This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Tom is dead?

Not to mention just disappearing, Vincent doesn't believe it even if he is really dead.

Such a master of survival, can he accept death obediently?

"He is not dead yet." Snape bent down and picked up his wand, "He didn't resist until the end, he must have given up his entity voluntarily and wanted to hide from us and escape."

His attitude seemed to have changed.

Vincent was a little surprised, "Professor, do you really want to say sorry to me?"

Snape's shoulders shook a little, and he walked out of the principal's office with a gloomy face.

"He is shy." Armando in the half-frame on the floor quickly closed his mouth.

"Principal Dippet, I actually knew you were pretending to sleep."

"Ah? Oh." Armando calmed down quickly after being surprised.

"Principals, I should go." Vincent pulled out his wand and pointed to the debris on the ground.

When the frame was fully restored, he walked while thinking about Tom's escape route.

The basilisk is Salazar Slytherin, there is no possibility of giving up.

"Still on the third floor? I hope it's already..." Vincent's eyes widened after he came out of the hole in the wall.

The bright corridor reminded him of the noise he heard when he was confronting Tom just now.

What happened to wake up the students from their deep sleep?

He poked his head out of the window with a sense of something, and vaguely saw the big cute spiders rushing in under the night.

Basilisks are their natural enemies, so did Tom go to the Forbidden Forest?

In the hazy moonlight, there was a figure that broke into the group of eight-eyed giant spiders.

The black that blended into the night, and the agile and agile figure.

The important thing is the two small spikes on the forehead.

Snape really thought of it.

Use the turmoil in the castle as a cover and escape safely with the help of the basilisk.

It's just a way that can be thought of with a little brain, unless it's already desperate, otherwise Tom may not implement it.

Vincent thought about it and came to the empty Gryffindor common room.

The Fat Lady has returned, but she is still drunk.

All the students should be gathered in the hall.

If Tom goes there to do something exciting, and takes some hostages before leaving...

He changed his bat suit back into a school robe, and rode the rogue rabbit down from the window at high speed.

A few panicked Acromanthus spiders broke through the glass of the first-floor window, and were about to flip in when they ran into Percy's spell.

They flew out backwards, fleeing to other places in a more terrified manner.

"Vincent?" Percy looked at the figure that flashed by in confusion.

He rubbed his eyes, and after making sure he was not mistaken, he looked at the students beside him.

"Cheer up! They will definitely not give up obediently!"

The Lion Academy students responded loudly, and then returned to their previous weak state.

At the end of this corridor, there were a dozen Slytherin students led by Marcus.

When they saw Vincent's figure flying by quickly, their first reaction was to point their wands at him hurriedly.

"Very good, we scared him away!"

Marcus put down his wand in a rage, "If he dares to come again, I will knock him off the damn broom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an eight-eyed giant spider broke through the glass and pounced on him standing by the window.

"There are many obstacles - quickly imprisoned - fainted -"

It tilted its head with more than a dozen spells on it, and staggered to press Marcus under it.

"Damn spider!" The sticky giant claws were stuck on his big face.

"Hurry up and get rid of this damn thing!"

Vincent flew around the castle and rushed into the auditorium, and was almost knocked down by the eight-eyed giant spider.

The corridors on the first and second floors were all standing with senior students, and the auditorium was occupied by junior students and professors.

"Vincent?" Sprout stepped forward quickly, "Severus just ran out, did something happen?"

"It's him, the student." Vincent's eyes swept over the crowd.

"Where's Dobby?"

"In the kitchen, you know he can't be seen by certain people."

Vincent nodded in understanding.

Sprout followed his gaze to the crowd, "Do you suspect he's here?"

"It's very likely."

It's indeed a better way to take all the students in the hall as hostages.

But as long as there is the sword of Gryffindor, Tom will be extra careful no matter what he wants to do.

Vincent cleared his throat and said loudly: "Professor, how is the big fat snake now?"

"It shed its skin and escaped to the Forbidden Forest." Sprout understood his little eyes.

"Minerva and Filius are over there, and with Severus, there shouldn't be any big problems."

"Is that so? That's great!"

The two looked at the crowd while talking.

The students were fine, and everyone was confused.

"Dear children, we are facing a conspiracy!" Trelawney suddenly walked forward drunkenly.

She met the doubtful eyes of Vincent and Sprout, shook her head slightly and whispered:

"My third eye has seen through the fog and told me the hidden truth."

Sprout shook his head helplessly, "Sybil, do you need some kudzu flowers to sober you up?"

"No, dear." Trelawney almost leaned on her,

"If we don't solve this conspiracy in time, I'm afraid more people will leave us forever."

Vincent cast a suspicious look.

As expected of the No. 1 drunkard in Hogwarts, he can tell the truth even in this state.

"Sybil, we will stop it from happening."

"No, we can't stop it--" Trelawney tried to stand up straight.

She tried several times but fell back on Sprout.

Later, she simply gave up and snuggled in this warm embrace.

"Darkness is about to rise again--"

Everyone present was nervous, waiting for her next words.

One minute passed,

Two minutes passed,

Three minutes passed...

When patience was about to run out, Trelawney muttered something in a low voice.

Vincent leaned his little head over, and his facial muscles almost didn't hold.

"Hu-Hu--"

Falling asleep, still snoring.

Sprout put her at a long table far away from the door.

Although she struggled for several minutes, she really proved herself.

But if everyone did this, they probably wouldn't be able to find Tom's trace at dawn.

If a fool professor like Lockhart is worthy of his favor, then it is possible for the junior students.

Hmm? Where is Lockhart?

The professors who have officially joined the school are here, and the assistants who are on probation are here, but he is not here.

"Professor Sprout, where is Professor Lockhart?"

"He——" Sprout rarely showed disgust, "I saw that he was dead, so I came to the bedside and tried to wake him up."

She suppressed her nausea, "He threw me to the ground like crazy, and then I knocked him out."

If it was McGonagall, Lockhart would have no chance at all.

But he is a well-known figure in the magic world, and he is not so hungry.

The biggest possibility is that he is saving himself like Quirrell.

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