A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 58 The Flooded Castle

"...You stayed up most of the night. Don't tell me that you got lost in the castle until now..."

Professor McGonagall was wearing an orange nightgown, with a curling iron on her head, and was scolding the two little Ravenclaw witches she had captured.

"Who?" She suddenly looked towards the end of the corridor in annoyance, and realized that someone had just run past. As a witch with profound magic power, she couldn't hide the poor illusion spell from her.

She picked up her wand and was about to catch the guy who was passing by grandly, but she saw a box with a red and black diamond pattern thrown from the other side of the corridor and landed not far from her.

This provocation made Professor McGonagall even more angry. As soon as she raised her wand, she saw a clown's head pop out from the top of the box, and then quickly expanded like a balloon, filling the entire corridor exit.

"Interesting little trick." Professor McGonagall's lips moved slightly, as if she slightly curved the corners of her lips, "But it's not up to par..."

She waved her magic wand, and the clown's head exploded with a "bang" in front of her.

With the sound of balloons exploding, countless balloons, flowers, ribbons and colored paper poured out, filling the entire corridor faster than before, engulfing Professor McGonagall and the three of them.

Professor McGonagall waved her magic wand, causing these colorful little things to separate into a passage, and dragged the two erring students out of the corridor calmly, but the guy who threw the box had already run away.

"Littering, I hope Mr. Filch can accept this little surprise." She glanced at the crowded corridor and muttered in a not too bad mood.

"Owen, I wouldn't be surprised at all if we are expelled after tonight." Harry's voice was a little dazed.

Caught off guard, Owen and Harry who were close to each other were overwhelmed by endless white paper. The white paper filled the corridor like a wave and flowed out along the corridor, forcing the professors who were rushing over to stop.

He could only use magic spells to protect himself and the students around him.

Owen was currently waving his wand in the pile of white paper, struggling to get close to the fax machine that was spitting out paper like crazy. The spell separated the white paper around him, leaving room for him to live in. Harry no longer knew that he was being

Where did he rush to? He couldn't care about the poor guy now.

"Phew, I finally found you." Owen finally stopped in front of the fax machine and clenched his fists with a half-smile.

"Mom...wuwuwu..."

"For example, something like flooding the entire castle." Owen said casually, throwing out the last box at hand.

Owen raised his fist, stared at the fax machine with squinted eyes, and suddenly asked with a smile: "What is the exact value of pi?"

The Mantra Fax Machine is all white and looks like an ordinary Muggle fax machine, not bulky at all. A line of letters flashes on the small green screen: What's your question?

"Hurry...the professor is here!" Harry urged. He saw Professor Snape floating over quickly like a big black bat, and Professor McGonagall followed hurriedly.

"Who did it? Stop that thing!"

The fax machine that was spewing out paper suddenly stopped, then suddenly became illusory, and disappeared silently. The surging wave of white paper finally stopped, making everyone sigh in relief.

He wanted to slap himself now, why did he ask this question out of the blue? In other words, he was very surprised that the fax machine could answer this question. After all, according to his reasoning, the fax machine could only answer what others knew.

Answer.

These white papers full of numbers are still pouring out endlessly, rushing towards corridors, classrooms and stairs. The little wizards who are curious and come to watch the excitement never dream that one day they will

I was almost buried alive in countless sheets of white paper.

The flickering screen of the fax machine paused for a moment, and then countless sheets of white paper spewed out from the printing port, flooding the entire corridor in an instant like a tsunami of white paper.

I have no desire at all... Harry said silently.

They looked at the white paper rushing by beside them. Even Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall looked extremely confused for a moment. They had seen the turbulent waves caused by the curse, and they had also seen the raging sea of ​​fire, but White

Paper tsunami...this is the first time I've seen it.

After Owen ran out of Professor Maomao's territory, he couldn't help but look back and raised his hand to wipe away the non-existent cold sweat.

"It's over, there is only one exit from this corridor..." He looked around and turned his attention to the locked door at the end of the corridor.

"Ahh-help!"

The constant flow of white paper caused heavy resistance, making Owen's steps very slow. After an unknown amount of time, he finally came to the fax machine and slapped it hard.

The screams of the two little wizards were stretched out, as long and weird as if they were turned on at 0.5x speed. They went away as the fireworks ran rampant in the corridor, following a strange trajectory along the way and became bright.

Part of fireworks.

"No, as long as you don't do anything too outrageous." Owen saw the restricted corridor from a distance, saw the white fax machine in the center of the corridor, and saw two little wizards who had already run to the fax machine.

Oops, what a risk, I almost got caught.

"Hurry up and get rid of these damn papers!" Professor McGonagall stumbled out of the pile of paper, waving her wand and using the disappearing spell, her face tense. The two little wizards beside her shrank.

His shoulders were trembling, as if he had turned into two little quails in the ice and snow.

"What's out of the ordinary?" Harry said weakly.

"Don't worry, the fireworks will avoid all obstacles and they won't be hurt." Owen had already run into the corridor, with a hint of joy in his tone, "Who wouldn't crave such a strange experience?"

Brilliant red sparks hissed out of the box, and flew into the corridor with a chirping sound, gradually turning into a swirling and gorgeous fireworks.

The fireworks caught up with the two little wizards in front of them in the blink of an eye. As if with infinite gravity, the two little wizards screamed and their bodies were involuntarily sucked to the tail of the fireworks, flying into the air as it danced.

It whirled and spun like a big windmill.

"Ah this..." Harry gasped.

At this time, the first to sixth floors of the castle were filled with white paper. They squeezed open the closed windows and fluttered on the grass outside the castle, like a heavy snowfall.

"No one can memorize so much pi..." Owen twitched the corner of his mouth and moved forward hard in the wave of blank paper.

Professor Snape was leaning against the wall and looking in the direction of the fax machine with a strange look on his face. The corners of his eyes were twitching crazily, as if he didn't know what expression to make. Finally, he put on an unfathomable expression, waved his wand slightly, and a tornado rolled through him.

He rushed out of the castle with a blank sheet of paper.

"Ah, what a disastrous day." Owen finally got out of the pile of paper and sighed as he looked at the ceiling close at hand.

"Look, I never dreamed that one day the castle would be flooded with white paper..." Harry also struggled to get his head out, rolling his eyes under the weight of the paper.

At this time, a rude and violent roar came from the end of the corridor, and the locked door was opened by a sea of ​​paper at some point.

(End of chapter)