Spell Players at Hogwarts

The Weasley's house is definitely an interesting place, with weird magical creations, coupled with Mr. Weasley's talent for special craftsmanship (magic transformation) inherited from the twins, staying at the Weasley's house for a few nights is definitely a fun experience. A nice experience.

As for Mrs. Weasley's grumpiness, if you are responsible for one or two... seven children plus two adults every day, and then there are the ghouls upstairs and dealing with the goblins in the yard, even in the beautiful woman He will also run towards the ruthless one at an extremely fast speed...

Anyway, Master Hala is done?

Lynch would naturally not refuse Fred's invitation, but when he thought of returning to his comfortable home and teasing the brown-haired dumpling, it seemed that it would not be impossible to go to the Weasley's house later.

However, Meadows should also pick up long-lost exchanges with relatives and friends. According to the reaction of the merchants in Diagon Alley, what family should Meadows come from?

"Okay, I think we should withdraw."

Looking at the enlarged picture, did the Weasley family reveal any special hobbies?

Sure enough, twin ponytails always have an audience in any era?

However, when the three of them came out to the corridor, the atmosphere in Hogwarts Castle seemed to have completely changed.

It was as if he was awakened from a deep sleep. Anyway... Lynch watched helplessly as the characters on the oil paintings quickly disappeared from the painting after seeing them.

"So, in fact, these oil paintings usually take the initiative to inform?" Lynch said uncertainly, and the twin brothers obviously have not evolved to the level of veterans.

"I remember Charlie said that these oil paintings are not complete souls, so generally they rarely move around each other. Except for a few paintings, they don't even have much memory ability. In three days at most, they I’ll forget all about it.”

"So, there must be some special reason why they did this, right?"

The three looked at each other.

"Could it be that Professor Snape is angry?"

"It's possible. Anyway, it must be related to Professor Snape. So, the Marauder's Map?"

Lynch unfolded the map, and in the corridor of Hogwarts, the names of Professor Snape, Professor Nat, Professor McGonagall, and even Principal Dumbledore appeared in the corridor, and Mr. Filch and Mrs. Norris was only a corridor away from them.

"Phantom Stealth!"

The familiar cold magic spread around Lynch, "Let's go back the way we came!"

The three of them hurriedly ran towards the picture frame leading to the eighth floor. Finally, the three of them got in together before Mr. Filch arrived.

So why would giving a professor a prank gift end up like this?

Isn't this a bit too...a bit of a mobilization of troops?

And the oil painting that ran away, vaguely, Lynch always felt that the development of things seemed a bit beyond his control?

And just as the three of them were heading to the eighth floor, several of the strict bosses of Hogwarts had already walked down the stairs.

The leader was Dumbledore, who was wearing a moon nightgown, followed by Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a golden and red lion nightgown, with her hair disheveled. On the left side of Dumbledore, his face was as pale as a ghost. Professor Snape was following him without saying a word.

His hands were clenched so tightly that the joints turned a bluish-white color.

"Ah, wait for me, you are walking too fast." Professor Nutt followed pantingly. Despite Madam Pomfrey's help, Professor Nutt has not been able to completely get rid of the sequelae of osteoporosis. .

With an age of over 80 and a body of [-] or [-] years old, I have to admit that the little wizard from Hogwarts is simply excellent at hollowing out people's bodies.

"Ah, Professor Nutt, actually you can go and have a rest." Dumbledore said kindly. To a certain extent, Professor Nutt can be regarded as a victim who was tricked by himself... and hired here?

"Such a big thing has happened. As a professor at Hogwarts, how can I rest peacefully? So, Professor Snape, what have you lost?"

Upon hearing this, Professor Snape's hands and feet were cold and his whole body was shaking.

"The liver of the chimaera, the bark of the African snake, the bone meal of the two-horned beast, the three-gu sap weed, the centenary share of the acacia wood core, and even the eyes of the Golden Snitch..." Professor Snape couldn't go on. , "Don't let me know who did it, otherwise I will definitely..."

"Ha, Professor Snape, as far as I know, the Snitch is not..." Professor Nut said playfully, "Of course, it must be the Snitch who died of natural causes, right?"

"Are you questioning me, Professor Nutt?" Snape's eyes were extremely cold, as if he was not looking at a living professor. Perhaps...Professor Snape had already figured out the secret of formalin-soaked specimens. The whole process.

"Those are extremely precious medicinal materials." Dumbledore said cheerfully, "But Severus, you know I'm not very good at... So, are these potions related in any way? Maybe From the combination of stolen materials we can..."

"Polyjuice Potion!" Professor Snape said quickly, "The others are all materials that can be found but not found. This damn thief, this heinous behavior... I think it is necessary to punish Hogwart." A thorough search is being carried out, someone has gotten in via Polyjuice Potion."

"Calm down, Severus, I have informed them to monitor the castle." Dumbledore said comfortingly, and a feeling of physical and mental exhaustion could not help but arise in his heart.

So, why do people like to do things at night? Is it so difficult to be considerate of the elderly’s work and rest habits?

"Severus, are there any other clues?"

"What else?" Professor Snape's pupils shrank, and his pale appearance was extremely eye-catching. "They also left a box, inside..."

"Is this it?" Professor Nutt picked up a pink gift box from nowhere. The box had been opened, and the golden double ponytail wig inside matched the pink skirt...

"Ha, so that's it. I thought Severus, you had it made to order for your bald head."

Professor Nut seemed to completely ignore Professor Snape's death gaze, and Dumbledore also looked over with interest.

Immediately afterwards, the old principal became silent, with a pair of deep eyes that didn't know...

"Perhaps, but not necessarily, a good fit for you, Severus."

Dumbledore said sincerely, and almost instantly, everyone seemed to see the black energy stirring up in Professor Snape.

"You...how do you want to die?"