A little badger from Hogwarts

"How could a troll sneak into Hogwarts for no reason?"

"What should we do now, should we prepare for battle?"

"I read that trolls are very dangerous creatures, and even adult wizards are no match for them."

Listening to everyone's chatter and seeing their panic, Hart couldn't help but feel angry.

Although he knew that it was too unfair for a group of underage wizards to have any sense of fighting.

But when he thought of Voldemort and his vicious followers who were always following him, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. It might be towards the friends he spent time with day and night, the principal who didn't care about him, or maybe it was towards his powerless self.

In short, Hart exploded. He clenched his fist and slammed it on the table. The little badgers around him were so surprised that they forgot to panic and looked at him with their mouths wide open.

"Why are you panicking?" Hart straightened his face and said in a serious tone: "With Principal Dumbledore and Professor So here, who can hurt us? If it doesn't work, we can organize ourselves and retreat to Go to the rest room, nothing will happen."

Everyone didn't answer and looked at the angry Hart quietly, not knowing why he was angry at all.

When the little badgers fell silent, the other three colleges sensed something was wrong and subconsciously stopped the discussion and shut up.

Then, the auditorium became eerily quiet.

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and stood up.

"Prefects, listen." He announced loudly: "The banquet is over. Take the students from your respective colleges and go back to the dormitory now."

With the instructions from the principal, the little wizards became lively again. The prefects called on the students of their own colleges to line up quickly and then left the auditorium.

The Hufflepuff prefects subconsciously looked at Hart who had just lost his temper, as if waiting for his opinion.

"Hey!" Hart covered his face with his hands as he had a headache. "Watch what I do. Since Dumbledore said he would go to the dormitory, you should just do whatever you want."

Cedric and the others were stunned for a moment, and then they immediately got busy, organizing the little wizards first and then to line up and walk out of the auditorium.

But Hart made no moves throughout.

Hermione tugged on his sleeve and reminded: "Hart, you go first! I have other things to do."

Hart got rid of the attention of the little badgers, blended into the Gryffindor team, and hung far at the back of the team. After reaching the fourth floor, he turned directly to the corridor on the right.

Yes, Hart's goal is the room where the Philosopher's Stone is hidden.

He was now holding back his anger and had nowhere to vent it. After much thought, he still felt unwilling to do so and was ready to use Voldemort's hand.

Although I don’t know whether Voldemort is really stupid or pretending to be stupid, he still used such a clumsy way to attract Dumbledore’s attention.

But his purpose always remains the same, which is to find the magic stone and rebuild a body that can be used normally.

And what Hart wanted to do was very simple, that is, to break into the room in a big way and act like someone was going to rob him.

Didn't Voldemort want to get the Sorcerer's Stone, but he refused to let him get his wish.

Give that bastard a headache!

"Open Sesame!"

Hart pulled out his wand and pointed it at the thick oak door, trying to make a big deal out of it and set off a big firework.

This old-fashioned door-opening spell has always been known for its violent cracking. One spell can blow up half of the door.

"Hart, it's so late, why are you still here?"

Before Hart had finished waving his wand, a voice suddenly came from behind, scaring him so much that he quickly stopped casting the spell.

When he turned around, he saw that it was Professor Phoenix.

"Professor, why are you here?" Hart hid the wand behind his back in embarrassment and nodded to the professor with a sneer.

Professor Phoenix glanced at Hart's whole body and said with a smile: "Ah, today is Halloween and I am here to remember my old friends."

"Huh?" Hart didn't believe it, but since the professor said so, he couldn't refute it.

"In that case, I won't bother you, professor, to miss the past. Goodbye!"

"Don't be anxious." Professor Phoenix stretched out his hand to hold Hart and said, "How about you chat with me for a while?"

Hart immediately made excuses to evade, "Let's talk another day! A troll broke into Hogwarts today. Professor Dumbledore asked us all to go back to the dormitory. I have to go."

Phoenix did not let go and continued to ask: "In that case, why do you, a little wizard from Hufflepuff, come to the fourth floor? Don't say that you are here to see your friends."

"Okay! I still have some time today, we can chat." Hart immediately lowered his head sincerely.

"That's right!"

Professor Phoenix nodded with satisfaction and led Hart to an office on the corner of the fourth floor.

"Sit down! What would you like to drink?"

Hart sat on a chair and looked at the bookshelves stacked up to the ceiling in this small office, as well as the dazzling array of tools. He really felt like he was taking a look.

"Professor, do you also study alchemy?" Hart took the coffee handed by Professor Phoenix and asked this question.

"Alchemy is my hobby and I can never stop." Phoenix answered with a smile.

Then, he asked again: "What about you, are you interested in alchemy? If so, I can help you get started."

"Sorry, Professor, I don't have time to talk about this right now." Hart declined the professor's kindness.

Phoenix kept smiling and asked, "Because you can spend more energy exploring together with your friends."

"You...how did you know?" Hart was a little surprised. He kept it a secret.

"It's quite easy to check on your students!" The professor took the cup and took a sip.

"We are studying how to control the inscription on the object and control it freely." Hart did not shy away from explaining to the professor the current research of himself and others.

After hearing Hart's idea of ​​using mechanical methods to control the opening and closing of the magic text's punishment, Phoenix repeatedly exclaimed.

"Wizards in the past always focused on magic, but forgot that there are simpler and more basic methods in the world."

Professor Phoenix exclaimed: "Okay, if you have any questions about magic in the future, you can come to me."

"Really?" Hart felt like he was being hit by a pie in the sky and quickly confirmed.

Professor Phoenix nodded and admitted: "Of course, I also want to see what results your method can produce."