Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

"Give me your bag, Potter."

Seeing Harry's panicked movements, Snape was puzzled.

Although under the influence of Lily's photo, he has become much less targeted towards Harry.

But that undisguised disgust, even hatred, was obvious to everyone.

Seeing Snape pressing forward, Harry looked at Ronald Hermione next to him and shouted in unison:

"run!"

After a loud roar, the three of them ran away.

Not sure why Snape is here though. But it was clear that once the three of them were caught, Amber would be doomed.

So at this time, the three of them were desperately running, just trying to avoid Snape's arrest, and then find a way to reunite.

But Snape was standing at the entrance of the stairs on the eighth floor, watching the three figures disappear at the end of the corridor, without any intention of chasing.

If someone stared into his eyes now, they would be surprised to find that,

In the depths of his unwavering eyes, there was an obvious flash of worry.

Immediately, he walked down the stairs and walked towards the auditorium.

On the other side, the three finally met in a corridor on the eighth floor.

"It's irritating, why is Snape here?"

Ronald breathed heavily, his tone full of happiness.

"Who knows what conspiracy he's up to, I even think the one who attacked Amber was Snape."

Through the railing, Harry glanced downstairs, where Snape's figure was walking towards the first floor, the black robe getting further and further away until it disappeared.

"Hurry up and do things, I have a bad feeling."

Ronald also stuck his head out to stare at Snape's back, a vague feeling in his heart.

Snape just said that getting all the students together had a lot to do with what they were doing.

If they manage to fulfill Amber's entrustment before all the professors arrive, then not only Amber, but they may also be expelled.

After expressing their speculations, the three of them were stunned.

Immediately grabbed the backpack and hurriedly ran towards the tapestry.

"I need Amber Cadmus' alchemy workshop..."

"I need Amber Cadmus' alchemy workshop..."

"I need Amber Cadmus' workshop..."

According to Amber's letter, after Hermione recited it three times, a door slowly emerged from the wall.

Seeing the appearance of this door, the three of them smiled happily.

However, when they were about to enter the door, a lazy voice suddenly sounded behind them.

"What is this? A secret room? Potter, what are you doing wrong?"

Hearing this voice, the three of them were shocked by thunder.

Slowly turning his head, a thin figure with short platinum blonde hair behind him looked at the three of them sneeringly.

Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy, how did you..."

Harry looked at Malfoy in horror, and quickly hid his backpack behind him, his eyes full of disbelief.

The long vacation made Malfoy's figure quickly indifferent in the hearts of the trio.

After all, they had experienced too many things for a while, and it was just a Malfoy. After he disappeared from Hogwarts, it was completely unremembered by everyone.

But no one thought that Malfoy would appear at this critical moment.

Harry's obvious movement of the book bag aroused Malfoy's suspicion. He played with his wand and walked slowly towards Harry, saying:

"Potter, if I remember correctly, the professor just told everyone to gather in the auditorium?"

Malfoy walked into Harry step by step, and the vicious eyes that seemed to know everything made the three of Harry at a loss.

"Malfoy, you can't come here, we're doing—"

"Ronald, shut up!"

Halfway through Ronald's words, Hermione interrupted with a sharp voice.

Hermione remembers very well that Amber's letter told him to keep the matter absolutely secret.

Hermione wouldn't even tell them if the two guys hadn't read their letters privately.

What's more, Hermione remembered the vague description of the attacker in Amber's letter.

From Amber's words, it was obvious to Hermione that he actually knew who the attacker was.

But since there is no clear name, it means that this person is inextricably linked to him.

Then, as Amber's cousin, Malfoy, who mysteriously disappeared some time ago, fully meets this condition.

At this moment, the little witch Sherlock Holmes got her upper body.

During the duel that night, Filch and the big dog came over inexplicably.

Then Malfoy disappeared mysteriously, and the ambush and trolls on Halloween night.

Amber was attacked and disappeared in the Forbidden Forest, but at this time Malfoy returned to school.

