This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The dungeons at Hogwarts Castle are quite large.

Large enough to accommodate storage, a Potions classroom, the Batcave, Slytherin dormitories, an abandoned classroom and the empty Great Room.

It was still early, so I had to wait until Snape fell asleep before trying to "reason".

As soon as the storage room was opened, a smell of decay from hundreds of years ago poured straight into the six little mouths and noses.

"Ahem—" Vincent regretted.

He shouldn't have suggested coming here.

Rolf, who was also coughing violently, quickly waved his wand and rolled up all the dust to the inside.

"I'm afraid no one has been to this place in the past hundred years."

Hermione turned up the brightness of the tip of her wand, illuminating a large pile of badly rotted wooden desks.

"I know why there's so much dust here."

She pointed to the innermost gray-brown hill.

Every little wizard who sneaks here and does the same thing as Rove is responsible.

Build the dust up higher than an adult,

I'm afraid it's not a tradition that has been maintained since the school was founded.

"We are not mysophobic."

Vincent stopped casting the sixth descaling spell.

Without blushing and out of breath, he threw all the dust he had just shaken onto the hill.

"You're already here, why don't you take a look again?"

Liu Xiaozhi, who inherited the fine tradition, found several antique-level gadgets.

Cedric looked at the long and thick wooden stick in his hand, always feeling that it looked like an ancient flying broomstick.

"This thing looks very similar to the Rogue Rabbit I had before I modified it." Vincent shook his head.

Open your palms. ♝ ♦ ♦♦

What he found was a badly worn coin.

Judge based on size and color,

It is almost certainly gold galleons.

"I really want to know the story behind it."

"Maybe I can block the killing curse like you!"

Cedric tapped the big stick in his hand,

"The sound is like oak. This thing is probably an oak arrow 79 from a hundred years ago."

"That hand-made broomstick that is so heavy that it can barely turn?"

"yes."

Vincent put away the gold galleons and said, "It's very good. You can take it back as a souvenir."

Luofu weighed the worn quill in his hand and put it into his pocket with deep sympathy.

"Guys, come here~" Fred's voice sounded from the corner.

What he found was an invisibility cloak that had lost its invisibility effect.

"Alas -" Luofu stroked the dull silver fur on it.

For every invisibility cloak made, a poor invisible beast is skinned off.

"If we add the Disillusionment Curse, will it turn into an invisibility cloak again?"

George's proposal was affirmed by Vincent.

"There are always wizards who can't learn the Disguise Curse." Cedric was very impressed.

It is precisely because of this that he and Rolf both hope to become magizoologists to better protect their increasingly rare numbers.

"Come on!" Fred put away the invisibility cloak.

Hermione looked down at an old book she was holding.

This is a fifth grade spells textbook.

The previous owner obviously didn't take good care of it, so not only is it missing many pages, but the ones that are intact are mostly covered with scribbles.

"Why are you carrying it?"

"You take care of me."

George pouted, "It can always remind you to be a good student.

You two are a perfect match. "

After he finished speaking, he continued to rummage among the desks.

Hermione loosened her pursed mouth,

Hold the textbook tightly in your arms.

"Wow, this must be something good!"

George found a small rusty iron box.

Inside was a piece of parchment with illegible writing,

It could be vaguely seen that it was an unsent love letter.

"Charles, you are the light in my life. I wish for anything. I only hope for you..."

What George read out gave several people instant goosebumps.

Those words that are hard to see clearly are too confusing just to think about them in your head.

"I am so and so, Charles you are so and so, are you willing to accompany me to so and so to the end of so and so..."

Vincent tightened his jacket, "Stop, stop!

If I read it any more, I will even have to spit out yesterday’s breakfast. "

"Oh." George looked at the last line of signature.

"Uh--Andrew William Jones?"

The six little ones looked at each other for a moment, and then took a deep breath.

Cedric swallowed and walked towards the desk where the small iron box was originally placed.

"hiss--"

Inside the small shape carved on the edge, there is an arrow passing through two names.

"Eye-searing!"

He came back cursing.

"These old timers..." Vincent shook his head and asked Fred for the Marauder's Map.

The old bat in the Batcave finally went to bed.

"You will be caught sooner or later." Hermione said this, but she kept following them.

The twins quietly gave Vincent a thumbs up.

The Miss Granger who once said that a mysterious man was caught while wandering at night has disappeared.

Now only Hermione is left, who has successfully integrated into the organization.

"Their dormitory is waterproof, smoke-proof and intrusion-proof. How are you going to reason with Malfoy?"

Cedric felt uncomfortable looking at him, "It's useless even if I know the password."

Vincent took out a small bottle that had not been used for several afternoons.

"We don't have to go into Malfoy's dormitory."

"You mean--"

"Yeah, let's see who is unlucky enough to open the door first tomorrow~"

The two innocent little badgers laughed evilly.

Hermione forced herself to resist the urge in her heart and walked into the Slytherin dormitory with them.

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Sunday, the sun was shining.

The temperature has dropped recently, and many students have changed into thick quilts.

And the little snakes who cover themselves with quilts all year round now cover themselves with two thicker ones.

In the most luxurious dormitory in Hogwarts, Draco, who had just woken up, was stretching happily.

They lost the game yesterday, but life has to go on.

Being too obsessed with the past is not a qualified Slytherin.

"Draco, are you going to watch the game between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?" Goyle woke up very early.

"No, it's boring to death." Draco put on his coat and removed all the magic traps one by one.

"Then I won't go either." Goyle slapped Crabbe on the forehead while he was still sleeping.

"Gregory! Don't you want to live?"

The two men of similar height and build were about to wrestle with each other, and Draco glared at him with his eyes slanted.

"If you want to fight, go find Wayne, don't hang around in front of me."

He took the high-end soap sent from home and opened the dormitory door.

"Bang--" A sound like a thin line being broken sounded.

Before Crabbe and Goyle could respond, colorful powders poured on Draco.

"Fuck!!!"

He roared and rushed to the shower room.

It takes time to remove the defensive magic, and these powders are not ordinary stuff.

The longer it sticks, the darker the color will become.

Draco looked at himself in the mirror, and went back to take his sixteenth bath with a curse.

The mysterious man was indeed Quirrell.

But this smart guy who can only babble and drool now can't escape from Azkaban at all.

"I will definitely find you!"

A whole morning had passed, and he was still taking a shower inside.

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