Retirement from Hogwarts

On Halloween morning, Jack and Harry sat on the flower pond next to the parking lot and watched other students busily boarding the shuttle to the Hogsmeade development area.They are the only three-year students remaining in school.Despite Jack's configuration, Harry was still very disappointed.Although this week's boycott has caused Professor McGonagall a lot of trouble, it obviously cannot make her change her mind.

Harry was very helpless about this. As a last resort, he had to borrow the latest "Classification of Broomsticks and Flying Feet" from Wood to read, and decided to spend the day learning about the different styles allowed by the Quidditch Association. On board the aircraft.During team practice, he rode on one of the school's broomsticks, an ancient meteor that was slow and wobbly.He now needs a new broom of his own.

After watching Hermione and Neville board the shuttle to the Hogsmeade development area, Jack and Harry walked up the marble stairs into the castle and walked towards the great library of Hogwarts. .

"Hey - Harry!" Just when the two were less than two corners away from the library, they saw Fred and George peeking at him from behind the statue of a one-eyed, hunchbacked witch.

"Are you here?" Harry asked curiously, "Why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?"

"We're here to give you a little festive atmosphere before we leave. Two leaders of the resistance." Fred walked over and gave a military salute to the two of them as if joking, and winked mysteriously.

"Come here." He nodded to an empty classroom to the left of the one-eyed statue. Jack looked at each other and then followed Fred and George in.George closed the door gently, then turned around and looked at the two of them with a smile. "This is considered a strategic material we provide to the organization, Jack."

After Fred finished speaking, George pulled something out of his cloak with a wave of his hand and placed it on an empty table.It was a large, square, very old piece of parchment with nothing written on it.

Harry thought it was another joke on Fred and George and stared at them.The look in his eyes seems to say that I have seen through your little tricks.

Jack paid no attention to Fred and George. Instead, he leaned on his bar with his right hand and stared at the parchment on the table, wondering what he was thinking.

"Reveal quickly," Jack said, pointing his wand at the parchment.As a result, nothing happened to the parchment.

"This is interesting," Jack turned his attention from the parchment to Fred and George. "It obviously has a resonance reaction with the castle similar to the crystal plate, but it doesn't actively show its own form after feeling the magic power of the students like the crystal plate. What is this?"

"Well..." George said in a long voice and patted the parchment affectionately. "It's the secret to our success."

"To be honest, I'm a bit reluctant to give it to you," Fred said, looking at Harry, "but last night we decided you needed it more than we did."

"Anyway, we remembered its contents," George said. "So we decided to give it to you. We don't need it anymore."

"What on earth is this and what do I need it for?" Harry asked curiously.

"What the hell! What do you want it for?" Fred closed his eyes and made a face after hearing Harry's question, as if Harry had underestimated him. "Explain it, George."

"Okay, let me do it." George nodded. "When we were first years, Harry—we were so young and carefree and innocent—"

Jack and Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing when they heard this.Apparently they didn't believe Fred's story at all.

"—well, more naive than we are now—we had a bit of trouble with Filch."

"We put a dung bomb in the hallway, and for some reason it frustrated him—"

"So he pulled us into his office and started talking in his usual—"

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p; "——Confinement——"

"—take out our intestines—"

"—and we couldn't help but notice the drawers of his filing cabinet, one of which read: Confiscated supplies, highly dangerous."

"Don't tell me—" Harry's eyes widened in disbelief as he listened to the two people singing in unison.

"Well, what would you do?" Fred said as he winked at Harry. "George threw another dung bomb to distract him. I quickly opened the drawer and grabbed it. --this."

"It's not as bad as it sounds, you know, just an extra week of confinement." George shrugged. "We don't think Filch ever figured out how to use the parchment. But he was very Maybe he guessed what it was, otherwise he wouldn’t have confiscated it.”

"Then do you know how to use it?" "Then how did you find out how to use it?"

Jack Hahaley asked two questions at the same time.

"Oh, yes," Fred said with a smile. "This little beautiful thing has taught us more than all the teachers in the school."

"You're kidding me," Harry said, looking at the tattered parchment.

"Oh, why did we lie to you?" George said, making an exaggerated crying expression, as if he was saddened by Harry's distrust.Then he took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly and said, "I solemnly swear that I have done no good."

The next moment, thin ink lines like spider webs began to appear from the place where the wand had just touched.These lines merged with each other, crossed each other, and extended to every corner of the parchment; then writing began to appear on the top of the parchment, which were large, curved green characters. They were: Moon Face, Wormtail, Supplier of Auxiliary Materials to Magical Mischief Makers , Padfoot and Prongs, you gentlemen proudly present the Marauder's Map.

This map shows all the details of Hogwarts Castle and its various grounds.But the really remarkable things are the tiny dots of ink that move along the map, each labeled with a name in tiny letters.Harry was so surprised that he leaned over to take a closer look.A small dot of ink in the upper left corner shows Professor Dumbledore pacing the study; Filch's cat Mrs. Norris is prowling the third floor, and Peeves, the prankster ghost, is hopping around the trophy room.Harry's eyes flicked up and down the familiar corridor.At this time, he noticed something again.

The map showed a series of passages and teleportation circles that he had never entered before.

"Yes, it's just as you think. There are many magic circles leading to Hogsmeade." Fred pointed at certain magic circles one by one and said, "The magic circles leading to Hogsmeade are There are seven formations in total. Leave Filch to know these four.”

"But the rest is only known to us. Of course, now you know it too." George said after pointing out the magic circle that Filch didn't know about. "Don't worry about the one behind the mirror on the fifth floor. We used it until last winter, but the passage leading there collapsed a while ago and was blocked."

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," Qiao Qia sighed, patting the title of this map, "We owe them a lot."

"A noble man, working tirelessly to help a new generation of rule-breakers," Fred said solemnly.

"Yes," George said briskly, "don't forget to wipe it off after use."

"Otherwise others will see it," Fred warned. "Just give it another tap and say, 'Prank done!' and it becomes a blank parchment again."

"Then, young rebel leaders," Fred and George said together, imitating the tone of the older generation of heroes who were about to return to the West on TV, "our great cause will be left to you."

After they finished speaking, they disappeared in front of the two people.But until the end, they never said how they knew how to use the map.