The Existence of Harry Potter

Wow, my computer is here. Although there is no internet, the code words are still a thing of the past. I can finally save the manuscript, wow!

Having a computer is different. If it wasn't for my control, this chapter would have exceeded 3,000.

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"Boom~"

I don't know where the bell rang, this day is over, and the next day is coming as scheduled, it has never been late, whether it is before, now or in the future.

It was already midnight. Harry, Hermione, and Neville carefully walked down the aisle, trying not to make a sound. Their destination was the prize showroom on the third floor. They needed to hide from anyone who might find them, and only then did Harry really realize that what Hermione said wasn't entirely superfluous.

"I think we should go back immediately."

Hermione doesn't know how many times she has said this. Now, even she doesn't believe that Harry will get lost and go back to sleep honestly, but because of her sense of responsibility, she still doesn't get tired of it once. Repeated again.

"After going back?" Harry asked without looking back, his ears quivered, capturing all the sounds he could catch, and if there was a little bit of trouble, he would stop nervously and check carefully. Move around after that.

"We can wait there, the fat lady may be back in a while." Hermione replied without hesitation.

"What if she went out and had so much fun that she forgot to come back?" said Harry, "then we'd just be at the door for one night, and then the next day, we'd be sneaking out outside of the allotted time. It would spread all over the school. Honestly, I don't think it's any better than just wandering out and getting caught."

Hermione was silent. If she knew this would happen, she wouldn't meddle in her own business, so much so that she couldn't even want to go back now. However, even if Hermione was given a chance to start all over again, she might still be meddling, only this time she would use a tougher method, such as using a petrifying spell to hold Harry there...

"I miss my grandma..."

Neville, who was at the back, was already crying when he spoke. He was unlucky because he forgot his password, so he took it to midnight outside. Although he finally learned the password from Harry and the others, the doorman The fat lady went out to visit, so that he couldn't go back.

From this point of view, maybe Ron was lucky. He was going to come, but he was still lying on the bed, and his arms were not ready. However, Ron gave Harry the mental support that was the only thing he could do.

"arrive."

Harry said in a low voice, there were no dangers along the way, and he finally arrived at the prize showroom safely.

The crystal glass cases where the prizes were displayed gleamed in the moonlight, and in the darkness, trophies, shields, medals and statues shone with silver and gold. The three moved forward against the wall, their eyes fixed on the doors at either end of the room, and Harry pulled out his wand in case Draco swooped in and duelled him, and the time passed.

"Why did you choose to duel here?" Hermione asked in confusion. She reached out and touched a trophy. The thick dust showed that no one had come to clean it for a long time.

"Don't ask me, the location is set by that Malfoy." Harry shrugged and replied.

"Aren't you afraid this is a trap?"

"What trap?" Harry asked rhetorically, with confusion written all over his face, but he still didn't react. In Dumbledore's words, Harry's name was Tucson Po. After all, among the people he had come into contact with in the past, the worst uncle's family did not use any conspiracies and traps to deal with him.

"If I were Malfoy, I would lure you here and inform Filch or the other teachers that you would be caught on the spot!" Hermione explained.

"That Malfoy doesn't look like such a smart guy," Harry said, though, he was a little frightened.

"But there is another person in Slytherin, who is much more cunning." Hermione said seriously, "Asker! That is an extremely cunning, unscrupulous guy. You have seen everything during the day, he is not a genius. A friend of Ryffindor."

"Maybe he's your friend..." Harry whispered.

"What did you say?" Hermione couldn't hear clearly, so she asked.

"Nothing..." Harry shook his head, and suddenly, a voice came from the next room, which startled him. Harry had just raised his wand when he heard someone speak, and it was clearly not Malfoy.

"Smell it everywhere, my dear, where they might be hiding."

Harry and the others are not unfamiliar with this voice, it was Filch speaking to Mrs Norris!

"Felch! Damn, we have to get out of here!"

Harry growled at Hermione and Ron angrily and irritably, then he turned around, discerned his direction, and ran towards the depths of the prize room, listening to Ron's two twins My brother said that there is an exit there, leading to the magic spell classroom.

