Chapter 122 Chapter 121: Three good shows! Wrong secret room!
Next to the dim corridor.
Ian first ran to a distance and cast a disembodiment spell on himself, then quickly turned back, clinging to the mottled stone wall and peeking inside through the dimly lit shed door.
Albus Dumbledore and his brother Aberforth Dumbledore are still quarreling fiercely.
“If you hand over your things now, maybe I can forgive you for your rashness.”
"If it's not with me, it's not with me. I don't even know what you put in it. Except for that letter, I didn't see anything else in it!"
"Except you. , no one knows that I have that letter... Do you believe that I will not use Legilimency on you? Or are you so stupid that you will cast an amnesia spell on yourself after stealing something?"
< br>"Damn it! Albus! You are the real bastard! It’s just because you didn’t tell me where the letter came from that I was curious enough to find the answer myself in your office!” It's for your own good. Some truths will only crush your fragile nerves...Give me back the things and I will tell you everything when the time comes."
"I didn't take anything! Give it back to you, you bastard!”
...
Ian witnessed an extremely wonderful show in time. It was a scene that other young wizards and even professors might not be able to imagine. Along with Aberforth's punch, which seemed to be unbearable, Albus Dumbledore actually responded without showing any signs of weakness, and also raised his fists and struggled with Aberforth.
Yes, there is no magic duel, only the original fight in Menghui.
The sound of banging and banging is endless.
It’s hard to imagine.
This is a scene you can see in Hogwarts Castle without paying.
The over-100-year-old man, the supposed wise and steady headmaster of Hogwarts, and his centenary-year-old brother actually started fighting like children in the Owlery.
"Puff, puff, puff, puff~"
The owls were awakened by the sudden noise. They flapped their wings, made sharp calls, and flew towards the window, trying to escape from this A chaotic scene. However, the two old men seemed to be completely immersed in their own world, fighting fiercely, and simply turning a blind eye to the chaos around them.
They probably fully demonstrated the tenacity and tenacity of wizards. Although their movements were not as agile as those of young people, every blow was directed towards the face and bridge of the nose.
No strength.
It’s not a fake fight either.
Ian swore he saw nosebleeds flying wildly in the dim room.
"Oh my god! Teeth! Are those the principal's teeth or Aberforth's teeth?" He regretted that he did not have the equipment to take pictures, otherwise he would have to record this scene.
Sure enough.
When traveling at night, you will always encounter encounters that you would never dare to think about during the day, and various people in Hogwarts seem to have the habit of discussing various things in remote places.
Whether it is from the original book that the three saviors always happened to hear some secrets from time to time, or Ian's current personal experience, it seems to verify that the wizards don't seem to know that privacy should be there when there is really no one. He and Aurora had witnessed Quirrell's operation to contact Voldemort before.
"Should I break up the fight or not." Ian originally listened to the two people seeming to be arguing about the letter he brought, and he also wanted to stand up and say something so that others wouldn't think he had brought it. If the letter is not accepted, as long as the courier fee is sufficient, he can bring a hundred photos and letters directly next time.
One hundred seals per person.
However, after discovering that the two old men were fighting together like naughty boys, Ian did not dare to show up. He was afraid that the two angry men would involve him in the fight.
Ian still couldn't do such a thing as punching an old man, and looking at the way the two people fought, he even felt that he might not be able to beat a hundred-year-old man.
“You’re crazy!”
Albus Dumbledore’s silver hair was messy during the fight, but his deep blue eyes still maintained restraint. On the other hand, Albus Dumbledore Si Ze was obviously overwhelmed with anger.
"Without your vicious magic! Do you think you can defeat me?"
His face was distorted with anger, and every time he punched, there was a whistling sound. It was as if all the dissatisfaction and anger accumulated in his heart for many years were pouring out.
"I know you still have deep resentment towards me in your heart, but this is not because you stole my share..." Albus Dumbledore hadn't finished his words yet.
Aberforth pounced on him again.
The bloody fist is a fierce swing.
Albus Dumbledore finally couldn't bear it anymore. When he fought back before, he was relatively restrained, but after being angered by Aberforth, he completely let go.
It has to be said that Albus Dumbledore is the best graduate of Gryffindor House after all. Not only is his magic powerful, but his fighting skills are far superior to those of him who has wasted most of his life. 's younger brother.
Aberforth began to be beaten.
The screams continued.
It's just that Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to hear it. The gesture of pressing Aberforth to the ground and beating him wildly made Ian feel numb when he witnessed it outside the gate.
He had never seen Albus Dumbledore so out of his mind.
By the moonlight outside the window, Ian could see that the expression on Albus Dumbledore's face had become angry and hateful. This was obviously no longer because of the letter and the photos in the letter. .
Thinking of the truth he learned from Albus Dumbledore's memory, Ian somewhat understood that there might be a more complex and deep emotional entanglement hidden behind this seemingly childlike fight.
The fight between the two brothers is not so much about a letter or a photo, but rather a release of long-standing emotions, a settlement of past grievances, or some deep regret. The struggle of secrets hidden in the heart. You know, it was Albus Dumbledore who endured everything back then.
He shouldered the responsibilities that his brother should bear.
However.
Doesn’t this great white wizard have any resentment towards his younger brother? Of course not, he has always been rational enough to bury and seal his emotions deep in his heart.
