This Hogwarts is not normal

The dungeons at Hogwarts Castle are quite large.

Large enough to accommodate storage, a Potions classroom, the Batcave, Slytherin dormitories, an abandoned classroom and an empty great room.

It was still early, so I had to wait until Snape fell asleep before trying to "reason".

As soon as the storage room was opened, a smell of decay from hundreds of years ago poured straight into the six little mouths and noses.

"Ahem—" Vincent regretted.

He shouldn't have suggested coming here.

Rolf, who was also coughing violently, quickly waved his wand and rolled up all the dust.

"I'm afraid no one has been to this place in the past hundred years."

Hermione turned the brightness of the tip of her wand to high, illuminating a large pile of badly rotted wooden desks.

"I know why there's so much dust here."

She pointed to the innermost gray-brown hill.

Every little wizard who sneaks here and does the same thing as Rove is responsible.

Building the dust pile higher than adults is probably not a tradition that has been maintained since the founding of the school.

"We are not mysophobic."

Vincent stopped casting the sixth descaling spell.

Without blushing or panting, he threw all the dust he had just shaken onto the hill.

"You're already here, why don't you take a look again?"

Liu Xiaozhi, who inherited the fine tradition, found several antique-level gadgets.

Cedric looked at the long, thick wooden stick in his hand and felt that it looked like an ancient broomstick.

"This thing looks very similar to the Rogue Rabbit I had before I modified it." Vincent shook his head and spread his palms.

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What he found was a badly worn coin.

Judging by the size and color, it can basically be identified as a gold galleons.

"I really want to know the story behind it."

"Maybe I can block the killing curse like you!"

Cedric tapped the big wooden stick in his hand, "The sound is like oak. This thing is probably an oak arrow from a hundred years ago."

"That hand-made broomstick that is so heavy that it can barely turn?"

"yes."

Vincent collected the gold galleons and said, "It's very good. You can take it back as a souvenir."

Luofu weighed the worn quill in his hand and put it into his pocket with deep sympathy.

"Guys, come here~" Fred's voice sounded from the corner.

What he found was an invisibility cloak that had lost its invisibility effect.

"Alas -" Luofu stroked the dull silver fur on it.

Every time an invisibility cloak is made, a poor invisible beast is skinned off.

"If we add the Disillusionment Curse, will it turn into an invisibility cloak again?"

George's proposal was affirmed by Vincent.

"There are always wizards who can't learn the Disguise Curse." Cedric was very impressed.

It is precisely because of this that he and Rolf both hope to become magizoologists to better protect their increasingly rare numbers.

"Come on!" Fred put away the invisibility cloak.

Hermione looked down at an old book she was holding.

This is a fifth grade spells textbook.

The previous owner obviously didn't take good care of it, so not only was it missing many pages, but the ones that were intact were mostly covered with graffiti.

"Why are you carrying it?"

"Leave me alone."

George pouted, "It can always remind you to be a good student. You two are a perfect match."

After he finished speaking, he continued to rummage among the desks.

Hermione loosened her pursed lips and hugged the textbook tightly in her arms.

"Wow, this must be something good!"

George found a small rusty iron box.

Inside is a piece of parchment with blurred handwriting, which can be vaguely seen as an unsent love letter.

"Charles, you are the light in my life. I want whatever I want. I only hope you will do whatever..."

What George read out gave several people instant goosebumps.

Those words that I can't see clearly are too confusing just to think about them in my head.

"I am so and so, Charles you are so and so, are you willing to accompany me to so and so to the end of so and so..."

Vincent tightened his jacket, "Stop, stop!"

If I read it any more, I will even have to spit out yesterday’s breakfast.”

"Oh." George looked at the signature on the last line.

"Uh--Andrew William Jones?"

The six little ones looked at each other for a moment, and then took a deep breath.

Cedric swallowed and walked towards the desk where the small iron box was originally placed.

"hiss--"

Inside the small shape carved on the edge, there is an arrow passing through two names.

“Eye-searing!”

He came back cursing.

"These old timers..." Vincent shook his head and asked Fred for the Marauder's Map.

The old bat in the Batcave finally lies down.

"You will be caught sooner or later." Hermione said this, but she kept following them.

The twins quietly gave Vincent a thumbs up.

The Miss Granger who once said that a mysterious man was caught while wandering at night has disappeared.

Now only Hermione is left, who has successfully integrated into the organization.

"Their dormitory is waterproof, smoke-proof and intrusion-proof. How are you going to reason with Malfoy?"

Cedric felt uncomfortable being looked at, "It's useless even if I know the password."

Vincent took out a small bottle that had not been used for several afternoons, "We don't have to go into Malfoy's dormitory."

"You mean-"

"Yeah, it depends on who is unlucky enough to open the door first tomorrow~"

The two innocent little badgers started laughing evilly.

Hermione forcibly resisted her inner impulse and walked into the Slytherin dormitory with them.

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Sunday, the sun is shining brightly.

The temperature has dropped recently, and many students have changed into thick quilts.

And the little snakes who use quilts all year round are now covered with two thicker ones.

In the most luxurious dormitory in Hogwarts, Draco, who had just woken up, was stretching happily.

They lost yesterday's game, but life has to go on.

Being too stuck on the past is not a qualified Slytherin.

"Draco, do you want to watch the match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?" Goyle woke up very early.

"No, it's boring as hell." Draco put on his coat and dispelled all the magic traps one by one.

"Then I won't go either." Goyle slapped Crabbe on the forehead while he was still sleeping.

"Gregory! Don't you want to live anymore?"

The two men, who were of similar height and build, were about to grapple with each other when Draco glared at them sideways.

"Fight with Wayne, don't hang around in front of me."

He took the high-end soap sent from home and opened the bedroom door.

"Boom -" a sound sounded like a thin wire being pulled apart.

Before Crabbe and Goyle could respond, colorful powder was poured on Draco.

"Fake!!!"

He roared and rushed to the shower.

It takes time to unlock defensive magic, and these powders are not ordinary.

The longer it remains attached, the darker the color will become.

Draco looked at himself in the mirror, cursed and went back to take his sixteenth bath.

The mysterious man is indeed Quirrell.

But it is impossible for this wise guy who can only drool like ba ah ba to escape from Azkaban.

"I will definitely find you!"

The whole morning passed and he was still taking a bath inside.

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