Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 39 Humans are not as good as cats?

Harry, who had just had a good night's sleep in History of Magic class, is now full of energy, with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, and half a lamb chop stewed until soft is placed on the plate. move.

It was the first time for Ron to have a good time at a dinner party (even though he had only been to Hogwarts for two days). The big eater who almost ate half a cow lay on the table without moving. Watching the pudding fruit disappear, he couldn't even take a bite.

"Ron, are you free now?"

"Of course, if you have something to say, just say it, hiccup~"

Ron lazily moved his head, and replied casually, although he needs to go out for a run to digest food and exercise later, it's a big deal to run at night. Anyway, he has figured out the way back to the dormitory, and he is not afraid of getting lost.

"Then let's go to the trophy room, shall we? I feel that if I go alone, I will get lost in this castle."

Harry said excitedly but also worriedly, "I want to see Dad's trophy."

A curious and nostalgic smile appeared on Harry's face at the mention of his parents.

"No problem, it's just a matter of eating and drinking. By the way, Neville, uh, Neville will definitely go." Seeing Neville's nodding head, Ron changed his words accordingly, and then turned his head to look at the side beside him, frowning. Hermione.

"Are you going?"

"What?" Hermione, who was concentrating on turning the pages of the book, returned without raising her head. It took a long time before she looked away from the book, "Going to what?"

She closed the heavy tome. Looking at the cover, it should be a book from the Muggle world. You will never guess how many books are in Hermione's schoolbag, just like you can't guess how many books are in your girlfriend's bag. It's like how many weird things are installed in it.

"Harry wants to see his dad's trophy, the legendary Seeker who helped Gryffindor win five consecutive championships."

"Oh, this." Hermione rubbed the center of her brows with a headache. She had just read "Vanished Civilizations: An Atlas of the World's Words" in her hand, but she couldn't find the corresponding answer for the familiar words, which made her feel a little nervous. Doubt your own memory.

"I want to go to the book." Hermione paused, she saw Harry's eyes, and there was a hint of hope in those emerald green pupils.

He entered the wizarding world in a daze, got those inexplicable fames in a daze, was praised and praised in a daze, Harry didn’t like his fame at all, what he cared about was that in his memory His obscure parents, his current reputation all come from the dedication and sacrifice of his parents.

The name of the savior should belong to his parents, and Harry wanted to confirm this. He wanted to know about his parents' past, and he wanted to let others know the glory of his parents, and then handed back his inconsistent reputation to them.

"Can you, Hermione?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Of course." Hermione nodded and put the book into her schoolbag, "Just to let my mind go, I'm too anxious."

"Then let's go, go back to the dormitory first, we put away the textbooks, it's too cumbersome to go out with books on your back."

While hiccupping, he propped up his body, with his four or five month pregnant belly, Ron walked unsteadily towards the dormitory.

It was still early before the curfew. Although Hogwarts was terrifyingly large, there was enough time for them to wander around the castle leisurely.

But it seems that they are a little too confident.

There are a total of 140 stairs in Hogwarts. Some of them are wide and big, some are narrow and small, and they are rickety. Some stairs lead to different places at regular intervals. For some stairs, it depends on your mood, move this way when you are unhappy, and move there when you are happy.

When Hogwarts was first established, Ravenclaw, who was smart and disgusted with idiots, remodeled Slytherin's castle. These wayward stairs came from her handwriting. In her eyes, even this small level People who can't deal with it are not qualified to be wizards.

Only smart people can learn magic. Ravenclaw doesn't know her background, but she is very fond of people's wisdom, but anyway, in Ron's eyes, in the eyes of these four little wizards, Ravenclaw He definitely hates brats and tries to torture people.

"Can anyone tell me why we're back where we started?"

"This staircase has become too diligent! Is this irregular menstruation?"

Looking at the mark he left with his wand under his feet, Ron's sorrow was written all over his face.

He stared at the seemingly dutiful stairs, then clenched his fist and smashed it on the handrail.

After a muffled sound of "bang", the playful staircase began to change blatantly like a temper tantrum. The maze-like stairwell had completely changed, and who knew where it was pointing.

