Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 292 Huge Pit

  At night, in the snow-shrouded Smith Manor, the windows of the study were still lit. Gerber Smith was sitting at his desk, flipping through envelopes he had received a while ago.

   On the cabinet next to the desk, there are countless glass bottles filled with silver-like memory fragments.

  Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door of the study.

  The house elf opened the door and came in, bowed to the wizard in front of the desk and said, "Master, in five minutes, the visitor will arrive."

  The entire manor was well hidden. Except for those important people, no one in the Smith family even knew the existence of the manor, let alone its location.

   "I see." Gerber Smith picked up the cold black tea and drank it, stretched out his hands to support the table, stood up, and walked slowly towards the hall of the manor.

  As soon as he arrived in the hall, he saw a forest-green flame under the marble fireplace, and Bud Brod walked out of the fireplace stooping.

   "What happened, you actually used the internal Floo network?" Gerber Smith looked at Bud Broad and asked in puzzlement.

Today, the Floo Network is controlled by the Ministry of Magic's Floo Network Administration, and using the Floo Network will be difficult to hide from the Ministry of Magic, but there are still some places that are still not monitored by the local Floo Network, such as the internal flight of Hogwarts. A network of roads, like the fireplace in Gerber Smith's secret estate.

   "Has the others arrived yet?" Bud Brod brushed off the ashes from his black robe, looking left and right.

   "No, you were the first." Gerber Smith vaguely guessed the reason, and there wouldn't be too many reasons to bring them together. At this moment, flames re-emerged in the fireplace.

"Good evening."

  Tiberus Ogden came out from the fireplace and greeted the two of them.

  Mogg McDougal didn't let them wait too long, and soon walked out of the burning fireplace.

   "Everyone is here, let's talk about something important." Gerber Smith led them to a comfortable room somewhere in the manor. The house elf respectfully brought refreshments, then quickly turned and left.

   "About Rowena Smith." Bud Broad looked at Gerber Smith, frowning and asked, "How much does he know?"

  The other three all frowned. They can be sure that the four present will never disclose their affairs to others, and each Wild Smith will not disclose their secrets to others.

  Bud Brod put a letter on the table, picked up his wand and tapped it lightly, the envelope unfolded automatically, and he began to read the contents inside. If Albert were here, he would find that this letter was written by him to Professor Brod, stating that he had successfully mastered the more advanced usage of the ancient runes, and it also included detailed instructions after entering Ravenclaw's secret room. Condition. Of course, Rowena Smith's speculation is also included. "

"Rowena certainly doesn't know too much, and I guess it's only speculated from a small amount of documents in the Smith family." Gerber Smith continued, "He's not stupid, he must have guessed something, and he even got into it. It is not surprising to know the surname of Wild Smith in the Chamber of Secrets of Winclaw. Moreover, I even doubt that Albert Anderson and Isobel McDougall must know some of it."

"The question now is, what does Rowena Smith want to do?" Bud Broad frowned and reminded, "Don't forget, he has been brooding over this matter, don't forget about Blair. "

   Blair McDougal was the father of Isobel and Katrina. When Blair was still very young, he had a magic experiment accident and died inexplicably.

   Blair is still part of their loose circle as a erstwhile alternate, though eliminated. At that time, they suspected whether Blair's death was related to Rowena.

   All four of them were silent!

They all know why Bud Broad summoned them, the two qualified candidates are at Hogwarts, if Rowena Smith suddenly goes crazy and kills them all, then the new generation of Wild Smith heir It's over.

  The selection of candidates is usually very secretive. However, Rowena was once a candidate, and he was determined to track it down. It is not difficult to find some clues.

  Although the probability of him going crazy is very small, it has to attract the attention of several people.

  No way, who made Rowena Smith too obsessed with this matter, some of his characters are too bad, which is the main reason why Rowena was not selected.

   "In a few months, Rowenar should take the initiative to leave Hogwarts. I will keep an eye on them for the next period of time." Mog McDougal took the initiative to take over the matter.

   "If something bad happens, I'll take care of it." Gerber Smith's tone was very calm, even if Rowena Smith was his grandson, he couldn't do anything that crossed the line.

  For Wild Smith, only wizards who also inherit this surname can be regarded as real relatives.

   "The Bronze Book, let Albert put it back after Rowenar leaves Hogwarts." Tiberus Ogden said.

  The party didn't last long, and they all dispersed.

  Gerber Smith stood by the window, looking at the snowstorm outside, and murmured, "Rowena, what exactly do you want to do?"

  …

  In the Room of Response, Albert, who was wearing earplugs and earmuffs, didn't know about it. He was processing the Mandrake root and was preparing to complete the Howl of the Banshee.

   That thing has completely changed its appearance due to being stuffed in salt for a long time.

  The mandrake root that was dehydrated with salt became extremely ferocious. If I had to describe it, it would be a really miserable death.

   Albert poked the dehydrated mandrake roots with the Honesty Probe, and there was a strong reaction. There is no doubt that this thing will die, and it has really become a black magic prop.

  The mouse next to it had already fallen into a coma when the Mandrake root was taken out of the salt, and it was not known whether it was dead or not.

  Albert stuffed the mandrake root into a bag made of swamp digging skin, which was expanded by the No Trace Stretching Charm, and then put it into the silver container prepared in advance, and everything went very smoothly.

   It wasn't until the Banshee's Howl was completely shut down that Albert slowly took off the earmuffs and the earplugs. He was sure that the container he made could effectively contain it, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

  If he fails, he probably falls into a coma. When my roommate finds out that he hasn't gone back, he will come to find him in the Room of Requirement according to his request. Albert even left on the parchment the steps on how to deal with it after he passed out.

   However, the back move is no longer useful, so Albert threw it into the fireplace and burned it

   Albert poked Banshee's Howl with the honesty detector, but there was no response to this stab, and I don't know if it was because of too many outer layers of isolation.

  Of course, the Banshee's Howl is not a qualified black magic item in essence, so it is naturally impossible for skills to appear on the panel skills.

  However, Albert is quite satisfied with this thing, and then he just needs to find an opportunity to test its power. He remembered that Fred and George seemed eager to try it, so he would lend it to them to play first.

  (end of this chapter)