Hogwarts, this professor is too stable.

Movie, no, it's the end of class.

Neither Mochir nor Professor Flitwick were in a hurry to leave the classroom.

But it’s hard to tell why Professor Flitwick stayed. At least when the movie showed some scary scenes before, Professor Flitwick even took out his wand.

"Professor, didn't I hear you say you've seen this movie before? Why are you still watching it with such gusto with these kids?"

This sentence made the somewhat sluggish Professor Flitwick jump up, although it didn't seem obvious when he stood up.

If there hadn't been a fat man sitting in front of me, could I have watched it again?

When he heard the exclamations of those people in the Muggle cinema, although Professor Flitwick didn't know what was going on, he still instinctively felt that the plot was okay. But now it seems that it is not only okay, it is simply a mental poison!

Qiang adjusted his suit, and Professor Flitwick said seriously: "Is your laboratory ready? Are you going to engage in boring tricks like student clubs that only Slughorn would like?"

Mochir told Professor Flitwick his thoughts, leaving the old professor stunned.

Damn capitalists, are their hearts so dirty?

Those are your lovely students, how can you treat them as cheap labor?

Under the suspicious gaze of Professor Flitwick, Mochir slapped the snake on the stick and said, "Professor, why don't you join our club and ignite the fire of future civilization for wizards? The great Felipe cannot be missing." Professor Lius Flitwick.”

"Don't try to fool me!" Professor Flitwick slapped the leaflet he took from Assistant Lehman on the table in front of Mochir before he could distribute it. "These words of yours can only Let’s deceive a first- and second-grade kid.”

"Professor, I will set up a cinema in the fifth greenhouse. If you join the 'Bearing Flame', you will have a free VIP front row seat forever!"

Professor Flitwick hesitated. This might be a lot of trouble, and it was all boring tricks that he didn't like, but... Muggle movies are really good!

It’s a small thing that it’s free, but the key is the VIP seats!

The kind in the front row.

Thinking about it, Professor Flitwick couldn't help but nodded.

In fact, both of them knew that the old professor just wanted to find a way to get off the stairs. The reason he came here was to help Moqil. Now Moqil has too many things on his hands, and everything seems to be... None of them seemed to be obtainable, and Professor Flitwick, who was protective of his calf, could not bear to see his favorite student "die before he left school".

……

The afternoon sunshine makes people feel warm and makes them feel sleepy.

Mochir was lying on the armchair in his office, thinking about who the werewolf would ask for the knife next, and commanding his quill to write a lesson plan.

The bell rang when someone was visiting, and Mochir climbed up from the chair skillfully and looked outside through the peephole.

It's Professor McGonagall...

What an unexpected visitor.

When the other party knocked on the door, Moqier politely opened the door and made a gesture of invitation.

"Professor, would you like a cup of hot coffee or hot vanilla?" He casually directed the coffee cups, plates, and a bunch of gadgets to move.

Professor McGonagall's face was not very good, even a little pale. She said without politeness, "Give me a cup of coffee, thank you."

Mochir is now rich, and the coffee cup is not the one with a hole in it that he used to drink from Professor Flitwick, but a set of rather elegant oriental celadon tea cups.

Professor McGonagall took two sips of the mellow aroma coming out of the cup, and seemed to have recovered a little. Then she said: "Professor Cavendish, do you know Jack Dolohov's family? We have to contact them. Yesterday Something bad happened...at night.”

Moqil's face did not change at all, but his heart had become cold.

"Professor, can you tell me what happened?"

Wasn't last night a Christmas Eve? And it was Jack who was injured!

Moqil felt that it was a bit tricky. Even if he followed Tonks to the Forbidden Forest yesterday, even if the surveillance in the school was destroyed a lot, and because he was worried that others would follow the surveillance to find his location, no new surveillance was arranged. But when he left yesterday, V2.1 was watching the monitor in front of the computer, and he checked it when he came back, and nothing major happened.

"The incident happened at midnight yesterday in the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor."

As soon as Professor McGonagall opened his mouth, Mochir thought that the surveillance in that room was indeed blocked for a minute or two at midnight last night. At that time, Mochir was an insect such as a spider or a moth. I stood in front and didn't pay too much attention.

But what happens if a minute or two is enough?

You know, before the surveillance was blocked, there was no one in that room, and it was even less likely that Jack was there.

Professor McGonagall then briefly described: "Last night, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger from Gryffindor, and Draco Malfoy from Slytherin. , Jack Dolohov and five people arrived at the trophy display room. I asked Hermione this morning and she said that Harry and Draco had agreed on a wizard duel there, and Ron and Jack were the assistants of both parties."

She paused, "Miss Granger was also involved, but according to her, her role was to record the incident. They were frightened by Mr. Filch who was watching the night, and ran to that room, but after they pushed The moment they opened the door, a black mass attacked them. Poor Jack, he pushed away several people around him and faced the black mass himself."

Moqier's face gradually became gloomy, and he asked: "Professor, how is Jack now? As far as I know, the child has no family anymore. I brought him to this school. Now I That’s his family.”

"Oh...is that so? What a poor child." Professor McGonagall sighed and comforted: "Don't worry, Professor Cavendish, Madam Pomfrey is already treating him."

"Professor, what do you think that black thing is?"

Professor McGonagall was obviously avoiding something, but Mochir obviously didn't intend to go to Madam Pomfrey's place so unclearly. It was the first time that he relentlessly questioned his leader.

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey said that child Jack was drained of all his happy memories in an instant. As far as I know, only Dementors can do this."

"Dementors?"

Are you kidding me, someone let a dementor into the school?

Although the matter sounded outrageous, Mochir had some guesses of his own, and his tone finally softened, "Professor McGonagall, I'll go to Madam Pomfrey's to have a look."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The werewolves are also looking for the prophet!

But Moqil had to say that the Dark Lord's move was not very clever. Even if all the teachers started teaching students to learn the Patronus Charm, and even if he saw the Patronus form of every student and professor, he would really Are you sure you can find the albatross?

What's more, did he think that a single attack could create such a huge panic? Would Dumbledore allow this to happen again?