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Nearly ten minutes later, Lin Mo knocked on the door again, this time quite hard. The sound of "dong-dong-dong" could be heard far away in the empty corridor, and he didn't know if Filch or Mrs. Norris would notice it.

But there was still no response from behind the door.

There were no portraits in this corridor, and no one could tell them where Professor McGonagall went or when she left.

"No wait," Lin Mo said to Ivel: "You go back to Gryffindor to rest first, and by the way, check to see if Professor McGonagall is there. If so, tell her everything and we will contact her through the communication device.

"

"And you?"

"I'm going to find Professor Snape."

"Professor Snape?" Ivel looked a little confused.

"Well, although Harry thinks that the person who stole the Philosopher's Stone is Snape, he is actually innocent." Lin Mo said: "There is no time to explain now. Believe me, we can trust Professor Snape. He and

Just as reliable as Professor McGonagall."

The entrance to Gryffindor's dormitory was not far away, and Lin Mo sent Ivel to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

The Fat Lady was not asleep yet, but she was very dissatisfied with Evel's return after curfew: "Dear, pay attention to the time, it's already curfew! Where are the rude Slytherin brats from? Don't shine your wand at me.

eyes!"

"Communicator contact." Lin Mo ignored the fat lady and walked downstairs.

This time he used two stealth planes to patrol the castle. On the one hand, he was looking for Professor McGonagall, and on the other hand, he also tried to avoid the administrator Filch. He also had several spare reconnaissance planes, but he did not have seagulls.

With such professional capabilities, if too many reconnaissance aircraft are controlled at the same time, it will be impossible to pay attention to the trap door situation.

As a royal coolie who had been exploited for a whole year, Snape was naturally familiar with the office.

Go down the stairs all the way to the cellar, pass by the empty potions classroom, and you will find the familiar office.

"Dong dong dong." Lin Mo knocked on the door.

Speaking of which, Professor Snape's attitude towards Harry should be quite complicated. When Harry was the son of James Potter, in Snape's eyes, he was "a Potter as stupid and arrogant as his father."

, and when Harry was the son of Lily Evans, in Snape's eyes he was "a boy with the same eyes as his mother who needs to be protected."

As for how Snape felt when Harry was Lily Potter's son, it was difficult for Lin Mo to guess. It would be several times more complicated when he thought about it. Every time he thought about this, Lin Mo felt a little sympathetic to the poor potions professor.

I don't know if Snape will get angry on the spot when he finds out that Dumbledore asked Harry to take the risk to face the Dark Lord. I hope the headmaster has communicated with the Potions Professor in advance to avoid being angry at him.

After all, he didn't stop Harry.

"Dong dong dong." He knocked on the door again.

Snape was a typical night owl professor. Lin Mo often went to him with potions for testing and evaluation before curfew, and found that at this time, he was often energetically studying weird (unspeakable) magic or making strange (unspeakable) magic.

name) medicinal materials.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds...

Five seconds passed, and there was no familiar cold "come in" from behind the door. Lin Mo finally frowned.

"Professor Snape, there is an emergency. Harry may be in danger." He said.

No response, still no response, still no response.

Professor Snape is not in the office either?

how so……

What is going on?!

In the silent cellar corridor, Lin Mo frowned.

He opened the short-distance contact list of the communicator. There were a total of two contacts on the list, Harry and Jane, but Harry's profile picture was black. When he jumped down the trap door, the connection was completely disconnected.

The expressionless head of Ivel was still flickering, indicating that the signal was not very good but communication could be carried out.

"Have you found Professor McGonagall?" he sent a message.

Three seconds later, the communication device vibrated, and Evel's answer arrived:

"No, there's a party going on in the lounge to celebrate the end of exam week. I asked a few seniors but no one had seen Professor McGonagall. No one had seen her shortly before curfew. What do you do? Tell Si what happened.

Is Professor Nepe here?"

"Professor Snape is not in the office either."

"what to do?"

"I have to think about it carefully. You should continue to wait for news from Professor McGonagall in Gryffindor. Take the time to take a rest and contact you if necessary. Do not mute the communication device."

"Um."

Lin Mo did not leave any more messages to Ivel. The current situation was beyond his expectation.

On this critical night, the deans of the two colleges disappeared at the same time during curfew time. This is certainly not a coincidence.

He took two deep abdominal breaths to adjust his mood. Anxiety was the most useless thing.

The wand was fluorescent, and he came to the corner of the corridor and waved to the scroll on the wall: "Hey, sorry, I wanted to find Professor Snape but he was not in the office. Did you see him leave?"

This painting is some distance away from Snape's office, but it's the closest.

The old wizard in the painting was not angry because he was illuminated. The old wizard replied cheerfully: "He left."

"When? Did you see where he went?" Lin Mo asked quickly.

"He left when he left and went to where he went." The old wizard said with a smile. He had a red nose.

"...Can you please make it clear? This is very important."

"Clear and unclear are relative terms. I think I've made it very clear. Just because you think it's unclear doesn't mean I haven't made it clear. Whether it's important or not varies from person to person. Your importance is not important to me at all.

"

Calm down, take a deep breath, relax, take a deep breath. Lin Mo finally resisted the urge to burn the painting.

He glanced at the introduction at the bottom of the painting: "The Philosopher with a Red Nose." It is generally believed that it was created by the famous magic portrait master Lale around 7981 of the Silver Age. Since no one recognized the wizard in the painting, the appraiser named it "The Philosopher with a Red Nose".

Home."

Well, no need to get angry with a painting, there are too many abnormal portraits in Hogwarts, let alone a "philosopher".

Just as Lin Mo was about to leave, the red-nosed old wizard suddenly roared: "Damn it! I've told you many times not to let you walk through my place! I'm going to the Hogwarts Magic Scroll Association to file a complaint against you!"

"O'erle, erleer! The red-nosed old man is so angry, and the Picture Scroll Association has no temper!" A guy wearing bright and colorful clothes, a serious tie and a spotted nightcap appeared.

In the painting room, it was carrying a bucket of red paint that came from nowhere, and an exaggeratedly large brush in its hand.

The old wizard couldn't dodge, and his big red nose was covered in red paint by the screaming Peeves.

"Spill the paint!" Peeves screamed and dumped the paint bucket into the room. The red paint splashed the room into a mess, but it rushed out of the scroll: "O'erle, erleer!

Haha! Caught a little Slytherin! Staying up during curfew and playing hide and seek outside Head Slug's office!"

"Don't make trouble, Peeves, I'm in a hurry!" Lin Mo said, "Don't forget my relationship with Senior Barrow. He always sits with me at banquets and often teaches me how to use astronomical instruments.

Go away quickly or I will tell Senior Barrow!"

"Oh!" Peeves was floating around above Lin Mo's head:

"Little Slytherin is worried, Dean Slug is missing!"

Lin Mo was stunned: "Have you seen Professor Snape?"

"Of course, but I won't tell you! Erleer Erleer!"