One Sneeze Destroys A Magical Civilization

Chapter 230: Smart People Never Get Together

As the first-year freshmen picked up the brooms beside them one after another, Mrs. Hooch began to demonstrate to these eager little ones how to hold and ride correctly, and by the way corrected some bad habits and inadequacies of those students from wizarding families. Standardize actions.

Although these freshmen have more or less ridden a flying broom at home, it does not mean that they have really mastered the essentials of flying.

In particular, Hogwarts' flying lessons are often tasked with providing fresh blood for the Quidditch teams of various colleges.

Therefore, all bad habits and irregular actions must be corrected.

Otherwise, it might not be a big problem to fly around without confrontation.

But if you go to the court to participate in fierce confrontation, you will fall off the broom in minutes.

It's a trivial matter to drop an arm and a leg, and it's over if it's a big deal.

But if you break your neck, smash your head and die instantly, the consequences can become quite serious.

Therefore, whenever there is a problem with the movement, Mrs. Hooch will immediately criticize it in a very severe tone.

Whether it was Ron or Malfoy, it was no surprise that they were repeatedly corrected many times, which made the two of them quite uncomfortable.

In contrast, freshmen from Muggle families strictly follow the requirements to maintain a standard riding posture, so they are rarely reprimanded.

After correcting a circle, Mrs. Hooch returned to the open space and said: "Now, everyone listen to my whistle. When the whistle sounds, you should kick off the ground hard. Remember! Push hard ! Hold the front of the broom tightly at the same time, lean forward slightly, slowly rise a few feet, and then fall vertically back to the ground. Three—two—”

However, Neville, who was clumsy at everything, was obviously too nervous. Before the whistle blew, his feet subconsciously stomped on the ground, and his whole body soared more than ten meters into the air.

"Come back! Come back!"

Mrs. Hooch shouted nervously, obviously terrified by this scene.

She doesn't want any accidents to happen in her class.

But unfortunately, Neville obviously doesn't have the ability to control the flying broom, but is controlled by the broom to fly higher and higher.

Finally, when he reached about 30 meters, he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, let go of his hands with a pale face, and smashed hard to the ground under the effect of the acceleration of gravity.

This height is already equivalent to a nine-story building.

Let alone a child, even if an adult falls, it may be more or less dangerous.

Because it happened so suddenly, no one had time to react, and Mrs. Hooch couldn't even draw out her wand.

Just as poor Neville was about to make intimate contact with the ground, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

moment!

Neville, who was probably less than a few centimeters from the ground, suddenly stopped and didn't really hit it.

A few tall green grasses have even poked into the nose and face.

I saw that Zuo Si had already pulled out his wand at some point, and he knew that he had released the floating spell just now without asking.

"Perfect Levitation! Ten points for Slytheringa!"

Seeing that Neville was fine, Mrs. Hooch breathed a sigh of relief, and walked quickly to help him up from the ground carefully.

It turned out that although Neville's body did not directly collide with the ground, one of his arms was still severely punched due to the random waving when he fell.

I don't know if it was a fracture, but anyway, the wrist was obviously swollen quite badly.

Although this is already a serious injury in the Muggle world, it is obviously nothing to wizards. Generally speaking, it only takes a few healing spells to deal with it.

But out of prudence, Mrs. Hooch decided to take Neville to check it out immediately.

But before she left, she did not forget to turn around and warn the freshmen: "I am sending this child to Madam Pomfrey now. None of you are allowed to move until I return! Put the broomstick back where it was Earth! Otherwise, I guarantee you will be kicked out of Hogwarts before you have time to see your first Quidditch match."

It has to be said that this threat is still very deterrent.

After all, for a group of children, being expelled from the school is tantamount to falling apart, so all of them seem to be very honest.

At least while Mrs. Hooch was out of sight, no one risked being fired.

But when the two of them walked away completely, Master Malfoy, who couldn't bear it any longer, jumped out and laughed in his villainous tone: "Did you see the expression of that idiot just now? He didn't even have a broomstick?" I can't control it, it really embarrasses our pure-blood family. If I were him, I would have no face to stay in Hogwarts."