"Let's ask about the portrait." Hermione glared at Ron angrily, who was walking in the front with confidence just now, and now he's playing it off, "You should read more books, or your muscles will get into your brain It shouldn't be cured."

"Hiss~ Hermione, you are so poisonous, I feel like you are jealous of my talent."

"No, I'm just worried that we won't be able to go back to the common room when the time comes, and we will be deducted points, locked up, or even expelled for night travel."

Just as Hermione was looking around for the portrait to ask for directions, a sand-gray figure jumped down from the heads of everyone.

"Wow~"

The majestic Luke called out with an electronic sound.

"Are you here to lead the way?"

Lukesi nodded while standing on Ron's shoulder, then jumped down lightly.

"Is this reliable?"

Harry spoke suspiciously, he suddenly had a strange feeling that humans were inferior to cats.

"Anyway, I'm lost, so I just trust Luxy once. After all, when we were in class, he had already gone wild in the castle."

"That's fine."

The four of them followed behind Lukexi in this way. They first went down one floor, and then twisted through several doors. After walking through a short corridor, Lukexi stepped on the railing. Jumped back into Ron's arms.

"We have arrived."

Looking at the steps pointed by Lukexi's paw, Ron nodded knowingly.

Walking along the gloomy corridor with no portraits, it seemed that Filch didn't like to clean this area very much. There was a thin layer of dust on the armor, which was rare in Hogwarts.

The trophy showroom is not difficult to find. As an exhibition hall that stores Hogwarts honors, this room is surprisingly large. Dozens of wooden shelves are placed here, filled with trophies of different colors but equally gorgeous, Some are locked in glass covers, and some are listed on wooden shelves.

The wooden shelf for storing the Gryffindor trophy is very conspicuous, and the other places are somewhat dusty, but the Gryffindor trophy shelf is clean, and Wood was punished by Professor McGonagall for wiping the trophy. Obviously, Wood did it beautifully.

Following the year number on the brass plate, they saw the first trophy with James Potter's name written on it in 1973. The golden trophy did not fade in the slightest. People's names are engraved on it, on a separate line in the third row.

James Potter (Seeker)

A short line of words made Harry stand there in a daze, staring at it motionless, as if he wanted to imprint this line of words deeply in his heart.

"dad."

Harry smiled brightly. He stretched out his fingers and touched the line of words lightly, without saying a word for a long time.

The three of them didn't disturb Harry's thoughts, they dispersed, and there are not only hogwarts house cup souvenirs here, but also various other awards, even Neville saw his parents on this shelf name.

The duel winner's gold cup issued by the Wizard Dueling Club, with the name of Neville's father Frank engraved on it, and the name of Neville's mother Alice on the assistant's place.

Tears streamed down his face immediately, and Neville, who was sobbing silently, added a bit of heaviness to the trophy showroom. They lingered here silently and stopped silently.

"Wow~"

I don't know how long it took, but Lukexi's low cry woke everyone up. The hairy Lukexi stared at the door vigilantly. His ears moved, as if he heard something.

"Mrs. Norris?"

Ron looked at his cat in disbelief.

"You can't beat her?"

"???"

Ron, who had several question marks popping out of his head, could not accept this answer at all.

"Meow~"

Luxy, who started meowing, lowered her head in frustration. Don't look at Mrs. Norris, who is skinny, she looks like she hasn't eaten for 30 years. The dead little wizards escaped the fate of being punished, and they were eaten to death. Mrs. Norris's combat effectiveness is estimated to be not low among the cats.

"Go back and practice more, you don't need me to teach you, right?"

Ron, dumbfounded, knelt down and touched Luxie's cat head.

"Wow~"

Lukexi flinched and shook off in front of Ron.

"Okay, I get it, Ban Ban is not that easy to be played to death by you, at least you have to call him teacher before you become an adult."

"Wow~"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go, Filch will come soon, Lukexi will take us to hide."

The four of them and the cat walked away quickly, and at the corner behind them, a thin cat figure flashed away.

(End of this chapter)