Hogwarts Ordnance Manual

Newt was still in the lecture hall and did not come out. Nina looked at the direction in which the dark wizard disappeared, feeling extremely anxious.

Dudley grabbed her hand and said, "No matter, let's go take a look first!"

In the dark of night, the two walked through the gardens and woods by the river and arrived at the rowing club. A group of male and female college students were still practicing on the pallet outside the club, doing some physical training, laughing and laughing from time to time, expressing their gratitude to the people who had just landed. The figures coming down seemed to turn a blind eye.

Dudley and Nina were hiding in the woods. From a distance, they saw a man in a brown coat pushing open the door of the club's warehouse where the boats were stored and walking sideways in. Dudley couldn't help but be startled.

Feeling Dudley's hand tightening on hers, Nina had a strange feeling, but she didn't think much about it and gave Dudley a questioning look.

Of course Dudley would not tell her that he had recognized that person. As he walked sideways through the door, his eyes flashed red. Such an obvious feature was clearly one of the targets on his task list - "Red Eyes" Harveyt.

"You are here! Make it easy for me to find you!" Suddenly, Newt's voice appeared behind them, startling the two of them.

Dudley quickly made a "silence" gesture and pointed at the door of the warehouse.

Newt hurriedly got closer. He was strong and agile. Except for the deep wrinkles on his face, he looked nothing like an old man who was nearly a hundred years old.

"The Jeb you are talking about seems to be Professor Edelman's bodyguard... Muggle Professor Edelman." New said pointedly.

"Impossible, he hates Muggles so much!" Although Nina kept her voice low, the determination in her tone could still be heard.

"Maybe he is not a bodyguard...but a jailer...I guess that Professor Edman happens to be an expert in biological genetics or animal cytology." Dudley said.

"You guessed it!" Newt nodded approvingly: "He does not have much respect for Professor Edelman, and Professor Edelman is the chief scientist of biological cells at Cambridge. He seems to be not in good spirits. He must have been suffering from depression. Many nights."

"Jeb is with them!" Nina is a fool if she still can't figure out what they mean.

"Dudley, what do you think is the next step?" Newt asked. Dudley had proven his worth to them, and Newt wanted to hear his opinion.

"It's very simple. Either report to the Auror office and ask for support; or keep an eye on Professor Jeb and Professor Edman. They are likely to go to the new laboratory after the lecture and just follow the clues!" Dudley said: "My opinion is The two sides go in parallel, Master Newt goes to follow Professor Edman, Sister Nina goes to ask for support, I will ambush here, watch the entrance of the warehouse and wait for you to come back!"

What Dudley said was reasonable and reasonable. Neither Nina nor Newt had any objections. It was indeed safest to divide the troops into three groups.

Neither Newt nor Nina are sloppy people. They will take action immediately after making up their minds. Before leaving, Newt also released a magic to hide Dudley's breath and told him to hide it well and not be discovered by the enemy.

But if they knew Dudley's inner plan, they would definitely be stunned.

Yes, as soon as they disappeared, Dudley groped towards the door of the warehouse, holding the wand in his left hand, and his right hand had transformed into a revolver.

Just kidding, you two are here, how can I kill everyone, Uncle Dudley?

He pushed the door, only to find that it was locked. He couldn't help but smile. There are several magic spells that laborers know, and unlocking, a necessary spell for home travel, happened to be one of them. He tapped the door lock lightly and said: " Alajo hole opens!"

The simple door lock of the warehouse opened automatically after a "gra" sound. He pushed open a crack in the door. Although it was dark inside, he still got in sideways without hesitation.

The warehouse was filled with rowing boats of various models, and paddles, life jackets and other miscellaneous items were piled neatly in the corners. Dudley, through the faint light, noticed something that had nothing to do with the rowing club - - An oil painting of pitcher plants, which is lifelike and very large, as high as a door.

Ha, wizards always like to use oil paintings as entrances to secret passages, such as the Gryffindor dormitory, the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts, the exit of the secret passage in the Pig's Head Bar, etc. Generally speaking, the portraits are also given a Muggle-repelling character. Magic to avoid being accidentally touched by Muggles.