"Shut up, Malfoy!"

The Indian girl Parvati Patil snapped.

"Huh? Why, you want to protect Longbottom? I didn't expect you to like chubby little tearbags."

Pansy Parkinson, who is also from Slytherin College, also joined the battle group, and just one sentence made the former's seven orifices smoke.

In terms of yin and yang eccentricity and jealousy, women are obviously born with an advantage over men.

It didn't take a while for a small-scale verbal quarrel led by a few people to evolve into a tense confrontation between the two colleges.

Apparently, the scene described in Gustave Le Pen's book "The Crowd" is being played out among this group of young wizards.

I don't know what fascination soup the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts gave them. In just a few days, they became a part of their respective houses, and even developed a strong identity.

"Hey! South! Don't you mind them?" Hermione couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"Who cares? In what capacity?"

Zuo Si raised two key questions with a half-smile.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the other party was not a prefect, and seemed to be excluded and isolated in Slytherin House.

But soon, she asked in an uncertain tone: "If there is a real fight later, who will you help?"

"No one will help. I don't bother to care about such trivial matters. Anyway, it won't be long before the professors will come forward to solve it." Zuo Si put on a gesture of indifference.

"Even if the students of Slytherin House were beaten all over the floor?" Hermione's eyes were full of doubt and incomprehension.

Zuo Si nodded without hesitation: "That's right. The beatings of the Slytherin students are their own fault. Does it have anything to do with me?

I came to Hogwarts to learn magic and knowledge, not to play house games, let others put an identity label on me, and then act according to the rules they specified.

The fact of the matter which college I join has absolutely no bearing on me.

As for the college cup, college honors, college history, and the philosophy of the founder of the college, I don't care at all.

Even if someone trampled the Slytherin house logo underfoot and threw it into the cesspit in person, I would just stand aside and watch silently, maybe applaud.

In addition, I also suggest that you should not take the academy too seriously, let alone change yourself in order to cater to the so-called correct views of most people who are vulgar, short-sighted and stupid.

Because all people, ideas, knowledge and books in this world are full of arrogance and prejudice without exception.

So are you and me, and so are the four founders of Hogwarts.

They use the sorting hat to select students who are suitable for inheriting their own ideology and will, and then strengthen these characteristics through competition among colleges, and finally make the students of the colleges as much as possible.

This is a kind of brainwashing, but also a kind of ideological assimilation, which makes you unknowingly agree with those boring ideas under the coercion of group consciousness.

In other words, the four founders used this method to continue their contest after death, that is, who taught better students.

Don't you think it's funny and sad that a group of living people are played by four dead people? "

With these words blurted out, Hermione's face instantly turned pale.

She was born in a Muggle family, and she could understand what Zuo Si wanted to express better than her classmates who were born in a wizarding family.

To put it simply, whether it is the sorting ceremony or the competition between colleges, it is essentially a subtle influence and control on students' thoughts and consciousness.

At Hogwarts, all students are labeled as Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.

Through rewards and punishments such as bonus points, minus points, college cups, and Quidditch competitions, students are forced to develop collective consciousness and identity, and gradually consciously integrate the iconic characteristics of the college into their own personalities.

As a very assertive and smart girl, Hermione recalled the changes in her classmates these past few days, and the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. She even felt that she almost became one of them, so she couldn't help shivering immediately.

By the time she came to her senses, Harry and Malfoy had already staged an aerial contest on broomsticks.

In the blink of an eye, Professor McGonagall, who saw this scene, appeared on the lawn, pulling Harry towards the castle.

The students of Gryffindor House stepped forward to intercede, while the students of Slytherin House stood aside and sneered.

A flying lesson ended hastily like this.

When most of the other students returned to the hall on the first floor, Hermione immediately asked in a low voice, "How did you find out about this?"

"Simple! If you want to be a really smart person, never try to fit in.

Integrating into the group is tantamount to forcibly lowering your own IQ in exchange for the sense of belonging that makes you feel safe, and then slowly being smoothed out and becoming more and more mediocre.

Keep an independent mind and never change because of anyone, even if the other party is a so-called friend.

