"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 171: The Entrance to the Chamber
For most ghosts, talking about death was a favorite pastime—which was precisely why Wyzett had asked.
"You're quite the conversationalist..." Moaning Myrtle's mournful face softened, a hint of pleasure in her tone.
She drifted down a little, pointing toward one of the stalls and puffing out her chest. "I remember it perfectly... I was crying right in that stall..."
Snape's voice cut in, cold as ever. "He's asking how you died!"
"How dreadful! You look just like the Bloody Baron!" Myrtle recoiled, her voice rising to a wail. "I just heard a boy speaking..."
"I was so angry—I wanted to come out and make him leave. Then I saw these huge, yellow eyes, and then... I died. You're all so mean to me! You're all horrible..."
Her last words stretched into a long, blubbering sob as she hurled herself toward one of the toilets and vanished once again.
Wyzett stepped into the stall. "This is the one she meant..."
He retraced what might have happened, stepping out as if he were the boy entering the washroom. "Suppose the boy came in as usual... and Myrtle heard his voice..."
He glanced ahead, locking his eyes on the row of sinks.
At the center stood a pillar stretching up to the ceiling, with the sinks arranged in a circle around it.
Snape was already at work, waving his wand and muttering incantations, then shaking his head. "No magical traces."
"So it's well hidden... ordinary magic won't trigger it... Could it be Parseltongue?" Wyzett frowned, lifting his wand and casting Lumos. "Lumos!"
He examined every detail—drains, basins, taps—until something caught his eye.
On the side of one tap was a scratch that looked uncannily like a snake.
Wyzett searched the other taps and found similar scratches, but only this one had the unmistakable shape of a serpent—the rest were mere distractions, shallow and unconvincing.
...
Dumbledore returned to the bathroom. Hermione and Ron were nowhere to be seen—they'd likely been sent back to their dormitories.
He joined Snape. "Any luck?"
Snape shook his head. "Nothing. Perhaps it requires Parseltongue."
"Same as before," Dumbledore agreed. "The Ministry and I scoured this place years ago—found nothing."
"Let's try from here." Wyzett took a deep breath, then hissed, "Open!"
Both Dumbledore and Snape felt it instantly—magic surged from the direction of the sinks.
Snape grabbed Wyzett by the shoulder, yanking him back and raising his wand toward the sinks.
Each basin around the pillar began to shift, gliding away in silence. The pillar itself vanished, replaced by the gaping mouth of a massive pipe.
Dumbledore raised his wand. A silver phoenix burst forth, soaring straight down the pipe.
"That's a poor example," Snape commented offhandedly. "Unless you can change your Patronus's form, you shouldn't reveal your corporeal Patronus like that."
Dumbledore gave a sheepish smile. "Severus is right—I was careless... but just this once."
"I'll remember that!" Wyzett whipped out his ever-present notebook, jotting down Snape's words.
He turned to Dumbledore. "Headmaster, can your Patronus scout what's below?"
Dumbledore waved a hand. "It's not exactly scouting... But if there's dark magic, I'll sense it. If we're attacked, I'll have some warning."
After a moment, he spoke again. "Let's go down and see for ourselves... It's deeper than I expected..."
"Right!" Wyzett nodded, raising his wand.
Snape arched an eyebrow. "You're coming too?"
"Severus, this is the wizarding world," Dumbledore said gently. "Danger comes with the territory—even in peacetime."
"Think about it—brewing potions, Quidditch, Care of Magical Creatures... all dangerous. It's impossible to avoid."
"Aqua Respirare!" Wyzett held his wand across his chest and flicked it upward. A giant bubble formed around him, then shrank, becoming a thin film that clung to his entire body.
This was a little trick of his own invention—based on "Cube Theory," combining the Bubble-Head Charm with Transfiguration to protect his whole body, not just his head.
"See?" Dumbledore said with a note of delight. "Severus, you should relax... Besides, we needed Parseltongue to get in—who knows what else we'll need?"
"Fine, let's get on with it." Snape tapped his wand to his chest and leapt straight into the pipe.
Dumbledore shook his head with a chuckle. "If Severus is so eager to go first, I'll bring up the rear!"
"Headmaster, I'm going down now." Wyzett braced himself on the sink and slipped nimbly into the pipe.
Inside was a slick, twisting chute, its walls coated in slime and filth.
Wyzett could only imagine the stench and grime he'd be covered in without the Bubble-Head Charm.
...
The pipe was a labyrinth, with countless branches leading off to every corner of Hogwarts. Yet Wyzett stayed on course, never losing speed or direction.
After what felt like ages, the steep descent leveled out. Up ahead, a magical light glimmered.
Snape was crouched in a cavernous tunnel, wand aglow as he inspected bits of debris.
"Lumos!" Wyzett lit his own wand, revealing a floor littered with tiny bones—rats, frogs, snakes... everywhere he looked, pale fragments.
These bones were old. Even the lightest step reduced them to powder.
Wyzett stood, raising his wand to survey the tunnel.
The place felt oddly familiar—like the Pensieve chamber.
He summoned his Oculus Magicae, seeing the walls laced with silver-blue strands of Ancient Magic.
He explored the tunnel with care, mapping it out in his mind.
Dumbledore and Snape were also examining the cavern. As soon as Wyzett finished gathering up the traces of Ancient Magic, Dumbledore beckoned him forward...
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