The photos suspected to have been stolen by Aberforth were just an introduction. Aberforth's unreasonable and direct action now was the stimulus to uncover the scars in Albus Dumbledore's heart. Compared to his elder brother Albus Dumbledore, this Dumbledore's restraint is not that outstanding.
Of course.
Aberforth would attack Albus Dumbledore directly for a similar reason. In Aberforth’s memory, the person who killed Ariana was Albus Dumbledore. , so he has hated Albus Dumbledore for many years, and even planned an action to kill Albus Dumbledore.
Perhaps there is a compromise in the relationship now.
It’s just that the hatred accumulated over the years is difficult to eliminate in a short time.
"Until now, Aberforth has not said anything about the Resurrection Stone. He is really tough on his words. There is no guarantee that the photos in Principal Dumbledore's letter were really stolen by him."
Ian witnessed the whole battle between two centenarians He watched the old-age hot-blooded series with relish. At the same time, he also noticed that Aberforth never revealed the counterfeit goods he handed over. He might have thought that Albus Dumbledore could get it. Is it because of the Resurrection Stone?
I guess I want to take it back and study it secretly.
Look at it from this point.
This guy was indeed sure from the beginning that Albus Dumbledore would not look through his memories - he was very shrewd and had more intelligence than the reckless character he showed.
"I don't know where he got the idea that the Resurrection Stone was with me." Ian saw Albus Dumbledore tired from beating him, and he slumped down next to Aberforth, who looked like a soft-footed shrimp.
He saw Albus Dumbledore suddenly raising his head and looking in the direction of the door. His heart immediately tightened, and his legs ran away faster than his brain could react. Even if he turned on the Illusion Curse, he felt that it was not safe, so he ran away for more than ten meters and ran straight towards the stairs that started to change.
Fortunately, he jumped to the top of the stairs in time, and when he turned around, he didn't see Albus Dumbledore chasing him out. Then he felt his pounding heart and breathed a sigh of relief.
"The old headmaster is still the old headmaster..." Ian was not afraid that Albus Dumbledore would kill him, he just wanted to avoid the trouble of dealing with the old man's insistence that he was just passing by. Just when Ian was riding the changing stairs all the way down, preparing to go to the Hogwarts kitchen to eat something to calm down his shock.
Inside the Owlhouse.
"Just now, someone was kidnapped."
The person who spoke was not Albus Dumbledore, but Aberforth, who was lying on the ground with his hands spread out and his nose and face swollen. He was so weak that he seemed to be at risk at any time. The sound of dying still has a bit of a big tongue feeling. This was obviously because Aberforth's tongue was swollen by Albus Dumbledore.
"I know."
Sitting on the ground, Albus Dumbledore was breathing heavily. His physical strength was obviously consumed by the fight just now, and he took it out. The old wand was just a piece of hay hanging down to the ground from the hand on his knee. Looking back at Aberforth who was starting to foam, Albus Dumbledore threw over a bottle of potion.
“Gugu gugu~”
Aberforth, who really felt that he was about to faint, quickly grabbed the potion and drank it with all his strength. He did not doubt whether Albus Dumbledore would poison it.
"You said that there was a rat in your school. Was it a rat just now?" The bruises and swelling on Aberforth's face did not subside, but he spoke a little more fluently.
He also had the strength to support his body and sit up. The anger and annoyance from the fight just now disappeared, and the look in Albus Dumbledore's eyes became much calmer.
“No.”
Albus Dumbledore, with his disheveled hair, stabbing hay on the ground with the Elder Wand, was reflected in his deep eyes. The pattern drawn on the ground.
Symbol of the Three Holy Vessels.
"It's just little wizards who stay up late at night and wander around the school at night... This is very common." Albus Dumbledore did not turn his head to touch Aberforth's eyes.
He answered Aberforth's curiosity seemingly casually. Obviously, even with the protection of the Disillusionment Curse, Ian still could not escape Albus Dumbledore's perception.
However.
The headmaster of Hogwarts does not seem to want to tell the whole truth to Aberforth. Perhaps as he said, there are some things that he does not want to expose to Aberforth, who has a weak psychological ability. Know.
They are brothers after all.
Just give him a beating.
There is no need to ask the other party to go back and hang themselves.
......
Remove the Illusion Curse.
Ian had a full meal and drink in the Hogwarts kitchen, and was sent away by the elves like a leader who had joined the ministry. He began to wander the corridors as a Hogwarts street kid.
You have to digest food after meals.
This is insurance to avoid becoming a fat person, and it is also an effective after-meal measure to prevent acid reflux at night. People who eat late night snacks and then go to bed have probably experienced acid reflux.
"Fat Madam, why did you come to visit us in the hall?" While Ian was familiar with the uncommon routes in Hogwarts, he also met the fat man who came to visit other portraits in the middle of the night. lady. She was supposed to be at the door to the Gryffindor common room, opening and closing the door as the porter of the Gryffindor common room.
Just like the bronze eagle head of Ravenclaw, the Fat Lady has always been regarded as a reliable "housekeeper aunt", but apparently the Fat Lady is sometimes not as dedicated as everyone described.
To be honest, Ian was just surprised and said hello to the Fat Madam. He never thought that the Fat Madam would look as flustered as someone who was caught slacking off.
“I’ll go back immediately!”
