Hogwarts 1991

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After taking a few long breaths, Harry could only hear grunting and faint sounds in the distance... It seemed that the McGuffin was running back and forth, catching those little things.

Other than that, there was only Hermione's soft breathing beside her, and the sound of pages being turned.

Of course, there was the sound of the little devil on Harry's head cutting his hair.

Harry closed his eyes, and light flashed in the darkness, all messy images: Krum, Goblet of Fire, Dumbledore, Cho Chang, Hagrid...[Horcrux], Sirius, Quidditch things...

Of course, the MacGuffin keeps showing up too,
But the messy thoughts in his mind appeared the most, and they couldn't get rid of...the images of Snape and LS Malfoy.

What the hell!
He opened his eyes suddenly—

The little thing on the head became more active, chirping, almost using his own head as a trampoline, jumping back and forth, stepping on Harry's head bit by bit.

However, Harry couldn't care less about this. The scene that just passed by made him panic and frustrated.

How can I recall these two guys coming!
I'm afraid I will never learn [Occlumency].

Just as Harry was completely enveloped by negative emotions, the scar began to burn.

Unlike the previous few times, this time——

Little by little, the pain was as if water had drilled a gap in his head, the slightest... Pain that was constantly bursting.

Did Voldemort notice himself?
Is this what McGuffin calls mind intrusion?

Harry was extremely nervous, he didn't have time to say hello to Hermione at the side, he quickly closed his eyes, sank his thoughts into the depths of his brain again, and focused all his attention on the sound of long breathing.

call--

Suck--

Gradually, Harry couldn't think of anything, only the slightest pain and the sound of breathing took over all his senses.

'...Come here...Come here...'

A cold hissing voice began to echo in Harry's mind, guiding him.

Harry tried his best to suppress this feeling. Even without McGuffin's previous warning, he knew that the sound was not a good thing.

Is it really Voldemort...

This thought floated up and was immediately thrown out of Harry's mind, and he kept trying to ignore, to block out these thoughts and voices.

But the sound became louder and clearer.

'...I need you...come here...come here...'

The voice seemed to have sucked out his soul, and Harry immediately went blank, his body was so light, as if floating in the sky.

"Harry! What are you doing!"

Hermione's exclamation suddenly came to his ears, and immediately a basin of cold water rushed to his face.

Harry woke up instantly.

Only then did he realize that at some point, he had stood up from the stool and entered the 'tunnel' of the 'maze'.

And Hermione was standing by, pointing her wand at herself with a worried expression on her face.

Harry touched his face, water... wet and dripping with one hand, and the lock of hair on his forehead just stuck to his forehead.

It was obviously not an illusion just now, just now a basin of cold water was poured on him from the head.

"Clean up!"

Hermione then chanted the spell and dried Harry off.

"Harry, you closed your eyes just now, like sleepwalking, walking straight towards here, and you didn't respond to how you called."

"The water?"

"...In the end, there was no way to pour water directly on your face..." Hermione looked worried, "What's going on? I haven't heard of [Occlumency] and the sleepwalking condition... McGuffin is really, and he disappeared at this time."

Looking at Hermione's panicked expression, Harry couldn't tell her about the pain in his scar.

Hermione must be very worried, and maybe she will tell Dumbledore or Sirius.

And now Sirius is very sad because of his younger brother.

Don't bother him at this time.

And Dumbledore is busy enough these two days, so don't bother him.

Besides, Harry had the feeling that 'he' was here...something was calling out to him somewhere deep in this maze of clutter.

Harry couldn't help but followed the guidance of the voice to take two steps forward, and then stopped with a heavy face.

What is this-

who?over there!
Hermione watched Harry's strange hesitation as he strode back and forth.

I suddenly felt in my heart whether I should pour some water on him, and it seemed that this guy still hadn't woken up.

Is there really no problem with McGuffin's method?
Compared to Hermione's worries, Harry had a decision in his mind. He hesitated for a while, but still felt that he had to see what the feeling that echoed in his heart was.

This was Hogwarts, after all, or the Room of Requirement.