Dudley looked around at the oil painting, then reached out and touched the edge of the oil painting. He shook it, and it seemed that he could push the oil painting to one side. However, such a large painting was quite heavy. He inserted the wand into his waist. He put his shoulder against the back of his hand and pushed the painting to one side.

"Roar!"

A loud noise came from above his head, and Dudley felt a gust of evil wind hit his head, and a fishy smell of rotten food also hit his face.

Dudley was well prepared. He lowered his body, almost lying on the ground. When he turned around, the pistol was pointed directly at his head.

"boom!"

There was a gunshot, and a pitcher plant full of sharp teeth was beaten into pieces by Dudley. Green, yellow, and white grass splashed everywhere, dripping on the wooden floor and the rowing boat, making a "wisp" sound. "The sound seems to be strongly acidic at first glance.

Dudley quickly dodged and jumped five or six meters away before he dared to look back.After he put on the "Forest Wind Bracelet", his agility reached 13 (juggler level). Although the name of the level is a bit cynical, his movements are indeed much more flexible, and he is almost [-]% as skilled as he was in his previous life.

The portrait on the wall had long since come alive before I knew it. Seven or eight long wooden stems stretched out from the portrait. At each end was a pitcher plant as big as a four-person table. The mouth of the pitcher full of sharp teeth looked like It's as terrifying as a hydra.

Dudley had guessed this scene from the first time he saw the painting. It was strange that the oil painting made by the wizard could not move. What's more, the painting of such an "offensive" plant was certainly not meant to scare people. Flies and mosquitoes.

Although the pitcher plant has no eyes, it can accurately identify Dudley's location through smell or other things, and it probes in Dudley's direction one after another. If the bloody mouth covers a person, he will be dead in a few minutes. Melted into meat sauce by the acid in the flower cage.

"I have killed a basilisk before, but you dare to act like a piece of grass in front of your uncle Dudley!" Dudley scolded as he avoided it. He no longer cared whether it would alarm other people. He believed that those dark wizards dared to do this in front of you! To lay out this "evil weed", the soundproofing of the warehouse must have been quite good. He poured bullets at the pitcher plants without hesitation, emptying the pitcher plants with one shot, and then added another shot, until the eight flower cages sticking out of the portrait were Beat them to death.

The splashing acid corroded the warehouse completely, and almost no rowing boat was unharmed. Dudley couldn't help but feel sorry for the college students who were still practicing by the river. Their competition this year may be very yellow.

Dudley looked up and saw that there was still the smallest flower in the oil painting. He didn't dare to stretch out to attack it. The other "brothers" were just bare branches. This one was huddled like a frightened little animal. The painting was trembling in the corner.

Dudley loaded another round of bullets, pointed at the remaining "little flower" and said: "Open the door, or you will die too!"

He didn't care whether the oil painting could understand his chinglish (Chinese English). Anyway, he heard a string of "Gragra..." sounds. The oil painting moved to one side, revealing a two-meter-wide passage and a step. Leading to the dark depths of the underground...

Dudley glanced at the pitcher plant, which was carefully putting its bare branches back into the painting, innocently like a helpless little daughter-in-law.

Without saying a word, Dudley jumped up to the entrance of the cave and quickly walked underground along the steps.

The rowing warehouse is adjacent to the Cam River. There is a dampness in the underground space, and the thick stone walls on both sides are wet. It does not look like an underground laboratory, but it looks like a dungeon where prisoners are held.

After going back and forth several times, we descended to a depth of about three floors, and finally came to a doorway. There was some firelight inside, and it seemed that the space was quite large. Some noisy human voices and the low roar of some kind of beast could be vaguely heard.

Maybe the sound insulation effect of the heavy stone structure was too good, or maybe it was just too busy downstairs, so the battle upstairs did not alert the guards below.

Dudley leaned against the wall and listened carefully to what was going on inside.