She hurriedly disappeared from a picture of a witch drinking tea by the river, leaving only the witch who had just made tea from the river and walked back. Then he looked blankly at the empty grassland around him.
"Ms. Violet, have you seen that young Gryffindor recently?" Of course Ian was still thinking about Gryffindor's treasures, and he even instigated the rebellion of almost all the portraits in the school. , even the older version of Gryffindor vowed to help him catch his younger self.
The little wizard felt that this was due to his promise to draw more entertainment items for the portraits.
"No, we are all helping you find him, but we have not seen him in all the portraits these days. I think he was probably bitten to death by your hound in a corner." Witch Violet was a little helpless. Looking at Ian, she placed the pot of tea in her hand on the lawn.
"My precious zombie dog will not kill any portraits! And it must have been killed by a Gryffindor!" Ian defends his kindness and the reputation of the "late" evil dog .
But the expression on the face of the witch Violet became even weirder.
"Zombie dog...isn't this name dangerous enough?" Witch Violet swore that she had never seen such an abstract portrait, and her teeth were almost longer than her arms.
When Ian's hound chased the young Gryffindor all over Hogwarts, that dog was seen in most of the portraits. To this day, there are still many portraits where the dog is unknown. Can "live".
A group of portraits have discussed this issue, and they feel that the only reasonable explanation is that the spirit of this little wizard booked by Hogwarts must be somewhat inexplicable.
How else would it be possible to “animate” that abstract hunting dog?
"I know you have a good reputation for portraits. As long as you can help me find that guy, I can draw you a dozen Slavs to grow tea for you."
Ian Started to draw a pie.
"Child, you can't grow anything in the portrait..." Violet, the witch, showed a slightly nostalgic expression, "But I really want to have a group of black male slaves."
She licked her lips as she spoke.
Ian didn’t dare to ask any more questions.
“Deal!”
He could only pretend that he didn’t think of anything, and clapped his hands with the witch Violet through the frame. These wizards who lived in the Middle Ages had Sometimes hobbies are really hard to describe.
One of the portraits of Ravenclaw became the portrait of many gamblers in Hogwarts today because he added a pair of playing cards and a large gambling table to the portrait when he was practicing. Go secretly to a gambling establishment.
A major unsolved mystery of Hogwarts was born because of this, because many young wizards were in the corridors of Hogwarts and saw many knights who had lost their armor, or who had lost their swords and were only left in their pants. The swordsmen, those guys who lost everything, even caused the professors to temporarily block some corridors to prevent the little wizards from entering.
Not even a hair.
Too much not suitable for children.
"Perhaps you should also look for some places that our portraits cannot reach. Gryffindor is the founder after all, and his portrait may have a wider range of activities than us."
< br>The witch Violet walked back to the lawn, and then gave her own advice.
"I'm exploring unknown corners now." Ian fully agreed with this view. Of course, he was not just going out on the street to patrol the portraits to see if they abide by their duties.
Farewell to the portrait of the witch Violet, Ian continued to wander around the huge castle according to the signs on the Marauder's Map. He soon discovered other little wizards traveling at night.
They are the Weasley twins of Gryffindor.
George Weasley and Fred Weasley.
The red hair and freckles are the characteristics of their family. Although the Weasley twins look exactly the same, they still have some slight differences in personality and some subtle aspects.
certainly.
The two of them are similar in that they like pranks and are brave. They are also quite talented in alchemy. Not only are they good at Quidditch, they will also be the future founders of Weasley's Magic Joke Shop. . This store specializes in selling a variety of magical prank toys, such as fat tongue toffees, burping candies, canary cookies and other props. These products are not only loved by Hogwarts students, but also bring them a lot of fun and trouble.
“The unlucky brothers.”
Ian does not have a good impression of the Weasley twins, because the products of these two brothers have dominated the Hogwarts market, causing him to lose a lot of money. A sum of gold galleons was credited to the account.
There are so many rumors about Ian, and these two brothers also take great credit. Of course, Ian believed that the Weasley brothers had no ill intentions, but this did not prevent him from turning his mouth upward when he saw the two of them being caught on a night out.
It's like cat and mouse.
Or it could be that the mouse was playing with the cat, and then it suddenly overturned. It was really funny - Ian stood on the stairs and saw the funny scene below.
"This way! Quick! George!"
George quickly ran and hid behind a pair of armor. He called to his brother. Soon, the other troublemaker among the twins came Also appears in the scene below the stairs.
Fred Weasley also immediately found an armor and hid behind it. Then, after a while, the administrator Filch, who had difficulty with his legs and feet, also appeared in the field of vision.
"Where's the person? I clearly saw the person!" Not only was he unable to move, but his physical strength was obviously not as good as that of the young man. Now that his cat was not around, he seemed to have lost his eyes.
One thing to say is that the reason why many people find the administrator Filch difficult is actually because of the cat named Mrs. Norris that Filch raised.
This cat is the real "catcher". Not only does it move much faster than Filch, it also has sharp senses and is extremely smart and difficult to get rid of.
If a night wanderer is found, the cat will tip off Filch, and Filch, who is familiar with some of the secret passages in Hogwarts, can intercept the little wizard who is wandering at night through the secret passage in advance. .
Of course.
Filch was not able to get help from the cat tonight because his cat was caught and locked up in a cage by Ian before dinner due to a sneak attack on Ian. It placed Mrs. Norris in a room full of dried fish, and the special cage could not catch the dried fish at all.
