Chapter 552: Winter Night

Approaching evening.

Underground classroom.

Twenty cauldrons stood between the wooden tables, with copper scales and jars of ingredients on the tables. Professor Sineipu's face could not be seen clearly amidst the swirling smoke.

Harry silently processed the flobberworms; he needed to collect the mucus from these worms.

The scientific name for the flobberworm is Flobberworm, and its green mucus can be used to make weed-killing potions, potions for treating boils, sleeping draughts, etc... it is very widely used.

And the reason Harry was kept behind was very simple: Draco Malfoy kept rolling his eyes at him and Ron with the pufferfish eyes in his hand. He had just retaliated, and was kept behind by Sineipu, without even a chance to cry injustice.

As for Jia Siting...

He looked at the young wizard who was somewhat dazed, constantly peeking curiously—he hadn't seen Jia Siting in this state before.

Even when facing Voldemort and the Basilisk, he was in a calm and reassuring state; Harry thought there was nothing in this world that could shake Jia Siting.

He quietly slowed down his mucus collection speed.

In the past, he wished he had eight hands; now, he was uncoordinated.

"Are you planning to spend the night here?"

A voice like a venomous snake flicking its tongue sounded; Harry shivered, quickly finished processing the mucus, and after one last look at the dungeon, fled away quickly.

A moment later, and he might have earned a week of detention.

In the dungeon, Sineipu stared coldly at the departing Harry beside the cauldron, the firelight outlining the sharp contour of his hooked nose.

And beside him, Jia Siting, who had just arrived, had already finished brewing his potion; the cauldron flame went out, and his expression became unreadable.

Professor Sineipu's potion brewing ended quickly; logically, this potion should have been simmered over low heat for at least an hour, but today it was neatly finished in half an hour.

Jia Siting sighed silently; when you cannot control a situation and hope that time will slow its pace, time never satisfies your wish, but instead accelerates its forward speed. This is truly a strange thing.

The dungeon window was being battered by wind and snow, and Jia Siting's voice mixed into this strange noise.

"Professor, you know—"

Sineipu turned his head sharply; the cauldron used for brewing the potion hadn't even been extinguished, and he asked hoarsely:

"What, our Mr. Green has finally realized... that he isn't a mute?"

Jia Siting stared silently at Professor Sineipu for a few seconds; just as Professor Sineipu's face never revealed too much expression, he was always the same.

"Tell me everything you know."

Sineipu, seeing nothing, snorted coldly.

"About the Chamber of Secrets..."

Jia Siting deliberated.

"You went in? No, more than that... what did you do?! Speak!"

Professor Sineipu paused abruptly; he threw the crystal vial aside and spoke like a raging storm.

The potion in the cauldron wasn't even removed; it was scorched until it spoiled, but Sineipu didn't care; his face grew increasingly gloomy and irritable.

The young wizard explained the heart-stopping content: from discovering the ghost-like voice and finally determining it was a Basilisk lurking in the pipes; to clarifying that the crying Moaning Myrtle was a victim from fifty years ago, and the entrance to the Chamber was very likely in her lavatory. Then to entering the Chamber for those foolish reasons...

"You should be glad you escaped—"

Sineipu couldn't help but roar,

"Now, wait here for me."

Fierce light flashed in his eyes; this anger had to be vented by killing the Basilisk in the Chamber.

"Professor."

Jia Siting spoke silently.

"Speak—"

Sineipu paused; his hand holding the wand relaxed slightly; this guy at least learned to seek help when discovering danger, especially learning to seek... ===== CHAPTER 553 =====