This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The search operation expanded from Hagrid to the three colleges of Lion, Badger and Eagle, and even many small snakes joined in.

"Traces appear--" The spell of the senior students had no effect, and it seemed that they could only continue to expand the search range.

From the cabin to the Black Lake, there was smoke magic set up further ahead.

No matter how old and blurry his eyes and legs were, he should not run into it.

Draco, who came over at some point, smacked his lips and wandered around Ron with a gloating look on his face.

"Weasley, your darling little baby may have been eaten by something~"

He made a hideous swallowing motion, "Just like this, not even a bone is left~"

Ron exploded all of a sudden, waving his fist to hit his stinky face hard.

Fortunately, Harry stopped him in time, otherwise Draco, who aroused public outrage, would definitely not be able to walk out of the Forbidden Forest standing.

"Hehe, you guys take your time to look for it."

If he hadn't run away, Vincent's slap would not have slowed down.

The castle, the stadium, and the greenhouse were all searched, and it was time for dinner.

The search results were heartbreaking. No one could find even a hair of BenBan.

"BanBan, my poor BenBan..." Ron slumped at the table, moaning hoarsely and feebly.

Lavender, who was a few seats away, looked at him from time to time, her face full of empathy.

After the students comforted Ron one by one, she stood up and handed him a light blue handkerchief,

"BanBan must still be alive, maybe it just got lost and will be back soon."

"Thank you." Ron took the handkerchief to wipe his tears and snot, and was stunned when he looked up and saw Lavender.

They didn't have any friendship, and they even disliked each other a little.

Everyone knew that Ron and BenBan had a deep relationship, and Lavender was not a picky girl.

"Yes... I'm sorry." Ron hurriedly put away the handkerchief, "I will definitely wash it and return it to you."

Lavender smiled, "It's okay, Ben is lucky to have a master like you."

The rabbit Binky she just raised during the summer vacation was bitten to death by a fox not long ago, and his condition was even worse than Ron's at the time.

The Forbidden Forest is full of dangers, and no news is the best news.

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Outside the castle,

Vincent and Hermione activated the time converter at the same time.

Five hours ago, the Care of Magical Creatures class just started.

The two cast the Disillusionment Charm, staring at Ron quietly from left to right.

He stroked a baby griffon in a depressed mood, and kept denouncing Snape's perverted behavior.

The whole Hogwarts knew that Ron Weasley was most afraid of spiders. This insidious old bat actually asked him to use a wooden barrel to collect the venom of the eight-eyed spider.

Although the spiders in the office seemed non-aggressive, they only collected a little after working all afternoon.

"Damn Snape, he actually wants us to continue filling up those ghost things tomorrow..."

Harry's expression was not much better.

Although I'm not afraid of spiders, the feeling of the eight furry legs trying to drill into my clothes...

It's sour and stimulating, and the refreshing effect is far better than the Buffy brain wakener.

After combing the feathers of the hippogriff cub, it was time to end the get out of class.

Cute things can cure all negative conditions, only Snape's skills are profound.

The two returned the cub to Hagrid and turned their heads to see Vincent walking deep into the Forbidden Forest.

"Is he going to find Jormand and the others?"

"I think so."

Harry suddenly became energetic, "Let's go too, it just happens that I haven't been to see Little Black for a while."

Ron pulled the corner of his mouth, "The big black dog is only close to you, I want to touch its head but it won't let me."

As soon as the voice fell, a black little thing fell from his pocket to the ground.

The hidden Vincent and Hermione recognized it as Ben at a glance.

It seemed to be frightened by something and disappeared like a runaway.

Vincent hurriedly chased the small black dot in the distance until he completely lost his direction after chasing it into the castle.

When Hermione ran in, he picked up his wand and chanted the tracking spell.

"The trace appears--"

No response.

"Uh... The trace appears--"

Still no response.

Vincent shook his sturdy alder wand and waited patiently for the students to go upstairs.

"The trace appears!"

Still no response.

Hermione also raised the newly repaired wand.

Like him, even if she had just lost the trace of Ben, there was no response.

One or two little wizards are accidental, but if the whole school is like this, there is a problem.

Vincent looked at a corner of the ceiling, "Did Dumbledore set up an anti-tracking spell?"

Hermione motioned him to step back and chanted the spell towards where he had just stood.

This time a silver light bar extended over, and Vincent was immediately unable to do it.

"This... Could it be that Ben Ben has become a spirit?"

Backing off, the light bar of the tracking spell immediately followed.

The same thing happened when retreating to the auditorium and going up to the second floor.

After all, it was a mouse that had lived for 12 years, so it was possible that it had been affected by magic for so many years.

The tracking spell didn't work, so we had to use traditional methods.

It was the end of dinner again.

The students found a new notice posted on the bulletin board in the activity room of the Court of Owls Club.

"To all the teachers and students of Hogwarts:

Please help find the pet mouse Ben Ben.

The president will be rewarded handsomely,

The following are the appearance characteristics..."

BanBan is no different from other mice. If you have to say a characteristic, it is that he is missing a finger on his right forelimb.

Of course, if you catch a mouse and cut off its finger to claim the reward, you will be permanently blacklisted by Wayne Enterprises' Gwent and Alchemy Shop.

As for the so-called reward...

Vincent glanced at the Black Swan Club across the street, which had been renovated countless times.

Draco sat at a luxurious oak round table with a cup of steaming hot black tea in his hand, exuding an indescribable sense of comfort.

This guy has no sympathy, foul mouth, and even rubbed salt into Ron's wounds.

In just one afternoon, Master Malfoy has disgusted many students and has a tendency to become the public enemy of the whole school.

I believe that no student should be able to refuse the opportunity to beat him up.

Without a moment of silence for Draco, Vincent joined the students in the search again.

Time passed by, but no trace of BenBan was found.

It seemed to have disappeared from Hogwarts, or hidden in some unknown corner.

"Let's go back too." Harry hugged Ron and went back to the dormitory.

Ron was so tired that he was about to fall apart, and he was still muttering: "Merlin bless you, Ben, you must be fine..."

Many students saw his miserable back and subconsciously clenched their fists.

It's just a mouse, how could it disappear just like that?

Even if it was eaten by some ferocious beast, it would have to be excreted after digestion.

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