This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Compared to the Unforgivable Curse, the consequences of black magic are much less severe.

But after all, it is forbidden magic, and no one will admit it in public.

Snape's sneer was particularly terrifying.

Vincent arranged the bullets in his multifunctional belt vertically on the table.

"That's all I have right now."

Twenty-one, all engraved with magic circuits.

Mag tried to calm down, "I have a lot to say, but now is obviously not the time."

Vincent and Snape glared at each other.

No one wants to take the blame, and no one wants to bear her anger alone.

"Oh - you are indeed here." Sprout walked in with two little badgers with a smile.

As if she couldn't see the strange atmosphere, she held Mag's little hand affectionately.

"Minerva, you'll never guess what we just discovered."

Cedric and Rolf guiltily avoided Vincent's doubtful glances.

"That's a secret passage leading to Hogsmeade."

Snape almost clapped his hands.

He suppressed the urge to blow up the secret passage immediately and looked at Vincent who was gritting his teeth very calmly.

"I'm sad that some of our students are going to lose a way to spend their time forever."

Vincent took a few deep breaths and suddenly lowered his head pretending to be panicked.

There is more than one secret passage to the outside of the school.

There are three statues of the hunchbacked one-eyed witch, the statue of the flattering Gregory, and the Whomping Willow.

Panic?

Must panic.

McGonagall nodded to Sprout, "Pomona, we found-"

"Bang - bang -"

A brilliant firework exploded outside the tower.

This is the signal to find the basilisk, sent by Flitwick.

"Talking as we walk." Mag turned around without any hesitation.

Vincent stood up and loaded the bullets one by one with some confusion.

Regardless of whether the discovery of the basilisk was a coincidence or not, there is a high probability that it was an attempt to make a fool of himself.

Basilisk horns or Voldemort, which one is more important?

"Professor, I'm ready." He loaded the magazine and seemed to have made a decision.

Snape wanted to say something sarcastic, but changed his mind when he glanced at the door of the boys' dormitory.

There's no way the little bastard in his eyes would be fooled three times in a row.

Voldemort was a master of Legilimency, so maybe everything they had just talked about had been heard.

There were only two people present who were not affected.

When they ran to the sixth floor together, Vincent suddenly stopped and handed the sorting hat to McGonagall.

"Professor, I won't go with you."

Mag's frown quickly relaxed, "No, you keep it."

"But the only thing that can hurt the basilisk is -"

"Kid, we are professors." Sprout smiled and pushed the sorting hat back.

The basilisk, which has lost sight as a deadly threat, only needs to be careful of the venom.

A true master of dueling, a master of transfiguration, a master of herbal medicine.

"The Sorting Hat is the school's most precious treasure," McGonagall no longer pursed her lips, "Since you brought it out, you have an obligation to protect it.

"I know." Vincent handed over the iron-copper alloy sniper rifle in his hand, "Although I haven't tried it yet, the penetration power should be the same as my super powerful enhanced version."

She didn't refuse this time.

The gun blade is made of mithril, which is much stronger than the iron-copper alloy sniper gun.

"careful."

"I will, Professor."

Vincent's eyes scanned them one by one.

McGonagall and Sprout both trusted him;

Harry and Dobby were like them;

In addition to guilt, Cedric and Rolf also had very obvious worries;

Hermione's eyes were particularly complicated.

There is trust, worry, unwillingness, and an indescribable strange emotion.

Like complaining, blaming yourself?

"It's just hide and seek." Vincent waved to them. "He can fly over death, but he may not be able to fly over Professor Snape and me."

"Ho--" Snape turned and went upstairs without looking back.

He raised his alder wand, tapped it on his chest, and disappeared from their sight.

…

…

The eighth floor of the castle.

A figure in a tattered cloak strolled down the corridor.

He stopped in front of the gargoyle stone beast, and raised a cold smile on the exposed lower half of his face.

"Shattered to pieces——"

The stone beast was broken into countless pieces, and a big hole was opened in the wall.

The mysterious man suspected of being Voldemort walked up the spiral staircase and used the same method to blow open the principal's office door.

The portraits that were pretending to sleep all had their eyes wide open.

"It's you!"

"It's me, Principal Dippet."

"This is impossible -" Armando Dippet looked in disbelief, "More than half a century has passed, and you didn't have this face at all before!"

"Everything is possible." The mysterious man took off his cloak and looked towards the shelf.

"I have successfully transcended death, Principal Dippet."

Phineas, who was next to Armando, cast a particularly admiring look at him.

"It's you, you are the one who carries out pure-blood supremacy to the end."

The mysterious man under the cloak is not the bald socket Voldemort, but a handsome black-haired guy wearing a Hogwarts uniform.

"As a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, I come back to fulfill his long-cherished wish."

"Hahahaha——" Phineas laughed excitedly, "Yes, you did a good job!"

"You old ghost!" Armando walked across the portrait emotionally and punched him off the chair.

"Clear your position! This is Hogwarts! You are the former headmaster!"

"Hahaha - Armando, he is still your favorite student!"

Two former principals huddled in a small frame and beat each other up.

"Ever since he turned into that ghostly appearance, I no longer regard him as my former student!"

"Now he's back, even his appearance is back!"

The distracted Armando is beaten back into the original frame by Phineas.

"I'm right, Tom."

The man called Tom smiled back, "Principal Black, I know you are stalling for time so that Principal Devonte can take the opportunity to report the news to the outside world."

"Crack--" A picture frame was suddenly blown into sawdust by a shattering spell.

Principal Delis Derwent, who escaped the accident, hid in the portrait of Principal Eupracia Moore.

"As far as I know, there are only two headmasters who have another frame at Hogwarts." Tom walked to the shelf.

A magical portrait that retains the thoughts of his lifetime and can move freely between frames of his own.

Destroy one and there is no way to get to the other.

Phineas, whose face was covered with bruises, trembled, "Damn you! Get out of Hogwarts quickly!"

"Is it because of your descendants?" Tom looked away, "I'm sorry, it's me who makes it impossible for you to inform anyone anymore."

"It's you -" Phineas reached out to him with excitement, "It's you, the incompetent coward, who caused our eternally pure Black family to cease to exist!"

"The Black family will recover." Tom raised a confident and charming smile.

"With just one thing, I can save your descendants in Azkaban."

"What is it?"

"You should have guessed it." His eyes moved back to the shelf, "It's something that was originally placed here."

Phineas looked hesitantly, "Do you think I will believe you?"

"You will." Tom's smile was particularly sincere, "This is the only way to save your children and grandchildren, and you know very well whether I have this ability."

"Phineas! Don't believe him!" After Armando shouted, his entire frame was broken in half from the middle.

"Headmaster Black, please think of Bellatrix. Please think of Sirius."

Phineas lowered his eyes and thought of his favorite great-great-grandson.

He was the pride of the Black family, but died mysteriously shortly after becoming a Death Eater.

…

…