Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 64
The east side of the fourth floor of the castle.

Professor Flitwick's Dueling Club.

"Then let's call it a day."

Professor Flitwick clapped his hands, "Good night, students, remember to go back to the dormitory early, otherwise Mr. Filch may have some objections."

"Good night, Professor Flitwick."

William and the others said in unison, stood up and left the classroom—they only had one game tonight, and each subsequent event required three duels.

Perhaps because of his embarrassing performance during the challenge, Yaxley left directly after easily defeating his opponent.

"It's a good thing no one misses him, does they?"

Jamma smiled.

"You shouldn't make it too easy for him, right?"

William asked casually. The Yaxley stared at him bitterly before leaving, which made him feel uncomfortable—that kind of eyes were as clammy as if a lizard's tongue had been scratched across the skin, and William almost had goosebumps up.

"At least he's going to get his fair share."

Gemma nodded and said, "Slytherins are actually not as united as they seem. Some people think they are pure enough, but some people think they are not so pure. Although they will not directly stand up—— A Slytherin has and can only have one voice when speaking externally."

"It sounds exhausting."

William shook his head.

"En." Gemma tilted her head, as if she was thinking carefully, and also seemed to be looking at William's side face.

After a while, she answered very seriously:
"I don't have a strong obsession with bloodlines or anything. But I do like the vibe in Slytherin, if you ask me:
Have goals, have wisdom, persevere, and be flexible. "

"I'm sure other people will see it differently."

"But what other people think doesn't matter."

Gemma replied, "At a gambling table, only the winners speak. Slytherins have won the House Cup for so long in a row that I'm getting used to the hall being decorated in silver and silver at final dinners." Emerald green."

This is true.

William remembered that if Professor Dumbledore hadn't added too many points to Granville in the last few minutes of the House Cup at the end of the term, the House Cup of that year would still have been included in Slytherin's bag. middle.

"Good night, then?" she said with a smile.

"Good night."

William parted with her.

At the moment before going to the third floor, William suddenly saw the corridor that Professor Dumbledore mentioned at the beginning of the term.

"There seems to be no mirror in it now?"

William thought—although there was no mirror there, there was still something left to him by Nicole Flamel, although he didn't know what it was.

"It's all here, let's take a look?"

William walked over there.

When he decided to end this not-so-fantastic night with a night outing, Hermione's mentality was about to collapse-for Merlin's sake, she was only in the second week of school, but Already at risk of being expelled from school.

"It's all thanks to these two idiots!
If anyone can come and help."

She cautiously huddled in the corner, hoping to hear the footsteps outside the room slowly walking away, while thinking.

During dinner, Hermione "accidentally" overheard that Malfoy wanted to fight Harry for a wizard's duel in the trophy room.This would obviously cause them to deduct all the points she won from the Transfiguration class, so naturally they should stop it.

But Hermione didn't expect that, she chased those two idiots all the way out of the common room, and when she wanted to go back, she found that the portrait of the Fat Lady had disappeared.

She's out visiting!

After that it was all a mess.

They picked up Neville who forgot his password and was left outside the door, and came to the trophy showroom, and found that there was no sign of that annoying Malfoy here—they were even spotted by Mrs. Norris and kicked out by Filch. After walking all the way, he finally got rid of him, and was entangled by Peeves again.

In a panic, Harry found the room.

They hid inside.

The good news is, the room is safe.

They soon realized that Filch would never be in this room, or more precisely, this small hallway on the east side of the fourth floor.

"Damn Peeves!"

Hermione heard Filch curse.

He seemed to be getting further and further away.

But there is also bad news.

There are dogs in the room.

Big, three-headed dog.

They retreated to the door step by step.

Just when they decided to rush out, even though they were blocked by Filch, they suddenly heard footsteps.

It's getting closer.

"us."

Hermione looked at Harry, Harry looked at Ron, Ron looked at Neville, Neville was already slumped against the door, and if it wasn't for the support of the door, he might have slipped to the ground.

The dog was watching the four of them.

It also seemed frightened.

They found something worse—one worse than footsteps getting louder.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

"rush!"

Harry nodded.

Between the dog and Filch, they would choose the dog.But if the dog had three heads and reached as high as the ceiling, they would definitely choose Filch.

then
When William was studying this door, it was knocked open from the inside with a bang!
Almost subconsciously, he called out the Iron Armor Curse.

"Protego! (Iron Armor)"

A silver barrier appeared out of thin air.

The Big Three in the original book slammed into it fiercely.

"Why are you?"

William snapped his fingers to cancel the Iron Armor Charm—Harry and Hermione froze in place, showing embarrassing expressions, just like when William was caught by his mother just after doing something wrong in his previous life.

Ron froze for a moment.

He didn't respond.

Inertia caused him to fall face-to-face.

"Hiss I think I'm going to break my nose, man."

Ron groaned in pain.

"William, have you seen Filch?"

Hermione asked worriedly, clutching the hem of her robe.

"He's gone, like he's mad at Peeves."

William replied that he found it inexplicably funny - after learning about their little duel and the subsequent turmoil, he had already realized that even though he had already appeared at Hogwarts, Malfoy still managed to play haha Take advantage.

"But what are you doing?"

He suddenly thought of it, shook his head again, and didn't ask further, "I think you should go back to the common room, it's too late now, it's time to rest."

"Good night, William."

Harry and the others bid him farewell, and left the small corridor without saying a word—obviously, this adventure had left a lot of psychological shadow on them.

After they left, William didn't go in either.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

He suddenly said loudly.

It's like talking to the air.

After a moment.

The figure of the white wizard quietly appeared at the corner of the corridor. He was wearing snow-white pajamas and a purple-backed casual robe inlaid with gold. The expression on Professor Dumbledore's face seemed a little helpless, and there was a smile on his face.

"William, how did you know I was going to answer?"

Dumbledore said with a smile.

　Thanks to Asprin for the reward.

　　Thanks to a certain lamp in the group for the reward.

　　I'm really busy today, and I'm a little troublesome, the update is over, sorry.

　　In the original book, Harry and Malfoy had a duel on the night of the flight lesson. In the movie version of the flight lesson, it was the second week of Friday, and this version is still used.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)