Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

Suddenly, the band stopped playing, and twelve ghost horses ran out of the walls of the underground classroom, each with a headless horseman on it.

At the sound of the horn, the ghost horse ran to the center of the stage, stood up suddenly, stood upright on its hind legs, and danced a tap dance.

The lively movement attracted everyone's attention, and Hermione, who was buried on Stone's shoulder, also exposed her eyes.

Everyone applauded - except Sir Nicholas and Harry.

Watching Nico carefully, Harry explained in a low voice:

"They belong to the Headless Horseman Club. Nico, who is almost headless, tried to join several times but failed. He has always been resentful."

"Oh——" Stone suddenly realized.

It turned out to be a mess.

But this has nothing to do with him. The performance is quite good. As an audience, he is not stingy with his applause.

At this time, the performance of the Headless Horsemen was over. The leader of the bearded knight held his head high and walked up to Nicholas and patted him hard on the shoulder.

Then, he saw four people not far away and shouted:

"Live!"

While shouting, he played a trick of "losing his head", and his surprised expression and tone made people laugh.

"It's very interesting." Nico said with a smile, and then walked to Harry, "Allow me to introduce, Mr. Harry Potter, the savior, was invited to attend my death anniversary party..."

It can be seen that Harry's expression became embarrassed and he began to hesitantly praise Sir Nicholas.

Then the bearded knight saw through it at a glance, and after saying hello, he went to play a game of overhead hockey with his companions.

Under the spotlight, Nicholas began to deliver a speech, but the guests were all attracted by the headless horseman, and he had to be defeated.

After the show ended, I couldn't play the ghost's games and couldn't eat the food on the table. I suddenly became bored.

"I can't bear it anymore." Ron shuddered, his teeth trembling.

"Me too." Harry agreed, and then asked Stone for his opinion, "Shall we go?"

"I agree." Then Stone gave Hermione a shoulder, "What about you?"

"Um......"

So, they moved, smiling and nodding to the ghosts who came over, and retreated towards the door without stopping.

After about a minute, they finally returned to the corridor lit with black candles.

Suddenly, when he was about to reach the foyer, Harry staggered. He grabbed the stone wall, squinted his eyes, and looked around intently.

"what happened to you?"

"Shh! Stop talking, that voice appears again."

"...?"

Are there sounds in this world that Harry can hear but he can't? Could it be that Harry is really a dog? Stone also closed his eyes and listened carefully.

"Hush-hush-"

"What?" Stone opened his eyes suddenly.

What he heard was not a voice, but something gliding, getting fainter and fainter.

"This way! Follow me!" Harry shouted, and then started running.

"What did you hear?" Hermione asked, then patted Stone on the shoulder, "Put me down."

"Something is sliding."

As they spoke, they started running after Harry.

"What did you say?" Ron asked.

"I didn't hear the voice." Stone replied truthfully.

They stopped talking and silently quickened their pace.

Passing the stairs and running up to the foyer, the laughter and laughter in the auditorium still echoed.

Straight past, they ran up the marble stairs and climbed to the second floor panting.

"Shh!" After controlling his breathing, Harry glanced at Stone, "Did you hear that?"

"..."

Dude, I just have good hearing, but I'm not a humanoid radar. If he listened actively, Stone could only hear various noises coming from the auditorium downstairs...

Before Stone could answer, Harry's face suddenly turned very pale and he shouted:

"He's going to kill someone!"

Then, he climbed up the stairs in twos and twos and walked around the third floor. Stone and the others followed behind, and the four of them turned the last corner without stopping and came to an empty corridor.

"Hiss—" Hermione took a breath and pointed tremblingly forward, "Look!"

Something glinted on the wall down the hall.

Stone protected Hermione behind him and raised his hands.

In the darkness, they slowly approached together, squinting their eyes to identify carefully.

Between the two windows, on the wall a foot high from the ground, the blood-smeared writing shimmered under the light of the burning torch.

[The secret room has been opened, those who are enemies of the heir, beware! 】

"Is there something hanging down there?" Ron said tremblingly.

Following Ron's gaze, they saw a dark shadow under the slogan.

There was a large piece of water on the ground, and they approached it cautiously, getting closer to the slogan.

When he saw clearly what the black shadow was, Stone could feel Hermione suddenly hugging him, while Harry and Ron next to him both trembled and jumped back, causing a splash of water.

"Mrs. Norris..."

Hermione, a cat lover, murmured and buried her eyes in Stone's back.

Mrs. Norris's tail hung on the torch stand in front of her. Her body was as stiff as a board, and her eyes stared straight down.

"Let's get out of here quickly."

"Should we try to rescue him?" Harry said hesitantly.

"No," Ron said urgently, "We can't be discovered here."

"......That's too late."

After Stone finished speaking, not long after, others also heard a burst of noise. The banquet was over. From both ends of the corridor, there were the sounds of low footsteps and happy conversations after having a full meal.

When students pushed and squeezed into the corridor from both ends, the noise and talk suddenly disappeared.

In the silence, Malfoy squeezed his way to the front of the crowd, glanced at the slogans on the wall, and shouted:

"Those who are enemies of the Successor, beware! The next one will be you... Muggle-born wizards!"

When he got to the end, he glanced at Stone in front of him, and his tone suddenly weakened.

He retreated into the crowd, his face turned red, his cold eyes became animated, and there was a mocking smile on his lips.

"Give way! Give way! What happened here?"

Attracted by the shouts, Filch shouldered his way through the crowd, and then he saw Mrs. Norris.

"My cat! My cat!"

He stumbled back, his eyes bulging out when he noticed Harry, and he screamed:

"You! You killed my cat! You killed it and I'm going to kill you!"