Because anyone who tries to force you to change is not a real friend.

remember!

For a wizard, there is nothing more important than maintaining a strong sense of self.

Did you see when did our principal, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, compromise with others?

Not even the best friend, the closest lover, the brother who is connected by blood can change the decision he made.

So if you can persist in doing this, then congratulations, you have obtained the most basic potential of being a great wizard.

Finally, let me tell you a little secret I discovered recently.

In fact, when releasing magic, emotions and will can greatly strengthen the power of the spell. "

After saying this, Zuo Si left a meaningful smile, then turned and went straight to the library.

Anyway, he has already said what should be said, whether this girl can get rid of her original destiny depends on the next choice.

Unlike Hermione, who was stunned and lost in contemplation, the heartless Ron remained excited throughout dinner.

Just now, he heard his good friend Harry talk about being recommended by Professor McGonagall and successfully joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a Seeker, and he fell into ecstasy.

"Damn it! I mean great! I remember teams usually not taking first-years. You must be the youngest Seeker in decades," Ron said incoherently.

"A century to be exact. Wood told me."

Harry added in a slightly agitated tone, stuffing the pie in his mouth at the same time.

Probably because of the thrilling aerial duel with Malfoy that afternoon, he's feeling extra hungry right now.

The two discussed the matter in low voices while eating, and after about two or three minutes, the twin brothers of the Weasley family suddenly appeared.

The two of them came to Harry and Ron's side from left to right, patted the former's shoulder lightly and said some words of encouragement.

As for poor Ron, he was gorgeously ignored by his big brothers.

After the twins had left, Master Malfoy ran over with his attendant and challenged him, "Are you having your last meal, Potter? When are you going to take the train back to the Muggles?"

"Della Ke, I found that after you returned to the ground, you seemed to be much more courageous. Did the company of the two children behind you give you courage?" Harry snapped back unceremoniously.

Since getting to know Zuo Si, he has learned a lot of "tricks" from Zuo Si that can drive people to death.

As expected, both Malfoy and Crabbe and Goyle flushed instantly.

But since the guest chair was full of professors, they didn't dare to make a fuss, so they could only squeeze their fingers together, trying to intimidate them.

After a short confrontation, Malfoy realized that Harry Potter had no intention of being afraid at all, and he immediately became angry and angry, and suggested through gritted teeth, "I can fight with you alone at any time. If you have no objection How about we have a duel between wizards tonight? Only wands, no physical contact. You know what a wizard duel is, don't you?"

"Of course he does." Ron took the initiative. "I'm his assistant, who is your assistant?"

"Crabbe!" Malfoy chose between his two followers, and finally chose the bigger and bigger one. "The time was set for midnight in the trophy room because the doors were never locked."

"Okay! That's it! Whoever doesn't come by then will be a coward."

Before Harry could react, Ron agreed on his own accord.

After the three of Malfoy left, Hermione, who was reading a book, finally raised her head and asked, "Are you really planning to have a wizard duel with Malfoy?"

"Why not? As you can see, that guy is just bluffing." Ron shrugged nonchalantly.

"Uh... Can anyone tell me what is the wizard duel? What is the assistant?" Harry asked weakly.

Ron replied without thinking: "What the assistant means is that if you die in a duel, then I will go on instead of you. But don't worry, it's the duels between adult wizards that really kill people. At Malfoy's level , at best, sparks can be ejected from the tip of the wand, which is far from being able to hurt people."

"What if I wave my wand and get no response?" Harry was visibly worried.

Because he had never really fought with anyone since he was a child, and he was basically the one who was bullied.

"Then drop the wand and put your fist on Malfoy's nose." Ron suggested viciously.

Hearing these ignorant and stupid remarks, Hermione immediately interrupted: "Sorry to excuse me. As far as I know, Malfoy is from a pure-blood family, so he should have mastered a few spells before entering school." .”

"What? How do you know?" Ron froze for a moment.

"Soth told me. In the Slytherin common room on the first night of school, Malfoy once cast a spell or two. Although the power is not great, it is enough to make you mess up." Hermione was annoyed rolled his eyes.