'It should be fine. ' Harry comforted himself.

"Hermione, I'll go and see..."

"what!"

Without waiting for Hermione's response, Harry followed his feeling and moved quickly towards his destination.

Hermione could only follow behind, and they walked deeper and deeper in the maze. In the silence, only the heavy breathing of the two of them rang in their ears.

The hill of sundries piled up became more and more old, like something from a long time ago... 200 years ago.

Textbooks, robes, bottles, and modern creations are gradually disappearing... but replaced by some shackles, spears, armor, gorgeous robes, all kinds of white wigs,... monster specimens, and even weird bone sculptures abound...

Harry and Hermione were even blocked by a huge stuffed troll,
There are still a lot of small Guffins hanging on this guy's potato head,

These little things seemed to regard it as a huge playground, and they didn't care about the two of them at all.

Thankfully, otherwise Hermione wouldn't have been able to get through because she had been refusing to get close to this thing.

Suddenly, Harry felt a shudder, and the scar on his forehead suddenly seemed to be split open, and something desperately wanted to get in.

Harry clutched his forehead, stooped and stopped.

hiss!
He gasped.

—he felt it, the thing must be ahead.

"Harry!"

Hermione understood immediately, and she looked at Harry with concern and reproach.

"McGuffin! MacGuffin!"

Then Hermione cried out loudly.

"No, don't worry, Hermione! I'm fine," said Harry hastily, but his words didn't die down.

A voice sounded from in front of him.

"Strong and mighty!"

"Peace guard!"

Hermione and Harry glanced at each other, and immediately walked forward. After bypassing a hill that looked like a pile of old wine barrels, the two immediately saw McGuffin standing not far ahead.

He held up his wand, dazed.

Harry was very surprised, "McGuffin?"

"What are you doing here? Listen to me... It's time for us to get out of here, Harry's scar is hurting again, this time we should tell Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione was equally strange, but she was more concerned about Harry's current situation.

"It's okay, I'm fine!"

As Harry discerned, he felt the voice in his head.

Strange to say, although he followed the guidance to come here, but now he doesn't feel the slightest sense.

The thin voice disappeared immediately.

This?
Harry looked ahead, and around the MacGuffin... there was a dilapidated cupboard with a blistered surface, and on top of it... was a bust of a wizard, with an old gray wig on his head and an old faded crown.

Nothing strange.

It's just that the bust of the old wizard, with a pockmarked face, is really a bit ugly.

Harry took one more look, then looked away.

"McGuffin, what's going on? The spell just now?"

"Nothing? I'm just dealing with the little things...they're running around and it's killing me."

McGuffin looked 'very angry'.

Hermione opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she saw McGuffin opened the old cabinet, which was filled with many small Guffins. They didn't even know how to make a long bonfire in it, and saw that McGuffin found them.

Immediately, he waved his magic wand. For some unknown reason, puffs of thick smoke came out of the cupboard door, drowning the place almost instantly.

The three of them were almost out of breath.

"Whirlwind clean!"

"Whirlwind clean!"

Hermione covered her mouth and nose, casting spells indiscriminately.

"do not!"

Before McGuffin could stop it, the spell was cast.

The place itself is a random accumulation of sundries and old things, and the result can be imagined.

Under the influence of Hermione's spell, at first, only some things on the lower edge began to shake, and then all the sundries around them began to tremble and crumble.

"Run! Don't stay here." McGuffin grabbed Harry and Hermione who wanted to stay where he was and check his surroundings.

Several people quickly evacuated (fleeed) away,
Of course, that speed is a little bit slower than 'Kabul's airport', 'Saigon's tarmac'....

In short, they panicked and returned to the original place along the passage they came from.

And behind them... rumbling, crackling... All kinds of things are mixed together like a mountain torrent bursting a bank... influencing each other, constantly colliding, rolling down... the sound of various fractures and collisions is getting louder,
It's completely unstoppable.

The MacGuffin sees a troll's head... suddenly popping up in front of them (like it was smashed apart, and then came here after a series of collisions),
The beetle-sized black eyes of that thing were shining, and it kept rolling forward on the passage in front, staring at several people constantly.

