Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 163 Hogwarts: Dangerous!Danger!

Colin Creevey, Gryffindor College, the first Harry Potter fan.

Not long after entering school, he has become a celebrity in the school because of his crazy admiration for Harry Potter.

And he is very famous, and he is easy to be recognized, because there will always be a camera hanging on his chest.

"Colin."

He was shooting the castle statue and was about to send these beautiful pictures home when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

He was not surprised by this. Many classmates who were also Muggle-born would often stop him and ask him to help take a picture of the school and post it home.

"Hold on."

He said in his mouth that he held up the camera and turned around after finishing shooting the statue in front of him—as a senior photographer, he likes to see the world through the lens.

However, when he turned around, he saw a figure shrouded in black mist, which startled him.

"Who are you?"

Panicked, Colin stood there dumbfounded, and slowly put down the camera, wanting to see the figure in the black mist more clearly.

However, the tumbling black mist made it impossible for him to peek at the secrets within. Instead, a huge head was slowly pulled out from behind the black mist.

A pair of breathtaking yellow eyes appeared above the black mist, staring at Colin...

……

It was curfew time, and Filch came out of his office with an oil lamp in hand.

Some students had transferred this year, but the naughty ones did not, which made him very angry.

"If those naughty transfers, or the school allows me to use more punishment..."

He murmured angrily, locked the door of his office, turned and walked to the basement.

Every time, he starts to check from the bottom floor, because there are always some students who can't help but go to the kitchen to steal some food.

He hated kids who didn't eat on time, or fools who never got enough to eat.

After checking around in the underground corridor, Filch, who didn't meet a single "idiot", felt a little upset.

He always hopes that every time, he can gain something.

When I came to the first floor, I was about to check with the oil lamp, when I suddenly heard Mrs. Luolisi's cry.

"Is there anyone on the second floor?"

He asked excitedly, then gave up checking the first floor, and walked upstairs at a faster pace.

"Snapped."

On the way to the stairs, Filch tripped over something and fell to the ground.

The oil lamp rolled twice, but it didn't break.

Filch turned his head suspiciously, and saw a student lying there sideways.

"Hiding on the ground and pretending to be dead, do you think I can't see you?"

Filch roared angrily and rushed over, grabbing the student's wizard robe, preventing the child from running away when he wasn't looking.

"Say, which college are you from and what's your name?"

He asked loudly, but the student didn't respond at all.

"At this time, I know I'm afraid. What did I do long ago? Don't think that if you don't talk, I don't know..."

He criticized ramblingly, tugged at the child's wizard robe, and dragged him to the fallen oil lamp.

Picking up the oil lamp, it shined on the silent child—a face without a trace of blood appeared in front of Filch's eyes.

He stretched out his hand in some horror, sniffed the child's breath, and then the hand trembled violently, but he still resisted the fear in his heart, and felt the pulse of the child's neck...

"Principal Dumbledore, Principal Dumbledore..."

Terrified, Filch let go of the child's wizard robe, and ran up the stairs crazily, holding the "crackling" oil lamp that was shaken by him.

But he was too flustered, missed the corner, and rolled down the stairs uncontrollably.

"Snapped."

The oil lamp that fell to the ground for the second time finally came to the end of its life, shattered, and the lamp oil spilled on the ground.

Sparks ignited the lamp oil, setting the hall ablaze, but Filch ignored it.

He limped upstairs, shouting incessantly, "Principal Dumbledore, something serious happened, something serious happened..."

It might be because of excessive panic that made him fall again at the same place, but fortunately, with the previous experience, he stretched out his hand to grab the handrail and did not fall down.

"The flame disappears."

With a grim voice, the fire in the hall was quickly extinguished.

"Filch, what's going on here?"

Snape's figure appeared, he first asked Filch a question, but before Filch stumbled to explain everything, he had already bowed down to the side of the child.

The left hand without the wand calmly tested the child's breath, and then quickly landed on the child's neck.

"All professors, take your wands and patrol the corridors of the castle. Pay attention to the dangers that may exist at any time. Headmaster Dumbledore, please come to the hall on the first floor."

Snape pointed his wand at his throat and said - his voice was very hoarse, and if you looked closely, you could still see the wound on his neck, which hadn't disappeared.

"Sna...Professor Snape, is he really...really dead?" Filch asked, slumped on the stairs in horror.

"Dead." Snape said calmly, then glanced at the child's face, then at the camera on his chest, "It's Colin Creevey, a first-year Gryffindor."

As soon as his words fell, Mag's voice sounded: "What's wrong with Colin?"

As she spoke, she hurried down the stairs. When she saw Colin lying on the ground, her eyes widened in horror, and she quickly jumped on him.

"It's dead, Professor McGonagall, take out your wand, the danger is not over." Snape said in a cold and hoarse voice.

"how is this possible?"

shrieked Professor McGonagall, took out his wand, and began to cast healing spells, but to no avail, "Who did this? How did this happen..."

She looked panicked, wiped the corners of her eyes twice, then looked up at Snape.

"I don't know, McGonagall, it may be that person, or it may not be, but before that." Snape tightened his wand tightly, "Let Dumbledore come over."

"He's not at school."

Mag stood up, but then squatted down again, gently stroking the forehead of the corpse, as if he was still alive, "He went to the Black Forest, and wanted to know more about that person's past, he wanted..."

"It doesn't matter what he thinks, McGonagall, use the castle to inform him."

Snape raised his voice, which caused pain in his neck and made his face contort.

"Yes, he needs to come back, he needs to come back."

McGonagall murmured, but was still stroking Colin's forehead, and trying to help him straighten out his messy hair.

Two teardrops fell on Colin's stiff face and slid down his face to the marble floor.

"McGonagall!" Snape called sharply.

"I know I know."

said McGonagall in a trembling voice, and then waved his wand, sending a spell into the castle.

"Dangerous! Dangerous! Dangerous!"

The stone statue at the door of the principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle suddenly called out.

Then the entire Hogwarts castle experienced a magical shock.

(End of this chapter)