The longer she spent with Zuo Si, the more she felt that the red-haired kid in front of her was as stupid as a pig.

Not to mention the comparison with the senior Percy, even the twin brothers seem to be ten thousand times smarter than Ron.

moment!

Ron, who was talking loudly one second, showed a frightened expression the next second.

Not only him, but Harry, who somehow became the protagonist of this duel, panicked even more.

After all, he had already experienced the power of the spell, and just a slight wave could make people fall unconscious on the ground.

He couldn't imagine how bad-hearted Malfoy would do if he fell into a coma.

"What should we do now?"

After a long silence, Harry finally started to try to find a way to break the situation.

"There are only a few hours left until midnight. Unless you have the same talent as South, it is impossible to learn a spell in such a short period of time. So I suggest that you better not go to the appointment tonight. "

After all, Hermione quickly stood up and disappeared at the end of the corridor leading to the library.

Watching the girl disappear out of sight, Ron and Harry exchanged glances, and immediately walked straight towards the empty table sitting in the far right corner.

Zuo Si, who was fiddling with the scroll, saw two people appearing in front of him, and immediately asked without raising his head, "What's the matter?"

"Well... we have an agreement with Malfoy to have a wizard duel tonight. So I wanted to ask you for a little favor." Harry stammered out the request.

"Oh? Wizard duel? You?"

Zuo Si finally stopped what she was doing, raised her head and stared at the two foolish boys.

Because he really didn't understand how the other party had the courage to accept the invitation to a wizard duel when he didn't master any spells.

Know that Gryffindor's motto is bravery, not recklessness.

However, considering that most people do some stupid things impulsively or without thinking when they are young, the actions of Harry and Ron do not seem so incomprehensible.

After all, who didn't have a dark history when he was young.

At least Zuo Si remembers very clearly some behaviors that make him feel extremely embarrassing and humiliating when he thinks about it now.

"Yes! Is there any way for us to master one or two spells that can be used in duels in a short period of time?" Harry asked anxiously in a low voice.

"Well—there are quite a few spells, but the problem is that with your current level of spells, even the simplest levitating spell may take more than ten hours of practice to be effective." Zuo Si rubbed his chin pretendingly Said embarrassingly.

"So there's no way?"

At the critical moment, Ron, who has very low EQ and IQ, suddenly interjected.

Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No. I mean, you guys might consider using the magic scroll I'm working on."

"Magic scroll? What's that?" Harry's eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"To put it simply, it is to restore the spell to a stable spell model and store it in a parchment scroll together with the magic power. When needed, the spell can be released successfully as long as it is activated through a very simple method. No matter Have you learned this spell and are you good at it? How about it, does it sound good?"

Zuo Si's tone was full of naked and undisguised temptation.

No need to ask, he knew that he was planning to use the two idiots in front of him, as well as Master Malfoy and the two attendants who were plotting not far away as experimental subjects, to test whether the scroll could achieve the expected effect.

"Wow! Really? How come I've never heard of this before?" Ron exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Because the technique of transcribing scrolls was the first thing I thought of and invented.

While it's far from perfect right now, it should be enough for Malfoy.

Look, this is the Iron Armor Curse. After activation, it can form an indestructible defense around your body;

This is the Fire Charm, which unleashes billowing flames from the tip of the wand;

This is the disarming spell, which can knock down the opponent's wand in an instant;

This is the Sleeping Curse, which can make a person unconscious..."

At this moment, Zuo Si is like an excellent salesman, showing his research results to Harry, a high-quality customer.

Because he is most likely the wealthiest of all the students in Hogwarts.

And Zuo Si just happens to be short of research funds at the moment, and plans to slaughter this "fat sheep" a little bit.

"How much do these scrolls cost?"

Harry obviously realized something, and subconsciously took out a small handful of golden Galleons from his pants pocket.

In his view, all problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

But Zuo Si smiled and waved his hand: "No, you misunderstood, I'm not selling these scrolls, but I hope you can sponsor this research with great potential in the future. Of course, in return, I will give you Some scrolls are sent to you for testing."

