How to break into a ring

Draco Malfoy hadn't slept well all night, and he cast a little glowing spell on himself in the bathroom mirror.It was the first day of the Christmas holiday, and the Slytherin common room was empty. Just as he was about to step up the stairs, a tall black shadow blocked him.

"Good morning, Professor." Draco controlled his breathing rate, pretended to be nonchalant, and went around to continue walking up the stairs.

"If little Mr. Malfoy still wants him to be able to open Christmas presents with his own hands, he should stay in the Slytherin common room today!"

"I don't see any danger in going out to the Great Hall for breakfast." Draco dared not look at Snape.

"Are you going to tell Dumbledore that it was the castle stairs that took you to the eighth floor? Do you have a penchant for breakfast on the land of those stupid lions? Or do you think the books in the library can be used to fill your belly? ?May I remind you that the library is closed for the holidays, and the Astronomy Tower and Ravenclaw Tower are not on that road!"

Draco took a step back suddenly, his vigilant and guarded eyes could hardly be concealed.

He knew that Snape was his father's friend, but he also knew what the Death Eaters thought of Snape.A cunning traitor... Bella shouted more than once that when Voldemort failed for the first time, Snape's innocence was proved by Dumbledore, and it was in the Wizengamot court.

Especially since this semester, Snape has paid special attention to him. After the curfew, he followed and stopped him several times, even when he went to Hogsmeade.Although Lucius was quick to urge him to leave, Draco still felt that his father knew something very dangerous and could be worse off than in Azkaban.

The secret of the screaming shack is unknown...

Draco firmly believed that the less people knew about the Dark Lord's order, the better. The disappearing cabinet hadn't been fully repaired yet, but he received a new order last night.The attack was just this Christmas... He couldn't imagine what would happen if the Dark Lord found out that the Vanishing Cabinet didn't work.

"Excellent!" Snape said gloomily, "You haven't taken my warning and your father's words into your head at all. Find a reason to stay away from danger at critical moments, you can do it."

"No!" If the Death Eaters came out and couldn't see the respondent, the consequences could be imagined.

"Draco, listen, I promise to your...your parents that I will protect you, unbreakable." Snape realized that his tone before was too bad, looked around, and lowered his voice, "Even Black The devil doesn't care about the people who came through the disappearing cabinet today, whether they are missing hands or feet or just corpses appearing in Hogwarts, only werewolves came, and the one he recruited recently... The Screaming Shack, you've seen it! "

That pitch-black giant covered in flames?

Draco paled, trying to think about the height of the Room of Requirement, and then the castle corridor.

No, that guy can't even get in the cabinet!

"They obey the Dark Lord?" Draco didn't believe it.

"Do you think he will show up in person?" Snape said dangerously, "to the castle where his taboo opponent, Dumbledore, is? Draco, the Dark Lord doesn't trust anyone, even if it's a trap, he Impossible to step in."

"Is this a trap?" Draco asked in surprise.

"What do you think your Muggle studies professor is here for? To explain to students the wonders of plugs, and how Muggles don't live with magic?"

"Who is he?" Draco didn't see Fay in the collapsed screaming shack.

Suddenly, a huge explosion was heard, and the whole castle shook.

Even Snape's expression changed this time, he quickly turned and ran towards the hall, and Draco followed with his wand in hand.This time Snape didn't stop him, as long as he was in the hall, he could hand over Draco to other professors, and Draco appeared with him, which could also prove that Malfoy had nothing to do with the destruction.

They moved quickly, the remaining students in the hall were still eating breakfast, and most of the professors did not leave, including Dumbledore, who were looking at the fir tree to discuss Christmas decorations, only Fay was not there.

The sound came from the top of the castle, and some bricks were scattered around, but they flew back to repair themselves before they fell to the bottom of the building.

Before Snape had time to say anything, the door was pushed open again, and a witch in a gray plaid coat and a large Scottish woolen shawl ran in in a panic.

She stretched out her thin arms tremblingly, and countless metal bracelets jingled: "Dementors! On the eighth floor... the eighth floor!!"

At this time, there was another explosion. The castle did not shake this time, but Sybill Trelawney still couldn't hold herself back and fell to the ground, fainting in front of the dining table.

Professor McGonagall hurried over to help her up.

The heads of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff stayed behind to look after the frightened students, and the other professors rushed to the eighth floor without the order of the white wizard.

A bright red shadow flew down from the height of the castle, and the phoenix circled to guide Dumbledore and the others.

Fox's appearance, as well as his belief in the strength of the professors, let the little wizards temporarily breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why are there dementors in the castle?" A little eagle who stayed in school was puzzled.

"No...don't you think what Professor Trelawney just said is familiar?" A sixth-grade Hufflepuff spread his hands and said.

"..."

Six years ago, at the Halloween dinner, Quirrell broke in in panic and fainted and shouted "There are trolls in the basement"?

"This... Dementors are floating, and trolls can only walk into the castle." A little lion said profusely, he couldn't imagine what would happen if he ran into a dementor if he didn't come out for breakfast What.

