This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Stuck in a difficult situation, leaving by low-level slavery?

Snape's self-esteem could not accept this method.

"Professor, I believe you can hold on." Vincent pointed to the turbulent water at the entrance of the tunnel, "If we are lucky, we will find the 'switch' smoothly."

McGonagall and Flitwick held back their laughter, and their hands almost trembled so that the water poured in.

"Ah--" Snape extinguished the blazing fire, "Wayne, you'd better pray that they are not in the same group."

Dobby hid behind Harry timidly, "Even if Dobby's master ordered Dobby, Dobby would not join the evil forces."

"Evil forces?" Vincent only had two suspects in his heart.

One was Old Nott, a veteran Death Eater, and the other was Lucius, who changed his mind according to the situation.

An ordinary blanket is made of pure wool, and it is very obvious who Dobby's master is.

Snape's face was very ugly.

He guessed it and believed it.

Voldemort's former headquarters was at Malfoy Manor, and this senior probably knew more than some of the elders.

With this relationship, he seemed to be less repulsive to Dobby.

"Send me up."

Dobby stepped back in horror.

Snape's clothes, coupled with his sexy big chin without any emotion, even Harry next to him couldn't help but step back half a step.

"I won't say it twice."

Dobby blinked his big eyes and stretched out his hand with some resistance.

"I'll go too." Vincent grabbed his little hand, "Dobby, can you?"

"Yes, Mr. Wayne." Dobby didn't shrink back anymore.

But when he handed his other hand to Snape, he couldn't help shaking.

"Professor Snape, can you stop sneering?"

"Don't waste time."

Vincent nodded to Dobby, "That's his temper, his mouth is harder than the scales of a basilisk."

"Shut up, Wayne!"

He pouted at Snape, "Professor, I'm just stating the facts."

Dobby, who was caught in the middle, blinked his big eyes blankly.

The bat monster who looked gloomy and terrifying actually showed extremely unhappy little emotions.

"Let's go, Dobby." Vincent shook his little hand, "Just drop us off in the corridor on the third floor."

Snape stared coldly and hooked Dobby's slender fingers without saying a word.

The white smoke drifted away, and they disappeared into the secret room.

Ten seconds later, Dobby came back.

This time it was Harry and Hermione.

When the two returned to the corridor on the third floor, they found that Snape and Vincent were not there.

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know."

The fourth floor of the castle.

The old bat and the little bat were chasing a mysterious man dressed like a bat.

The moment he was discovered in the girls' bathroom on the third floor, he passed through the wall like a ghost and came out.

It was unlikely that it was Peeves, but it was very likely that it was Voldemort. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

"Tom, your conspiracy has been discovered!" Vincent pulled the trigger of the gun blade.

The orichalcum bullet penetrated as before and was embedded next to a silver-white armor.

Snape said nothing, but kept waving his wand at the mysterious man in front.

But no matter what kind of spell it was, it would penetrate through the opponent's body.

Physical and magical spells were useless.

It was like a ghost without a physical body, but it would make footsteps.

The mysterious man calmly pointed his wand at the knight armor on both sides of the corridor under their pursuit.

"Shattered into pieces--" Snape dismantled them all before they moved.

Vincent's staff tip lit up the Armor Charm, smashing them into pieces one by one.

He didn't care whether it was intentional or not, and quickly took out a bullet with a magic circuit pattern from his multi-purpose belt.

If it doesn't work anymore, he can only use the final secret.

In Snape's eyes, this bullet that can generate high temperature still penetrated.

"Wei——" He turned his head and was about to taunt, and a huge explosion came towards him.

After a "bang", Vincent, who was protected by the Armor Charm, rushed straight into the heat wave.

The mysterious man seemed to be uninjured, but his body became a little blurry.

It worked!

It's not a physical ghost like Peeves, but a soul that has gained a physical body.

He replaced the magazine full of magic rune bullets and raised his hand to pull the trigger one after another.

The dense "boom" was particularly loud.

The professors on the third floor ran upstairs as soon as possible.

Flitwick dispersed the billowing black smoke, and what came into view was a bumpy corridor.

McGonagall pursed her lips tightly.

It was indeed extremely powerful, and it was indeed an enhanced version.

She caught a glimpse of a few silver-white lights from the corner of her eyes, and suddenly trotted over with a gloomy face.

There was a corridor full of knight armor on the fourth floor.

As long as the castle's defense measures were turned on, they would actively attack the invaders.

If I remember correctly, there should be twenty of them.

But, but now...

McGonagall's face sank, and she held the wand tightly in her hand.

"No matter who it is, he must take this responsibility."

Flitwick and Sprout shuddered inexplicably.

She hasn't been angry for many years.

As a Quidditch fanatic, she didn't get angry last year when the Scottish team was 30 points away from winning the championship.

And tonight, those knight armors that had been maintained and upgraded many times turned into small fragments on the ground.

When Harry and the others came up, McGonagall had already reached the corner.

"Professor Flitwick, what happened?"

"Someone is going to be in big trouble."

Hermione swept across the bumpy ground and saw those silvery white fragments.

She couldn't help but take a breath.

Sprout said with sympathy: "Let's go over quickly, Minerva is especially scary when she's angry."

"Gululu——" Flitwick took the lead to chase after him as if he remembered something.

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Fourth floor, trophy display room.

"Tom, if you take another step forward, I'll shoot."

The mysterious man, with only a rough outline left, stopped and raised his wand to point at Vincent.

Even if the subsequent explosions were all resisted by magic, it would be difficult to completely defend against the bullets densely engraved with magic circuits.

The tip of the wand lit up with an extremely dazzling light.

With the help of the lens with extremely poor light transmittance, Vincent and Snape, who came behind, could vaguely see him floating through the ceiling.

"He chose to escape, he must have become weaker." Vincent stretched his right hand to the window,

"The rogue rabbit is flying over--"

"Wayne!" Snape's eyes were extremely unfriendly, "Do you think you can deal with him?"

"Of course not." Vincent caught the rogue rabbit steadily, "So Professor, you want to accept my invitation to the party?"

"Huh--" Snape rode on the broom with him.

It was too troublesome to search layer by layer.

"Sit tight, professor."

With a "whoosh", the rogue rabbit carried the two people to the window.

Snape reacted quickly and lowered his big head.

He was sure that Vincent did it on purpose, wanting his forehead to have an intimate contact with the window frame.

So stingy!

No overall view at all!

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One update today, two updates should be restored tomorrow.

Please forgive the author's slow typing speed, he has been a bit busy recently.