Harry was obviously not stupid, so he understood the meaning immediately, and immediately changed his words: "How much investment do I need to make?"

"For about ten Galleons, you can choose five scrolls at will and take them away. But I have to remind you that the power of magic such as the Fire Curse and the Cutting Curse is amazing. The former can burn people to death." Serious injuries, the latter will cause bleeding and even death." Zuo Si solemnly issued a warning.

"Don't worry, I haven't used a spell like that against Malfoy yet. I think two Sleeping Spells, one Armor Spell, one Impeding Spell, and one Disarm should be enough. Here, that's ten gold Kanon, as a sponsor for your research."

Harry quickly counted ten gold coins and placed them on the table, then took five scrolls with seals.

"Thank you very much for your support. The method of using the scroll is very simple, just tap on it with your wand."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Si quietly stuffed the Gallon on the table into his pocket, planning to go to Snape to buy some dragon's blood later.

As a master of potions, Curry must always have this precious and expensive material in his personal warehouse.

After getting the five magic scrolls, Harry and Ron didn't dare to stay in the lobby on the first floor, for fear that the professors and Malfoy would notice their little tricks.

After returning to the Gryffindor common room, Harry immediately relaxed, sat down on the sofa next to the fireplace, and said with a smile, "Now we finally have a trump card against Malfoy."

"Yes! Seal the spell in a parchment scroll? Although I don't like Sous's weird character, I have to admit that he is indeed a true genius. But isn't it too expensive for two Galleons? " Ron couldn't help complaining.

As a standard "poor ghost", he grew up not to mention a gold Galleon, and even saw very little silver, and most of his pocket money was copper Knuts.

no way!

Who made the Weasley family have so many children, so many that they could hardly support them.

"I think it's okay. After all, according to South, these scrolls can be stored for a long time. Even if they don't need it now, they will definitely come in handy in the future. What's more, as long as you can see Malfoy's deflated appearance, no matter how much it costs I would like money too."

Harry obviously hated Malfoy for coming to trouble him every now and then, so he planned to take this opportunity to teach him an impressive lesson.

In this way, the two of you began to outline the scene of the midnight duel, imagining the scene where Malfoy was beaten to his knees begging for mercy, and from time to time they would let out a smirk.

Hermione, who happened to pass by, couldn't help sighing and shaking her head when she saw it, and began to worry about her future.

Because among her peers except Zuo Si, she found that those children from wizarding families were not only arrogant and stupid, but also full of an inexplicable sense of superiority.

...

On the other side, in the Slytherin common room at the bottom of the underground lake.

Master Malfoy was talking to the freshmen of several pure-blood families, and made no secret that he would release the pigeons of the savior, and then tipped off to the administrator Filch to catch them.

This would not only deduct a lot of Gryffindor points, but also allow Potter to be fined or expelled for violating school rules.

Just when he was talking more and more vigorously, he was suddenly surprised to find that the audience around him closed their mouths for some reason, and their faces were full of fear and panic.

Out of a subconscious reaction, Master Malfoy immediately turned his head, saw Zuo Si standing behind him at a glance, jumped up from the chair in fright, and asked nervously, "You...what do you want?"

"Breach of contract, informant, evasion, is this the pride and glory of your pure-blooded family?

Or is this a Slytherin tradition?

If the answer is yes, then I'm really ashamed of you.

Because no matter how nice it is in words, all I see is a group of despicable people hiding in secret and playing tricks.

Maybe... I should give you and your family a nickname.

What do you think of vultures?

Although this kind of bird is huge in size, it doesn't have much hunting ability. It can only feed on the dead and rotting carcasses of other animals. It matches your current temperament very well. "

As soon as Zuo Si opened her mouth, she was full of ridicule.

He was about to test the power of the scroll, but he didn't want Master Malfoy to stay in the dormitory to sleep tonight.

"You! How dare you insult me ​​and my family?!!!"

Malfoy was furious instantly, and his pale complexion instantly turned red.

"What, do you have an opinion? As a wizard, if you want to defend your honor, then just pull out your wand and prove me wrong with actual actions. If you don't dare, just shut up and admit it honestly You are a cowardly and despicable villain. Don't talk about your father, family and other things all day long, it will only make people feel that you are incompetent."