Rewind the time to half an hour ago.

There were several corridors on the eighth floor, but there was only one tapestry of a wizard teaching a troll to dance and then being beaten with a club by the troll.Fay walked back and forth three times, thinking "need a room to hide things", and soon a door appeared on the wall.

Although he was mentally prepared, Fay was shocked by the scene inside after pushing the door open.

The Eternal Hall is magnificent, Aman Continent is sacred and splendid, and the White City of the Kingdom of Gondor is also exquisite and vicissitudes, but it is a building - few people can see the messy debris piled up into mountains, so high that the ceiling can hardly be seen.

Many dilapidated tables and chairs are stacked together, bare brooms that can't fly, wizard chess sets that don't match, quills that are fighting, and broken statues.This place is like a big maze, intricate and complicated, leaving only a narrow gap to pass through.

The most are all kinds of books and notebooks.If Voldemort put his diary Horcrux here, Merlin probably couldn't find it either!

Fay walked around twice, and his eyes stopped on a brass cauldron that looked good.

As a result, he took it out and saw that there was a big hole in the middle of the cauldron, and he found an old wand under it.The head of the rod is worn away, exposing the core inside.

It was a hair, black, and of course Fay couldn't tell what it was with his eyes.

It's a good harvest, Fay thinks that holding this can at least disguise the wizard.

Fay caught a golden snitch that was flying slowly because of the exhaustion of mana, and was about to find something more decent. As soon as his eyes passed the cracked half-length mirror, he heard a strange sound.

"Crench."

Books in the wizarding world would bite, and books in the restricted section of the library would sigh or mutter evil bass sounds incessantly. There were already some regular noises in this room, and Fay didn't pay attention at all.

But there was a more violent noise, and it sounded like something was hitting.

Curiosity can kill a cat, but it can never kill a devil.

Fay followed the sound and went around to take a closer look. He walked around a pile of crooked books, and he saw an open space that seemed to have been deliberately cleaned up.

A metal cage was thrown aside, shaking and making noises. It was a dark and old wooden cabinet. This familiar way of appearance——

"Boggart?" Fay wondered.

Which student would hide a Boggart too?

At this moment, the wooden cabinet shook violently and was finally pushed open with a creak.

The dark breath flowed out, which was not strong to Fay. He carefully looked at the wooden cabinet, but before he could figure it out, a dark and cold torn cloak slowly floated out from the open cabinet door.

—Strange, he is not afraid of dementors, this Boggart must be locked up!

Before Fay finished thinking, the tattered dementor stopped, followed by another tattered sack with an even tattered cloak and an even worse smell.

=mouth=Is there more than one Boggart in this closet? !

When the third dementor floated out, a layer of hoarfrost condensed on the surrounding things, and the cold breath could make any little wizard with common sense tremble and scream.

Boggarts can only transform, without the terrifying coldness of a real dementor, but this coldness has no effect on Fay, and his reaction is a bit slower.

When the fourth, fifth, and sixth dementors squeezed out of the cabinet together, they also bumped into their companions who were standing still in front of them.

"Is this a Boggart storage cabinet?" Fay was stunned by the spectacle of a row of dementors in front of him.

The number of dementors was still increasing, and finally a different image appeared—a ferocious werewolf, their bodies were dripping with blood, as if a few pieces of flesh had been peeled off, and when one crawled out, they could only drag Legs, you can clearly see that the soles of its feet are missing.

The smell of blood brought Fay back to his senses immediately.

Without the common sense of the wizarding world, he also knew that this was not a Boggart—those werewolves rushed towards him ferociously, and the dementor was still dangling in mid-air in a stiff and floating posture.

Fay backed away immediately, the werewolf's attack was much more troublesome than the wizard's spell, and he didn't want to mend the "clothes".

The Requirement Room was littered with clutter, making it difficult to dodge, and Fay's right foot, which wasn't noticeable when walking normally, was seriously slowing him down.

"roll!!"

The werewolf who jumped the fastest let out a sudden wail, as if his whole face had been hit by something, he flew out and knocked down the big cabinet.

Only then did Fay realize that he was still holding the broken wand he had just found.

"Click." The head of the staff broke off directly.

The werewolves growled menacingly, staring at Fay as the closet door closed, and the last tattered sack that emerged from the closet was surrounded by other dementors to help pull it out.

Now it was clearly seen that what protruded from the tattered black robe was not rotten and withered fingers, but nothingness and white smoke.This breath, this feeling—

"The Witch King of Angmar!" Fay pointed his wand at the last "Dementor" that came out.

At the same time, he also realized the truth, and looked at the Ring Spirits twitching.

This messed up too badly.

"Mirkor the Mighty, I bring Lord Sauron's orders." The Witch King of Angmar threw off his sack-like cloak, and he was as powerful as when he was riding a flying beast and hovering over Minas Tirith .

The Ringwraiths are not gods!This world is much less oppressive to them.

The Witch King was condescending (floating), lifted his cloak, revealed a face of nothingness and a crown of white mist, and said in a hoarse and cold voice: "Declaration of war!"