HP Wendy's crossing running account

Tom cast a Silencing Charm around.

Although he and Alphard were the only ones in the dormitory, he still did it.Ear grass or something, Mr. Riddle knew for the first time that the right to privacy in the wizarding world was so vulnerable.

Neither of them liked to share their beds with others, so they nestled together on Slytherin's luxurious sofa to exchange information.

"Not Walburga. I can tell if my sister is lying or not." Alphard spoke first, "I heard rumors that she is a saint. Is it true?"

Tom tilted his head and squinted his eyes: "According to Wendy's news, yes. The third victim, Malcolm's room was found with a magic item marked with a saint."

"Oh, it seems that Vice-Principal Dumbledore missed a move. Grindelwald's claws have been making trouble at Hogwarts for more than half a year. He hasn't noticed it. They won't fight, will they?"

"Are you looking forward to it?"

Alphard showed a smile: "The whole wizarding world is looking forward to a fight between Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Who will stand at the top of the wizard's pyramid?"

Tom put the black leather notebook in his hand on his buttocks: "You shouldn't have said it so easily. This is war!"

"Yes, war." Alphard tilted his body and rolled his eyes towards the sky, "In the end, the war in the wizarding world depends on individual combat power. Don't you think this is absurd? No matter how powerful the saints are, as long as Grindel Wo is down—" He drew a beheading motion, "Their claims will disappear in smoke. Is this kind of war different from a duel in essence?"

This is probably the first time that Alphard has publicized his proposition in front of people: the fate of the wizarding world should not be determined by the outcome of two people.His innocence is like a castle in the air, but we can also see the compassion and vision beyond reality in his character.

Tom looked at his little friend's slightly raised lips and unsmiling eyes, and the electrical signals in his mind crackled and sparked.Alphard is a partner with the same three views and an ideal collaborator for future career.

Mr. Riddle's future great career is still only a vague idea, and the most important thing right now is how to get rid of Grindelwald's pursuit of the Resurrection Stone.This is a man who will not stop until he achieves his goal, Tom has learned deeply.

Chasing all the way from Hangleton to Hogwarts, even taking out living fossils such as ear grass for children to use. This guy's obsession is really not ordinary.

"Hey, Abu. Are you afraid of Grindelwald?"

Abraxas who had just entered the dormitory to get his textbooks: "...Is there a basilisk scary?"

"Oh—I'm so disappointed. In the honor of Mr. Malfoy—"

The honorable Mr. Malfoy was very blessed, and immediately showed a standard smirk: "Of course, the heirs of Slytherin are the most awe-worthy."

Abraxas: There is no way to live this day.

Tom & Alphard: This kid is trying to eavesdrop on our conversation again.

The night was dark, and the faint starlight sprinkled on Wendy's sleeping face through the dark blue window screen.She frowned lightly, her creamy white face seemed to be able to reveal a chill under the cold light.The eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she turned over to lie on her side, exposing the blond hair that was originally pressed behind her head, as messy as her dream.

She seems to be walking in the world of Hollywood blockbusters.

Crazy chasing vehicles, explosions, flames... Huge cities are full of high-rise buildings, superheroes are flying between the buildings, fighting, blood... The sky shines a few miserly beams of light through the dark clouds, a huge aircraft Half of his figure was revealed in the clouds.

Wendy stands in one of the skyscrapers, looking down on the city through the transparent curtain wall.People fell down like unconscious NPCs, and blood gradually stained their vision.

"I guess I'm dreaming."

She touched the glass that couldn't feel the temperature, and the gray and golden sky in the distance looked like a digital painting that was gradually corroded.Wendy suddenly had a clear idea, and slammed into the glass curtain wall fiercely.The glass shattered at the touch, and she fell to the ground with flying shards.

In the next second, she fell to the ground.The city, the spaceship, and the crowd were all gone, and there was a gray floor beneath him, covered with shards of glass.Landed sideways, one cheek and arm were scratched by shards of glass.

