Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 111

The old girls' bathroom on the second floor of the castle.

There was no one here, but water was everywhere on the floor, and the lights used as lighting gave people a very cold feeling. From time to time, there were empty and mournful weeping sounds from girls.

Although he really wanted to go back to the dormitory early to catch up on sleep, William arrived at the agreed place a little earlier.

It didn't take long for him to realize that this wasn't a very sensible idea—at least he should have put a Disillusionment Charm on himself before walking into this bathroom.

"Boy! The boy who entered the girls' bathroom!"

Weeping Myrtle cried out in astonishment that when William saw her, she was stuck in a washstand as a ghost, with only her head sticking out and her long black hair hanging down behind her.

She "squeezed" her whole body out of the washstand, flew towards William quickly, and leaned in front of him.

"It's almost like a Hogwarts special edition of the midnight bell."

William always felt that no matter what work was thrown into the hands of the British, they would always have the ability to adapt it into a comedian version.

"You're not ugly, why did you come to the girls' bathroom? Are you trying to peek at someone?"

Myrtle spun around beside William, carefully looking at his appearance. Her appearance reminded William of a friend of his in his previous life, when he was watching the model of the paper girl Li Hui.

"Isn't there anyone here?"

William wanted to find a way to get rid of this ghost - Myrtle was once a Hogwarts student, a Ravenclaw, but she was in the wrong place at the wrong time and said the wrong thing.

When Tom Riddle opened the secret room for the first time, she happened to hide in a compartment at the entrance of the secret room, crying and complaining that her classmates bullied her.

She died inexplicably, and inexplicably turned into a ghost, lingering in Hogwarts Castle—but she is different from most of the ghosts in the castle.

Moaning Myrtle can't leave the castle at will, but can move along the pipes, and can have a considerable impact on the real water.

But even if she became a ghost, not many people liked it.

"Then you are here to find me?"

Weeping Myrtle looked up with a look of surprise on her face, and said.

But before William could answer, she lowered her head in frustration again, "Who would want to find poor Myrtle? That ugly girl from the Warren family is not feminine at all, and everyone bullies her."

As she spoke, she dropped milky translucent teardrops that looked like pearls, and they disappeared as soon as they hit the ground.But even when she was crying, her eyelids would lift slightly, and she would secretly look at William.

Seeing that the appointed time was getting closer, William felt a little impatient—he decided to use a trick:
"I heard that the handsome prefect of Gryffindor, Percy Weasley, will be in the prefects' bathroom on the sixth floor tonight."

There was a "plop".

Myrtle disappeared into the pool nearest her.

"Strictly speaking, I'm not wrong."

William was hardly a liar.

After capturing the basilisk, the tub in the prefect's bathroom has been repaired and opened for use.

Percy had always liked that bathroom.

"Aesthetics is something that depends on people, after all."

William walked into the bathroom and carefully looked at the girls' bathroom that was used as the entrance to the Slytherin chamber of secrets—this was the first time William entered the women's bathroom.

Except for the doubling of cubicles, this place is actually not much different from the boys' bathroom.In the center of the room, is a large washstand.

It is composed of eight trapezoidal white porcelain basins clustered together like petals of a flower. Above the white porcelain basins, there is a regular hexagonal pure white marble decorative top.

Each white porcelain basin is equipped with a corresponding faucet, and they look like a small black snake with dark green tint in the mirror behind.

"Good evening, William."

Dumbledore came in from outside the washroom. He was wearing a pure white wizard robe that didn't match Nightwalker, and he held a wand in his hand.

"Good evening, Professor."

William replied, he walked around the sink and found a strange faucet.

It has a small meandering snake engraved on it.

"Looks like you've found something?"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"I think this faucet should be the passage to Slytherin's chamber of secrets, but it should only answer if conditions are met, such as speaking in Parseltongue."

Pointing to the special dragon head, William said, wanting to imply that the White Wizard was going to find Harry, neither he nor Dumbledore could speak Parseltongue.

To William's surprise, Dumbledore walked up to the faucet without any hesitation, and made a strange gesture with his left hand:

"Of course there's nothing wrong with that."

With a flick of his left hand, he raised his wand.

Just when William felt that Dumbledore was about to cast some powerful spell, which was head-to-head with the magic left by the Gaunt family, the heirs of Slytherin.
He conjured a human head with black hair.

