Hogwarts founder returns to campus

When Dumbledore came to the bathroom, his eyes first rested on Quirrell, who was still covering his face and sobbing in a low voice.

"Quirinas, I think you are also very tired, why don't you go back and rest first, everything will be fine." Dumbledore ordered.

"Really... will it really get better?" Quirrell's tone was still crying, "Is there any chance for me to get better?"

Dumbledore was silent, but silence caused more harm to Quirrell.

Quirrell seemed to be completely drained of his strength by the water pump, and almost crawled and fled from the bathroom, despondent like a dying patient.

After a brief exchange, Dumbledore understood the ins and outs of the whole thing: "So Salazar got rid of the troll and no students were injured, right?"

McGonagall nodded and said: "That's right, Mr. Weasley and the others said that Salazar left with the troll, and it's unclear where he went."

Snape sneered and said, "He probably knows this castle better than any of us."

"Where there is magic, there will be traces." Dumbledore said unhurriedly, a cloud of gold powder sprayed out from the tip of his wand, "Traces appear!"

Dumbledore followed the gold powder all the way to the oil painting next to the bathroom, looking at the still life vase on the oil painting and fell into thought.

This oil painting is obviously the entrance to the secret room, but he has no idea how to open it.

"Good evening, teachers!"

A familiar voice came, and Dumbledore watched as Cassandra pushed herself through the gap between Snape and him.

"Miss Scamander! I seem to have told you to return to your respective lounges!" McGonagall raised her brows with dissatisfaction.

"I went to the wrong place just now." Cassandra laughed, and everyone present basically knew that this was not true. "You want to go in, right? But you don't know how to get in, right?"

McGonagall and Snape continued to remain silent, quietly waiting for Dumbledore to speak.

"It seems that Cassandra, you know the password for this painting?" Dumbledore asked.

"Grandma's home also has this oil painting, and her home theater is placed behind the oil painting's secret room, and I've been in it a few times." Cassandra smiled and jumped to the front of the oil painting.

The oil painting sensed that someone was approaching, so the pattern of the vase on it changed, and the flowers rose from the stems, gradually changing into an orderly pattern of flowers.

"It does feel very similar." After staring for a moment, Cassandra took out her wand and began to draw on the flower pattern.

The flowers were wiped away so much by the wand that in the end only a fang-like line remained.The lines began to twist and rotate, and finally turned into a dark passage, hiding all the pictures.

"It's actually exactly the same!" Cassandra's eyes flickered, apparently in disbelief.

"Minerva, go back first, inform the other teachers to appease the students, and tell them that the troll has been dealt with." Dumbledore first said to McGonagall.

After waiting for McGonagall to turn into a tabby cat and leave, he continued to say to Snape: "Severus, you should also go back and rest, the wound on your leg is best to find a way to deal with it."

"Professor Snape! There is a magic in the saliva of the three-headed dog that inhibits wound healing, so ordinary healing spells may not be effective, and it is best to cooperate..."

"Miss Scamander, how do you know I was bitten by a three-headed dog?" Snape asked, his face was sallow and his eyes gleamed dangerously.

"I saw it by chance." Cassandra shrugged. "The cutie just had a full meal at that time, so she might be a little excited."

Having said all this, Snape didn't want to argue too much, he just gathered his robes and left here as fast as he is now.

"Actually, I want to tell him that it's best to use a Muggle method for the wound of the three-headed dog. Cutting off the flesh of the wound and then sprinkling some white essence is the best treatment." Cassandra muttered softly.

"Cassandra, the biggest difference between an adult and you is that he will be responsible for his actions, so you don't need to take it too seriously." Dumbledore comforted softly, "Want to go in with me? Look at this What the hell is our Salazar up to lately?"

"Of course! Grandpa Dumbledore, I'll support you!" Cassandra nodded quickly, quickly put her troubles behind her, and said in a sweet voice.

This passage was brightly lit, and the torches on it were actually Gublai fairy fire, which emitted a brightness no less than that of a Muggle incandescent lamp.

Although Dumbledore devoted almost his whole life to Hogwarts, there are still many secrets in this huge castle that he cannot explore, and the secret room behind this oil painting is one of them.

The passage corridor is filled with the smell of giant monsters and a strong smell of blood. The further you go, the stronger the smell of blood.

When he turned the corner and finally saw the panorama of the Chamber of Secrets, Dumbledore still couldn't help frowning.

This is also a very bright room, and the Gublai Immortal Fire is neatly stacked on the wall, which will make this airtight room as bright as day.

In the corner was a huge cauldron, and along the walls were rows of cabinets, one row of drawers with the names of various herbs and ingredients written on them.

In addition, there is a row of cabinets full of specimen jars. These specimen jars are also materials, but some of them are brains floating in the jars, and eyeballs gather together one by one, swimming in the jars like swimming fish.

Opposite Dumbledore was Salazar, who was leaning over a stone table, carefully dismantling a gigantic troll's thigh.

This stone table is magical, and the blood oozing from the troll will be absorbed by the stone table, and all will be collected in a glass jar next to it.

"Kids, don't look." Salazar said leisurely without looking up.

A large black curtain stretched from his hands, blocking the stone table top, even Dumbledore couldn't see clearly what happened inside.

"Stingy!" Cassandra said reluctantly.

There was a pile of wood in an inconspicuous corner of the room. When Dumbledore approached with Cassandra, he discovered that this pile of wood was actually a broomstick that had been disassembled.

Dumbledore can still see "Comet 180" written on the handle of the broomstick, and he can still see that someone can disassemble the parts of the broomstick so well, especially the broomstick of the Comet series.

Because of the patented braking spell, Comet series brooms will provide special maintenance services. First, to prevent competitors from deliberately dismantling the broomsticks, and second, to ensure that the counter magic above will not be triggered during maintenance.

Dumbledore and the others didn't wait long. As the smell in the room completely dissipated, the black curtain in front of the stone table finally disappeared.