This Hogwarts is not normal

Neville, who was sleeping soundly, straightened up violently, and then lay down again in a drowsy state.

James and Alfred opened their eyes, looked at the ceiling in a daze, and closed them again.

Maybe it was because the volume was too loud, which scared them all to continue to sleep in a daze.

But Ron, who was only separated by a wall, had the same reaction after being awakened.

Seamus and Dean in the same dormitory are the same.

Probably because the little lions of Gryffindor were tired, and they were still sound asleep after four or five consecutive beeps.

"Gu--" the seventh coo-coo did not come out.

Seeing that it was trying its best, Vincent reached out and took the rope up.

Snape, who was in charge of lighting and monitoring, was extremely dissatisfied.

"So fat that you can't scream?"

"Cuckoo-"

This feeble answer reminded Vincent of the situation of his roommates just now.

Not to mention being cautious when he came out for night tours, he didn't dare to make any noise.

Tonight is weird, very weird.

Snape, who didn't think much of it, squinted towards Gryffindor Tower.

Although it passed by in a flash, he still caught a black shadow.

"Wayne, I saw—"

"Don't eat the sour radish!" Vincent controlled the rogue rabbit into the bedroom quickly.

He jumped down and patted Neville's big face, "Wake up, Snape is here."

"Hmm—" Neville opened his eyes and looked at the two dressed as bats.

He closed his eyes in a daze, still whispering something in his mouth.

Snape listened closely, his face couldn't get better at all.

Tangtang Potions professor, and the head of Slytherin, why can't he enter the Gryffindor dormitory?

With the fat lady who ran out to visit?

"James, wake up, the old bat has come to our dormitory."

"What are you afraid of—" James' voice was louder, but equally weak, "Bats don't bite people while they're sleeping, unless they're frightened—"

Snape's face was rather bright.

Of course he knew something was wrong, but it didn't ease his emotions.

"As you can see, Professor." Vincent walked up to him obediently,

"The protagonist of our party should be to use some kind of magic that can absorb life force to transform one's soul into an entity and pick up the wand."

Such evil magic can only be black magic.

"He's here." Snape turned and opened the bedroom door, and ran outside like the wind to search.

Vincent's eyes became sharp after he left.

The bullet engraved with the magic circuit just now must have caused particularly serious damage to Voldemort.

It happened that the Gryffindor dormitory was not closed, and the fat lady in the portrait ran to drink with Ms. Violet again.

Careless again.

Provocations don't work, the opponent's goal is to delay recovery.

He opened the mithril suitcase and flipped through Grindelwald's spellbook.

Forbidden black magic - soul related - life stealing

"Regardless of the state of the soul or the body, if this magic is not possessed for a long time, the vitality that can be obtained is extremely limited..."

Vincent closed the magic book with peace of mind, and put it back into the Mithril suitcase.

Stealing only a little will basically not cause too serious consequences.

But little will add up, and Voldemort will only be in a stronger state than before.

Of course, after having a complete entity, it can no longer penetrate objects like a soul body.

This is a weakness, and the only one.

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Earlier,

The sixth floor of the castle.

When McGonagall saw a portrait of a man staggering from drinking, words could no longer describe the anger in her heart.

Underneath the big eyes of Hermione and Harry and Dobby, she tapped the portrait very restrainedly with her wand.

"Who? Didn't you see that we were all drunk?"

"Cough-cough-"

McGonagall glanced at Hermione who sent out the reminder.

"Leave them alone, let's move on!"

The fat lady in the portrait didn't know where she got the rum, and she threw down a bottle with her head raised.

Harry's eyelids fluttered wildly.

He really was an eye-opener tonight.

Not only saw another side of Snape, but also entered the secret room of Salazar Slytherin, the founder of the school.

The most important thing is to see what the head of the family looks like when he is angry.

He whispered to Hermione, "Merlin will take care of them."

"Hopefully."

Dobby hid timidly behind him again.

This instinctive fear was much more terrifying than Snape's.

Mag was about to severely "criticize" the two people in the portrait, when a cry that enveloped the entire castle suddenly sounded.

Instead of covering her ears like the other three, she gave a rather flat smile.

Cuckoo's loud and clear cry six times in a row did not shake her, but made her look quite happy.

The three behind her didn't even dare to take a breath, and followed her upstairs quietly and obediently.

The original carpet search was replaced by the more efficient transfiguration.

"Look carefully, the deformation of the object can play a certain search role."

In the weak little eyes of Hermione and Harry, McGonagall just pointed the wand to the ground, and countless small cone-like spikes rose and fell along the corridor.

There is a high probability that the room with closed doors on both sides will come again.

"If you are not sure once, then you can come a few more times."

She flicked her wand towards the ground, and the small spikes extended to half a person's height.

Accurate and efficient.

It's just a bit of anger cost, and not everyone can use it at any time.

The third spike is already ceiling-high.

Fortunately, there are no classrooms or offices on the seventh floor, and no one would wander around here.

Otherwise, even Snape might not be able to survive these three waves of "true carpet searches".

"T-professor, are we going--to the eighth floor?"

"Of course, we are responsible for the sixth, seventh and eighth floors."

Hermione and Harry, who were following McGonagall, were terrified.

But the most frightening thing was Dobby who was holding the thick blanket on Harry's body.

The vice-principal of Hogwarts, the head of Gryffindor, is really not a docile kitten.

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dungeon.

Flitwick waved the magic off Fred's and George's ears.

The cooing was so loud that even those who had just come down were startled.

"Professor, can you make this place a little warmer?"

"Of course." Flitwick not only warmed them up, but also illuminated the damp and dark dungeon.

He did all this without even waving his wand.

Both Fred and George stared wide-eyed.

If you want to say who is the best to get along with in the entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, except for Sprout, it is Flitwick in front of you.

Generally, he will not take the initiative to deduct points, and all students who can answer the questions correctly will add points.

He will also patiently answer some questions about magic spells.

Up to Vincent, down to Neville, all are treated equally.

Fred and George, who are always whispering in class, are no exception.

It's really hard not to like a dean like Eagle Academy with a good temper and strong strength.

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