Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Charles bent down, made a listening movement on the wall, and then raised his hand, as if twisting some kind of gear.

"Crack!"

The next moment, although there was no password, the door to the Slytherin lounge emerged from the wall silently as before.

Metaphor magic, open a safe.

. . .

When Charles walked in from the entrance of the common room, it seemed that the lounge, which was exuding a melodious sound, suddenly fell silent, as if someone had released a large-scale petrification spell.

The setting of the four colleges in the game is very interesting.

The academic atmosphere of Ravenclaw is very heavy, more like playing a research type puzzle game.

Gryffindor has a lot of plots, and there are many small easter eggs in the original book, just like watching a game movie.

Hufflepuff's contacts are outside of Hogwarts, linked to the Diagon Alley Ministry of Magic and various wizard gathering places, more like a game of life.

And Slytherin, with its excellent modeling data and pure-blood aristocratic features, is more like a developmental game that focuses on interpersonal relationships.

Shire doesn't know what the real Harry Potter world is like, but this world and this atmosphere really haven't changed at all.

He has felt it.

Charles stopped at the door of the lounge, his gaze calmly swept across the entire lounge.

Many people gathered in the lounge.

On the sofa near the fireplace was Mullers Carroll, a fourth grader, and his group. Four or five young boy wizards surrounded Mullers, talking kindly, like a pack of dogs.

Seeing Charles coming in, they were also the ones who reacted most calmly.

Near the window of the Black Lake, it is the coldest place in the whole lounge. There are senior students in the fifth and sixth grades sitting there, and Felix Prewett is among them. He is looking at Charles with some kind of cold eyes.

Those who were with him were basically hardcore Death Eaters, even among Slytherins, they were not very popular.

Finally, there is Sandra Yaxley, the female prefect. She and some people are in the middle of the lounge, each with a high-back chair and a few round tables. It looks like a small salon, but it is actually studying and doing homework. , Noticing the appearance of Charles, they also turned their gazes.

In addition, there are some scattered Slytherin groups or couples.

Everyone was looking at Charles, but no one spoke.

Kind of like a horror movie atmosphere.

Charles felt that he had experienced this scene in some of the side plots in Dongpu.

I will suffer at the cost of saving face.

Charles knew these Slytherins too well, although they were annoying to death, but they would definitely not do anything, at least not here.

There are so many people bullying one person, it would be embarrassing to spread the word.

They prefer to play tricks behind the scenes and engage in conspiracies and tricks. Moreover, if they can get it done with behind-the-scenes methods, why should they face each other directly and put themselves in danger?

They also euphemistically said that this is Slytherin, Slytherin's demeanor.

Of course, Charles also knew very well that if he went to Gryffindor to eat and drink leisurely every day, the group of Slytherin little snakes would soon be unable to bear it.

At that time, they won't care about Slytherin's demeanor, and they will probably do it directly to teach themselves a lesson for this half-breed who doesn't know good or bad.

I hope that day doesn't come too early, because there are countless charr archives, and quite a few of them have entered Slytherin House.

Just like when no one knew before, when Charles suddenly attacked Draco and Goyle, it could be seen that he was also an old Slytherin.

He didn't mind playing around with the little ones, Slytherin way.

. . .

Naturally, Charles had a thick skin. He ignored the eyes of the old Slytherin students and the eyes of the freshmen looking at the lunatics, and calmly walked through the lounge and returned to his dormitory.

Once the door is closed, he doesn't care what happens in the lounge.

Of course, Charles did not forget to build a simple city wall with two pillows in front of the door.

Metaphor magic, pillow quilt wall.

It's every kid's dream, trying to build a castle out of thick quilts and boxy pillows, hide themselves in it, and imagine it's indestructible.

Although the students of Slytherin will not be like the fraternities and sororities in universities in some countries, they will rush into the freshman dormitory in the middle of the night and carry people out and throw them outside.

But we have to guard against it, it would be too stupid to capsize in the gutter.

And wizards' methods are far more dangerous than Muggles'. A little carelessness may cause irreversible spell damage.

Charles found a chair to live in, looked at the bed next to him, and sure enough, Draco was nowhere to be seen, probably Snape took him away.

After drinking the water of life and death and sleeping for a night, it is estimated that his spirit will recover. Charles is going to talk to him again, but it seems that Snape is worried about him.

This is not surprising.

It doesn't matter, unless Draco directly transfers to Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he will come back sooner or later.

"Knock knock!"

Just about to get up to take a shower, Charles suddenly heard a knock on the door, he kicked the pillow aside, and opened the dormitory door.

Outside the door is Felix.

"The dean is looking for you."

Seeing Charles, he smiled.

The smile was very gentle, as if it wasn't him who was showing the cold eyes.

"He sent you to his office."

"It's now."

Felix's smile was like a false mask, the whole process of speaking remained unchanged, and after the words fell, he just looked straight at Charles outside the door.

The gray-green Slytherin emblem printed on the school uniform robe seemed to come to life under the dim firelight. The little snake on the emblem seemed to be twisting and circling, as if spitting out a letter to Shire.

Charles looked away.

This is really not an illusion.

Because he has seen this kind of magic, which is a kind of psychedelic magic unique to the Prewett family, induced by hints of symbols and patterns.

There is no need for spells and wands, but a special potion needs to be sprinkled on the patterns and symbols in advance. Charr also roughly knows the potion materials. Armad bile, hemlock essence, black beetle eyeballs and some are needed. herbs.

It is not troublesome to configure, but if you want to use it, you must have the blood of the Prewett family.

It's hard to find this magical yin man, but it's been used a lot, and everyone knows that the Prewett family has such a skill, so they are usually more careful.

Those wizards and witches who were induced in the lounge and in public, and then acted shamefully, but their personal experience has demonstrated the lesson for future generations.

This method is very Slytherin.

However, Charles felt that as Felix was a potential Death Eater, what he wanted to use this magic to do might not be as simple as a prank.

But in any case, these things are not secrets to Shire, and it is clearly written in the strategy.

Seeing that Shire didn't get the trick, Felix wasn't too surprised. After all, the magic of the Prewett family was no secret in the pure-blood circle, and everyone knew how to master it.

"I see, I'm going now."

The two looked at each other, and suddenly ignored this little episode tacitly, as if nothing happened.

Charles walked out of the dormitory and was about to go to Snape's office. When he passed the lounge, the lounge seemed to have returned to normal. No one was staring at him anymore, but no one was paying attention to him either.

It is a silent isolation.

Charles doesn't care.

Then, just as the door of the lounge was reopened, and when Charles even stepped out with half of his foot, Felix suddenly chased him up from behind.

"Diemo."

he shouted.

"I forgot to tell you, we changed the password for the lounge."

Felix stopped in the lounge corridor leading to the outside world, and he looked at the back of Charles who had already walked out.

"The current password is..."

Calmly raising the wand, while continuing to speak in a calm tone, silently released a spell with the wand.

"Pure blood."

All petrified!

"Crack!"

The door of the living room began to close slowly, and Felix saw Charles froze and fell to the ground.

He showed a contemptuous smile. He really didn't know the so-called dirty half-breed, and he could easily solve it with a spell.

Just let him lie quietly outside all night, reflect on his mistakes, and think about how to face the dean's anger tomorrow.

Turning around, Felix walked back into the lounge.