Wendy opened her eyes, she woke up.

In fact, as early as when she jumped down from a height of dozens of floors, she was changing in the direction of sobriety.The subsequent process is not so much a dream, as it is subconscious thinking.She thinks day by day and dreams at night. In her previous life, she also had the experience of solving a certain geometry problem in her sleep.When half asleep and half awake, it is especially easy to combine plausible clues together.

She stared at the blue satin ceiling, carefully recalling the wounds on Malcolm's left cheek and the outside of his left arm.That's right, such a large area of ​​scratches can only be caused by falling sideways on the ground full of debris.

Glass, glass, large pieces of flat glass like a glass curtain wall...

Wendy let out a long breath.

It's a mirror.Huge isometric mirror.

If the fragment Malcolm holds in his hand is meant to remind the "mirror", then the disappearance case that happened in the school is the magic related to the mirror.Could it be that Malcolm was able to escape the fate of disappearance because he smashed the dangerous magic mirror?

Strictly fit.

Wendy didn't feel sleepy at all.Once she had the key hint of "mirror", she also figured out the irregularities in Malcolm's bedroom - there was a mirror on his bedside table, just behind the pot of ear grass.There is a mirror on the bedside table of a young boy who doesn't fold his quilt and throws his socks around!

This probability is the same as that of a lighter in a little girl's makeup bag.Not without exceptions, just against common sense.

Wendy quickly put on her robe, cast an invisibility spell on herself, and was about to run outside.She had to make sure that the mirror, the angle of the mirror, was obliquely facing the transom. If there was light projected through the keyhole, it would just reflect on the transom!That angle is not an angle that is convenient for dressing up, but an angle set for a specific reflected light path!

The room is very quiet, and the breathing of the roommates is gentle and long.In the quiet environment, her own heartbeat sounded like thunder.Wendy was excited, and even a little annoyed.The magic of light is her best field.But now, the enemy hidden in the dark is very likely to be a master in this area.The sense of urgency that her territory was invaded made all the hairs on her body stand on end.

Wendy ran to the door lightly, her hands were already on the doorknob, and she returned to the bed and sat down.Don't be in a hurry, it's night now, who knows what danger that mirror will have.Moreover, even if you can be invisible, opening and closing the door to the Hufflepuff common room is not a small movement.Under the possible light magic surveillance, she has to be more careful.

I can only use the old method, taking advantage of the heavy traffic during the day, to sneak in the crowd invisibly.

Fortunately, it is just a matter of waiting for a few hours.Wendy opened her eyes and saw that the sky in the east was gradually turning pale.

A few hours later came Thursday morning.The class schedule perfectly eliminated any chance of Slytherin and Ravenclaw meeting.Wendy couldn't wait to be with Tom, so she carried out the adventure plan by herself.When action is needed, her action is as good as anyone else.

It takes only a few minutes to prove it.

Malcolm's mirror was nailed to the bedside table, which was nailed to the floor.If you refer to other bedside tables that can move freely in the same room, the answer is almost in broad daylight.

Immediately afterwards, Wendy found a periscope-like structure on the transom of Malcolm's bedroom, because Hufflepuff's bedroom is a semi-basement, and these two small lenses, which are no more than three centimeters square, are used to adjust the height of the light.

Projecting the scene from the inside of the castle to the outside?

Wendy squinted, she might need an accurate map.

Maintaining the invisible state, walking against the imaginary light, passing through the door of the room where the keyhole is located, Wendy tried hard to restrain her gaze from searching the mirror.Decorative mirrors, full-length mirrors in the Hufflepuff common room, light holes above the door to the lounge, glass eyeballs of statues in the underground corridor... Wendy discovered for the first time that there are so many glass products in the school.These mirrors form a sophisticated reflection net, making everything in the space invisible.

She walked up the stairs without looking sideways, and left the basement floor, her palms were completely soaked and cold.

