This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Navi, who was sleeping soundly, straightened up suddenly, then lay back down drowsily.

James and Alfred opened their eyes, looked at the ceiling dazedly, and closed them again.

Perhaps it was because the volume was too loud, and they were all scared and continued to sleep in a daze.

But Ron, who was only separated by a wall, had the same reaction after being awakened.

Seamus and Dean in the same dormitory were the same.

Probably because the little lions of Gryffindor were tired, they were still sleeping soundly after four or five consecutive calls.

"Coo--" The seventh coo-coo did not come out.

Vincent saw that it had tried its best, so he reached out and took up the rope.

Snape, who was responsible for lighting and monitoring, was extremely dissatisfied.

"Are you so fat that you can't even shout?"

"Coo--"

This weak answer reminded Vincent of the situation of his roommates just now.

When he went out for a night walk, he was not only cautious, but also did not dare to make any noise.

Tonight was very strange, very strange.

Without thinking too much, Snape squinted and glanced at the Gryffindor Tower.

Although it was a flash, he still caught a shadow.

"Wayne, I saw--"

"Don't eat the pickled radish!" Vincent controlled the rogue rabbit to quickly get into the dormitory.

He jumped down and patted Neville's big face, "Wake up, Snape is here."

"Um--" Neville opened his eyes and looked at the two people dressed as bats.

He closed his eyes in a daze, still muttering something in his mouth.

Snape leaned in to listen, and his face didn't look good at all.

Why can't a professor of potions and the dean of Slytherin enter the Gryffindor dormitory?

Because of the fat lady who ran out to visit?

"James, wake up, the old bat is in our dormitory."

"What are you afraid of--" James' voice was a little louder, but also weak, "Bats won't bite people when they sleep, unless they are frightened--"

Snape's face was quite interesting.

Of course he knew that something was wrong, but that didn't ease his mood.

"As you can see, professor." Vincent walked up to him obediently,

"The protagonist of our party should use some magic that can absorb vitality to make his soul become physical so that he can pick up the wand."

Such evil magic can only be black magic.

"He's here." Snape turned around and opened the dormitory door, and ran out to search like the wind.

After he left, Vincent's eyes became sharp.

The bullet engraved with magic circuits must have caused Voldemort particularly serious damage.

It happened that the Gryffindor dormitory was not closed, and the fat lady in the portrait ran to drink with Ms. Violet again.

Careless again.

Provocation is useless, the other party's goal is to delay time to recover.

He opened the mithril suitcase and quickly flipped through Grindelwald's magic book.

Taboo Black Magic - Soul-related - Stealing Life

"Whether it is the soul or the body, if this magic is not possessed for a long time, the vitality that can be obtained is extremely limited..."

Vincent closed the magic book with peace of mind and put it back into the mithril suitcase. ♦♕  ♦ඏ

Stealing only a little will not cause too serious consequences.

But a little bit makes a lot, and Voldemort's state will only be stronger than before.

Of course, after having a complete entity, he can no longer penetrate objects like a soul body.

This is a weakness, and the only weakness.

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...

Earlier,

On the sixth floor of the castle.

When Mag saw a portrait of a drunk man, words could no longer describe her anger.

Under the big eyes of Hermione, Harry and Dobby, she tapped the portrait with her wand very restrainedly.

"Who is it? Can't you see that we are all drunk?"

"Ahem--"

McGreg glanced at Hermione who gave a reminder.

"Ignore them, let's continue!"

The fat lady in the portrait didn't know where she got the rum from, and she raised her head and drank a bottle.

Harry's eyelids twitched wildly.

Tonight he really opened his eyes.

Not only did he see the other side of Snape, but he also entered the secret room of Salazar Slytherin, the founder of the school.

The most important thing was to see what his own dean looked like when he was angry.

He whispered to Hermione: "Merlin will bless them."

"I hope so."

Dobby hid behind him timidly again.

This instinctive fear was much more terrible than Snape's.

Just as McGonagall was about to severely "criticize" the two people in the portrait, a cry that enveloped the entire castle suddenly sounded.

She didn't cover her ears like the other three, but raised a rather bland smile.

The six consecutive loud cries of Gugu didn't shake her, but made her look quite happy.

The three behind her didn't even dare to breathe, and followed her upstairs quietly and obediently.

The original carpet search was replaced by a more efficient Transfiguration.

"Look carefully, object deformation can play a certain role in searching."

Under the weak eyes of Hermione and Harry, McGonagall just pointed her wand at the ground, and countless cone-like spikes rose and fell along the corridor.

The rooms with closed doors on both sides were probably searched once.

"If you are not sure once, you can come a few more times."

She waved her wand lightly at the ground, and the original small spikes extended to half a person's height.

Precise and efficient.

It just consumes a bit of rage, and not everyone can use it at any time.

The third spike is already as high as the ceiling.

Fortunately, there are no classrooms or offices on the seventh floor, and no one usually wanders around here.

Otherwise, even Snape might not be able to stay unscathed under these three waves of "real carpet search".

"Professor, are we going to the eighth floor?"

"Of course, we are responsible for the sixth, seventh and eighth floors."

Hermione and Harry, who followed McGonagall, were terrified.

But the most frightened one was Dobby, who was holding the thick blanket on Harry.

The vice-principal of Hogwarts and the head of Gryffindor were not docile kittens.

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...

Dungeon.

Flitwick waved his hand to remove the magic on Fred and George's ears.

The cooing was so loud that even they who had just come down were startled.

"Professor, can you make it warmer here?"

"Of course." Flitwick not only warmed them up, but also illuminated the entire damp and dark dungeon.

He did all this without even waving his wand.

Fred and George both widened their eyes.

If you want to talk about who is the easiest to get along with in the entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it is Flitwick in front of them, except for Sprout.

He usually does not take the initiative to deduct points, and all students who can answer questions correctly will get extra points.

He will also answer some questions about spells very patiently.

From Vincent to Neville, everyone is treated equally.

Fred and George, who always whisper in class, are no exception.

It is really hard not to like a dean like the Eagle Academy, who has a good temper and strong strength.

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