Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 375
Snape remembered clearly that he still had the Disillusionment Charm on him.

At this time, pretending to be air is the first, most appropriate and most suitable choice for normal people and not so stupid idiots.

"Stop pretending." Harry raised his wand, "I can smell your pomade from Gryffindor Tower."

Snape's face darkened.

This is not a planned line.

Shouldn't it smell like potions?

"The spell stops immediately." Harry whispered, reciting the spell.

Snape held down his wand under his robes, pumping his magic, resisting Harry's spell.

As if the ice melted, the magical power of the Illusion Curse became clear bit by bit.

The eraser smeared on the paper, scratching out Snape's figure.

His heart also melted and collapsed, and there was a ripple.

Three years ago, in that summer, he didn't have such huge magic power.But now, his magic power has surpassed his own, Snape was in a trance, and in the blink of an eye, it was really just a blink of an eye, Potter was already 16 years old, and he would be an adult in half a year—wizards reach adulthood at 17 age.

In terms of magic power, the magic power in the body of the 17-year-old wizard will be completely stable.

Intellectually speaking, this age is just right. After passing through the immaturity of adolescence, one begins to have a self and a clear understanding of the world.

It was only two years before Lily got married.

He was in a trance.

The Illusion Curse was completely broken.

"Professor Snape." Harry hid his inner doubts and asked indifferently.

With Snape's magic power, he shouldn't be able to break the spell so quickly.

"Potter, I remember it's curfew now." Snape's face was ugly, "The restless Gryffindor started to go out at night again, and Potter got ten points for violating the school rules."

"Before the professor deducts points for me, I want to know why the professor is here?" Harry stared at him without changing his tone, "I remember the seventh floor, the eighth floor, and the Gryffindor tower. No one is allowed to enter except for the students of Findo and Professor McGonagall."

"Professor Snape, you shouldn't be here."

Snape didn't speak.

Harry raised his head and looked behind him: "And, what's going on with this door?"

Snape took a deep breath and said softly, "I heard a rumor from the Slytherin students that there is a hidden room on the eighth floor, so come and have a look."

"Really? But why not tell Professor Dumbledore directly." Harry looked at him calmly, and took a few steps forward.

Snape narrowed his eyes: "I have to make sure if it's true."

"Slytherins aren't often seen in Gryffindor Tower, after all."

Harry continued past him, looking at the doorknob on the wall, which hadn't been touched for a long time, even as the thought in Snape's mind faded, it was fading a little bit: "That's now confirmed to be true. "

"Professor, you don't need to be so sneaky."

Snape didn't speak.

"How does this door open? How many times do you walk back and forth in front of it?" When the door on the wall finally disappeared, Harry stepped forward, touched the smooth wall, and muttered to himself, "I'm afraid not. building, but it is close to the tower, and many people pass by every day, if it was just such a simple trigger, it would have been discovered long ago."

"Spell?"

"No, Professor Snape didn't speak just now."

Obviously Snape was nearby, but Harry didn't ask him for help.

"Let me think."

"The mind is magic."

Harry tried to move, a thought occurred to him.

A door slowly protruded from the wall.

"Sure enough." Harry said softly, turning his head and looking at Snape, "Professor, please go and inform Professor Dumbledore to come over."

Snape nodded, "I see."

He turned his head and took a deep look at the door, then turned and left.

Harry waved his wand.

Kunen's shield, armor body protection, illusion spell, and finally call out the patron saint, a big one, to protect himself completely.

All security measures are taken.

He stretched out his hand, twisted the doorknob, clicked, opened the door, and walked in.

"I need a place to hide things."

With that in mind, Harry granted his request and opened a door in the wall.

He didn't think about it.

"Open me the room where Barty Crouch Jr. hides things." Or "the room where Barty Crouch Jr. often goes", after all, he and Dumbledore have erased Crouch and Hogwarts. Crouch's oath, for Hogwarts, Crouch is a non-existent person.

Moreover, facing the magic of the public, it is difficult to achieve such exquisiteness.

Regardless of whether the person who cast this spell was Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, it was definitely not Gryffindor.

Harry and the others have consulted Godric, and his understanding of castles is no more than that of the first and second year wizards. The rest of his life has been devoted to educating little wizards or fighting people. .

Untraceable Stretch Mantra.

Harry smelled the magic for the first time.

The space in the room is huge, even a bit bigger than the school auditorium. The ceiling is so high that it can't be seen, there is only darkness, and the moonlight shines in through the bay window. Harry feels in a trance that he has stepped into a miniature city .

For thousands of years, it seems that many little wizards have broken into here.

Of course, there are more house-elves, and they seem to be particularly fond of this place.

Harry smelled many things that smelled like house elves, discarded furniture, desks, boxes, scrubbing tools, these things were piled up layer by layer, piled up into a high hill, rickety, but protected by magic , standing tall and looking dangerous, but never falling down.

There are also many books.

Abandoned textbooks are the majority, and there are more notebooks with graffiti.

Of course, those dead pets were not in the minority. Owls, toads, and toads were dried and stuck in the gaps in the alleys and buildings.

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There are also some weird biological corpses.

The dried corpses of young dragons, five-legged monsters, horned camels, and even the corpses of several goblins in armor.

It made Harry feel sad.

These have lost the characteristics of magic materials and turned into ordinary, unremarkable mummy.

Harry continued walking inside.

It's hard to imagine how wonderful Hogwarts was in the past, with steel swords, giant axes, shields, a set of armor worn by humans, and even a few cannons with a long history, and a half-cut train.

Harry stopped suddenly at a fork in the road.

He smelled the breath of black magic, and the existence time was very new, no more than a month.

Without hesitation, he continued to apply protection magic to himself, and strode in that direction.

An ugly old wizard statue broke into his field of vision.

(End of this chapter)