This is the correct way to find the resurrection stone!

What can the monitor hear?The resurrection stone can't speak. 360-degree monitoring with no dead angle is the kingly way. Just apply a magic to identify the Deathly Hallows on the light receiving terminal, and the labor cost is extremely low.All that is required is a wizard with a deep knowledge of light magic.

In addition, there are internal requirements for installing mirrors and adjusting the angle of mirrors in schools.

Malcolm should be the internal response.

Just put a mirror in a specific position, it doesn't require high level of magical attainments, a first-year little wizard can do it.

"I need a map of the castle to further confirm the path of light and find out the special nodes." Wendy said to herself.She thought about it carefully, and most of the mirrors involved in the reflection were objects that existed in the school. It is impossible to say that these mirrors were all black magic by the saints.Dumbledore wasn't blind yet.The most probable situation is that the mirrors on the bright side are just ordinary mirrors, and only a limited one or a few mirrors carry dangerous magic.For example: magic that makes a student disappear out of thin air.

Constructing a surveillance-type mirror reflection network in the castle, this wonderful project captured Wendy's heart at once, so that she was a little distracted in the spell class and potion class that day, and even plunged into it after class. library.

Scratch paper is consumed one by one.Wendy drew straight light paths on the floor plans of different floors.It's been a long time since I have done solid geometry math problems heartily. I can't say how difficult the principle is, but the cumbersome calculations bring another kind of enjoyment.

"That's not right. After all, Hufflepuff is located underground, and it's difficult to cover the entire castle from there. Especially the tower part... too many mirrors are needed to project it underground, which will definitely reduce the concealment."

Wendy scribbled and corrected the manuscript, but couldn't find a plan to cover the entire castle from Malcolm's bedroom.Restricted by moving stairs and corridor secret doors in the castle, the light path is often blocked.

"One-third of the castle area, up to three-sevenths is the limit."

Deep down in her heart, Wendy rejected this result.If the small terminal in Malcolm's bedroom can't cover the entire castle, it means that there are other small terminals in the castle.If you think about it one step further, Malcolm is not the only one who should be inside...

Stop, everyone is suspicious if you really look at it with a suspicious mind.Sometimes I wonder where the light reflected from the transom will end up.

Wendy draws on the map, the height is about below the ground, and the direction is, Forbidden Forest?No, no, the Forbidden Forest is too far away, and the height is not enough for that distance.Her pen paused between the Forbidden Forest and the Castle.

black lake.

For a moment, she recalled the accident in the Black Lake on the first day of school, and the big octopus that came ashore almost every day this semester. It seemed that there was something disgusting at the bottom of the water.

At the bottom of the lake!The end point of the projection of the mirror surveillance network is at the bottom of the Black Lake!

Could it be that person?

Without thinking about it, Wendy stuffed pens and papers into her bag absent-mindedly, trotted all the way to the Transfiguration teacher's office, and knocked on the door. "Professor Dumbledore, Professor Dumbledore, professor—sir—"

"Honey, Albus is not here, you can tell me if you have anything to do, or you can talk to Professor Flitwick of your college." Slughorn walked from the end of the corridor with a beer belly, and said to Wendy with a smile .

Wendy turned her head, revealing a pair of slightly widened blue eyes. "He's not in now?"

"Yeah. The saint's rare plant, it seems to be called ear grass, because this Albus has gone to the Foreign Secretary of the Ministry of Magic. Now even the British Ministry of Magic has Grindelwald's supporters, tsk tsk, times what……"

The forced smile on Wendy's face disappeared instantly, and she covered her eyes in pain.

At the other end, under the seat where Wendy sat in the library just now, a piece of draft paper with a light path diagram lying face down in the dust.A white hand reached out steadily and picked up the draft paper.When he saw the word "Black Lake" that was heavily circled, he grabbed the paper tightly and almost crushed the paper.

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