In the darkness, the influence of hearing was amplified, and Harry could hear Filch getting closer to them. Suddenly, Neville couldn't take it anymore. He let out a terrifying scream and ran away. Unfortunately, he tripped, lost his balance, and finally knocked a set of knightly armor to the ground.

Suddenly, "crack clap" and "crash la la", the sound was enough to wake up the entire castle.

"Run!"

Harry shouted, and the three ran down the corridor at full speed, not daring to look back to see if Filch was following. They went round the doorposts, down corridor after corridor, Harry at the front, and finally they came out near the classroom where the Charms class was taking, and they could finally stop and catch their breath.

"I think we've thrown him off," Harry gasped, leaning against the cold wall, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Neville was hunched over, gasping for breath, and he couldn't believe until this point that he had persevered.

"I... told... you!" Hermione said breathlessly, grabbing the seam on her chest with her hands, "I... told... you..."

"We must return to Gryffindor Castle!" Harry interrupted Hermione impatiently, "The sooner the better!"

"Malfoy lied to you!" Hermione said to Harry. "You see? He wasn't going to meet you there at all... Filch knew someone was going to the prize room, and Malfoy must have told him that. information!"

Harry thought Hermione might be right, but he didn't want to say that to her, because wouldn't that be an admission that he had been molested by Malfoy once?

"Let's go."

However, things were not so simple. They had just walked about ten steps when they heard the **** of a door rattle, and something jumped out of a classroom in front of them.

Peeves!

"The nasty freshman, wandering around in the middle of the night. Tsk, tsk, tsk, naughty, naughty, you will be arrested." Peeves grinned wickedly, with maliciousness flashing in his small eyes, looking extremely rude. "Should tell Filch, yes," Peeves said solemnly, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's for your own good, you know?"

"If you dare to do this, I guarantee that Barrow will let you die in rhythm!" A voice more arrogant and malicious than Peeves sounded.

"Who is it?" Peeves shouted into the dark corridor, "Don't scare me with the **** Barrow, Peeves is not afraid of Barrow, I am the best at Hogwarts!"

"Barrow, it seems that someone disagrees with you."

"Really..." A icy voice suddenly sounded, as if the blade had slid across an ice cube, and the **** Barrow slowly walked out of the darkness. He stared at Peeves coldly, "So you've never been afraid of me?"

"This..." Peeves rolled his eyes a few times, then turned around immediately, he chose to run away.

Peeves escaped, but Harry and the others couldn't relax at all. The **** Barrow, they would actually meet the **** Barrow here!

The **** Barrow scared Peeves away. He turned his head, glanced at Harry and the others, and walked in the direction Peeves left.

"Barrow, thank you!"

The blood man Barrow didn't look back, as if he didn't hear the thank you. However, Harry and the others had different expressions, because two more people came out of the darkness.

Asker and Draco!

"Good evening." Asker greeted him with a smile, staring at Harry with his narrowed eyes for a long time, which made Harry extremely uncomfortable, but not easy to attack.

However, Harry didn't have a bad seizure, and Hermione didn't care about that.

"Ask!"

Asker looked at Hermione who was angry like a lioness in confusion. He touched his chin and asked uncertainly, "What's wrong?"

"Did you tip Filch about it?"

"That's right, it's me!" Asker looked at Harry for granted, and saw that he was clenching his teeth and clenching his fists tightly, wishing he could come and beat him. Taking another look at Hermione, the situation was similar, only Neville was slightly better, standing there doing nothing. However, Asker felt that it was possible that he didn't realize what happened at all.

"You still have the face to admit it?"

"Why should I be ashamed to admit it?" Ask asked back, "It doesn't seem like you said you can't do it. If you don't agree, you can do it too. If we get tricked, we'll be willing to admit defeat."

"But, this is a duel!" Harry shouted angrily.

"I didn't say this wasn't a duel..." Asker paused, "It was also part of the duel just now, sorry, the first round, the battle of wits, you lost!"

"If you don't agree, there is a second round..."-