A lean body followed.

Fortunately, the head and body were connected by a hammer—William instantly realized that it was Harry Potter who had been hiding in the invisibility cloak just now!

"Hiss, hiss, hiss."

From Harry's mouth came a slightly eerie soft sound, like the neighing of a snake.

In an instant, the faucet was covered in a brilliant white light and began to spin, and then the sink began to move.It sinks into the floor drain, revealing a pipe wide enough for a person to slide in.

"After you."

William pulled Harry out of the way in front of the pipe.

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses. He was so tall that he had to take off his wizard hat and bend down to step into the pipe and slide down with a "whoosh".

"professor!"

Harry yelled loudly that he wanted to get into the pipe too.

"Wait a minute, don't worry."

Only then did William take out the full-body raincoat that he had prepared in advance from his bag, and put it on for himself and Harry.

He only prepared two pieces.

"real."

William was a good man, and of course he didn't want to see Dumbledore, in his white wizard robes, get himself dirty by slipping a pipe.

The pipeline is deep and narrow, with no bottom visible.

William endured his nausea and sat in, sliding all the way down.He could see many other pipes extending from here, none as large as theirs.

If it weren't for the fact that the inner walls of the pipes were so filthy and covered with a lot of sludge that William didn't even want to guess the contents, this would definitely be regarded as a very exciting and interesting project.

Maybe a little too exciting.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

Harry screamed loudly.

His voice echoed through the pipes.

After many times of twisting, spinning, and a very sudden and steep slide, William finally felt that he had entered a horizontally extending downward area, and shot out from the tail end with a "bang".

William landed on the wet floor, and he hurried forward a few steps.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

Harry followed suit and fell out.

"It can be seen that you are very happy."

Dumbledore said with a smile, William was a little relieved (regretted) to see that his robe was still clean as if it had just been taken out of the shop.

"Oh! It's just a little charm, and I can give it to you as a Christmas present if you're interested, William."

He noticed William's eyes.

William and Harry took off their filthy raincoats and held their wands for lighting.

"We must be at the bottom of the Black Lake. I don't know how Salazar Slytherin did it back then, to dig so deep."

Harry muttered.

"You'd be amazed at how talented wizards are at building engineering."

William replied quietly.

Ever since he started digging the underground factory, he has been convinced that if wizards are used as the engineering team, it will at least be decades ahead of human technology.

Almost all the problems that plague ordinary people's construction, in the eyes of wizards, are just the difference between the length of the spell.

"Everyone has nothing to do, squatting at home or being a black wizard, and in the end they couldn't even get out of high school. Can you obediently dig mines and build buildings for me?"

William thought, if one day he brings down Voldemort and takes over the power of the Death Eaters, the first thing he will do is definitely not send them to feed the dementors, but let them be 007 with the Imperius Curse Engineering Team.

"I don't need social insurance, housing fund and wages, I don't worry about trade union troubles, and I can extend overtime hours at will. I don't need to pay subsidies for high-risk operations, and I can solve work-related injuries by myself."

Even those Death Eaters who are dead can still piece together and find a way to resurrect.

They had followed Dumbledore for a long way, and the ground here was littered with the broken bones of small animals—mostly rats, but occasionally other things as well.

William guessed that they were the pets of little wizards.

"Ron's pet mouse, Scabbers, was lost some time ago, and he was devastated—hope Scabbers isn't there."

Harry said quietly.

"Be careful."

Dumbledore stopped, and in front of them was a huge black figure with a curved outline lying around the corner of the underground passage.

A bright light flashed.

William discovered that it was actually the skin of a giant python, a repulsive emerald green curled into a crumpled ball.

It was the skin that the basilisk shed.

"Professor, would you mind waiting a moment?"

William made a sudden request.

"Of course, we still have plenty of time."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, he had already guessed what William wanted to do - since the transfer student came to Hogwarts, many changes have quietly taken place in the castle.

William stroked the gold coin.

The house elf Lalo appeared in front of him.

"Call all the house-elves and come pick up the money."

William said very excitedly, and suddenly thought of a slogan he had heard in his previous life: "We are already at the bottom, no matter how we go, we will always go up."

(End of this chapter)