The man behind Hogwarts

I saw the little turtle lying in the middle of two water plants. It neither chose William Sides on the left nor Harry Potter on the right. Instead, it looked at the withered flowers, moving its head little by little.

Paul looked at the little turtle and then at the withered flowers.

"So, you still want to eat?"

The little turtle didn't do anything else, it just kept staring at the flowers.

"..." Paul sadly picked off another petal, soaked it with magic power as usual, and then fed it to it.

It's very fast, just two or three mouthfuls, and a petal is in your stomach.

This time the little turtle was not as intoxicated as the first time, but he was also extremely excited. His four legs were raised and swayed from time to time, and it was obvious that he was enjoying himself.

"Okay, the benefits have been collected, let's get to work."

The little turtle shook his head and looked at the flowers again.

"You? I'm warning you, don't go too far!" Paul grabbed the little turtle and pointed at its head.

The little turtle was frightened, opened its mouth wide and made a very weak "ha~" sound. Then, the head shrank, the four legs also shrank, and they were all hidden in the turtle shell.

"you?"

Paul was furious, grabbing the turtle shell and shaking it from side to side, but it remained motionless.

He wanted to teach it a lesson, but Paul didn't dare, for fear of an accident. This was a treasure that could predict good or bad luck.

Take three long, deep breaths, grit your teeth and smile.

"Okay, isn't it just sitting on the ground and raising the price? I admit it."

Putting the little turtle back on the table and picking off two petals at once, the little turtle was finally satisfied.

"Ha~"

Sticking out its angular head, the little turtle chose a waterweed with three shaking steps and ate it in twos and threes without even looking at another waterweed.

Paul's eyes lit up and he picked up the remaining waterweed.

Although he knew what the name on the waterweed was, he still looked at it intently - William Sides.

What you eat is good, what you don't eat is dangerous...

"In other words, if I choose to cause trouble with William, I will be in danger. At least for Harry Potter, William will be even more dangerous."

This result was actually consistent with his previous decision.

Although he really wanted the way the sun bracelet was made, Paul really couldn't see through William and always felt that he was enveloped in a thick fog.

There may be treasure in the mist, or it may be a beast that chooses people to devour.

"Two factors confirm it. It seems that the opportunity for my rise will fall on Harry Potter."

Paul silently put the little turtle away, not into a drawer, but into a seamless stretch suitcase.

"Kidnap Harry Potter tomorrow night, then leave Hogwarts at night, leave the school, use Apparition to go to the border, and then use the Portkey to return to the United States..."

"Or use the No-Maj method, or take a boat."

"As for Fordson?"

Paul smiled slightly, just sent him a letter and didn't go to meet him.

I packed up a little and bowed, but it wasn’t much, the important things were all in the suitcase.

Looking at the sensor bug in the round box, Paul suddenly fell into a trance...

Why did the little turtle ask for so many petals abnormally today?

In the past, just one piece was enough.

Is it because puberty has arrived that appetite has increased? Or... this time it takes more energy to predict good or bad luck than before...

Or is it difficult to choose because both options are very dangerous?

If it was the last reason, wouldn't it mean that kidnapping Harry Potter would also be extremely dangerous?

Think about it.

Paul felt a haze in his heart.

……

After leaving Quirrell's office, Harry hurried back to his dormitory and hid himself under the quilt.

After a while, the quilt started to tremble slightly.

"Harry? What's wrong with you?" Ron approached nervously and asked.

"No, nothing."

Ron twisted his mouth, it didn't look like he was safe, and Harry's voice was a little rough when he spoke, maybe he had a cold.

"Didn't you say you went to Professor Quirrell to ask questions? How is the situation?"

"Very good, Professor Quirrell promised to tell me, but it will have to wait until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Why?"

Ron wanted to ask more, but Harry did not continue to explain and quietly changed the subject.

Since Quirrell said he could only tell him to one person, it was best not to involve Ron in this matter.

And all we have to do is wait until tomorrow night, and all the truth will come to light.

Why would Snape target him?

Why did Quirrell say it was related to his parents?

Why was he the one who defeated Voldemort? …

Since entering Hogwarts, Harry has felt that he has been surrounded by various mysteries, including the care and attention of his teachers, the disapproval of his classmates, and his sudden fame.

