Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Rooney, the house elf, secretly sighed in relief, the surprise on his face fleeting.

He turned around with a look of humility and resignation on his face.

"What can I do for you, Professor Rick?"

Although Patricia tried hard to control her emotions, she could not hide her excitement.

"You just said that your house elves know Hogwarts Castle very well, right?" she asked while keeping a calm voice.

Rooney once again showed his superb acting skills, with a tone of timidity, shyness, and a touch of pride: "Yes... yes, Professor. We know almost every corner of the castle."

This acting skill is at least not inferior to that of Quirrell and Lockhart who are about to come to Hogwarts.

Patricia's eyes flashed with joy again.

"So, you should know a lot of places that no one usually goes to, right?"

Rooney thought for a moment and replied with a smile on his face: "I know, I know a little bit."

"So, how much do you know about the secret rooms left by the founders of the school?" Patricia had limited time, so she stopped beating around the bush and asked directly.

"As far as Rooney knows, the four founders have left their own spaces in the castle for different purposes." The house elf answered honestly, "These places are each hidden in different locations. Enter

The methods are also different.”

"Oh? Tell me about it."

Patricia was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that in addition to Ravenclaw's private library, several other founders also left their own secret rooms.

"Mr. Godric Gryffindor left a place similar to a trial field. The students who entered passed through each level like a challenge, and finally received the reward left by Mr. Gryffindor."

Rooney paused and continued.

"Mr. Salazar Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is a little different. It was originally built as a place to teach students some special magic, but as Mr. Slytherin and the other three founders broke away and ran away,

, the secret chamber is sealed, and no one can open it except his heirs."

When he said this, he seemed to think of something terrible and shuddered slightly.

"There is a terrible monster hiding inside, waiting for the heir to release it, purify the entire school, and kill all those who Mr. Slytherin deems unworthy of learning magic. When I first started working at Hogwarts, that

It was about fifty years ago..."

Patricia couldn't help but interrupt Rooney as he recounted his memories.

She was not interested in Slytherin's ideals and ambitions. She was obviously more eager to find the mysterious book recording the ritual than the murderous monster hidden in the secret room.

Rooney stopped whetting her appetite and began to introduce Ravenclaw's private library.

"Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw left her private library, which contains various books collected in her youth. Only the best Ravenclaw students can pass her test and enter.

Learn the older and more magical knowledge."

Patricia's eyes lit up and her face became even more joyful.

"And Lady Helga Hufflepuff, she..."

Rooney pretended not to notice, and planned to introduce the secret space of the last founder to his duty, but was interrupted again.

"So, you should also know how to enter this private library, right?" Patricia asked.

Although she was anxious, she still tried to keep her tone calm.

The house elf continued to show off his acting skills, with a troubled look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Professor Rick..." He lowered his head and muttered, "My grandfather once said that although we know how to enter the mysterious space of the founders, we cannot tell the wizards. Neither the professor nor the wizards.

Students need to find clues and solve puzzles on their own."

In fact, Rooney also wanted to directly take her entourage and reveal herself into the library, but that was obviously illogical.

When the founders were building the mysterious space, how could they have forgotten the bug that prevented students from getting stuck with the elves?

If he really took the initiative to take her in like this, with her observation skills as a top curse-breaker, she would probably be able to see the clues and lead to unpredictable consequences.

Patricia's face darkened, and just as she was about to say something, a flash of blood suddenly flashed in her eyes, and two sickly flushes appeared on her cheeks.

Seeing her hand holding the wand suddenly start to tremble, Glenn felt his heart pounding. He couldn't help but sweat for Rooney, and his heart almost rose to his throat.

Three dangers!

If my guess is correct, this is what Dumbledore said before, affecting Patricia's murderous thoughts.

Rooney seemed to have noticed something was wrong. His big tennis-ball-like eyes were staring at the woman in front of him, and his small hands were clenched into fists, with only one long and slender finger stretched out.

Fortunately, her reason seemed to have prevailed, the flush on her face gradually subsided, her eyesight returned to clarity, and her body relaxed from tension.

"According to what you said, it was your grandfather who said these words to you, right?" She calmed down for a while and said in a deep voice.

Rooney secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded slightly and replied: "Yes, Professor Rick."

"In other words, this is not an order issued to you by the founder of the school." She continued, "And I, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, now order you to tell me about Ravenclaw's private collection.

The secret of the room."

Glenn couldn't help but sigh. He was indeed one of the best curse breakers. He was able to think of using commands to force the elf to answer questions so quickly when his mind was almost affected.

However, this also plays into the hands of Dumbledore and Rooney.

The elf pretended to be hesitant at war between heaven and man, and after a long time he answered: "The teleportation entrance to the library is on the base behind the statue... You need to go to the fireplace in the lounge before 6 to 7 o'clock every morning.

Searching for the source of the magic that activates teleportation magic..."

After he finished speaking, he rushed to the sofa, banged his head against the soft armrest, and shouted in a serious voice.

"Bad Rooney! Bad Rooney!"

This guy is pretty good at choosing, knowing full well that hitting the armrest won't hurt him.

Glenn suppressed his laughter and didn't let himself make any sound.

Patricia ignored the elf who was pretending to punish her, and just lowered her head to think.

The source of magic would only appear after six o'clock, which seemed a little too late for her.

Moreover, after dawn, students who got up early would come to the common room one after another. She tried to avoid unnecessary complications and did not want this to happen.

It was only after Rooney stopped panting and tired that he heard Patricia's voice again.

"So, do you know the specific location of the library?"