Speaking of this, Zuo Si paused suddenly, turned around and scanned the entire Slytherin common room with sharp eyes, especially those senior students.

After a full minute, he pursed his lips and let out a contemptuous sneer, and said in a very slow voice: "It's the same with you. Seeing that I'm upset, and you want to trouble me, you are welcome at any time. But please pay attention, the first The second time will not be like the first time, just a little bit of burn and smoke."

With the last word blurted out, Zuo Si swung his wand violently and aimed at the ground not far away to shoot out a bright beam of light.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

The place hit was instantly blown to pieces.

A large amount of gravel and dust splashed in all directions, making the students who were resting feel ashamed one by one.

When the dust cleared, everyone saw that there was a big hole with a radius of three meters and a depth of more than half a meter out of thin air on the ground where no one was standing.

It is conceivable that if this blow hits a person, even a complete corpse may not be found.

Such an astonishingly powerful shattering curse directly frightened this group of students who hadn't graduated yet.

In particular, Zuo Si inadvertently revealed a real sense of oppression, which was not something this group of rookies who probably hadn't even seen blood could bear.

Some timid girls, such as Pansy Parkinson who had been following Malfoy all the time, even cried out of fright.

Seeing that the "little snakes" of Slytherin House were all trembling under his lust again, Zuo Si suddenly showed a satisfied smile, raised his wand and waved it lightly twice to release the repairing spell.

In the blink of an eye, the lounge that had been bombed beyond recognition returned to normal again.

He could see that the students in Slytherin who supported the pure-blood faction were a bunch of scumbags, who had to be cleaned up every now and then, otherwise they would fall into their old ways.

And the more brutal, cold, and powerful you are, the more these people will worship you from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing Zuo Si return to her dormitory along the stairs like a normal person, the headmistress Gemma Farley immediately smiled and asked her companions: "Have you felt the amazing power contained in his thin and small body!" Believe me, he is destined to be a stronger and greater wizard than Dumbledore and You-Know-Who, there is absolutely no doubt about that."

"I never deny South's talent and strength. But the problem is, he doesn't seem to have any sense of identity with Slytherin House, let alone accept us. On the contrary! He went with a few Gryffindor students Very close all the time. Especially that nasty guy named Hermione Granger, who would sit as close to South as possible every time he went to the library."

Another young man with short brown hair frowned and began to complain.

It was not difficult to tell from his age and attire that he was obviously in the sixth or seventh grade, and he was only one step away from graduation.

"Don't worry, my friend. It is not an easy task to win the trust and acceptance of people like South. First, we must show enough value." Gemma Farrell held her chin meaningfully Said.

"You mean..." A strange light flashed in the young man's eyes.

Gemma Farley explained unhurriedly: "What I mean is to establish a network of relationships and intelligence, and then show it to South at a certain point.

When he thinks we are useful, he will naturally choose to accept us.

After all, in today's magic world, no matter how powerful a wizard is, he needs to have many forces attached to him as his arms, otherwise he can't do anything at all.

In the same way, if there is no strong enough wizard as the backing, our ambitions will be like castles built on the beach, which will collapse when they are gently washed by the waves.

Look at that idiot Cornelius Fudge, the current British Minister for Magic, what do you think he can sit in that position?

strength?

fame?

Or ability?

No, neither.

It is because our Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, supports him, that's all.

So if we want to make a career in the magic world, we must have a reliable background.

Mysterious Man used to be a good choice.

Although he is cold, cruel, and ruthless, he always treats students who graduated from Slytherin House with different eyes.

But the problem was that he failed, completely destroyed by a newborn baby Harry Potter.

So our Slytherin house needs to find a new person with unlimited potential, and then help and accompany him to grow until it becomes a towering tree that can shelter us from wind and rain.

Remember how the mysterious man treated those who helped him when he was a student? "

"Of course! Those families have gained unimaginable power and wealth. They can even ignore the law and slaughter those former enemies without restraint."

When saying these words, the young man revealed strong envy in his tone.