It's all tomorrow night.

Harry held the sensor bug box tightly and rubbed his reddish eyes.

In today's follow-up lessons, Harry would get distracted from time to time, and because of a small mistake, he was fucked by Snape again.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

In the corridor, Hermione and Ron blocked Harry at the foot of the wall, acting like they would not let him go unless he said something.

"What did Professor Quirrell tell you, and why were you so distracted after you came back?"

"If you consider us friends, tell us."

"Yes Harry, we are worried about you." Ron didn't have Hermione's eloquence, but he could still say something like me too.

Harry was very moved, and he received indescribable warmth from Hermione and the two.

This kind of warmth is hard-won, and it has only been received from Hagrid recently.

But, he really couldn't say.

"Don't ask any more questions. I have nothing to do. I will tell you what I can tell you after tomorrow."

"It's tomorrow again. What will happen tomorrow?"

"...it's time to go to class."

Harry bit his lip guiltily and could only change the subject abruptly.

……

After class, Harry left the two of them behind and returned to the dormitory first, hiding a portable lamp in the common room under the bed.

Sitting on the bed and looking at the window, I debated whether to take Hedwig with me.

Hedwig is a snowy owl. It was Hagrid's birthday gift to Harry. Harry has always regarded it as a friend he can talk to. On the first night at school, Hedwig has been accompanying Harry, who has insomnia.

Hedwig was not in the dormitory now, usually she would be at the Owl Tower during the day.

The owls in the school like to stay somewhere, maybe because there are many friends, or maybe because it is close to the black lake or forest, where they can practice their hunting skills.

After pondering for a moment, he gave up the idea.

But he carefully took out his wand and stroked it gently.

In his mind, he repeatedly recalled a magic he had learned: blue sparks.

This magic is easy to use and its release speed is faster than that of Blazing Flame, although it is not as powerful as it.

But the blue sparks have an interesting feature. When the wizard casts a spell, he can make the blue sparks explode in the distance by slightly adjusting the magic power. If it is in the air, it can act like a flare.

After practicing Blue Sparks several times, Harry's expression became a little subtle.

I don't know why, he actually thought of using a flare?

What is the function of flares?

help...

"I must be overthinking it. Professor Quirrell has no reason to lie to me." He bit his lip and thought to himself: "No matter what, I can't bring Ron and Hermione with me."

He was making preparations in the dormitory, while Ron and Hermione sat in the tower corridor to discuss.

"He must be hiding something from us." Hermione said with certainty.

"Well, I trust your judgment." Ron nodded.

"He keeps talking about tomorrow, proving that something will definitely happen tomorrow, and it must be related to Professor Quirrell. Ron..." Hermione turned to look at him and said: "You should follow Harry closely tomorrow, and if you find any special situation, tell him immediately I."

"no problem."

Ron nodded and suddenly hesitated: "What if it happens at night? I won't be able to enter the girls' dormitory."

"Stupid, you can just imitate the cat barking at the door of the dormitory. If it doesn't work, just imitate the dog barking, woof woof woof~"

It was obviously a dig at Ron, but Hermione laughed first.

"Hmph, be careful I put Scabbers in your dormitory." Ron countered.

"Just let it go, we happen to have a cat."

The two talked and laughed, and Ron, who was always shy, rarely said more.

"By the way, if something happens tomorrow, wouldn't it be a bit unsafe to rely on just the three of us?"

"That's right, let's do this. I'll find a helper."

Hermione made a decision and skipped away before Ron could ask who the helper was.

Watching her figure disappear into the corridor.

Ron fluttered his eyelashes and muttered something.

"You can find helpers, and so can I. Let's see which one of us has the best helper."

"It's just, who should I look for?" He was at a loss for a while, "It would be great if Charlie hadn't graduated yet..."

The Charlie in his mouth is called Charlie Weasley. Just by listening to his last name, you can tell that he belongs to the Weasley family.

Charlie is Ron's brother. According to the ages of the brothers, he is the second brother. There is also an eldest brother named Bill Weasley.

Under Charlie, in order, are Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny.

Thinking of Charlie, Ron's eyes brightened for a moment, then dimmed again.