This is definitely the best punishment for Mrs. Loris.
Perhaps Ian's own act of revenge also inadvertently helped the Weasley brothers. Filch stood in the hall and looked around, but he didn't notice anything wrong with the standing armors.
“Clang~”
There was a slight noise from a place in the distance, which immediately attracted Filch’s attention.
"Over there!"
He seemed to be very sure of his own judgment, and immediately limped towards the place where the sound came from. After the alarm was lifted, the two brothers got out from behind the armor.
“He is such an idiot.”
George wiped the corners of his mouth. He was still eating snacks when he was hiding.
"I dare say that if he didn't catch us, he would be too angry to sleep tonight." Fred Weasley also proudly snatched the snacks from his brother's hand.
"We have to quickly explore the lair of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. The Marauder's Map shows that he is not in the office. I bet his office must have a lot of evidence of criminal violations."
George sorted out what he had just done because of his escape. Somewhat disheveled clothing. Obviously, the reason for their night out tonight was to provoke the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Probably out of curiosity.
But Ian felt that the two brothers might really be tired of living.
"Maybe we can get a special contribution award for this! Dumbledore will give us extra points! We will become the big heroes among Gryffindor!"
Fred's expression was full of yearning.
"Maybe Dumbledore will give us permission to go out at night in the future and supervise the safety of the entire school for him." George also agreed with expectation, which fully demonstrated that the two brothers really sang in harmony.
Just when the two were about to start their adventure.
“Crash~”
Suddenly.
A figure suddenly emerged from the wall behind them, directly knocking down the armor that George had used to hide, and immediately pressed the unresponsive George under the armor.
"Sure enough, Hogwarts at night is more exciting than during the day." Ian saw Peeves immediately got into the wall after the sneak attack was completed. His elusive operation was indeed a bit too skillful.
"My back! Fred! I feel like my kidneys must have been crushed!"
The full-body armor that had not been spared was extremely heavy, and George struggled to remove it. He pushed away, and upon seeing this, Fred immediately cursed "Damn Peeves" and stepped forward to help.
Fred just took out his wand.
"Don't scold me!"
Peeves came out from the other side again. In Ian's stunned eyes, who was watching everything on the stairs, he was actually "possessed" in another armor. .
"Peeves doesn't have this ability, does he?"
Ian's eyes widened.
Of course.
His eyes were definitely not as wide as those of George and Fred, because after Peeves entered the armor, the armor bared its teeth and claws and rushed towards Fred like a wild boar.
I pounced directly on him.
The next moment.
Fred was also pressed under the armor. The panting Peeves immediately got out of the armor, then pulled up various other heavy objects and other armors and pressed them on the two brothers.
"This is the price for offending me! Just a little bit~ You didn't expect me to become so powerful, right?" Peeves made a face at the two yelling brothers.
"Why is Peeves here!"
"Let us go! Peeves! You little bastard!"
......
The words of the two brothers made Peeves was unhappy.
"You should beg me! Although that won't let me let you go! But now your attitude..." Peeves immediately floated to the place where Filch left.
"Here! Those two annoying brats are here! They are so abominable! Not only do they not praise me! They also scold me! They need to be punished more severely!"
While shouting.
Peeves' figure disappeared from Ian's sight.
"George! My wand! My wand seems to have been crushed!"
"Stop screaming! Fred! We have to find a way to save ourselves quickly!"
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The two unlucky brothers were pressed under a pile of armor. They yelled, poked their heads out and looked around, and then they saw Ian standing on the stairs.
"Prince!"
They saw Ian, but before they had time to call for help, they were caught by the administrator who came over, their faces showing everything. The expression of despair.
"It's them, right!" Filch returned to the hall under the leadership of Peeves. This was definitely a moment when he had rarely received help from Peeves for many years.
“Where is the little wizard who walks at night?”
Filch looked around impatiently. Without the help of a flashlight and a cat, his vision at night would probably be a problem.
"You should say to me - great Peeves, please tell me where the prisoner you captured is!" Although Peeves complained, he still brought Filch to the twins.
“It’s over!”
The twins looked ashen.
“I discovered them first!”
Filch immediately wanted to take credit.
"You don't have this ability, it's my ability that's great!" Peeves sneered.
He was not wrong.
As the caretaker of Hogwarts, after losing his cat, Filch does not have the ability to catch outstanding night walkers. Most of the time, he is the one who is tricked by the night walkers. Poor thing.
"Damn Peeves! You clearly hate Filch too!"
"Why should you make Filch happy? You are betraying your own life creed!"
George and Fred shouted loudly, their tone of voice was angry, and their expressions were as uncomfortable as their dead lovers, Apparently, he regarded being caught by Filch as a great shame.
"I hate you guys even more, hee hee." Peeves made a face at the two brothers. He seemed to think that the situation where the two brothers were being suppressed was not very safe, so he moved to the side again. Here comes a bunch of shit.
"Little wizard! Not sleeping! Running around! You deserve punishment!" Peeves seemed to be singing a cheerful song, and George and Fred's heads were almost completely consumed by the things he brought. Bury it in.
"You will be punished! Peeves!"
George Weasley's curse came from the debris.
"That's right! You will be expelled from school!"
