Hoare, Hoare had no idea why this was happening!!!

  Harry also looked terrified.

  Hoare thought of a possibility and leaned over to Ron, casting a few spells on him.

  ion at all, it was indeed Ron Weasley himself.

  Why!?

  Could twins have different bloodlines!?

  "Ron! Didn't you say all the Weasleys are in Gryffindor?" Harry asked curiously.

  "I don't kher, let's go in quickly! I'm too curious!" Ron was unusually excited, as if he were a different person.

  "Oh, my lovely Helena~" Ron snatched the dizzy Helena from Hoare's hands and hugged her tightly.

  Harry looked at Ron in horror.

  Hoare was too shocked to show any expression. "Side effects of the healing potion," he expio Harry.

  Then Hoare also walked through the stone door, with Harry following st.

  Once all three and the snake were ihe room, the stone door creaked shut automatically.

  The only source of light in the room disappeared as the stone door closed.

  "Lumos."

  Hoare lit up the room.

  He was surprised to find that the room was actually deep beh the Great Lake, even deeper than the dungeons.

  The room had windows, and looking out, it itch bck, with the occasional glowing fish swimming by, revealing the kebed of the Great Lake.

  Hnced around. The room was very rge, about four times the size of his dormitory.

  Oire wall was a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, while the other wall had small partments, resembling the ets used for st herbs in traditional ese medie.

  A rge desk and a wide armchair were pced by the window.

  A simple double bed was against the wall.

  To be ho, this room didn't look like a Slytherin's room at all; it seemed more like a Ravencw's.

  Finally, Hoare's gaze fell on the ter of the room, where there was a rge pattern on the floor that looked like a magic circle.

  Behind him, the sound of hissing versation could be heard again.

  Helena said something and then crawled onto the simple single bed, curling up tightly.

  Soon, the sound of sobbing could be heard.

  To be ho, a snake g sounded really eerie.

  Harry looked at Hoare and said, "Helena says her master isn't here."

  "A thousand years, even if he were here, he'd have turo dust by now," Ron quipped.

  "Not necessarily," Hoare said, staring at the rge magic circle in front of him. "Perhaps Helena's master is still alive."

  Although the three of them were talking about Helena's master, ah a bit of sense could guess who it was.

  Someone who could build such a rge underground space at Hogwarts, with silver-green decorations, and a Basilisk that had loyally waited for a thousand years.

  "Who is Helena's master?" Hoare and Harry looked at Ron, who had asked the question, with their hands on their foreheads.

  "The founder of Slytherin," Harry said.

  "Sazar Slytherin," Hoare said.

  "!!! Wait!!!" Ron finally reacted. "Henry, are you saying Sazar Slytherin is still alive!?"

  Hoare nodded, croug down and trag the air above the rge magic circle with his hand. "I saw a simir magic circle in the restricted se before, just a cept, a cept for time travel."

  "That magic circle experiment failed, but ter geions created the Time-Turner based on it."

  Ron and Harry, along with Helena, looked at Hoare with curiosity.

  "A magical device that allows you to travel within 36 hours, but it has certain usage ditions and rules," Hoare expio them with a sigh.

  The magic circle in front of them was clearly more exquisite than the one he'd seen in the book.

  The room otless, not a speck of dust, likely due to some spell or perhaps the house-elves of Hogwarts.

  Unfortunately, the magic circle couldn't be taken away, so Hoare could only imprint it in his mind to study it thhly ter.

  A time mae like Doraemon's isn't just a dream!

  With the Invisibility Cloak, they could develop all kinds of time-travel tourism services!

  Hoare's mind was already pnning which tourist spots to visit.

  "Henry? Henry? Henry!" Harry called loudly in Hoare's ear.

  Hoare snapped back to reality. "What is it?" he asked.

  "Helena says the exit is behind the bookshelf," Harry poio the bookshelf.

  "I want to help Helena find her master," Hoare knew Helena could uand human speech.

  Hoare was very ied iire wall of bookshelves and materials, but he knew he couldn't take everything with him, as he couldn't risk harming Harry and Ron.

  He might as well let Helena hand over the most important things directly.

  Helena listeo Hoare, lifted her body, and twe tears hung under her emerald eyes as she stared bnkly at Hoare.

  "As a dition of exge—" Hoare extended his right hand.

  "Do you have any humanity!? You're even making money off a snake!?" Ron excimed excitedly. To be ho, he found his emotions very strange right now; he should be angry, but he couldn't help feeling happy inside.

  It's all Henry William's fault!!!

  Helena didn't uand at first, but after hearing Ron's words, she got it.

  She circled the bed a few times, and then her body seemed to grer.

  At first, Hoare thought he was seeing things.

  "Oh my!!!"

  "!!!"

  Hoare looked at Harry and Ron's horrified expressions and firmed that he wasn't mistaken; Helena had indeed grown thicker.

  She was now defihicker than both of Hoare's thighs bined.

  "William! You've angered Helena! She's not going to eat us, is she!? William made you mad, Hele William!!!"

  Ron hugged Harry in terror, babbling nonsense.

  Although Helena had grown thicker, she remained on the bed.

  Even with prote, the quality of the thousand-year-old bed was somewhat questionable.

  As long as Helena moved slightly, the bed creaked, aually, Helena didn't dare to move at all, coiling herself tightly to barely fit on the a single bed.

  Helena poked her head out above the floor.

  At this point, Helena was already quite rge, and Hoare couldn't help but take two steps back.

  Then he saw Helena roll her eyes at him...

  Hoare...

  Hoare held back!

  After all, with Helena's current size, swallowing Hoare whole wouldn't be difficult.

  Then Hoare saw Helena start to move slightly, as if her body was expelling something.

  Hoare approached curiously to see what was happening.

  He heard Helena make a retg sound.

  He looked at his robe, now a mess from Helena's vomit, and then looked up at Helena.

  Helena showed a guilty expression, which was quite amazing; a snake's expression was so human-like.

  Hoare thought that maybe in ahousand years, it would be normal for Helena to speak human nguage.

  With a guilty look, Helena found something in her vomit, picked it up, and ha to Hoare.

  Her expression had now turo one hteous indignation.

  Hoare didn't want to take it at all, but if he didn't, Helena would probably shove it into his clothes.

  Relutly, Hoare took it, suppressing his disgust.

  Ron and Harry, c their noses, curiously leaned in.

  Hoare thought the shape of the object—looked like something familiar.

  He suddenly thought of a possibility and, suppressing his nausea, exami closely.

  He was stunned.

  It was effortlessly obtained.

  "This is—the Philosopher's Stone."

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