People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning

Dumbledore seems to have the power to penetrate people's hearts.

Harry was just confused when he said, "Harry, if you look closer, you will find that this is just snake skin."

Harry's steps became brisk as he walked over.

As he got closer, sure enough, it was a huge, green, very bright snake skin, at least twenty feet long.

At first glance, it looked like the skin of a venomous snake, coiled and lying on the ground of the tunnel, and it was empty inside.

"What kind of snake skin is this?" Harry was curious. "Myrtle was poisoned?"

"The Basilisk. It was the Basilisk's glare that killed Myrtle." Dumbledore sighed.

"Can sight kill?" Harry quickly closed his eyes that were looking around just now.

"Yes. But if you look at it indirectly, it will only cause the body to become petrified. This is a creature created by the despicable dark wizard Herbo - a toad hatched from an egg." Dumbledore stood up, "Stop shutting up. Keep your eyes peeled, Harry. We should go in."

"Go in? What if we encounter a basilisk? We all have glasses, does it count as indirect gaze?" Harry suddenly forgot his previous speculation that the secret room was safe. There are no extra points for entering, and there is no money for the second one, so what are you trying to do with your life?

The traces have been arranged in the secret room and the echo of Voldemort has been created. Bagir, who has not yet checked the name and data of the echo, coughed awkwardly.

Because he emphasizes money and some utilitarian words all day long.

Harry seems to be less easily fooled by his desire for adventure than in the original novel.

Dumbledore almost staggered in the tunnel, thinking: "Is this really Harry?"

In his expectation, Harry should have said slightly excitedly: "Let's go."

"How come you're not James at all, so Lily. Maybe it's because of that Bargeer Granger again."

Of all the people around Harry, Granger was the only one who was a variable.

Dumbledore remained calm on the surface.

Said calmly to Harry: "Look at my right hand."

Harry opened his eyes and looked.

Dumbledore's hands are very slender, with almost no trace of age, and are very fair.

A few seconds later, just when Harry was about to mutter that Dumbledore was showing off the beauty of his hands, Dumbledore's hands ignited with silver-white flames.

"Your hand -" Harry was mid-sentence when he saw the flame break away from Dumbledore's hand and attack his eyes along the line of sight.

He didn't even have time to close his eyes before the increasingly larger fireballs touched his eyeballs.

But what came over was not the burning sensation of being burned, but a coolness.

The dirt and mud on his body also fell off automatically, falling silkily to the wet ground.

When he opened his eyes, he felt dizzy and his vision was blurred.

Dumbledore's voice reached his ears.

"Harry, you can try taking off your glasses."

Take off your glasses? Am I not nearsighted? Harry was confused.

But I still took off my glasses, and the world that should have been blurry is now very clear.

"Haha, I'm not nearsighted anymore?" Harry was very excited and dropped the glasses in his hand to the ground.

"Harry," Dumbledore was about to stop talking, "this is only temporary for you. The fire I created in your eyes will protect you from the basilisk's glare."

Harry quickly picked up his glasses.

There were cracks in the lenses of the glasses, and a short syllable from Dumbledore came from behind. His fingers that touched the frames were warm, and the lenses were restored to their original appearance.

He put his glasses into his pocket, and his inner hesitation disappeared.

This magical scene made him realize that beside him now was Albus Dumbledore - the most powerful wizard of this era, no, in known history.

What does a mere basilisk mean?

According to Bajier, he only needs to be a motionless pendant, holding his thigh.

With this abundant self-confidence, they soon turned corners and came to a wall.

It looked very solid, with two intertwined snakes engraved on it, and their eyes were set with large, sparkling emeralds.

"If Bajir sees it, he will definitely want to pry these emeralds off." Harry thought with a silly smile, but he denied it the next second, "No, Bajir should have been here. He must have tried , but I can’t pry it off. Should I ask Dumbledore for help later?”

"Also, that basilisk skin is probably valuable too. Bajir discovered it first, so it should be his. I will tell Dumbledore when it comes out."

Having been educated in the UK since childhood, the idea that whoever finds something is the same is engraved in his bones. Harry thought so as he didn't know how to surrender to the country and get 50 yuan and a banner.

He didn't think any more and just hissed at the two snakes.

"Open."

The two snakes separated, and the stone wall cracked in the middle, slowly sliding to both sides and disappearing.

"This is—" Harry was stunned.

What caught his eyes was a sea of ​​green.

The stone pillars and the ground were all covered with dense vines and tendrils of devil's net.

Dumbledore on the side seemed to have discovered something even more amazing.

Suddenly the wind picked up, and a gust of wind blew past Harry.

Dumbledore's figure disappeared and appeared at the foot of the monkey-faced statue at the end of the room.

Harry stood there, not daring to come near.

He knew Devil's Web was photophobic after the troll incident after the last Halloween dinner.

But Basil's Devil's Snare is not to be feared.

He is worried that Basil's Devil's Snare comes from here.

Once you step in, you will be strangled to death by dense tendrils and vines.

About ten minutes later, Dumbledore's figure disappeared from the monkey statue, and another gust of wind blew.

He stood beside Harry, holding a diary with a hole in the black cover.

"T M. Riddle." Harry looked at the first page that was exposed and read it word by word.

Then he took a breath, "Tom Riddle, Voldemort!"

He quickly looked at Dumbledore again, "This is what Hagrid told me, Tom Riddle is Voldemort, two years older than him. The diary that Basil received is Voldemort's, but. Why?"

Worrying about his friend made Harry's IQ occupy the high ground.

All this in the magic world, Hagrid's words, going to Gringotts to pick up the goods, inexplicably sending them to the stairs of the restricted area on the fourth floor, and whether the troll was arranged by Dumbledore behind the scenes.

The so-called father's diary that Basil received was Voldemort's.

Then could his invisibility cloak also be Voldemort's?

He suddenly stopped missing the invisibility cloak left on it.

Dumbledore didn't expect Harry to start doubting him.

He just thought Harry was explaining why he knew Voldemort's real name.

He squeezed a smile from his now heavy face: "I know all this."

Harry's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

Then he pulled out his wand.

Pointed at Dumbledore.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

There was no tension at all from being pointed at by the wand.

Instead, he looked like a kind elder, with concern in his eyes.

But the more this happened, the paler the fingertips of Harry holding the wand became.

"Tell me, is that invisibility cloak also Voldemort's!"