"Hey, Charlie, why didn't you graduate before I came?"

Like Weasley's custom, Charlie is also from Gryffindor House, and has also been a prefect. He is not lacking in strength and wisdom, and his job after graduation is even more cool.

If you can find him as a helper, you will definitely not lose to Hermione.

It's a pity that Charlie has graduated...

Ron thought about the people he knew, and it seemed that the Fred twins were the only ones he could consider.

But in this case, I don’t know how I will be blackmailed.

Ron touched his trouser pockets, but they were empty.

"Ah - why is poverty always surrounding me?"

After thinking about the candidate, he immediately got up and went to find Fred, hoping that his appearance fee would be cheaper for the sake of his brother...

"Wait? I can't mention my brothers, otherwise one galleons will become two galleons."

Ron's expression fell...

Reminds me of the last time I was blackmailed for lollipops...

As for Percy?

Ron ignored him completely. Not to mention Ginny, she's just a brat.

……

The next day, at 10 o'clock in the evening, the sky was gloomy and the moon's light was looming.

Harry lit his lantern just after leaving the castle complex.

Today is already the end of October, Halloween will be in two days, and the weather is getting colder.

An icy wind swirled into Harry's clothes, freezing him to death. He immediately wrapped himself tightly in his clothes and put on his hood.

From a distance, the owl tower in the background seems to have become a lighthouse night watchman.

The lonely sail in the distance, an old friend on Hanjiang River...

Walking all the way across the lawn, we entered a less obvious path.

Following this road, you can reach Hagrid's hut and the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry planned to follow the path first and then change the path when he was about to reach Hagrid's hut. He had to avoid Hagrid, and he had to stay far away. After all, Hagrid had a dog and his sense of smell was very sensitive.

He buried his head and walked forward, but he didn't know that there were several tails following behind him.

Ron shook his head and whispered: "Where is the helper you are looking for?"

"He's still studying magic in the club, so I'm afraid he'll come over later." Hermione said coquettishly.

club?

"Is it William?"

"It's him."

Ron took a deep breath, and white mist immediately spurted out of his nose. His body trembled again, and he whispered: "It's so late and he's still studying magic. Doesn't he need to sleep?"

"Why else would other people be so powerful?!" Hermione also sighed with emotion.

She went to see William yesterday and said she wanted to ask him for a favor. William did not agree immediately, but said he would try his best.

It was also that day that she entered the Gem Club for the first time - a place where the reputation was boiling.

The club at this time has undergone earth-shaking changes from last year.

The first is the decoration, which is completely new. With the joint decoration of several people, it looks low-key, luxurious and interesting.

The second is the overall layout. With the addition of Ariel, Ian, and Trina, the previous tables and chairs are naturally not enough. So William asked the house elves to purchase a batch of brand new furniture.

Office desks, sofas, chairs, potted plants, and various decorations.

Evelin also picked out a few alchemy items from his small warehouse and placed them in the club, such as a large globe that can automatically rotate, a goldfish that can spit water mist, and an interesting sand table that changes shape all the time...

I have to say that these alchemy items that I got by chance are really weird.

Under the deployment of Chief Designer Evelin——

Under the leadership of engineers led by Fran and Cedric——

The club is divided into three areas, namely the research area where tables and chairs are concentrated.

The leisure area with concentrated sofas - alchemy items all belong to the leisure area, and the final magic practice area.

When Hermione first entered the club, her jaw nearly dropped.

"Why is the globe flying in the sky and spinning on its own?"

"That goldfish can spit water mist without water?"

"...Then, is that a sand table?!"

Hermione slowly approached the sand table and saw several sofas placed around it, single sofas and couches, all of which were wrapped in warm colors, giving people a strong warm touch.

But these are not as good as that sandbox.

The sand table is about the size of a billiard table, with four legs supporting the sand table. The table is neither high nor short, just enough for people sitting on the sofa to watch it easily.

Sand table Sand table naturally has gravel as its core.

The gravel is golden yellow, and on the table it turns into a modern technological cluster, mountains and plains, and even sand sculptures and other animals.

The changes are constant and dizzying.

Hermione looked attentively for a long time before coming back to her senses...