Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and looked surprised.

"It seems like you have something to say?" Harry didn't continue speaking, but looked at him and asked.

Dumbledore nodded and waved his hand, motioning them to sit down. He cast a restraining spell and locked the door of the office. "Your words have solved a puzzle in my heart, and it is also the thing I feel most regretful about..."

Harry looked at him expressionlessly.

"The Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty years ago." Dumbledore paused and slowly spoke of the old events, "and a student died at that time."

"I suspected Tom was Voldemort."

"But no evidence was found. After investigation, the Ministry of Magic finally hastily concluded that it was Rubeur who opened the Chamber of Secrets."

Harry clicked his tongue. "Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets?"

"That's when Professor Snape started stuffing bezoars into people's brains?"

"Gryffindor is the heir of Slytherin, and they don't even think about how ridiculous this is."

"They don't need me to do anything." Snape sneered, "Maybe stuffing some feces in there will make them smarter."

"This is indeed ridiculous." Dumbledore sighed, "But at that time, Rubeus secretly raised a giant eight-eyed spider that was bigger than a human head, and the Ministry of Magic seized the 'evidence'."

"It seems that their Care of Magical Creatures class must be 'T'. I don't remember that the Acromantula can turn people into stone." Harry shook his head. He had dealt with this kind of creature many times and knew a lot about it.

Highly poisonous, but with few notable magical abilities.

"No one was petrified, and only one student was killed." Dumbledore shook his head, his tone heavy, "After Hagrid was expelled, the Chamber of Secrets came to a halt."

"I'm afraid the Ministry thought they had a very interesting case."

"I've always had doubts about Tom."

"Now we know how he found Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets."

Parseltongue.

What a natural reason.

"Did you do this on purpose again?" Harry suddenly asked.

Dumbledore was stunned: "What do you mean by intentional?"

"Voldemort." Harry waved his hand. "Did you let him in on purpose again?"

Dumbledore said sincerely, "Harry, I really didn't this time."

"Actually, I'm surprised Severus didn't check it out."

Snape looked grim and nodded with difficulty, but did not want to speak or express any opinion on this.

He always felt that Dumbledore had bad intentions and wished he could take all matters concerning Harry's safety into his own hands.

But now...

The problem lies with myself.

My face hurts a bit.

He clenched his wand and his breathing became rapid.

"But you suspect it was Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked, "Why couldn't it be another little wizard?"

"Parseltongue," Harry replied. "Not a very common talent."

"I certainly hope it's some little wizard."

"But now there are no traces left. It's not something that anyone can do to hide from my senses."

Deceiving the Demon Hunter.

This is something that is difficult to happen.

Harry went on to say, "What Slytherin left behind is that you should find the immovable snake in the school and shout "Open" to it, and then you will find the door to the Chamber of Secrets."

"The Immovable Serpent?" Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. "Very good, Harry, at least we can uncover Voldemort's first secret."

Harry stood up, "Get this resolved as soon as possible, I'm very upset."

Someone lurking in the shadows, most likely Voldemort.

Don’t know where he is?

I don't know how he sneaked into the school.

Hogwarts is so safe.

"Harry, won't you help me?" Dumbledore invited.

Harry shook his head and refused decisively: "You are the headmaster, and I am only in my second year. You don't have any necessary reason to let me participate this time, right?"

"You're just looking for a motionless snake in the castle, not catching a snake in the Forbidden Forest."

“I’ve been very busy this year.”

As he spoke, he squatted, paused, raised his two hands, and gestured to six: "I have activities six days a week, professors' detention, Quidditch training, and I have to think about the Gryffindor Trial."

"And how to cause trouble for Slytherin." Snape added in a dark tone.

Harry ignored him and said smoothly, "You can handle it yourself, can't you?"

"When you need to use Parseltongue, call me."

Snape then said: "Dumbledore, I even began to doubt whether I really put a stone in your brain."

"Wake up, Mr. Potter is only a twelve-year-old boy wizard. Even if he is slightly stronger than the troll, he is only at the level of a sixth or seventh grader. Do you want him to die?"

Dumbledore nodded without another word, waving his wand to remove the spell he had placed on the door.

With a bang——

The door was immediately slammed open, and Lockhart rushed in, stumbling, and fell headfirst into Snape's arms. He raised his head quickly, showing an awkward but polite smile: "There may be something wrong with the office door. I couldn't open it just now."

"Then fix the door. Now, immediately, immediately, open it for me." Snape said in a cold tone.

Lockhart stood up.

"That's it for now, Headmaster Dumbledore. See you later." Harry waved his hand and turned to leave.

Lockhart was stunned: "Already finished?"

Dumbledore nodded and stood up as well: "Thank you, Professor Lockhart, for lending us your office."

Snape snorted coldly, glared at Dumbledore viciously, swung his robes, and flew out of the office like a bat.

"Okay, what did you say?" Lockhart straightened his collar and asked curiously and confidently, "I should be able to help you. I have encountered such a thing before. That village..."

Dumbledore interrupted him and smiled softly: "Good night."

The room became empty in an instant.

Lockhart was dazed, and turned to look at his own portraits - the white mist had not yet dissipated. He waved his fist dejectedly, thinking that if he had known earlier, he would not have gone to see Filch off. What an exciting thing he had missed!

This could clearly become the most important story chapter in his new book, "My Days at Hogwarts".

Blame it on that door.

He raised his wand and waved it gently, trying to cast a spell to repair the door.

With a bang—the door suddenly made a dull sound and collapsed like mud.

The spell successfully destroyed the door.

Gryffindor Common Room.

When Harry came back, Ron and Hermione came to greet him: "Harry, what did you say to Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Do you know who did this?"

The other little lions also gathered around, their faces full of curiosity.

Harry replied softly, "I just heard some noises and some clues, which I provided to the professors. I don't know who they are."

He remained calm, his eyes sweeping over the faces of Neville, Ginny, and a few other people who were not in the hall.

Ginny seemed to still be immersed in the influence of the Deathday party, her eyes were dazed.

Neville's face turned pale and he was a little frightened - if he had come back earlier, maybe it would not be Mrs. Norris hanging on the torch, but him.

The other people didn't look unusual.

Wait for the crowd to disperse.

Harry lowered his voice and said to the two of them, "The painting I brought back contains information about Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets."