Hogwarts Mystery Sequence

Time will not stand still for anyone or anything, but people will not gain nothing from time, because history will be passed down as memories and legends.

I don't know since when, the legend of "Prophet Elf" spread like a plague in Hogwarts, and even once drew the students' attention away from the Quidditch match that had already begun.

Many little wizards claim that they dream of "prophet elves", but the images of "prophet elves" they describe are quite different.

However, this will only increase the magic of the "prophet elves" and make the little wizards more and more yearn for them.

Gryffindor common room.

"Oh, I think everyone's gone crazy," said Hermione grumpily. "They're like fish heads in stargazers now, as if they're possessed by ghosts."

The little witch rarely said such serious words, let alone to her classmates, which made the two friends look surprised.

Hermione was in a really bad mood at the moment because she really couldn't understand why so many people were pursuing someone like Cassandra.

Apparently, the little witch subconsciously replaced "Prophet Elf" with Cassandra.

"Oh, Hermione, I don't think they know the truth about this, do they?" Harry reminded cautiously.

He was originally quite angry that the attention paid to Gryffindor's Quidditch win was affected by this incident, but Hermione's outburst immediately made him forget about it.

Hermione froze when she heard Harry's words, slammed the book in her hand onto the table, and said angrily:

"I don't know why Professor McGonagall didn't catch her and prove to everyone that there is no "Prophet Elf" at all and everything is just a scam."

"But I heard that many of her predictions came true." Harry hesitated and said.

Hermione immediately turned her head and glared at him:

"So you are saying that she was really selected by Hogwarts to become the 'Prophet Elf'?"

"No!" Hermione shouted to herself before Harry could answer, "I absolutely don't believe Hogwarts would choose such a person!"

"Hey, Hermione, calm down, you know Harry didn't mean that." Ron on the side couldn't help but defend Harry.

"Yes, I know!" Hermione shouted back.

As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up the book and left.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but look at each other in shock.

"She ate gunpowder?" Ron complained.

Harry shook his head dully.

"Will she be angry because the 'Prophet Elf' didn't enter her dream?" Ron guessed "insidiously".

Harry couldn't help turning his head to look at him, and saw him continue:

"do you remember?"

"The 'Prophet Elves' will only choose those talented wizards."

"Ron, do you think Hermione has no talent?" Harry asked in surprise.

"No, of course I know Hermione is good at studying."

"I mean, is it possible that someone else said something about it and Hermione happened to hear it," Ron explained.

Hearing this, Harry was even more surprised and couldn't help but ask:

"Ron, when did you become so considerate?"

Ron spread his hands and replied:

Gu Jun</span> "Hermione is so weird this semester, I can't help but pay more attention to her."

"I see." Harry nodded.

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When the "Prophet Elf" was being discussed everywhere in Hogwarts Castle, they would not have thought that the "Prophet Elf" himself was hiding in a dark underground chamber that could not see the light of day.

"Actually, I'm bored," Cassandra said in a bored voice, closing the book.

With a faint smile on his lips, Amon, who was reading a book, glanced at her through his eyes behind his monocle and said nothing.

"At first, I thought McGonagall could use this Hogwarts Castle to play two rounds with me."

"I didn't expect them to be so incompetent." Cassandra said contemptuously.

In response, the curvature of the corner of Amon's mouth became more obvious, and he joked:

"McGonagall was just the deputy principal before this. Even if Dumbledore gave her some authority, she couldn't use it skillfully right away."

"Instead, what's shocking is that you're only on par with her if you have a spell like the Error Charm."

"No matter how high-sounding the excuse is, it cannot change the fact." Kassandra dismissed Amon's words, "Besides, when did you start helping your opponent find the reason?"

"This is a necessary analysis. It can tell me why I won this time." Amon said without changing his expression. "Also, I am also reminding you that at the last critical moment, don't let a mistake happen because of a mistake. All our previous efforts were in vain.”

"My pride will not allow me to fail because of a single detail." Kassandra simply responded.

Then, she paused and asked:

"What do you seem to be worried about?"

At this time, Amon finally raised his head and looked at the air in front of him. The monocle in his right eye had a slight light flickering.

The next second, his voice seemed to come from very far away, and it seemed unreal:

"I have a vague feeling that our plan may not go as smoothly as we expected, and the source of this feeling is Dumbledore."

Cassandra frowned:

"Hasn't he always been at the Ministry of Magic?"

Amon turned to look at her, and the smile on his lips faded a little:

"Staying in the Ministry of Magic does not mean that he will not get any information. McGonagall and the Ministry of Magic are his sources of information."

"Instead, the situation may cause him to re-examine some details from an outsider's perspective."

"You mean, he might find our traces?" Cassandra said thoughtfully, tilting her head.

"Isn't this an obvious thing?" Amon stood up, "After all, your existence has been completely exposed to him. Although it is impossible for him to know what you want to do, he can find it as long as you show up."

"What about you?" Cassandra asked.

"My father's acquisition of magic books and the theft of the pure-blood family library happened almost at the same time. What do you think Dumbledore would guess?" Amon turned to look at her, raised his hand and adjusted his crystal monocle, asked rhetorically.

"We all know that when facing an unknown enemy, we must overestimate him rather than underestimate him. Doesn't Dumbledore understand this truth?" Amon paused and added, "In addition, I was in his There are some methods shown in front of me, which means that he does not completely understand me."

"So?" Kassandra said nonchalantly, crossing her arms. "You know, in the face of absolute strength, all strategies are just a piece of white paper, and it will be broken as soon as you poke it."

"But what do we need a piece of blank paper for?" Amon said with a smile.

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