Hogwarts: wand in left hand, dragon-patterned mace in right hand

Quirrell walks down the hallways of Hogwarts.

Little by little, the noise of the little wizards around them disappeared.

To Quirrell's surprise.

I couldn't help but put my hand into my robe~.

Grabbed his wand.

Odd!

It's really weird!

Hogwarts Wizards!

Why is there no sound at all.

Professor Quirrell walked to the outside of a classroom.

This is Professor Flitvier's Charms classroom.

He was sure that today, there was a little wizard class here.

He quietly pushed open a slit and looked inside.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

What did he see!

The little wizards looked blankly in the direction of the podium as if they had been sucked out of their souls by a dementor.

The eyes are glazed, and the eyes are blank.

If you can't feel the faint sound of breathing.

Quirrell must have thought something had happened to the little wizards!

Also, there are Dementors running around Hogwarts.

Just, is this happening?

Quirrell quietly withdrew.

Close the door.

Turn around and walk towards the next classroom.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

Professor Sprout's Herbology.

Snape's Potions.

In every classroom, there is a group of "living dead".

That's what Quirrell called them.

The whole of Hogwarts was silent, and there was not a single sound.

Only the call of the owl and the turning of the bell can be heard.

The more Quirrell looked at it, the more terrified he became.

Could it be that the Death Eaters of the Master's faction have come to Hogwarts?

"Fool, I didn't send Death Eaters into Hogwarts again!"

A hoarse voice rang in Quirrell's head.

"Lord, master!"

Quirrell hurriedly shouted.

"Shut up, idiot!"

Voldemort's voice rang out again.

Quirrell immediately closed his mouth, not daring to speak.

An illusory figure floated out of the back of his head and looked through the classroom door.

"Oh, the soul-absorbing spell!"

"What the hell is Dumbledore going to do?"

"Do you use the whole school to refine black magic items?"

Voldemort's phantom burrowed through the gate and returned to Quirrell's head.

"Go see what Dumbledore is up to!"

When Quirrell heard Voldemort's order, he was immediately shocked.

hurriedly responded:

"Yes, master!"

Quirrell looked around to make sure no one was there, then turned and walked towards Dumbledore's Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore stood in front of the window, looking at the view of Hogwarts, and suddenly had the feeling that it was time for a holiday.

Hogwarts can only be so quiet during the holidays.

It's an amazing feeling.

In the distance, outside the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid was doing something with a bundle of licorice.

Occasionally, a loud scream is heard.

Dumbledore looked at Hagrid, a smile on his face.

Outside the window, white snowflakes suddenly began to fall on the gloomy sky.

In a few moments, Hogwarts was covered in silver.

"It's snowing!"

"Look, Ariana, it's snowing!"

Dumbledore said as a translucent girl appeared beside him.

The girl was wearing a white dress and was looking curiously at the world outside the window.

"Really, it's snowing, brother, it's so beautiful!"

The girl let out a cheer of joy.

Dumbledore looked at the excited girl and reached out to touch the girl's head.

Half a palm passed through the girl's head. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

But the girl turned her head and smiled sweetly at Dumbledore.

"Ariana ......"

Dumbledore's tone was tinged with a hint of self-reproach and choking.

As if she hadn't noticed, Ariana turned her head to look out the window.

The excitement and excitement in the eyes was so pure. []

This is a fantasy projection.

It was a variant of Dumbledore's extension of Sicheng's Dream Charm.

Projecting people or objects in the illusion through magic spells.

This projected person will still do his own thing according to the way he remembers.

Until the spell is dispelled, it resembles a ghost.

The time of a class passed quickly.

Hogwarts resounded with the noise of young wizards.

Filch stared viciously at the little wizard passing by.

He didn't know why the little wizards kept making noise after class, when they were so quiet before.

It's annoying!

"Harry, that's so cool! Fantasy class, I'm sure Charlie didn't have that amazing experience at all!"

"Yes, if it weren't for the other classes I'm going to have to do in the future. "

Ron closed his mouth as well.

Oh, yes!

The experience was great, but if you have to do it in the future.

He's going to go crazy.

The time of one class was stunned for a long time.

It's really half a day, the kind of more than ten hours.

Professor McGonagall must have been excited, he said.

She was finally able to lecture at will without worrying about the end of the class.

The other young wizards along the way were also discussing the matter.

Some feel very satisfied.

Some of them feel terrifying.

After all, classes are all in the environment now.

It is not certain what kind of punishment these knowledgeable and knowledgeable professors will think of.

Professor McGonagall, for example, really dares to turn you into a watch for a class, the kind for half a day.

Anyway, you don't have to worry about not being able to come back.

And Professor Snape.

He finally got his wish.

Potions is taught in a Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

There was a little wizard with little eyesight who pierced his intentions on the spot.

Turned into a cauldron by Snape.

It served as a laboratory tool for Snape's entire lesson.

In addition to this, there is Professor Sprout's Devil's Net classroom.

Devil's webs crawled everywhere.

The little wizards are entangled in the devil's net.

Not to mention, I'm always serious about listening to lectures!

Professor Flive's Sky Classroom is still relatively popular.

Soft white clouds are at your feet.

The sun hung overhead.

I don't know if Professor Flitwick had seen this kind of scene or what.

It's quite like in a fairy tale.

It is necessary for the little wizards to constantly cast a levitation spell on the white clouds under their feet.

Otherwise, it will fall from a height of tens of thousands of meters.

I heard that a little badger in the third grade fell.

That scream, what a spectacle!

Harry sat at the dining table in the Great Hall, looking at the Slytherin table not far away.

Sicheng was still surrounded by a group of little wizards.

It's just that their numbers have increased a lot, and the fanaticism in their eyes has increased.

Single-handedly, he changed the teaching model of Hogwarts for thousands of years, and he really deserved to be the snake king they followed.

Although the long class time made them uncomfortable.

But the clever little snakes discovered their anomaly as soon as they got out of class.

I remember the content of the class too clearly!