Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

When Harry and Ron found the correct way to enter the Room of Requirement, it happened to be the time when the fog of yogurt spread greedily and endlessly like the ambition of the forty thieves.

Under the cover of the mist, the little Slytherin snakes were unaware that there were two unexpected guests coming behind them.

"Click!"

Tiptoely closing the door, Ron opened his mouth in shock as soon as he turned his head.

Tall and short, students from all grades of Slytherin were almost all there. They stood on the huge circular staircase, the stairs were high and low, like the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

The thick mist is like Charon who attracts the soul, surrounding everyone, kind and greedy, they can't see their faces clearly because of the thick fog, they are looming.

Ron swallowed that saliva, it really was the evil Slytherin, they

Harry dragged Ron, who was in a daze, behind a certain step.

As an on-the-spot player, the more dangerous the situation, the stronger Harry's comprehensive strength was. He immediately hid when he came in, and dragged the dazed Ron over.

"Don't stand still."

Harry mouthed to Ron.

The latter suddenly realized.

That's right, so many evil Slytherins, once one of them found them, Ron shuddered, and then just about to speak, Harry, who knew him too well, held his mouth down.

Ron: ..

Suddenly, Ron realized that he was a little too idiotic. He stared at Harry, and Harry stared at him, and the two looked at each other with big and small eyes.

Of course, the fact that Harry didn't know what to do either.

There are so many Slytherins, not to mention the senior students in the fifth and sixth grades, they are simply not something they can deal with.

But brave Gryffindors will never regret it, and courage will allow them to face everything bravely.

Ron's gaze gradually became firmer, and he picked up the second-hand battered wand in his sleeve. The wand was full of marks, which were traces of time left by the Weasley family, but at this moment, it was not just a worn-out wand , but also faith, is courage.

It was the lightsaber in the hands of the Jedi, and it was the most brilliant lighting technique in Mrs. Gandalf's life. Ron seemed to have turned into Skywalker. He turned his head silently and said slowly to the surprised Harry.

"What is the disarming spell?"

Harry tried not to roll his eyes.

At that moment just now, seeing Ron so tragic, he thought he was going to rush out and fight.

"Disarm you!"

"It turned out to be your weapon."

Ron talked about himself in his mouth, thinking that he already knew it.

There were a lot of Slytherins, but he wasn't afraid, as long as he and Harry were quick enough, they could capture their wands, then hide, capture, hide, capture...

But when Ron was thinking about the battle plan in his mind, Harry was taken aback.

Because although the voice sounded like him, he didn't speak at all!

"Boom!"

The next moment, Harry's body trembled, and he fell directly on the ground, because a beam of red light almost flew past his scalp and sank into the wall not far away.

"What happened?"

Ron panicked belatedly, he thought the two had been discovered.

But Harry found something wrong instead.

Slytherin didn't notice them, and the red glow was not a spell, but some strange illusions seemed to be floating around.

Between the fog and clouds, the second prophecy has arrived.

………………

"Harry! Look!"

Ron stared forward, his eyes were round, and he said while tugging at Harry.

"I saw."

The latter was equally unblinking.

At this time, they no longer need to hide and hide themselves, because the phantoms also have voices, and if they can't pass through the walls at will, they look almost real.

"what are these?"

Realizing that no Slytherin seemed to find him, Ron gradually became more courageous. These Slytherins were also looking at these illusions, as if this was the purpose of their gathering.

Although Ron and Harry are occasionally a little silly, they are not really stupid. Besides, there are many familiar people in the picture.

"Is that the Quidditch field?"

As a Quidditch player, Harry was no stranger to the field. Although it was near the suspension bridge outside the Quidditch field, he still recognized it.

"Is that... Neville?"

But looking at the people on the screen, Harry was a little uncertain.

The person on the screen did look a bit like Neville, but he looked too big, as if a magician used Neville as a prop to perform a big transformation, and ended up accidentally using the black cloth as a time burden.

Once the burden was lifted, the dance steps that Neville had practiced so hard had been waiting for seventy years.

Even Harry, who is a Gryffindor classmate, is so difficult to recognize, not to mention the group of little snakes in Slytherin. They haven't realized that this is the Quidditch field, even though Shire said it is Prophecies about the future.

Fortunately, this time, Charles has an explanation.

"Are you worried about the Dark Lord?"

"He's a problem, but not a big one."

Charles' voice sounded a little lazy, he puffed again, and the rich memories and thoughts spread from the pipe into smoke in an instant, and the picture became more vivid.

"This is Neville Longbottom."

"I believe someone of you should know him."

"What?!"

There was a commotion among the Slytherins, most of Harry's years, and Draco's voice was the loudest.

Although the future Neville can't be called handsome, he will be much better than he looks now. At least he no longer has that shy and crying temperament, and has become very calm.

"Really Neville?!"

Ron was also taken aback.

They hid behind the steps, but they could still hear the sound. Harry looked down, trying to find Shire, what Shire called his few friends. Harry was too familiar with Shire's voice, let alone he was in Slater. Lin had only one acquaintance, Charles.

The screen changes rapidly.

Soon, countless werewolves seemed to be surging parallel to the ground, filling the distance. Howling and screaming, they rushed towards the Quidditch pitch where Neville seemed to be the only one.

"Neville!"

Just when Harry tensed up subconsciously, the scene did suddenly change again.

"You all guessed that the Dark Lord would return after all, congratulations, that's right."

The scene came to a dark wooden house. Under the signal of a man without a nose, a huge boa constrictor crazily attacked another man until...his death.

"That is.."

Draco paled.

"It's the dean!"

"It's Professor Snape!"

This time, almost all the Slytherins present recognized it, because it was their headmaster, Hogwarts Potions Professor, Snape.

Another chapter tomorrow daytime...