This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After the little episode just now, Harry and Ron were obviously much more relaxed.

They arrived at the dungeon smoothly and stood quietly in front of Snape's office.

It was not the first time they came here, but they still trembled when they really went in.

"Who will open the door?"

"I'll do it."

"If the old bat didn't go to class..." Ron didn't finish his words, Harry had already pulled the door handle.

It seemed that a cold wind blew, and the two shuddered inexplicably.

Ron closed his eyes tightly until Harry's voice sounded, "Hey, Snape is not here."

Take off the invisibility cloak and walk into the empty office.

Those bottles and jars soaked in internal organs are still very creepy.

There was a ball of green mucus on the workbench, and the two recalled at the same time the scene of sitting next to it and extracting venom from a large basket of eight-eyed spiderlings a few days ago.

"Let's get started quickly."

"Okay."

After searching through the boxes and cabinets, they found nothing.

Harry opened the desk drawer in the inner room, "Isn't it Snape?"

Ron, who didn't believe in evil, opened the closet and saw a lot of black robes hanging.

Summer style, winter style, slim style, long style...

"The old bat really likes black."

Harry lifted the black quilt on the bed, "Uh - even the sheets are black."

Ron opened the drawer under the closet.

Black briefs, can't bear to look at.

"Fluorescent flickering -" He lay on the ground and looked under the bed.

There was not a bug, not even dust.

Harry reached into the black pillow, "It seems that it really wasn't Snape."

Ron grabbed his hair, "Where on earth would Ben Ben go..."

"Hmm..." Harry was also worried about this problem.

Ben Ben had been missing for almost three months, and then was taken to the temporary command center of the Ministry of Magic for a week of examination, and then was taken back to the dormitory and disappeared when he woke up.

"Could it be..." Harry and Ron looked at each other.

Ben Ben is already very old, it is really possible that he regards the temporary command center as his home.

But this place...

"Alas - let's find another way."

"It can only be this way."

The two sighed and walked out of the potion office.

...

...

Snape returned to the office after class and saw dense footprints on the ground at a glance.

He was one of the few potion masters, and he would never allow one or two dust particles to fall into the process of brewing potions.

Also, although his hair was very greasy, there were actually very few small pieces of dandruff, and they were basically large pieces.

So, these footprints could only belong to the intruder.

"Huh -" Snape sneered and followed the footprints into the room.

Amateur, completely inexperienced.

"If it's not those little bastards, who else could it be..."

His cold eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the wall.

Harry and Ron in the hall shuddered for no reason.

This feeling seemed familiar, as if they were being stared at by Snape.

"Harry, do you think the old bat will find out that it's us?"

"How is that possible? We are wearing an invisibility cloak, no one will find us."

Ron blew into his palm, "That's right, but how do we get into that place?"

"Got it!" Harry approached him and whispered in his ear.

The Bat Family has never targeted students, and they have even taken down the temporary command center recently.

Ron's eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened.

……

……

At the weekend, Hogwarts Castle once again ushered in a thorough search operation.

Vincent handed the mithril suitcase to Wells generously, but the latter did not rush to check the personal belongings inside.

"Wayne, what happened that day..." He hesitated, as if it was difficult to speak.

Vincent spread his hands indifferently, "Forget about the apology, after all, you are just following orders."

Wells's face was very interesting.

There was shame, regret, and dissatisfaction.

He silently opened the mithril suitcase and checked each item without saying a word.

This time the speed was very fast, and it was over in less than two hours.

Before he left the dormitory, he looked at Vincent deeply, and it seemed that he didn't really want to resolve the conflict.

Such a persistent character, probably from Gryffindor College.

However, the situation has changed now. The Ministry of Magic has begun to take into account the public opinion of the outside world and will not let Wells and others do whatever they want.

Vincent flexed his wrist slightly.

Keeping this trouble is never a solution, and it's time to increase the intensity.

At two o'clock in the morning, the Bat Family solved the castle as quickly as possible and came to the shadow of the temporary command center to gather.

Those on duty tonight are all old acquaintances, which will definitely be very interesting.

After arranging the tasks, they walked out of the shadows one after another and soon disappeared under the moonlight.

Although there are no prisoners in the cells of the temporary command center, people still need to be sent in regularly to check.

Wells walked in the narrow tunnel, and the torches on the wall could barely illuminate the surroundings.

But suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the swaying firelight seemed to indicate that something had come in.

"Batman!" He quickly drew out his wand and stood alert. "I know you are here, come out!"

"As you wish." A hoarse and low voice sounded from behind.

"Stupe down!" Wells's Stunning Spell hit a torch on the wall.

A black figure passed in front of him, and he felt a sharp pain in the hand holding the wand.

"Clang-" The surrounding area became quiet.

Wells stared blankly at his empty hands.

In just the blink of an eye, the wand was taken away.

The sound shouldn't be too far away, but now is obviously not the time to be distracted.

"Damn it..." Wells clenched his fists and glanced around with his eyes.

"Batman! Are you a coward? Come out and face me if you have the guts!"

"Wha—" A batarang flew past the side of his face.

"Facing me?" A low and hoarse voice came from behind again.

Wells turned around quickly, and a cloud of smoke suddenly exploded on the ground.

"Ahem—" He coughed, crossing his hands to protect his head.

After rushing out of the smoke, there was only endless darkness in front of him.

magic?

No, all the torches were put out.

^.^，

The smoke is just a cover, Batman is there to bring fear.

It was just darkness, and Wells believed he could survive it.

"Wha--" The sound of batarangs cutting through the air broke the silence.

He rolled to avoid it, but hit the wall head on.

My nose was hot, and my hands were wet with blood when I touched it.

Shaking his head, he stood up carefully.

It was dark, and Batman certainly couldn't see.

However, as soon as this thought occurred, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my abdomen.

"impossible……"

Wells half squatted and held his stomach, feeling that the air he breathed through his nose suddenly became thinner.

The nosebleed must have blocked the trachea, that's for sure.

He opened his mouth and breathed heavily, but he still felt like he was about to suffocate.

Is it because of fear? Is he scared?

impossible!

Wells stood up abruptly, waving his fists randomly in the air.

"You're scared..." A low and hoarse voice sounded.

He increased the speed of his fist swing and suddenly shook it and hit the ground.

His head felt dizzy, probably because he had lost too much blood.

"This is fear, Wells..."

Auditory hallucinations must be auditory hallucinations.

"Face it, face the fear..."

A strange orange-red light group appeared in front of Wells' eyes, and then a vague figure slowly walked out of it.

The man had a body like a bat, and his eyes and mouth were emitting extremely dazzling light.

Hallucination?

Maybe.

"I saw you..." Wells forced himself to stand up, "I saw you...Batman..."

His mind went blank, and he fell back hard.

Darkness, just endless darkness.

He slowly closed his eyes and passed out completely.

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