Hogwarts: The Strongest Annie Magus In History

After letting Harry and the others go back to rest, Charlotte opened the book in her hand again in Wen Keluo's dormitory.

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The making of the Portkey is not complicated. Because it is not complicated, the Ministry of Magic has been restricting the use of the Portkey. Only with the consent of the Ministry of Magic can the Portkey be made.

But in fact, almost wizards with relatively strong magic power will secretly obsess over the Portkey.

At Hogwarts, does anyone make Portkeys?

And it seems like he wants to kill himself?

Charlotte put the book away, thought for a while, and exuded an extremely quiet magical aura, and then transformed into a Thestral.

He sneaked into the dreams of nearby wizards, but in their dreams, he found no useful clues.

In the next few days, Charlotte's life at Hogwarts returned to peace.

Until, one night.

Harry woke up from the dream, he dreamed something he didn't want to dream, there was a green light in the dream, that light was extremely evil, with an ominous and terrifying aura.

And this ominous aura didn't just appear in the dream, it seemed to be right in front of him.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, at that moment, he saw an extremely ugly face, that 640 face was right in front of his eyes!

"Ah!!" Harry exclaimed.

Both Ron and Neville were woken up, Ron rubbed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Harry, did you have a nightmare?"

Still in shock, Harry looked at Ron in a daze, but suddenly his forehead pricked, and Harry reached out to touch his scar.

Ron and Neville were already very sleepy, and they wanted to wait for Harry to speak, but Harry didn't speak, and the two of them were so sleepy that they fell asleep beside the bed.

The scar tingled slightly, Harry stretched out his hand to touch it, and was thinking about why this happened, when suddenly he saw a black figure rushing out on the floor.

Harry was taken aback.

He recognized that shadow!

It's Pettigrew!!

Harry flipped the quilt off his body, he looked at Ron and Neville, they turned over and didn't wake up, it seemed that they were very tired from the day's lessons.

Harry quietly walked outside the dormitory, down the stairs, and saw Pettigrew's mouse slipping out of the door.

Harry hurried to follow, scanning the surroundings except for Gryffindor's dormitory from the corridor, afraid that he would consult a doctor.

But soon he saw Pettigrew's mouse scurrying in front of him.

Harry hurried to keep up, without even thinking about whether he could beat Pettigrew, or if he would get hurt in the process.

All he could think about was to see what Pettigrew was going to do, and to catch Pettigrew.

"My head." Harry gritted his teeth, the scar on his forehead starting to ache again.

It seemed that lately, once his mood started to have some ups and downs, his scar started to hurt, but he didn't know whether to tell Sirius.

Sirius seems to be busy lately.

Harry stared at Pettigrew ahead of him, who turned a corner and scurried into the hallway.

Harry followed closely, but bumped into someone unexpectedly, followed by a sharp meow.

"Ha, let's see, who stays up in the middle of the night and runs around in the hallway like a dirty mouse!" A big rough hand grabbed Harry's clothes!

Harry looked up to see the ugly Mr. Filch staring at him with a savage look in his eyes, and his cat "waving wildly at Harry's feet.

"Mr. Filch!" Harry exclaimed.

"Little mouse, you don't want to sleep tonight!!" Filch dragged Harry to his office like he was carrying a cat.

Filch's office was dark and dingy, with no windows and only an oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling. There are many wooden file cabinets lined up all around, with many labels on them, all of which are the names of the students (bged) that Filch has punished, and the files of Gemini occupy an entire cabinet.

Behind the greasy old wooden table in the upper middle of the house, there were a lot of hinges, shackles and the like, and Filch had mentioned to Dumbledore more than once that he wanted to hang students who made mistakes.

Harry couldn't help but start to worry that Filch might hang him.

Filch grabbed a quill from the table, then pulled out a piece of parchment from among the mess of papers.

"I've had enough! You dirty little mice!"

"Swimming around in the dark corner of the corridor, you must be making fun of me...!"

"Oh, file, let me see, the form is here."

Filch looked up at Harry Potter, his eyes reflecting the light: "What's your name!"

Harry whispered, the mouse was still on his mind.

"Harry Potter, sir."

"Oh yes, the famous Mr. Harry Potter." Filch sneered, and then began to fill out the form.

Before Filch finished writing, there was a meowing sound outside the door, and Filch's face was full of anger: "You! You just don't want me to sleep well! Oh, damn it! Which mouse is it again?

Immediately he lifted the lantern and rushed out.

Harry stood inside the office, the scar on his forehead aching.

He touched the scar, looked at Filch's office, and then saw a piece of yellowed brown paper under the desk. Harry pulled out the brown paper curiously. The brown paper seemed to be stuck together by something, and he couldn't open it.

As Harry pulled out the brown paper, a small pile of documents under the desk fell down, Harry stepped back, screaming inwardly!

Sure enough, Filch immediately rushed back from the door, glaring at Harry, and then set his sights on the documents behind.

But for some reason, the anger on his face disappeared, and turned into a kind of pale panic, he said coldly: "Go back to sleep rat!"

Harry still had the brown paper in his hand, but he didn't care about anything now, so he ran out immediately.

Harry trotted in the corridor with lingering fear, he carefully walked around the colonnade, then walked up the stairs, and pushed open the door of Gryffindor's dormitory.

Ron and Neville hadn't woken up yet, so he tiptoed into bed before carefully checking the brown paper in his hand.

The yellowed kraft paper seemed to be hiding some bad secret, Harry didn't dare to use any force, so after thinking about it, he put away the kraft paper in his hand.

"Charlotte should know what this is. Ask him when you wake up tomorrow." Harry thought, reaching out to touch his scar again.

His scar, weirdly, doesn't hurt anymore. .