Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 60 The messed up painting

Today is the weekend, the weather is fine, and it is the first Quidditch match of this semester. Basically, all the students gathered on the Quidditch pitch to watch the match. Year [-] students skipped the match to prepare for their Wizarding Rank exams.

Maureen came to the corridor on the seventh floor. He was very familiar with this corridor. Whether it was the portraits on the wall or the armor that creaked from time to time beside the corridor, everything was the same as before, except for Sir Cadogan. The place for the portrait is vacant.

He went to the abandoned classroom and checked it again. The classroom was still the same, there was no abnormality, and there was no sign of Sweet or Lily.

But Mo Lin always felt that something was wrong.

This strange feeling was very abrupt and vague, and he couldn't tell what it was. He stood on the fence, looked at the stairs in the middle of the castle that rotated and shifted from time to time, and thought about what was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Mo Lin looked at the portraits in the corridor again, and the feeling that something was wrong became stronger and stronger, as if some places were different from what he saw in memory.

Then Mo Lin slapped his head, he understood that something was wrong!
The dozen or so portraits on the corridor walls seem to be out of sequence.

"That's right, something is wrong here! In Hugo's memory, the order of the portraits is not like this, and in Jamie's memory, the order of the portraits is also completely different, and the order of the portraits is also messed up now, especially A picture of a wizard playing chess!"

Molin remembered that the last time he asked Sir Cadogan about the whereabouts of Hugo, Sir Cadogan enthusiastically wanted to take Molin to find it, so he broke into a painting of a wizard playing chess. Restlessly throwing up the queen on the chessboard and shouting "General", the two wizards in the painting yelled at Sir Cadogan behind their backs in great annoyance.

At that time, the painting of the wizard playing chess was next to Sir Cadogan's painting, but at this time, he couldn't find this painting. Instead, the painting of the wizard playing chess was replaced with a landscape painting of a reef hut by the sea!

"Did the painting of the wizard playing chess also be destroyed?"

Mo Lin felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Although he knew that the people in the painting were not real, after all, those two chess-playing wizards could also talk. If they were destroyed, it would feel like murder.

So it seems that the two wizards playing chess in the painting, like Sir Cadogan, may have seen something, and destroyed them in order to prevent them from telling the secret.

Maureen desperately recalled the order of the portraits in Jamie and Hugo's memory, but he only remembered a vague impression. When Maureen saw Jamie and Hugo's memory, his attention was more The most important thing is to put it in that classroom.

"Why would someone purposely mess up the order of the portraits?" Mo Lin counted in his mind. There are a total of twelve paintings hanging on the walls nearby. Most of the paintings here are fruit pictures and landscape pictures, and portraits of people. The picture is gone.

Maureen observed the paintings in front of him, wanting to see what was unique about them, but unfortunately he was not a professional painter and did not know how to appreciate the genre of paintings. If he had to say something in common, it would probably be the paintings in the castle They all move, even the white clouds on the landscape picture will float around, and the fruit in the tray will roll under the table accidentally.

The game was still going on on the Quidditch field outside the castle. Hugo's voice was amplified by magic and could be heard even here.

"Poke from Gryffindor made a beautiful spin, the ball was fast, and he was going to pass it to Filia, but the ball was broken by Newstar, and the Hufflepuffs started to fight back. Their The attacking formation was beautiful - oh, what a pity, Albus hit the Bludger towards Newstar, Newstar was forced to dodge, the Hufflepuff formation was broken, Albus's technique is amazing, I have to say that everyone in the Potter family has a talent for playing ball—"

While listening to Hugo's explanation, Mo Lin observed the paintings on the wall, but after looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't see why, but at this moment, footsteps came from the corridor, Mo Lin turned around and found that it was Professor Charles of Muggle Studies.

Professor Charles was still dressed in a smart suit, and he always looked so polite.

"Hello, Professor!" Mo Lin quickly greeted, he felt very strange, why is Professor Charles here, shouldn't he go to the game?
But Professor Charles was the first to ask the question. He asked in surprise, "Maureen, don't you want to watch the Gryffindor game?"

During the first Muggle Studies class, Maureen cast a petrification spell on Carlo, and every subsequent Muggle Studies class, Maureen's homework was in a daze. Professor Charles obviously had feelings for Maureen as well. impression.

"Professor, I just came back to get some things." Maureen made an excuse casually.

"Come to the seventh floor to get something? Shouldn't the Gryffindor lounge be on the eighth floor?" Professor Charles asked.

Mo Lin tried his best to calm himself down. It was the weekend, and he didn't violate the school rules when he came here on the seventh floor. There was no need to worry about anything, so he said, "I just passed by to look at these paintings. Professor, aren't you going to watch the competition? "

Professor Charles looked up at the paintings on the wall, and said thoughtfully, "I also came to see these paintings."

"Are you coming to see these paintings?" Mo Lin asked in surprise.

Why did Professor Charles come to see these paintings?Don't come at other times, but just in time for the Quidditch match?

"These paintings are pretty good, aren't they?" Professor Charles stretched out his hand to touch a picture frame of a fruit painting, "Good paintings should be treasured. The paintings of Hogwarts Castle have a long history and should be well protected. "

"Yes, Professor."

Morin didn't understand why Professor Charles said these words suddenly, and he felt a little uneasy. Could it be that Professor Charles knew something?
At the same time, the voice of Hugo explaining the game sounded outside, this time it seemed a little hasty:

"It was a violent collision, two teams of Chasers collided for the Quaffle, Hufflepuff's Randy steadied himself just in time, but Gryffindor's Owen from five meters It's not good-I hope he's okay, Mrs. Hooch stopped the game, Ms. Pomfrey has rushed over, the situation seems to be a bit bad-now the score is 200 to 160, Gryffindor temporarily leads, but wins It's hard to say if Newstar catches the Snitch at this time, the score will be overtaken, Gryffindor students pray, Newstar is searching for the Golden Snitch at this time, Gryffindor has to work hard It's-"

There seemed to be something wrong with the Quidditch match. The noise outside became louder and louder. There were some cheers and booing. After a while, Hugo's voice sounded again:
"It seems that Owen, the Chaser of Gryffindor, won't be able to carry out the next game, but this year Gryffindor has three substitutes, so it's not a big deal, Gryffindor should be planning to change people—— Mrs. Hooch signaled the game to go on, all the crew had taken off—wait, why are there only six people in Gryffindor? Why didn't they send a substitute? Didn't Polk trust three first-years? That's not wise -"

"not good!"

It was only then that Morin remembered that he was a substitute player. It wasn't that Polk didn't let the substitute players play, but he couldn't find anyone!Lily and Sweet disappeared mysteriously, and he was the only candidate, but even if he came here, Poker might not be mad!
"Professor, I have to go. I'm Gryffindor's substitute." Morin said hastily.

"Go ahead, I hope you can win... Oh, sorry, as a teacher, you can't take sides. I wish you good luck." Professor Charles laughed.

　Thanks to the book friends "Xiao Sheng Dead Moon", "Passing by people who eat melons" and "Give me up" for their rewards, and thank you for your recommendation tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)