The search in the castle continued, but just as Sean expected, the professors found nothing. Hogwarts holds too many secrets, more than those who come after them can imagine.
Panic gradually spread, and the students who had been trapped in the auditorium began to discuss various topics.
Such as "Will I die?", "Will Hogwarts be closed because of this?", "How many times does the monster in the secret room need to eat every day to be full?" etc. Even the Slytherin students are a little scared.
, after Sean's words, the little snakes were a little uneasy.
Will the trace of Muggle blood in his ancestors be the reason for his expulsion? Will the heir to the Chamber of Secrets feel that his classification into Slytherin is an insult to his honor?
Even Sean, who has been running around in the auditorium, has no one to provoke him. Bulstrode's fate has proved that this kid is very evil, and looking at his appearance, I'm afraid he really doesn't take Jin Gallon seriously.
Something happened.
No one wants to be offered a reward in the Daily Prophet to expose their family's history.
Sean naturally didn't take these little things to heart. The psychological changes of the Slytherin students were not within the scope of his concern. The various behaviors of the little snakes were a bit unbearable - I don't know what Salazar Slytherin saw.
What would these people think when they come to their own college?
Sean has been asking for information back and forth among the professors, and according to Professor Flitwick, his idea of a basilisk has been confirmed.
"All the roosters raised in the school are dead," Professor Flitwick grabbed the wand, with a few chicken feathers on his head. "It must have been done by the same person. All the roosters had their throats slit."
He looked at Sean: "And just like you said, the spiders in the castle tend to migrate, and there are not many in the broom room."
"My suspicion was confirmed..." Sean said softly.
Professor Flitwick glanced at him with admiration: "Sean, you are so sharp. In such a short period of time, you actually deduced the correct answer. You are indeed a real Ravenclaw."
Sean blinked: "Oh, I'm pretty lucky, I just made a bold assumption."
In fact, he just relied on the answers he had already given and pushed back. It was very simple.
While the two were talking, McGonagall and Professor Scamander walked in, both of them with tired faces.
"Minerva, have you discovered anything new?" Professor Flitwick asked.
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. She shook her head with an unhappy expression and said with a headache: "Back then, Slytherin was able to build the Chamber of Secrets under the noses of the other three giants. Thousands of years later, we still have difficulty finding traces of the Chamber of Secrets.
.”
Newt on the side added: "Hogwarts has gone through many renovations over the years - including water pipes. We can't drill into a water pipe to look for traces of the basilisk. It would be too dangerous. We can only wait.
We’ll talk about it when Dumbledore comes back.”
Sean could only shrug helplessly, this is the disadvantage of not leaving the blueprints when remodeling.
Professor Flitwick looked a little irritated: "Then how are we going to teach? We can't let the students stay in the auditorium every day, right?"
"This is a big problem..." Professor McGonagall was not very happy either. "The school board and the Ministry of Magic have written to inquire about the situation, but before the danger is eliminated, we cannot let students act alone, and just
If we rely on professors to guard it, the number of people will be completely insufficient."
Sean had been listening to the conversation between several professors, and he suddenly said: "I have a question."
Several people looked at him. The fantastic ideas in Sean's little head were also praised by Dumbledore. He also proposed the idea of the basilisk this time. The professors were very curious about this little wizard.
Have any ideas.
"I want to know, are there any magic props in the wizarding world that can be used for recording?" He blinked.
"Magic props for recording?" Newt nodded subconsciously, "Of course, I can even contact a few alchemists, if you have special requirements..."
"The requirements are very simple, that is, the sound has enough penetration and can be transmitted as far as possible."
Newt held his chin: "This shouldn't be difficult... Although I don't know much about alchemy, it seems that a few amplified magic words can do it... Wait, Sean, what do you mean?"
"That's right," Sean nodded, "record the crowing of the rooster and then play it continuously at the entrances and exits of several water pipes. This sound is fatal to the basilisk, right?"
"Of course, I don't know if this is effective. Maybe it has to rely on a living rooster to crow." He added.
Several professors were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes shone.
"A very thoughtful idea..." Professor McGonagall murmured, "This may be able to directly harm the basilisk, if the recording can be transmitted into the entire water pipe."
Newt nodded: "It's worth trying... but as Sean said, the recorded sound may not cause harm. After all, no one has tested it with a real basilisk. Moreover, the water pipes in the castle extend in all directions. In a certain
There may be a hidden entrance or exit in a corner that we don't know about, which is something we need to pay attention to."
Sean blinked: "I actually have a supplementary method. Although this method is not very pleasing, I think it should be useful."
"What?"
When Sean told him his idea, several professors looked strange - why does this guy have so many ideas?
Sean looked towards the auditorium, where the students were chatting with worries on their faces. He whispered: "Since Professor Dumbledore hasn't come back yet, let's start by protecting ourselves. The specific arrangements are up to you.
It’s up to you to decide…”
"But there's a problem. There shouldn't be enough in Diagon Alley to satisfy so many people," Professor Flitwick said sharply.
"This is too simple," Sean looked at Professor McGonagall, "Professor McGonagall, can you contact Charlotte?"
"Miss Hawke? Of course. She is preparing for the Auror training at the Ministry of Magic. We will be in constant contact during this time."
"That's easy. You can take Miss Hawke to find my father. -Nothing else, Professor. My father is more, uh, sensitive. If he knows Charlotte, he will believe that you are a Hogwarts student."
Professor."
He continued: "Of course, it would be better for Professor Scamander to go - I will write a letter and give it to my father then, and he will be able to help prepare everything."
"Oh, Sean, will this bother your family too much?" Professor McGonagall was a little moved, but as the vice-principal of Hogwarts, she felt a little embarrassed to let a student bear this burden.
"This is a top priority, and for my father, this matter is very simple." Sean said with a smile, without any sense of cheating.