Scary and infiltrating.

Constantly reminding McGuffin what would happen if they took a step slower.

Fortunately, they were the first to run, with fast legs and feet, and were not submerged in the 'avalanche' behind them.

The three of McGuffin did not hesitate at all, paused, and directly withdrew (escaped) from the [House of Requirement].

Harry gasped, "Hermione, stop using spells indiscriminately, we almost couldn't get out."

"Yes, yes!" McGuffin panted rapidly while holding his knees.

"I...I..." Hermione was very annoyed, her eyes widened, staring at the two guys who beat back, she couldn't express her pain.

Obviously it was the two of them who caused all this, and when they were in that room, both of them were very suspicious, so Harry will not talk about it, the two magic spells of McGuffin... are obviously to protect against black magic.

Is such a powerful spell needed to deal with those little things?

Just when she opened her mouth to question, a voice behind them suddenly said, "I knew you were here."

McGuffin, Harry and the others turned around to see that Ron was standing not far away, and he was striding forward with excitement on his face.

"Krum, those guys from foreign schools...they've already thrown all their notes into the Goblet of Fire." Ron said happily.

"Really? Has anyone in our school run for the Warriors?" Hermione didn't bother to question McGuffin and the others, and hurriedly turned around to inquire about the news.

Apparently Hermione doesn't care about the 'Top Ten Tournament' as much as she makes it out to be.

"Let's see... Cedric Diggory, that guy must have been there. There's a big guy in Slytherin... Harry, what's the name of that... sloth-looking guy on their Quidditch team?" said Ron.

"Warring...don?" Harry said hesitantly.

"Yes, that's him." Ron said, "In addition to this guy... Angelina from our college also participated. I really hope she can be elected."

Ron walked while talking, and when he came to the front and back, he saw a few people sweating profusely and panting, as if they had run a marathon.

"Did you get into some trouble... and were chased by Filch all the way?"

"Forget it, it's not much better than that," said McGuffin hastily.

He still doesn't know if he can find the [Horcrux Crown] next time he enters the [House of Requirement].

The big riot just now messed everything up.

Although McGuffin had already cast an anti-black magic spell on the crown, he barely suppressed the [Horcrux] movement for the time being.

But who knows when [Horcrux] will break through those two extremely simple 'defense lines', redistribute that dark magic power, and recover...

However, now is not the time to hand this thing over to Dumbledore.

Must find a better timing and excuse...

While McGuffin was thinking about how to deal with this [Horcrux], Ron was telling a few people vividly that each magic school might be elected as a student representative of the Warrior.

"Angelina is good. She is at least tougher than Cedric's creamy boy, and she has a lot of courage... Only when she is elected as a warrior can we possibly win the competition."

"De Shepherd Strong must be Krum."

"Beauxbaton should be the witch named Fleur..." Ron's eyes fell into a dazed reverie.

"That's not necessarily true. Wisdom and ability are not reflected through fame and beauty... You should pay more attention to the inner world of others, Ron." Hermione pointed out bluntly that Ron was just wishful thinking.

"Who said that, let me tell you... I know that one of Waggadu's students is the favorite to win this championship." Ron said angrily.

"Who?" Hermione very much suspected that this was just someone Ron made up in a hurry.

"I don't know his name either. However, many people know... that guy transformed into a lion without using a wand in the dining room, and he even took raw beef... as dinner, and ate it bloody. It was extremely barbaric... It scared the Slytherin guys. That's why Slytherin only has Warrington, that 'silly big guy' campaigning for the warrior."

"There is also a witch in New Zealand. Good guy... I don't know if you have seen her. She wears bone rings on her nose, ears, and even her arms... According to Seamus and Jordan Lee, those bone rings are all made of the bones of magical creatures that she killed herself, dragons, ogres, vampires, and even wizards." Ron drew his pen with both hands and talked about the 'ruthless people' he was optimistic about.

The four of them walked while talking, heading in the direction of the auditorium.

(End of this chapter)