Neville, who was sleeping soundly, straightened up suddenly and then lay back down again.
James and Alfred opened their eyes, looked at the ceiling vaguely, and then closed them again.
Maybe it was because the volume was so loud that it frightened them all and kept them sleeping.
But Ron, who was only separated by a wall, had the same reaction after being awakened.
The same goes for Seamus and Dean who share the same dormitory.
It's probably because the little lions of Gryffindor are tired, and they are still fast asleep even after four or five times in a row.
"Gu Gu——" Gu Gu's seventh cry was not heard.
Seeing that it was trying its best, Vincent reached out and picked up the rope.
Snape, who was responsible for lighting and monitoring, was extremely dissatisfied.
"So fat that you can't even scream?"
"Gugu——"
This feeble answer reminded Vincent of the situation of his roommates just now.
Not only was he careful when he went out for a night out, he also didn't dare to make any noise.
Tonight is strange, very strange.
Without thinking too much, Snape narrowed his eyes and glanced at Gryffindor Tower.
Although it passed by in a flash, he still caught a dark shadow.
"Wayne, I saw—"
"Don't eat the sour radish!" Vincent controlled the rogue rabbit to quickly get into the dormitory.
He jumped down and patted Neville's big face, "Wake up, Snape is here."
"Well -" Neville opened his eyes and looked at the two people dressed as bats.
He closed his eyes in a daze, still mumbling something in his mouth.
When Snape came closer to listen, his expression did not improve at all.
The Potions Professor is also the Head of Slytherin, why can't he enter the Gryffindor dormitory?
By the fat lady who ran out to visit?
"James, wake up, the old bat has come to our dormitory."
"What are you afraid of -" James' voice was louder, but equally weak, "Bats will not bite people while they are sleeping, unless they are frightened -"
Snape's expression was quite wonderful.
Of course he knew something was seriously wrong, but that didn't ease his mood.
"As you can see, Professor." Vincent walked up to him obediently,
"The protagonist of our party should use some magic that can absorb life force to turn his soul into a physical entity and pick up the magic wand."
Such evil magic can only be black magic.
"He's here." Snape turned around, opened the dormitory door, and ran outside to search like the wind.
After he left, Vincent's eyes became sharp.
The bullet with the magic circuit engraved just now must have caused particularly serious damage to Voldemort.
It happened that the Gryffindor dormitory was open, and the fat lady in the portrait went to drink with Ms. Violet again.
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Careless again.
Provocation doesn't work, the other party's goal is to delay recovery.
He opened the mithril suitcase and quickly flipped through Grindelwald's magic book.
Forbidden black magic - soul related - stealing life
"Whether it is the state of soul or body, if this magic is not possessed for a long time, the vitality it can obtain is extremely limited..."
Vincent closed the magic book with peace of mind and put it back into the mithril suitcase.
Just stealing a little bit won't cause serious consequences.
But if you add up, Voldemort will only become stronger than before.
Of course, after having a complete entity, it can no longer penetrate objects like the soul body.
This is a weakness, and the only weakness.
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…
a little while ago,
The sixth floor of the castle.
When Mag saw a drunken portrait, words could no longer describe the anger in her heart.
Under the big eyes of Hermione, Harry and Dobby, she tapped the portrait with her wand very restrainedly.
"Who is it? Didn't you see that we are all drunk?"
"Ahem——"
McGonagall glanced at Hermione who issued the reminder.
"Ignore them, let's continue!"
The fat lady in the portrait didn't know where she got the rum, so she raised her head and drank a bottle.
Harry's eyelids were beating wildly.
Tonight was indeed an eye-opener for him.
Not only did he see another side of Snape, but he also entered the secret room of Salazar Slytherin, the founder of the school.
The most important thing is to see the dean of his family look like when he is angry.
He whispered to Hermione: "Merlin will bless them."
"I hope so."
Dobby hid timidly behind him again.
This kind of instinctive fear is much scarier than Snape's.
Just as Mag was about to "criticize" the two people in the portrait severely, a cry suddenly rang out that enveloped the entire castle.
She did not cover her ears like the other three, but instead raised a rather bland smile.
Gugu's loud calls six times in a row did not shake her, but made her look quite happy.
The three people behind her didn't even dare to take a breath, and followed her upstairs quietly and obediently.
The original carpet search was replaced by the more efficient transformation technique.
"Look carefully, the deformation of objects can play a certain role in search."
In the weak eyes of Hermione and Harry, McGonagall just pointed the wand to the ground, and countless small cone-like spikes rose and fell along the corridor.
The room with the door closed on both sides has most likely been visited again.
"If you are not sure once, you can come again a few times."
She waved her wand towards the ground, and the original small spikes extended to half a person's height.
Accurate and efficient.
It just costs a little rage, and not everyone can use it at any time.
The third spike is already as high as the ceiling.
Fortunately, there are no classrooms or offices on the seventh floor, so no one usually wanders around here.
Otherwise, under these three waves of "real blanket searches", even Snape might not be able to escape unscathed.
"Professor, are we going to the eighth floor?"
"Of course, we are responsible for the sixth, seventh and eighth floors."
Hermione and Harry, who were following McGonagall, were extremely frightened.
But the one who was most frightened was Dobby, who was holding onto Harry's thick blanket.
The Vice-Principal of Hogwarts and the Head of Gryffindor are indeed not some docile kittens.
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…
dungeon.
Flitwick waved away the magic from Fred and George's ears.
The cooing sound was so loud that even those who had just come down were startled.
"Professor, can you make it warmer in here?"
"Of course." Flitwick not only warmed them up, but also illuminated the entire damp and dark dungeon.
When he did all this, he didn't even wave his wand.
Fred and George both stared.
If you want to talk about who is the easiest to get along with in the entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, apart from Sprout, it is Flitwick in front of you.
He generally does not take the initiative to deduct points, and all students who can answer the questions correctly will receive extra points.
He would also patiently answer questions about magic spells.
From Vincent to Neville, everyone is treated equally.
Fred and George, who always whispered in class, were no exception.
It's really hard not to like a dean like Yingyuan who is both good-tempered and powerful.