Combined with what Amber said, there's a good chance that the man behind the school was trying to manipulate the school to get him into trouble, and the energy that Malfoy had been boasting about was his father's.

One after another, a clear vein was formed in the little witch's heart, and almost instantly, the hat of the mastermind behind the scenes was slammed onto Malfoy's head.

Thinking of this, Hermione fell into an ice cave.

Malfoy had discovered the secrets of the House of Requirement, once he got them out. Report it all to the school, and Amber will definitely be expelled.

There is only one way now.

Looking at the half-open door of the Requirement Room behind Malfoy, Hermione suddenly lowered her head and slammed into it.

"Come on, come in!"

As the Room of Requirement closed, the door disappeared, and the wall returned to its original appearance.

The Room of Requirement regained its calm, but in the auditorium on the first floor of the school, it was very lively.

All the students gathered together, and everyone looked at Professor McGonagall in the high place with inexplicable eyes.

McGonagall, with a face, carefully checked the student roster in hand.

The magic of the Hogwarts school has been fully opened by McGonagall with the authority of the deputy headmaster.

The magic power swept away over and over again like a tide. Every time a name flashed on the roster, next to the four long tables, a student shone slightly.

The names corresponding to the existence of the students were automatically ranked at the end of the roster with white light, moving one name after another, accompanied by the automatic page-turning sound of the roster, like the final judgment.

After an unknown amount of time, when the tide of magic finally stopped, there were four names on the roster, pitch black as ink.

Harry Potter.

Ronald Weasley.

Hermione Granger.

Amber Cadmus.

Looking at the four names, Professor McGonagall widened his eyes, feeling incredible.

On the side, Professor Flitwick also stood on tiptoe, tried to stretch his head to look at the roster, and said:

"Except for the students who asked for leave with a fake note, and the students who treated their injuries in the infirmary, there are only four of them left."

"Is it really..."

Staring at Amber's name, Professor McGonagall, somewhat in disbelief.

Although at the beginning, McGonagall had a bad impression of Amber, but after half a semester of contact, McGonagall has fallen in love with this Slytherin, who is quite accomplished in transfiguration.

But the ironclad facts on the roster right now tell him that Amber Cadmus, really, isn't here.

"Is it really that kid?"

Slowly putting down the roster, McGonagall's eyes deepened with concern.

"Mike...Professor McGonagall, what...how is it?"

Before McGonagall could make a decision, a stuttering voice sounded beside him.

Turning his head, Quirrell was stumbling over to McGonagall, wrapped around his big, smelly, long scarf.

When Quirrell saw the name on the roster, there was a look of suppressed excitement in his eyes.

"Professor Quirrell, are you sure the unicorn attacker hasn't returned? Could it be that he has returned to the castle?"

Professor Flitwick, who also saw the roster, asked, and he has always had reservations about Quirrell's statement.

"F...Flitwick teaches...Professor, you...you have to believe me!"

After being questioned by Flitwick, Quirrell stuttered more and more nervously. He blushed and said with trembling lips:

"That person was seriously injured. In just half a day, he will not run out of the forbidden forest."

"Is it possible that he was not originally from the school and has now escaped to Hogward?"

"impossible!"

Quirrell's answer was so firm that he didn't even stutter.

But when he saw the gazes cast by everyone, he once again returned to that cowardly stuttering state.

"Mike...Professor McGonagall, please...trust me, it's definitely a school...student, I don't...can't admit...to mistake a student."

Having said that, Quirrell swallowed, suddenly feeling that he needed another fire.

"With all due respect, Mike... Professor McGonagall, judging from his magic... magic, that person is... very likely Cadmus"

"However, Harry Potter and the other three were not present, and it is not certain that that person is Cadmus."

McGonagall looked down at the four dark names on the roster and felt a headache.

"I seem to have a bit of a say in that."

Snape, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interjected, still in that slow viper tone, and said slowly:

"Just now, I ran into Potter and the others on the eighth floor, and I think I can be sure that Mr. Cadmus wasn't with them."

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