Fred obviously also understood Peeves' fear very well, which may be why Peeves hates them so much. Even the mischievous elf doesn't like others to know his secrets.
"Shut up! You two annoying Gryffindor students!" Filch roared through gritted teeth, but it didn't scare George and Fred.
They are still sighing.
"I have seen you wreaking havoc in the school more than once at night, violating the school's rules, and trampling on the original order of the school with your despicable behavior!"
"I finally caught you today... I must use cruel punishment to teach you a lesson!" Filch looked like he had gotten his revenge, and the triumphant expression on his face was quite strong.
"You don't have that right!"
"Yes! The school will not allow you to hang us up and beat us like in the old days! The most you can do is put us in solitary confinement once!" The two brothers said to each other He obviously doesn't care about the punishment he will receive.
The indifference on their faces instantly angered Filch.
"I will propose to Dumbledore! Deal with you stubborn villains! We should restore the previous punishment! Only handcuffs, whips and candles can make you reform!"
Filch started viciously Threatened, spittle flew into the air. "Who are you trying to scare?"
George finally raised his head.
"Peeves has to pay me for his wand!"
Fred's head was still mourning loudly in the debris.
"Oh, you two bastard brats don't need wands anymore, because you will be expelled from Hogwarts, and your parents will cry bitterly and take you back to your rat's nest."
Filch smiled with a sinister expression.
"This sinister accent... I must have learned it from a hot man." Seeing the farce end, Ian was already slowly walking down the stairs.
George poked his head out and winked at him, as if to remind Ian to run away before Filch noticed, as the night walkers still had to keep some kind of fire in the queue.
"You can't scare me! Dumbledore won't fire us!" His voice suddenly became very loud, probably because he wanted to attract attention for Ian.
However, Filch is still an experienced person after all. He immediately noticed George's little thoughts, turned his head suddenly and looked at the twins with his back turned, waving his hands as if to say "goodbye" of Ian.
At this time, Ian was walking towards the basement, and he had no intention of hiding his thoughts, because he had already realized two days ago that he only had to worry about being caught by the professor.
Filch still indulged him quite a bit, maybe because he said some nice words to Filch, or maybe because Filch knew that he was a good student who would not easily violate school rules.
No.
Despite seeing Ian.
Filch was just stunned for a moment.
Then he turned his head back as if he hadn't seen anything.
"I have to lock you up first."
Filch continued to threaten the Weasley brothers in a sinister manner.
"Huh?"
George was confused when he poked his head out of the debris. He couldn't understand why such a big piece of little wizard was not far away, and Filch, who had always been "hateful of evil", would choose to ignore it.
"Didn't you see it? Over there! There is someone!" George didn't care about the fire that protected the night tour team. He only felt that he might have seen some dirty thing disguised as a little wizard?
"Who are you! Still talking nonsense! You are still unrepentant!" Filch had no intention of looking back, and Snape's warning still rang in his ears.
"You have to be lucky that you didn't catch him, otherwise, if you were turned into some strange creature and thrown into the sewer, Dumbledore would never mourn for you."
It was Filch's nature to bully the weak and fear the strong. He had actually discovered traces of Ian's night walks and went to Snape to complain. However, Snape's words made him think deeply and fearfully.
Especially after inquiring into various rumors and learning about the books that Ian usually borrowed from Mrs. Pince, Filch finally became wiser for once in his life.
He infected himself with the strange disease of selective blindness.
No way.
After all.
For a young wizard who seemed harmless, but with Dumbledore's approval, he could do whatever he wanted in the Restricted Book Zone as if he were home, and even borrowed a lot of dark magic books.
How dare he provoke a little administrator?
On the surface, he is a student.
But there is someone really covering you from above!
The most powerful person in Hogwarts is still behind it!
"Fred! Fred! You should have seen it just now! There... was that guy standing there at the stairs!" George panicked immediately after discovering Filch's strange behavior.
He is obviously still a little inexperienced in the world.
"Who are you talking about?"
Fred finally poked his head out, "I didn't see anything, I only saw my broken wand. Mom will definitely Want to stuff me back into her belly!”
Without being verified by his brother, George’s face became paler.
"Peeves! You must have seen it!"
George grabbed the last straw. He looked at Peeves, who had been silent for a long time. This shout made Peeves stand in the corner. The ghost was furious.
"I didn't see anything! You evil little wizard! Don't try to harm the great Lord Peeves!" Peeves immediately sat on George's face.
"You are so evil! I'm going to shut your mouth!"
Peeves pressed George's head hard, and George, who was a little out of breath, did not call for help. Yelling, because his heart has been hit by an indescribable shock.
A dirty thing that even Peeves is afraid of!
How dirty is this?
They may have accidentally discovered another strange creature hidden in Hogwarts!
……
Watched two good shows in a row.
Ian came to the basement to explore where the Gryffindor portrait might be hidden. However, he obviously didn't expect that the nightlife at Hogwarts was much more exciting than he imagined.
In front of the abandoned classroom where Aurora and Aurora had witnessed Quirrell contacting Voldemort, Ian was really just passing by, and never thought that he would see the complete form of Quirrell covered in garlic inside.
There was no evil ritual being performed, but the threatened party was directly pressed against the wall. The man in black robe who grabbed Quirrell's collar was a powerful dark wizard.
Ian immediately cast the Disillusionment Curse on himself again.
Tonight’s third show is taking place.
