Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Late at night, at ten minutes before twelve o'clock, the barrel in the corner of the corridor on the basement floor of the castle moved, and a little wizard in a dressing gown crept out.

He sighed softly, looked around for a while, and trotted up the stairs.

An argument broke out at the Gryffindor Tower portrait.

The result of the dispute was that the two little wizards left the lounge angrily, followed by two other little wizards far behind.

"Hey, I should have put on more clothes." Suer rubbed his hands and hid in the shadow of a shield-holding statue at the door of the showroom, looking through the gap in the direction of the corridor.

"coming!"

The entire corridor on the fourth floor was very brightly illuminated by the moonlight passing through the tall windows, which naturally illuminated the face of the visitor very clearly.

It was so clear that you could clearly see the excitement and nervousness on the faces of Harry and Ron running ahead.

The two of them tiptoed past the statue where Soul was hiding and went straight into the prize display room. Immediately afterwards, Hermione and Neville also appeared.

The four of them didn't notice Soul hiding at the door.

In an empty showroom, no matter how quietly you speak, you can still hear it clearly outside the door.

After hearing the "quiet" arguments inside, Suer knew it was time for him to appear.

"Malfoy won't come." Soul's sudden voice made everyone in the showroom jump.

Harry quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the sudden appearance of Soul. Obviously, he thought it was Malfoy.

"Sul, why are you here?" Hermione held her chest with one hand, looking shocked.

"Didn't I come to see you?" Suer glared at the four of them and made up an excuse casually, "After dinner, I saw Malfoy secretly stuffing a note in Filch's office."

"So, we were tricked?" Harry put down his wand and asked blankly.

"I've known for a long time..." Hermione said, "I've known for a long time that Malfoy has absolutely bad intentions! But you just didn't listen! I almost told Professor McGonagall."

"More than that," Soul said. "Filch must be nearby."

As soon as Su Er finished speaking, Filch's voice rang from the next room, "Professor, I heard, there was movement inside."

professor? !The four people looked at Suer with horror on their faces.

"What are you looking at me doing? Hurry up and hide!"

The five people dispersed in a hurry. Soul looked around and pulled Hermione to the side of the largest trophy display.

He stepped on the display stand and took a look at the edge of the trophy. The trophy was large and hollow, enough to hide a person.

"Quickly, climb in." Su Er whispered urgently.

"Then what do you do?" Hermione shook her head.

"I have my own way." Soul said, pushing Hermione to quickly crawl in and hide, "Don't make any sound."

Hermione, who was huddled in the trophy, stiffened and held her breath as Soul's footsteps got farther and farther away.

Immediately afterwards, footsteps and voices sounded again in the empty showroom.

"My potion is at a critical juncture. You called me here because of an unknown note..."

It's Professor Snape's voice!Hermione was so nervous that she couldn't even blink.

"Professor, I must have heard correctly. There was movement here just now." Filch's old voice sounded.

"But the fact is, there is no one here." Snape said coldly, "I don't have time to accompany you to search the fourth floor."

After Snape said this, he turned around and left, and Hermione could hear the pace that belonged to Snape.

In the entire castle, only when Snape walked did he make the sound of wizard robes hitting the air.

"Good boy, there must be someone here, let's find them." Filch obviously didn't give up, he said to his cat, "Sniff everywhere."

"Meow.."

Filch's footsteps wandered around the showroom for a while before disappearing.

After a while, Sur's voice sounded.

"Come out, Hermione, it's safe," he said.

When Hermione climbed out, Ron, Harry and Neville had gathered around Soul, and they didn't know where they had been hiding just now.

"You two almost killed us." Hermione glared at Harry and Ron fiercely, grabbed the clothes on her chest with her hands, and said angrily.

Ron opened his mouth, as if he wanted to resist, but Harry pulled him, so the two of them lowered their heads with frowns.

"Okay, go back to the lounge quickly. Filch will be back at any time." Suer came to the rescue for the two of them.

This proposal was approved by everyone, so the five people tiptoed toward the door.

The corridor was very quiet, with only the moonlight streaming quietly through the window.

The five of them separated at the entrance of the stairs, with Suer going down and the four going up.

"It's a good thing you came over to remind us," Harry said, "otherwise we would have been dead if we were caught."

Neville also looked at Soul gratefully.

"You're welcome." Soul waved his hand, "See you tomorrow, Hermione, Neville, and Harry."

Ron: I don't deserve a name?

Although it was almost late at night, the lighting on the wall on the first floor of the castle was still crackling and burning, emitting light, but it was much darker than when it was just dark.

When Suer was about to pass the last flight of stairs, he heard footsteps coming from the lower level.

"Damn it, you won't meet the professor who goes to the cafeteria for a late-night snack, right?"

He had heard from Hufflepuff's seniors that they had met professors in the kitchen many times, which was one of the reasons why Hufflepuff's scores had always been low.

Sur retracted his feet and quickly looked at the surrounding environment. There was no place to cover himself.

The footsteps were approaching, and a shadow of a wizard's robe could already be seen at the corner of the stairs.

With no other choice, Su Er could only hide in the shadow of the stairs, hoping that the professor would not set his sights on this corner.

He held his breath and tried his best to hide himself in the shadows. Through the dim light of the fire, Suer saw the person coming. He was a limping old professor. One of his two arms had a wooden sheen. , and at the end of that hand was something that looked like a hook, with a tin bucket hanging from it.

With a limp step, the tin bucket swayed back and forth.

Is it Professor Kettleburn?

"Pah..." A bloody piece of meat was thrown out, just not far away from Su'er.

Su Er's heart tightened. Professor Kettleburn had stopped walking, looked at the pieces of meat that had fallen out, and put down the iron bucket.

At this time, as long as Professor Kettleburn looked up while bending down, he could spot Soul's presence.

But fortunately, Professor Kettleburn used his arm with a hook at the end to hook the piece of meat, threw it into the iron bucket, picked up the iron bucket and turned around to leave.

It wasn't until Professor Kettleburn's rickety back shakily disappeared at the castle gate that Sule came out of the shadows with a strange expression.

Should he say that he was lucky, or that Professor Kettleburn behaved a little strangely just now?

His movements are strange, his expression is also strange, he looks very --- peaceful?Soul didn't know how to describe this feeling.

But he quickly put this doubt behind him. There were a lot of weird people in Hogwarts, and it was normal for some weird behaviors to be unexplainable.

Soul couldn't help but rub his arms. The temperature in the English plateau late at night was really too low. What he needed most at this time was the soft and warm big bed in the Hufflepuff dormitory.

Before preparing to climb into the large hole opened by the rotation of the barrel, Suer clearly heard a series of loud noises "crack, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang," Suer clearly heard before he was about to climb into the big hole opened by the rotation of the barrel.

It seemed like something had fallen.

What movement?

Perhaps it was Peeves' fault. He had encountered the most prankster in the castle more than once during the past few days in the castle. Many seniors had a history of being pranked by it.

Sur shook his head, climbed into the barrel skillfully, and ran along the path to his dormitory. At this time, the most important thing was to sleep.

Otherwise, he would definitely be in trouble during the first Potions class after dawn.

No young wizard had ever dared to sleep in Snape's class.