"What the bloody hell was that?" – shouted Weasley getting back to his feet.
"He was probably trying to make it look like we fought with each other while he ran away before they found out he was a complete fake." – I suggested.
"What?!" – shouted him once again.
I took a deep breath.
"Please don't tell me you didn't notice he was a complete fake?" – I asked, begging Weasley not to be so stupid.
Ronald dropped to his knees upon hearing my words.
"What am I going to do now." – he muttered to no one in specific again and again.
The change that occurred in him made me confused.
"Ronald, what are you doing here with him?" – I asked trying to understand the situation.
Weasley didn't seem to hear me.
"Weasley!" – I called trying to make him pay attention to me.
He stopped mumbling and looked at me.
"What are you doing here with him?" – I asked again.
"He.. he kept.. bragging about the Chamber of Secrets." – he began to explain.
But he soon became lost in his own thoughts.
"What does this mean to you being here?" – I asked bringing him back.
Weasley shook a few times before he could speak.
"My sister." - he said.
Then he lost control and started crying.
It took me a few seconds to connect the facts, but when I did I cursed the Karmic Laws once again.
I walked to the toilet that Myrtle had entered.
"Myrtle, what's going on here?" – I asked, trying to remain calm.
The ghost emerged from the toilet and looked at me as if she couldn't believe I was talking to her.
"Are you talking to me, little old me?" – she asked in a childish voice.
I nodded.
"Can you tell me what's going on here?" – I asked, trying to be gentle.
It flew over my head and then circled around me.
"Even Ronald usually just yells at me." – she commented.
"Why would he do that?" – I asked curiously.
"Nobody cares about poor Moaning Myrtle." – she said sadly.
"I would like you to tell me what you know so that I can help like you thought I could." – I said being sincere.
She continued to contour my body and I could notice a little lust in her eyes.
"Ronald asked how I died." – she said.
"And how did you die?" – I asked, looking straight into her eyes.
I wanted her to know she had my full attention.
"Ooooh, it was dreadful. It happened right in here. I died in this very stall. I remember it so well. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. They said something funny. A different language, I think it must have been. Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So I unlocked the door, to tell him to go and use your own toilet, and then — I died." – she explained.
"Thanks for telling me." – I thanked him.
My mind started racing putting all the pieces of the story together into a single narrative.
Myrthel was the girl who died the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened.
She died here because this is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
A boy opened the chamber in this bathroom using a funny tongue.
The monster is a snake.
Of course it's a snake, it's Salazar Slytherin's monster...
Funny language…
He opened the Chamber with a funny tongue…
He speaks Parseltongue.
I started scanning the bathroom for anything snake related and soon found the Slytherin emblem on one of the sinks.
Okay, the Chamber is here.
Petrification, death, snake.
Shit! A Basilisk.
Knowing what was inside the Chamber of Secrets would be a relief if it weren't for a fucking basilisk.
My situation would only be worse if I were chained in a dragon's nest and broke some eggs for fun.
But before thinking about the basilisk I needed to find a solution on how to open the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets.
I had no idea how to speak Parseltongue.
I sat down and started meditating.
Using the Universal Recognition Technique I started analyzing the languages spoken in this world.
It took minutes of meditation until I finally found what I needed.
Parseltongue.
It would take me a long time to learn how to pronounce the words in it.
'Open' was probably all I needed.
Using Math I transformed the sound into a Spell.
I took a deep breath.
I took my wand and put the tip to my throat.
It was time to make this work, or burn a hole in my neck.
"Open it." – I commanded.
Nothing happened.
"Open it!" – I tried again.
Nothing yet.
"OPEN IT!" – I shouted at the top of my lungs.
SsssSSs echoed in the bathroom.
The sound of mechanisms filled the room and the sinks began to move, giving way to a vertical tunnel that seemed to have no bottom.
At that moment Weasley woke up from his uncontrolled crying.
"What? How did you… I knew it was you!" – he began confused, but by the end he was shouting accusations in my direction.
That would be tiring.
"I just used a Spell to imitate parseltongue." – I said trying to calm him down.
"As if I would believe that, give my sister back!" – he shouted, disregarding my words.
Ronald came at me preparing one of the worst punches I've ever seen in my life. Wizards are so dependent on magic that a basic thing like this was completely left aside, it was ugly to see.
I simply stepped to the side and let the punch pass me, I grabbed his hand and twisted his arm making him groan in pain.
"I'm going to save your sister, stop this shit before I lose my temper for good." – I spoke through my teeth trying to contain my anger.
I pushed him towards Lockhart.
"Take your wand if you want to follow me." – I said, turning my back to him.
All I needed now was to figure out how to care for the basilisk.
He should still be young, not much more than a thousand years old and most of that time he spent hibernating.
Shit.
My soul is currently stronger than an average person's, but not nearly strong enough to withstand the extraction that the basilisk's eyes are capable of.
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