Although Voldemort caused a bloodbath in the entire British wizarding world back then, many Slytherin students often felt not fear of him, but admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

"It's good to know. I don't want to talk about unnecessary nonsense, you just need to do your own thing."

No matter from the tone and demeanor, it is not difficult to see that Gemma Farley has become the leader of this small group.

...

Time flies and the two or three hour break after dinner is quickly over.

When the time came to half past eleven, the entire Hogwarts Castle had completely entered the curfew.

In the corridor outside, except for Filch who was still wandering around with a lantern, trying to catch those students who were not sleeping well and still wandering at night, there were basically only ghosts wandering around.

Ron, who had been waiting in the dormitory, raised his head and glanced at his watch, and immediately said to his friend next to him, "Man, it's time for us to go."

"receive!"

Without further ado, Harry put the robes he had taken off on his body, then picked up his wand and tiptoed down the spiral staircase into the Gryffindor common room.

Just when the two were about to walk into the portrait passage, they suddenly saw a black figure standing up from the chair and asked in a slightly surprised tone: "Are you really planning to go to the appointment?"

"Who?!"

Ron was instantly scared out of his wits.

You must know that the punishment for being caught in a night tour is quite severe, and it will also deduct a lot of points from the academy.

He didn't want to be the public enemy of Gryffindor.

"Relax, it's me."

Before the words fell, a lamp was suddenly lit.

Hermione, who was wearing pink pajamas, appeared in front of the two of them.

Seeing that he was an acquaintance, Ron's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and he complained annoyedly: "Damn! You almost gave me a heart attack! You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"

"I'm just a little worried. You two don't even know the Disillusionment Charm. What if you get caught halfway? Gryffindor points will be deducted. So for the honor of the academy, I must at least make sure that you two are safe." Arrive at the trophy room."

With that said, Hermione also grabbed her own robe from the sofa and put it on her body, posing as if she was going to accompany her.

"You know the Disillusionment Charm?" Ron opened his mouth in shock.

Hermione raised her chin proudly and responded, "Of course! Do you think that everyone is just like you and knows how to play around all day long? When you were wasting time on gossip and games, I was already asking Under the guidance of Si, I have read several books related to spells."

"Well, it seems that there are two monsters, one big and one small, in this freshman class." Ron couldn't help but whispered.

"Thanks, Hermione."

Harry gladly accepted the girl's offer.

He understood that the other party was worried that he might be expelled if he violated the school rules again and again.

Almost at the same time, Malfoy also sneaked out of the Slytherin common room with his two followers.

You don't need to ask, you know that those words before have irritated him so much that this spoiled young master wants to prove with practical actions that he is not just a villain who only dares to hide behind his back and play tricks.

Of course, all this happened to be seen by Zuo Si who was about to go to the restricted section of the library.

Out of the mentality of wanting to watch a good show, he remained invisible and followed silently until he came to the trophy showroom on the third floor.

Since the door was never locked here, Malfoy easily opened the door and walked in.

Less than two minutes later, Harry, Ron and Hermione also arrived as expected.

The two sides confronted each other for more than ten seconds in this room where countless trophies were placed. In the end, Malfoy took the initiative, pointed at Hermione and asked, "Potter! We agreed that there are two people, why do you bring more?" Got one?"

"Aren't you the same?" Harry stared at Goyle unflinchingly.

"Wait a minute! For the record, I'm just making sure that the two of them arrive safely, and I don't intend to participate in this stupid duel."

Hermione expressed her position clearly.

Although he has mastered quite a few spells, his practical experience is basically zero, and he is not sure whether he can successfully release the spells he usually practiced in a battle.

"Hey! You're on our side!" Ron reminded softly.

"Sorry, all I promised was to make sure you don't get caught halfway. Now, that mission has been accomplished."

If it was changed to before, the girl might choose to help based on the identity of the same academy.

But after listening to Zuo Si's remarks about a group of living people being manipulated by four dead people, his sense of identification with Gryffindor College suddenly decreased.

Although he will help when encountering problems, he will never make sacrifices and change his position as a precondition.

(end of this chapter)