Chapter Forty Six

Professor Flitwick

Harry decided that they needed to talk to Professor Flitwick as soon as they could. They decided that since they had his class the next day right before lunch that they would stay behind from his Charms class for a few minutes after words. So after an interesting class on the different cleansing and cleaning charms, Harry, Draco, Ron, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle stayed after class to talk to the diminutive Professor.

"Excuse me sir, but is it possible that we could talk to you for a few minutes before lunch today?" Harry was very polite toward his professors now, and even was beginning to get along with Professor Snape.

"Yes Mr. Weasley, how may I help you?" The little Professor was levitating books up to the different shelves in the classroom, and talking to the students at the same time. Even tho he was still a Professor, he was also the head of the Ravenclaw house, and it was for no reason. He was one of the most intelligent, bright men in the school. His small nature wasn't quite known to the students, but there have always been rumors going around to what might his parentage be.

"We were wondering if we could get your help in case we were to go after the Basilisk that is in the Chamber of Secrets? Hagrid had suggested that we ask you to come with us if we find out how and where it is. We're not even quite sure how to get to it, but we do know where it is. It is in the catacombs underneath Hogwart's. The Basilisk has been getting up to bother the students through the pipes, that's why he was unseen. All we need to know now, is where the pipe leads to up here. Do you have any ideas, or knowledge of where it might be Professor?" Harry was smiling at the Professor with a friendly smile.

"Well Mr. Weasley, I don't have any knowledge of the location of the entrance, but there are as many rumors about the entrance, as there is about my parentage running around this school." The professor was chuckling as he thought of the different rumors that have gone through the school about why he was so short. Everything from him being a Midget, to a part Goblin, Dwarf, or something in between. No one knew that he was just short, nothing else to it. So he guessed that he would be considered by the muggles as a midget. He always loved hearing tales of what the students thought. "As for your request that I come help you in your fight against the foul beast, I would be privileged to accompany you and Hagrid and any other professor that you might think would be able to help out. Just let me know the where and when." He thanked the students, and dismissed them with a wave of his hand. They made their way down to the Great Hall for their lunch.

At lunch that day, they told their other friends what they had found out, and that they would now have to find out where the entrance was. As they were eating, they thought of the different places that the Beast would be able to come out, when it hit them like a brick wall. "Of course, who was it's last victim the last time? Moaning Myrtle of course, maybe the entrance is in the bathroom where she hides." Ron was the one to come up with this hypothesis.

"You know Ron, maybe Hermoine is rubbing off on us. You have come up with the most logical idea yet. We should go check with Myrtle tonight before we take this to the Professors. We will meet tonight at her Lavatory, and talk to her again." They all ate their lunch in relative silence, and then went on about the rest of their classes for the day. They weren't able to talk to Myrtle that night, because they had different detentions that happened to be brought on by their inattentiveness in class that day.