Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

"Hurry up! Don't stop, go this way!"

Professor Flitwick waved his small wand anxiously, guiding the students to evacuate.

A silver light flashed from the end of his wand, illuminating the dark corridor ahead.

"Professor, what happened?"

Ravenclaw senior Watson asked anxiously.

She had just won the runner-up in the school duel competition, and she, who had always been calm, couldn't suppress her inner anxiety at this moment.

Professor Flitwick paused, a trace of hesitation flashed across his face, and his eyes were complicated.

"Extremely dangerous dark magical creatures have appeared in the school. The details are not convenient to explain now, but please believe me, you must leave here immediately. Can you help guide the first-year students?"

Watson nodded, quickly took over the task, and began to organize the young wizards to line up and move towards the castle exit.

On the other side, Gryffindor's temporary prefect Harris was leading his team, turning his head from time to time to check if any classmates were left behind.

His brows were furrowed, and he held his wand, his nervousness was obvious.

"Fierce, have you seen Luna Lovegood before? We should be able to deal with a werewolf, right? Do you need me to contact the reporter when we hunt it? This will probably be a good publicity material for the duel match."

Flitwick glanced at him with a complicated expression. He knew that the current situation was definitely not just caused by the werewolf, and there was a more dangerous existence in the school.

He didn't say anything yet.

"Fierce," a hurried sound of footsteps came, and Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff ran up panting, his face full of anxiety, "We are going to pass Snape's underground classroom. Do you think we should take some potions? In case someone is injured in the back, I'm afraid those things will be urgently needed."

Flitwick pondered for a moment and nodded. "Good idea, but you must act quickly. Our team will arrive in Hogsmeade soon, so come here as soon as you have everything."

"Haha, I've always wanted to see what treasures Severus has hidden!"

Professor Slughorn followed, with his usual smooth smile on his face.

"I've heard a lot about his latest research, but I've never had a chance to see it. His locker is a treasure trove!"

Sprout frowned, not hiding his dissatisfaction with this remark.

"We are going to get the urgently needed potion, not to visit his laboratory. Don't dawdle there!"

"Okay, okay, you have the final say."

Slughorn shrugged, followed Sprout obediently, and walked quickly towards the direction of the dungeon classroom.

"Isn't it just a werewolf? It's just one, it's easy to deal with."

As he said that, he followed Professor Sprout and walked quickly to the front of the team.

Flitwick was left alone here to watch the team of nearly 300 people.

The team was still moving forward, and Flitwick watched anxiously.

"Alas, there is no way, no one can stop him from taking this thing."

Flitwick's eyes swept across the gradually moving team of students. His expression was gloomy, but he couldn't help but feel worried.

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Sprout and Slughorn stepped into Snape's underground classroom, and the oncoming chill made the two unconsciously wrap their robes tightly.

Unlike the turbulent atmosphere outside, it was still a well-organized scene here.

The laboratory table was filled with detailed potion bottles, extractors, and various shining alchemical instruments, and the whole room was filled with a faint smell of wormwood and ambergris.

"Tsk tsk, this is Snape,"

Slughorn walked into the laboratory lazily, his hands in his robe pockets, as if he was visiting a museum.

His eyes casually swept across the neat rows of potion shelves, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Look, his laboratory is as clean as new. This guy must have used even the Chaos Charm to perfection."

He walked to a large crucible and tapped the edge with his fingers, making a crisp sound.

"Well, this alloy crucible is not cheap. It's custom-made, right? I don't think even the best wizard stores have it. He has invested a lot of money."

Sprout walked behind him, constantly looking for potions and first aid materials, frowning and glancing at him from time to time.

"Horace, can't you be serious? Minerva made it clear that the school is very dangerous now! We are not here to go shopping!"

"Oh, Pomona, don't be so nervous."

Slughorn said as he curiously opened a small box marked "unfinished", lowered his head and sniffed it, and was immediately choked by a strong smell of sulfur and took two steps back.

"Ahem, my goodness, what the hell is this?"

"Put it down! Do you think this is your own office?"

Sprout stamped his feet in anger, snatched the box from his hand and put it back in its place.

"If Severus didn't know you didn't mean any harm, he would have turned you into a salamander."

"Oh, don't say that, I'm just admiring my colleague's 'masterpiece'."

Slughorn shrugged with a nonchalant smile on his face.

"But you have to admit that he is indeed a genius - although his personality is a bit, uh, thorny."

"Genius doesn't mean he will tolerate your curiosity."

Sprout said coldly, while quickly putting several bottles of first aid potions into the suitcase.

"Help us quickly, or if we delay any longer, we won't even be able to see the team when we go out!"

Slughorn fiddled with the glass cover in his hand carelessly, frowned and looked at it for a few seconds, muttering to himself.

"What does Severus use this thing for? It doesn't look like a common tool for potion learning."

Sprout quickly stuffed the potion bottle into her bag with a traceless extension spell, and glanced up at him.

"That should be a container for experimental materials. Don't move around, help me see which potions are urgently needed."

"Experimental materials?"

Slughorn was obviously not interested in this explanation.

His eyes were quickly attracted by the two beds covered with cloth in the corner of the room.

They looked particularly abrupt in the neat laboratory.

"Pomona, what are these two beds used for? Hospital beds? Laboratory tables?"

He asked casually, slowly approaching the beds.

Sprout sighed and replied unhappily.

"Who knows, maybe it's for a rest. Horace, never mind that! Come and help me identify these potions - some of them are unfamiliar to me!"

"I know, I know,"

Slughorn agreed nonchalantly, but his hand couldn't help but lift a corner of the cloth.