"Resurrection Stone..." Vivi whispered softly.
"Eh?" Harry scratched his head, suddenly remembering that Myrtle was indeed dead, but wasn't her ghost still at Hogwarts?
He showed a delighted expression, and seeing this, Vivi asked, "What, from your look, have you thought of a solution?"
"Myrtle is actually still alive... No, she is indeed dead, but she's still at Hogwarts!" Harry said rapidly, "I've heard them say that after Myrtle died, she returned to the human world in ghost form and started haunting Oliver Hongbei who had taunted her before—Oliver finally went to the Ministry of Magic to restrain Myrtle's actions, so she had to stay at Hogwarts."
Vivi's expression suddenly became dangerous.
"Harry," she said, lowering her lashes, "why didn't you mention this earlier?"
"I just remembered..." Harry said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. To be honest, he really had forgotten that Myrtle was a ghost now.
Vivi snorted, saying nothing more, but her demeanor clearly suggested—wait till I get out, you'll pay.
"Since that's the case, you should go ask the person directly involved in this matter." Vivi glanced at him and said, "I believe she will definitely remember the location of her death at that time, and that place is highly likely to be the entrance to the Chamber."
"I'll go ask right now!" Harry said hastily.
After Harry left, Professor Luke Wood said helplessly, "It seems your little boyfriend is as simple-minded as ever."
"He has me, that's enough," Vivi said softly, gazing at the tightly closed door.
"But that's not necessarily a good thing," Professor Lachham said, "This will make him more and more dependent on you, unable to leave your intelligence..."
Vivi said cheerfully, "That's exactly what I want."
...
When Harry came out of the Map Secret Room, he didn't go straight to find Crying Myrtle but went to Dumbledore's Headmaster's office first.
This time, when he arrived in front of the Dripping Stone Beast, the stone creature suddenly jumped aside.
"Why didn't you ask me for a password this time?" Harry asked.
"Professor Dumbledore specifically allowed Harry Potter to not need a password in the future," the Dripping Stone Beast answered honestly.
Harry reached out and patted its head, then ascended the staircase to the Headmaster's office.
This stone beast... quite progressive.
Today, Harry arrived late, and the portraits in the Headmaster's office, the Phoenix, and even the Sorting Hat had fallen into a deep sleep.
Harry sat down at the edge of the headmaster's desk, contemplating how to notify Professor Dumbledore of his presence in the office.
When he came to his senses, Professor Dumbledore was already sitting opposite him.
"Hard to imagine, a young wizard like you doesn't list sleeping as a top hobby," Dumbledore yawned, still wearing his starry and moonlit robe.
"I want to sleep too, but there's something more important," Harry said, folding his hands on the table. "You should know that Professor Lockhart hosted a Dueling Club in the Great Hall tonight, right?"
"I'm aware of this matter," Professor Dumbledore nodded. "Are you here to talk about Miss Parkinson? Severus has already told me about it."
"He's already mentioned it?" Harry asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes," Professor Dumbledore nodded. "This morning, Severus conducted a clandestine inspection of Dark Magic Items within Slytherin College, with a particular focus on students around Mr. Malfoy and those pure-blood students who are close to him."
"So... Pansy Parkinson was also listed as a suspicious individual?" Harry asked.
"Indeed." Professor Dumbledore replied nonchalantly, instructing someone to pour Harry a cup of tea. "However, Severus only has suspicions; he hasn't confirmed who exactly possesses the Dark Magic Items. Even in the case of Miss Parkinson, he only suspects and hasn't fully confirmed."
"The professors in the Map Secret Room believe, perhaps Voldemort was being clever and wanted to expose part of her power through Parkinson," Harry began to explain to Dumbledore the professors' analysis. "Then have Pansy publicly defeated by Hermione, creating an illusion."
"It's very possible," Professor Dumbledore nodded. "There could be such a possibility, but we cannot infringe on Miss Parkinson's privacy based on mere conjecture."
Harry acknowledged this perspective since Hogwarts is a school, not some gang base.
"So I talked with the professors about the Secret Chamber again," Harry said contemplatively. "The professors unanimously believe that the place where Myrtle died might be the entrance to the Chamber."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, clearly skeptical of this claim.
"If that were true, why haven't we discovered it after all these years?" Professor Dumbledore chuckled and then said, "You know, the place where Myrtle died is the girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts... In this restroom, there are always many people coming and going; why haven't they discovered such a Chamber entrance?"
"Professor Luke Wood speculated," Harry said, "perhaps Tom Riddle moved Myrtle's body, creating such an illusion... so he suggested I go ask Myrtle if she still remembers where she died back then."