"Don't think of me as your enemy. I don't think you want to be my enemy?" Snape, Ian's good uncle, stared at the trembling Quirrell with a cold tone.
"I...I don't know what you are talking about, Professor Snape, really..." Quirrell looked extremely timid, and his stammering voice was full of nervousness.
"No, on the contrary, you know exactly what I mean." Snape grabbed Quirrell's neck hard, as if he was trying to lift Quirrell directly.
Such a familiar conversation.
It makes Ian feel as if he has become Harry Potter - of course, the difference is that he will not report Snape, nor will he feel that Snape is doing something evil.
"I really... really don't know what happened in the Forbidden Forest. Please, Snape... let me go." Quirrell was begging Snape like a bullied dog.
Snape was unmoved.
"I know you have left school, huh, I have a way to figure out where anyone is at any time." Snape said with a gloomy sneer.
"I contracted... some diseases while traveling, and it only broke out when I returned to school, so I went to Hogward Village to buy medicine. I just didn't want to trouble you."
Qi Luo seemed to have found a reasonable excuse long ago.
Snape still sneered.
"You are very strict with your mouth, which is good. It won't be long before you have time to think it over and decide who you are loyal to, we will talk again."
After all, he He let go of the Muggle studies professor in front of him, and after giving him a stern warning, he waved his cloak and quickly left the classroom.
Ian continued to stay at the gate.
He watched Quirrell, who had collapsed on the ground, finally stand up again. He stuck his head out of the window and looked around for a while, and then he seemed to be talking to himself in the abandoned classroom.
"Master... Master... Snape seems to have discovered our secret. We have to kill him. You... you need to use your power to kill him."
Quirrell's voice was full of resentment. In his tone, he obviously deeply resented Snape's humiliation, and he didn't know whether this rising emotion was influenced by the Dark Lord.
"Severus Snape...he was my extremely loyal servant." A sharp voice suddenly appeared without Quirrell speaking.
Echoing gently in the empty classroom.
The voice was very soft, but it revealed an extremely gloomy and irritable feeling. Ian couldn't tell for a moment whether the voice came from the top of Quirrell's head.
After all, he was just standing outside the classroom as a peeping tom.
"He must have betrayed you a long time ago! Dumbledore has attached great importance to him over the years! Maybe... maybe the setback you encountered is the reason why he is behind the scenes!"
Strange Law began to crazily smear Snape, and even risked mentioning the fall of Voldemort. Such insane behavior immediately caused him to encounter punishment from Voldemort.
“Ahhh!!”
I don’t know what Voldemort did. I can only see Quirrell covering his head in pain, and his whole body fell down like a rotten fish. The ground twitched crazily.
"I was wrong! Master! I was wrong!"
His hysterical begging for mercy did not make Voldemort soft-hearted.
Ten minutes later.
Ian felt that Quirrell was about to be tortured to death. Only then did Voldemort stop his punishment on Quirrell. Quirrell collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath and continued to twitch for a while before slowly Slow down.
“What makes you so bold?”
That gloomy voice sounded slightly again.
"I'm sorry! Master! I was blinded by hatred! Snape has always looked down on me and always liked to humiliate me. I really hope you can seek justice for me."
< br>"He must have betrayed you..." Quirrell spoke more like a doormat at this time. He curled up on the ground and his tone was extremely cautious and a bit flattering.
"I have made my own decision about how to deal with him." Voldemort continued in a low voice, "I am still relatively weak now. I have recovered some strength and need to use it to kill the clown writer."
< br>"We must get the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts... Only in this way can we have more opportunities to gain access to the Philosopher's Stone hidden by Dumbledore."
Voldemort may have done it for the Sorcerer's Stone, but he may also have done it for his obsession. Quirrell, who had just been punished, naturally did not dare to refute his decision.
"I will try my best to help you..."
Qi Luo responded humbly.
"Get closer to him first, and then find a time to ask the professor to go to Hogsmeade Village. Don't leave any clues that will be caught. We can do it there."
Voldemort issued the order with malice.
"Okay, Master."
Qi Luo was a little hesitant. After a moment of hesitation, he couldn't help but ask carefully, "Do you need a longer recovery time? That way we can be safer?"
He obviously felt that he was cautious enough.
However.
Voldemort punished him again, turning him into a twisted man "dancing" on the ground again. His painful moans made Ian feel a little pitiful and unbearable.
"It's just a third-rate wizard. I don't want you to have such doubts again." This time, Voldemort did not torture Quirrell for too long.
"I understand! I won't do it anymore! I obey orders! I will obey all your orders!" Quirrell said with fear. When he got up from the ground, he had already left a stain on the place. .
"Damn guy! Go back and change your pants!!"
Voldemort screamed and roared, he really knew how to torture his servants.
“Hiss~ That’s it!”
Ian watched Quirrell walk out of the classroom while holding on to the wall, and then disappeared around the corner. After all, he did not take out his wand in an attempt to nip the danger in the bud.
"After all, Voldemort really knows how to seek death." Ian knew very well that Voldemort in the state of Quirrell + the remnant soul could not even be Grindelwald's opponent in the sleepwalking state.
There was no need for him to involve himself in adventure again.
