Hogwarts Melting Ice Journey

"I think you are kidding, Merula actually cried." The two walked out of the library, and Stephen told Rowan what he had just seen. The previous article has been modified

"Who knows, I was surprised to say that she came to the library today to read books about Defense Against the Dark Arts." Stephen shrugged. The cloak in his hand had long since turned into a note. His transformation spell The limit time is only one hour.

"Then she's really not like a Slytherin. She doesn't want to read any books on dark magic."

"She can't borrow those forbidden books either."

"makes sense......"

The two of them discussed this topic all the way until they reached the restaurant.

Stephen met the long-lost Snape, who had not been at school since Monday. But for most students, it was a good thing that he was gone, and it would be even better if Filch was gone too.

Stephen noticed that Snape, who was sitting at the professor's long table in front of the restaurant, looked ugly. He shook his head slightly and was about to pick up his knife and fork and start eating dinner.

But not long after he lowered his head, Stephen felt Snape's gaze, and there was something strange in his mind.

"Professor Snape must have taken the wrong medicine, and Lily's death has nothing to do with me." Stephen frowned, looked up in Snape's direction, and met his eyes.

The two stared at each other for a while, until Professor Snape gave up looking at each other.

"Will Legilimency be effective at such a distance?" Stephen was just a little curious. The feeling in his mind completely disappeared the moment they looked at each other. "But I guess he can't see anything."

After all, even the Sorting Hat couldn't see clearly. If Snape could surpass this old antique, it would only mean that he was close to reaching the level of the Big Four. No matter how much he thought, it was impossible for this to happen.

"Stephen, aren't you hungry?" Two-thirds of the food on Rowan's plate had been removed. He looked up and found that the food on Stephen's plate was basically untouched.

"It's just something." Stephen began to fix his dinner.

"I thought you weren't hungry." Rowan didn't pay much attention, but focused on his dinner.

After dinner, the two returned to the common room. Except for some special occasions, the questions asked by the door knocker were quite normal, at least relatively normal. So its problem is not a problem for Rowan and Stephen.

"By the way, have you paid attention to Martin recently? I feel like I haven't seen him recently." After the two sat down, Rowan looked at the people in the lounge, then took out a book, looked at Stephen and asked road.

"Uh..." Stephen thought for a moment, "I don't have much impression of him, but I guess it doesn't matter. After all, you know, Martin is like that."

"I think it would be best if I showed up."

"Merlin," Rowan called, "you forgot to remind me."

"Really, then I'm sorry." Martin smiled, showing his white teeth. He looked at Stephen, "Stephen, I heard that you made some very special chalk."

"Yes, but how did you know?" Stephen was a little surprised. He never mentioned this to Martin.

"Ah, I think it was last night," Martin pretended to recall, "I happened to pass by when you and Rowan were talking about it."

"So we didn't see you." Rowan turned to look at Martin, "Do you think this statement is realistic?"

"I think it's quite logical." Martin replied with a smile. He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Stephen, "I'm here because of this."

"How come you always receive letters?" Stephen took the letter, opened the envelope and took a look, without signing it.

He looked at the content above and his face gradually became serious.

After a while, Stephen looked up at Martin and said, "Where did you get it?"

"Mainly Jane Miles, I think you should have some impression of her." Martin had been sitting on a chair reading a magazine for a long time. He only revealed his eyes when he heard Stephen ask him.

"Merula's follower" Stephen thought for a while and said uncertainly.

"That's right." Martin threw the magazine casually on the table. The headline on it read three types of evidence for the existence of harassment gangsters.

He thought for a moment and then said, "This letter is some records I collected, most of which I heard from Slytherin students."

"Eavesdropping is not a good idea," Rowan interjected.

"I just heard it when I was passing by." Martin explained casually, "It's my hobby to put these things in envelopes. I think it will look more formal."

"Format aside, are you sure everything written here is true?" Stephen handed the letter to Rowan and asked.

"Who knows." Martin smiled. "Students don't always know what their parents are doing."

"Then how are we going to solve this problem?" Stephen frowned, "Or we have to let it happen."

Rowan put the letter down and asked in surprise: "Merlin's socks, if this is true, we must tell the professors."

"I'm afraid it's too late." Martin completely suppressed his smile and replaced it with a rather serious expression, "They chose the time very cleverly."

"You mean?" Rowan's pupils widened unconsciously.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Stephen looked at them curiously, "I think you should end this charade."

"Quidditch, Stephen." Rowan explained, "Tomorrow is the first game of this semester. As usual, professors will appear at the Quidditch field, especially when there is such a big event this year, the school I will definitely choose to hold this grand opening ceremony.”

"That's really troublesome." Stephen took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, seven fourteen. "We still have half a day, maybe less, to ask for help from everyone who can solve this matter."

"I'm afraid not." Martin shook his head. "According to the arrangement of the school board, the opening ceremony will start at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, so the professors are busy with it today."

"Trouble." Stephen thought for a while, "Even if we talk about it now, not many people will believe it."

"So we can only rely on a few of us." Rowan felt that this matter was quite unreliable, but now there are only three of them.

"How many Death Eaters will there be?" Stephen's brows had not relaxed since he started talking about this matter.

"There shouldn't be many, maybe only two." Martin recalled what he heard, "But there are other students in the school who serve as internal agents."

"So we have to make a detailed plan." Stephen took out the Marauder's Map. "We can rely on this, but I think with our strength, we can only delay time."

"I will inform the professors." Martin took the initiative to take over the matter. "I think there is no one in the school faster than me."

"Then let's start preparing." Stephen took out a few pieces of chalk and handed them to Martin.