Chapter 184： Dumbledore returns

After the group returned to Professor McGonagall's office, Sean hesitantly mentioned the news of Slytherin.

Although this news sounds bizarre, all kinds of magical things are emerging in the wizarding world. There are also rumors in Hogwarts that the huge squid in the Black Lake is a transformation of Gryffindor.

Sean felt that although Slytherin was a notorious pure-blood, as one of the founders of the school, he should not be able to kill professors and students.

But there is always a chance, and in order to make the professors more cautious, Sean lied and told them that Salazar Slytherin might still exist in this world.

In addition to being shocked, the professors were more cautious in arranging the next plan.

Under Sean's suggestion, the entrance to the secret room, that is, the girls' bathroom on the second floor, has been completely closed. Every student was sternly warned not to approach, two huge magic gramophones were brought in, and Hagrid also transported some chicken coops nearby.

At Sean's request, Myrtle was called over and asked for details about her death.

"...I saw terrifyingly large yellow eyes, and then—I died." The translucent Myrtle puffed out her chest, radiant, as if she had done something remarkable.

"I'm sorry to ask you to tell it again, I see... I have another question." Sean asked quickly, "Did you take off your glasses?"

Myrtle looked at him oddly. "You look pretty handsome, but you don't have a good brain—it's common sense to take off your glasses when you cry."

Sean smiled nonchalantly: "I just wanted to make sure, thank you for letting me know, Myrtle."

His handsome face worked again - Myrtle giggled and winked hard at him.

"Myrtle, thank you, you can ask us for help if you need anything in the future." Professor McGonagall politely invited Myrtle away.

Sean leaned against the wall thinking about the way the basilisk kills.

Judging from the records, my own memory, and Myrtle's experience, the basilisk's stare has a lot of limitations. Sean felt that a key condition was: looking at each other.

The basilisk has to stare at the victim's eyes without a gap to kill him instantly, but I don't know if it is useful to have glasses...

What about putting a bunch of mirrors in the bathroom? Will the basilisk be stared to death by himself?

It's very unlikely, but it doesn't cost much to try it... By the way, you can also equip students with mirrors or something...

Sean made one safe suggestion after another, and the professors' faces became more and more eccentric - the child was too careful, too careful not to be a wizard.

After he had finished all the suggestions, Professor McGonagall cleared his throat: "Sean, we will all take your suggestion... no more?"

Sean raised his head and went through all the matters in his mind, and finally shook his head regretfully: "No more...Unfortunately, that's all I can do."

Professor Flitwick's hot tea was half swallowed and almost spit out - only? Are all the little wizards so scary now?

He coughed and wiped his mouth, then said, "Sean, you've done enough—don't look at me like that, kid, the look on your face is weird..."

Newt looked at Sean with interest: "Sean, what would you do if you were taught to do it with full authority?"

"Teach me?" Sean blinked, "The venom and gaze of the Basilisk are lethal. Even if the advanced wizards attack together, casualties may still occur. After all, it also has a high level of magic. Resistance. If I had to do it, I would just evacuate the whole school, and then have Professor Snape pour a large amount of evaporative poison into every water pipe at Hogwarts. At the same time, I would make a hundred proud Law guards around Hogwarts, and of course, everyone should be accompanied by a few mighty roosters."

Sean said more and more vigorously, and even his eyes began to light up: "For something like a gramophone, I will equip more than 50 of them to block every entrance and exit enough for the basilisk to pass through. At the same time, have you listened? Did you say dynamite in the Muggle world?"

"It would be much easier if the Copy Charm could also be used on explosives - let the non-beings, ie creatures like Peeves or Dementors rush into the chamber with the bomb, they won't be bombed anyway To die, to be petrified at most."

"As long as you see the basilisk, detonate the explosives immediately, and the wizards use magic spells on the ground to maintain the stability of the Hogwarts castle, otherwise the castle may collapse under the power of the explosives."

"If the basilisk is forced out of the ground, it will be more convenient to get a few tanks over and saturate the basilisk's hideout. What is a tank? It's about equal to iron that can continuously cast ten times the power of the explosion spell. Shell, that's good stuff - don't look at me like that, professor, secrecy laws are there to keep wizards and muggles safe, we're just borrowing it! We're not crazy dark wizards either."

"Afterwards, we can use a thermal imager to detect the status of the basilisk, and if this guy pretends to be dead, we'll do it again!"

After listening to Sean's plan, several professors looked at each other blankly, and they suddenly reached a consensus: to ensure Sean's physical and mental health in the future.

"Sean, your proposal, er, is very constructive - well, you can go back, we'll discuss it again." Professor McGonagall gave a stiff smile.

"Oh, okay, goodbye then, professors, and good night." Sean left the office regretfully.

After all, Hogwarts is not under his control - otherwise Sean thinks his plan is still very feasible!

Moreover, the luck of the Flux seems to favor the whole of Hogwarts - that night, Dumbledore returned.

The wise old man appeared at the dinner party, and when he appeared with a smile on his face, the entire auditorium was boiling.

"Okay, okay, please be quiet, my children," Dumbledore stretched out his hands and continued after the applause and cheers subsided, "Please forgive my dereliction of duty, I didn't expect that there would appear in the castle. Such a vicious accident."

He paused and his face became serious: "I promise everyone that the matter will be resolved soon. In a few days, you can go to the playground, the library, and Hogsmeade to your heart's content."

Sean breathed a sigh of relief at Ravenclaw's long table.

This kind of thing, as expected, is the most reliable way to have Dumbledore do it.

And on the night of the third day, Professor Flitwick used a spell to pass a note to Sean.

"Dumbledore has entered the Chamber of Secrets."