"It's time to calm down, otherwise my good uncle will definitely target me crazily and deduct points from Ravenclaw House." Ian glanced at the evidence of "getting angry" that Quirrell left in the classroom. , just planned to continue exploring the secret passages in the basement to find the portrait of Gryffindor, but when walking deep into the basement, he saw the figure of the black bat.
Just outside the office door.
Snape seemed to have been standing here waiting for something. Ian was very glad that he had not revoked the Disillusionment Curse and was immediately ready to go around Snape and move on. He felt that he should have the Marauder's Map in his hand at all times when traveling at night, otherwise he would not be able to pinpoint where he would find trouble again.
Just when Ian set rules for himself.
"Appear quickly."
Snape suddenly raised his wand and cast the spell in the direction of Ian. Suddenly, Ian, who was in the state of the Disguise Curse, The little black feet were immediately revealed.
In the blink of an eye, his entire body was exposed to Snape's vision.
"Huh?"
Ian was a little confused.
"It seems that you came here to remind me on purpose that I should let you fulfill your punishment of confinement." Snape gritted his teeth, rushed forward and grabbed Ian's back collar.
"How could you know where I was! I used the Disillusionment Curse!" Ian was speechless. It didn't matter if Dumbledore could detect him, why couldn't he even hide it from Snape?
Is this still the Body Disguise Curse?
Might as well call it a curse full of loopholes!
"At least you haven't been discovered by Quirrell and the soul of the person in him." Snape obviously already knew Quirrell's secret, but he didn't choose to reveal it just now.
“So, you can see through the Disillusionment Curse?”
Ian only cares about this.
“Can’t.”
Snape responded succinctly.
"I knew this afternoon that you wouldn't be honest, so I sprinkled some potion on you in advance. Haha, as expected, you tried to get involved in something you shouldn't get involved with."
< br>Snape watched Ian sniffing left and right, and even raised his arm to smell the squeak. Nest, his eyelids twitched, "Stop looking, I won't use words that can make you smell something wrong on a treacherous brat like you. Do you think I'm one of those stupid pharmacists at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies?" ”
God knows why he wanted to diss the innocent magic hospital.
"How long will it last?" Ian didn't get any response from Snape. He found himself being carried towards the grocery room, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"You really don't want me to clean the toilet now, do you?"
Ian tried to win Snape's sympathy with his pitiful performance, but the head of Slytherin did not do it. The move showed him what true ruthlessness is.
"This is the punishment you have never fulfilled."
Snape went directly to the grocery room, found a set of dung collector's clothes and put them on Ian, like After dressing the doll, he put a mop and a urinal in Ian's hand.
"It's bedtime! If you don't sleep, you won't grow taller!" Ian still tried to avoid cleaning the toilet, but he found that Snape also cast a spell on his wand. .
"You blocked my wand's ability to cast spells?"
Ian's eyes widened, "I will be caught and killed by Quirrell! You know how much he hates me! Him and his ass The guy will make me into a little wizard jerky!"
His words made Snape slightly stunned.
"On the butt..."
This may be something Snape failed to discover.
"Casting spells is a right that every wizard should enjoy! You can't take away my rights! I'm going to find Dumbledore!" Ian's yelling immediately made Snape's eyelids twitch wildly.
"You uneducated guy, can't you learn anything else except black magic? I just cast a small trick on your wand that allows me to sense whether you release magic. It's just a means!" Snape really felt that Ian was a bit biased, Li Huoshao was so scary but he didn't even understand the knowledge he learned in fourth grade.
"Okay..."
Ian's voice weakened, but he was still quite unwilling to do so. He had only been chasing Voldemort throughout the Forbidden Forest in the afternoon. How could he be reduced to this now? Got a Hogwarts janitor.
"I have done meritorious service for Hogwarts. I have almost shed blood for Hogwarts." His retort was obviously not approved by Snape.
"Before morning, I want to see that all toilets are clean, otherwise, I will punish your friends severely." Snape thought he had found Ian's destiny.
However.
"You're not punishing me? That's great!"
Ian threw away the tools in his hands in surprise.
“??????”
This time it was Snape's turn to be confused. He thought he had studied Ian relatively clearly, but he didn't expect that Ian's reaction was completely different from what he imagined.
Seeing Ian act like a fool, he wanted to run away.
"Do you still have money left with me so that I can send it back to your dilapidated orphanage at Christmas." Snape, who was in a hurry, finally made Ian stop.
“You’re cruel!”
Ian cursed and picked up the tool. He began to clean the toilet under Snape's supervision. It was not dirty, after all, the little wizard sometimes used cleaning spells on the toilet before using it.
Mainly mopping the floor and cleaning the sinks and faucets is particularly troublesome. After all, the water quality here in the UK is very hard, and some toilets that are not commonly used accumulate a lot of gray-white sediment.
If there was magic, the problem could be solved with a wave of the hand, but now Ian finally realized the discomfort of not being able to use magic. He completed the cleaning of two toilets one after another under the supervision of Snape.
"Speed up."
Snape probably felt that Ian had resigned himself to his fate. He chose to go back to sleep while Ian was cleaning the second floor. Ian was indeed an honest cleaner. Arrived at the broken toilet.
Toilets that are commonly used by some people do not need much cleaning. It is this kind of broken toilet that is the most troublesome, especially when there is a ghost inside.
"It's a boy! This is the women's room!" Moaning Myrtle was disturbed by Ian's cleaning movements and let out a shameful scream after floating out of the stall.
