Change the world from Hogwarts

It was completely different from the previous wolf howling that lingered outside the school. This howl was extremely clear, and it was exactly the kind of thing that would echo inside the school.

After hearing that voice, Isobel's complexion turned livid.

"This... this is unreasonable. How could a werewolf invade the school from the Forbidden Forest?"

"Do you really believe that this Forbidden Forest riot was just an accident?"

After asking a rhetorical question, Isobel was speechless.

But she wasn't stuck in a sluggish state or anything.

On the contrary, her mind moved very quickly and she even vaguely captured the answer.

However, her reason prevented her from asking any further questions.

"Now is not the time to talk."

Without waiting for Connor to remind her, she took the initiative to mention this.

"We have to find Hermione and the others."

"...I actually suggested that I come and find you. You can go back to the library."

However, Connor's kind suggestion did not receive much recognition.

Although Isobel was not angry about anything, her scarlet eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

"In this situation, is there any difference between me staying here with you and going back alone?"

"……Fine."

Without any further hesitation, Connor finally agreed.

If you think about it carefully, although the Ravenclaw lounge is a separate tower, the entrance and the library seem to be on the same floor.

Now that there are traces of werewolves in the school, it is really hard to tell which one is more dangerous, whether to leave her alone or to take her with him.

"Let's go, let's go up the stairs."

Then, a silver-white figure appeared in the corner.

"Phil,"

Kangnan called.

However, this little kitten did not run towards its owner as usual.

After taking a look at her master's expression, she rushed up the stairs towards the second floor.

And Connor also hurriedly chased after him.

"etc!"

Isobel followed closely behind.

She subconsciously felt that something might have happened, but when she rushed to the stairs at the end of the corner, she only saw that the kitten had returned to its owner's arms, and was licking its paws obediently, as if something had happened.

None of this has ever happened.

However, her color is still too conspicuous after all.

The pure silver-white brilliance made Isobel quickly realize that something was wrong.

"Your cat……"

"What's wrong?"

"Does it look smaller than usual?"

"Maybe shaved?"

Does shaving cause this visual error?

Instinctively sensing something was wrong, Isobel frowned.

But she couldn't tell the details for a while.

Is there anything else that could explain this cat's condition?

"Meow!"

"...Forget it, it's not important."

At least she had her priorities straight, and Isobel simply put the matter behind her.

"Now we should chase all the way up and start sweeping from the second floor..."

"No need."

Connor said.

"I have a simpler solution here... just follow me."

"What?"

Isobel just watched Connor run all the way upstairs.

"So what exactly is this..."

"You have time to ask questions, like trying to tell me what happened before!"

And not long after they left, a dark figure turned from the other side into the completely destroyed bathroom.

It's Snape.

After quickly walking out of the secret passage, he was alone and just stared at the corpse of the troll lying on the ground.

"Trolls, werewolves..."

Even Snape can be considered a person who has seen strong winds and waves, but when he thought of certain consequences, his cold cheeks twitched unconsciously.

"It's best to have it all in your plan."

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, as if a pack of wolves were hunting, the bloodthirsty roar echoed from behind.

Maybe it was trying to hide its figure, but it was captured by Snape after all.

"Werewolves...I don't like werewolves."

…………

On the other side, Connor and Isobel had followed Phil's guidance all the way to the fifth floor.

In the process, he finally learned some of the most basic information.

For example, Hermione should not be alone, there are also Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.

When Isobel found them, it was actually three people blocked by a troll in the toilet.

And excluding the cause and effect that are not important now, at least one thing can be proved now.

"Anyway, what is certain now is that they are still together, right?"

At this moment, Connor just slowed down his pace.

"If nothing else, yes."

After running all the way from the first floor to the fifth floor, Isobel was still a little out of breath.

"So, we're here?"

"arrive."

"But how do you know where Hermione and the others are?"

"Some perception type magic."

Connor said without changing his expression.

"Like I can feel it right now, there's a werewolf in that room around the corner."

"Wolf……"

Isobel's breathing couldn't help but become short.

Unlike trolls, who are low-IQ and easy to deal with, werewolves have always been known for their strong physique and quick speed.

And more importantly, most werewolves are intelligent.

"Those werewolves in the Forbidden Forest, were they wizards before?"

"I don't know, it's just that it's been almost ten days since the full moon, and there's something wrong with this riot."

‘Boom’

‘Boom’

‘Boom’

Just as Connor said this, there was a heavy impact somewhere around the corner.

Looking over, you can see a muscular werewolf pounding on a solid door.

But the door of Hogwarts is obviously not that easy to break. Its ferocious force is as ineffective as hitting a majestic and immovable mountain.

But what really concerned Connor was the door to the room, which seemed to be a closed Theosophical classroom.

"That room is..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I've just been here before."

Connor said.

"Looking at the werewolf's attitude, I think there must be someone hiding in that room right now... I'm afraid it's Hermione and the others."

"Then let's discuss what to do, launch a surprise attack and catch the werewolf off guard, or..."

"give it to me."

"What did you say?"

"I said leave it to me."

Under Isobel's shocked eyes, Connor had already walked out.

No grip on the wand, nothing.

"Wait, what do you want to do?"

"Good evening, Mr. Werewolf."

Before Isobel could finish speaking, Connor had already raised his voice.

"Are you still sane now? This is not a full moon night."

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