"Although you are good-looking, you should not enter the women's restroom." She reprimanded Ian for his immoral behavior, but her expression looked more like shyness.
Half of this ghost's body was hidden in the cubicle, except for his head that emerged from the cubicle.
"This is all Snape's fault! I suggest you go look for him in his bed!" Ian was cleaning the faucet in the bathroom. He knew that there was a secret room in front of a certain faucet. Entrance.
"I will report you to the professors... Of course, if you can come and talk to me occasionally, maybe I will..." The shy Myrtle also planned to reach some kind of agreement with Ian.
However.
“Open!”
Ian touched a faucet with an Ouroboros relief. The "Book of Parseltongue" he had studied for so long made him feel itchy, and he spoke lightly. Qing said to the faucet.
This not only interrupted Myrtle's words, but also made Myrtle's expression immediately frightened. His voice was a strange and peculiar hissing sound in Myrtle's ears. .
“It’s you!!!”
Myrtle seemed to be reminded of some terrible memories, and she screamed loudly and got into the toilet, causing the toilet water to splash and make a very eye-catching sound.
“…”
Ian looked at the compartment where Myrtle disappeared. When he looked back again, he found that the faucet in front of him began to twist, and there were countless mechanical ones. The voices sounded one after another.
Soon.
The entire sink began to slowly descend, sinking into the ground, revealing a secret passage. A large hole as black as ink was reflected in Ian's eyes.
"This...is a little different from what I thought?" Ian was thinking about the basilisk before he entered school. He had made a lot of preparations, but now he just wanted to go in and take away the precious snake skin.
Nothing more.
The door to the secret room opened in the bathroom was somewhat different from the pipe leading straight down in his memory. There was actually a staircase winding downwards inside.
It is not a slide that is supposed to be full of screams and fun.
"My precious basilisk won't be gone, right?" Ian got into it, and the mechanism behind him kept turning and closing. He took out his wand and then remembered that Snape had left a mark on his wand. imprint.
"Fortunately, I'm well prepared."
Ian took out a lantern emitting white light from his purse. He still held the wand in his other hand. After all, this strange secret room entrance and He imagined there was some difference.
"It was my good uncle who sent me to the gate. It's not my fault." Ian walked all the way down, and he found himself a fairly defensible reason for "adventure".
It was similar to the secret passages he had walked through before. The only difference was that it was not shown on the Marauder's Map. Ian found that there was water seepage in the direction above his head that was common in other secret passages.
Fortunately, it’s not much, it doesn’t smell bad, and you don’t need an umbrella. With the light of the alchemical creation in his hand, Ian walked down the stairs for more than 20 minutes.
"I won't go directly to the center of the earth, right?" His geography score was actually good, but he was just expressing his shock. The light of the lantern could not illuminate the area below at all.
Not only was it bottomless, but as he went further down, Ian also found that the terrain began to become complicated, like a huge maze, and many branching roads began to appear on both sides of the stairs.
He hesitated for a moment.
Still continuing down the widest staircase - after half an hour or so, the air even became a little dull and stale.
“What is this place?”
Ian finally reached the bottom. He saw dark blue candles starting to light up on the surrounding rock walls, and the ground changed from rough stone steps to marble tiles.
Smooth and translucent.
It seems as if it has never been contaminated by the slightest dust.
There is a passage ahead that is similar to the corridor of Hogwarts Castle, leading directly to somewhere underground, but Ian is not in a hurry to explore this secret place.
“Be careful when sailing the ship of ten thousand years.”
He carefully checked that there were no mechanisms around the passage, and even took out a replica of the one in the Room of Requirement training room. He walked up and down the passage several times before confirming that this was not some kind of assassination break-in. After entering the enemy's area, he cautiously moved forward while still maintaining vigilance.
Nothing happened until the end of the passage. Only the candles on the left and right kept lighting up where Ian walked, illuminating the road ahead for him.
These candles are not ordinary things. They seem to be condensed by some kind of magic. The flames jump, emitting a soft and warm light, illuminating the corridor like daylight without losing its original appearance. of solemnity and mystery.
"I really think of the founder of the school with a villain's heart. How could they set up any dangerous traps in the school." Ian breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out of the passage.
The next moment.
"Hua Hua Hua~"
The extremely noisy movement startled him, and his wand was already raised to release [Shadowless Storm]. Fortunately, the sudden movement was just thousands of candles. All ignited.
Such a scene is extremely beautiful, with thousands of wisps of flames rising almost at the same time, filling the air with a warm and slightly blue atmosphere. The firelight swayed, reflecting the outline of the surrounding scenery, making the entire space bright and soft, as if it was lightly covered with a soft golden gauze.
“Hiss~”
Candles illuminated the vast hall.
It also shocked the little wizard who had already had a lot of mental preparations and guesses.
See.
In the huge palace that is as vast as a prairie, the ground shines with golden light as if it is covered with gold. It may be gold rather than ordinary stone slabs or soil.
And this is not the most shocking scene for Ian. The reason why he, who has already seen a lot, took a breath of cold air is that there are other things existing in this shocking place. .
"Don't disturb the sleeping dragon..."
The dragon's bones were reflected in Ian's eyes.
The huge body blocks out the sky and the sun.
Like a mountain.
The feeling of oppression coming towards my face makes my heart palpitate.
(End of this chapter)