i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 28 Filch strikes!
They put on their robes, took their wands, and tiptoed through the upper chambers of the castle.

Ron kicked on the suitcase who forgot to put it back in the dormitory, making a dull sound.

Just as he was about to scream, Rigg and Harry, who had been on guard all along, tightly covered their mouths from left to right.

Sensing him calm down, Rigg and Harry dropped their hands and continued down.

Go down the spiral staircase and into the Gryffindor common room.

There was still some embers flickering in the fireplace, and the armchairs seemed to be black shadows.

"Don't let me know which idiot didn't take the suitcase."

Reflecting the firelight of the fireplace, Ron said angrily.

His eyes were shining and filled with tears.

Rigg gave Ron a thumbs up in admiration, which made Ron feel much better.

He kicked the hard box wrapped in dragon skin, but he still didn't say a word.

I'm such a man.

Ron couldn't be happier with himself!
They had just reached the portrait aisle when they heard a voice in the chair nearest them.

"I can't believe you guys actually did that."

A lamp was lit with a pop.

The person on the chair was Hermione Granger.

She was wearing a pink nightgown, her long curly hair was tied into a high ponytail behind her, and her fair little face was full of expressions of disapproval.

Hermione frowned at the tiptoeing trio.

"Why are you here again?" Ron really didn't expect this annoying spirit to be so persistent, "Go back to sleep!"

"I almost told your brother," Hermione snapped back.

"Percy Weasley - he's a prefect, and he'll stop your duel."

Harry couldn't believe that there were such nosy people.

"Come on," he whispered to Ron and Rigg.

Rigg thought for a while, "Malfoy almost caused Harry to be expelled. Can you forgive Malfoy for causing you to be expelled from Hogwarts?"

Harry really didn't want to get entangled with Hermione, he was in a hurry to duel Malfoy.

It's late, and Malfoy will laugh at him for being a coward, Harry thought.

He directly pushed away the portrait of the fat lady and crawled in through the hole.

Rigg motioned for Ron to go first, and he met Hermione's eyes.

Hermione looked at the only academic rival to her.

Well, she actually lost badly.

Because of Xueba's sympathy for each other, she was still willing to listen to Lige's words.

Thinking of being expelled from Hogwarts, Hermione gasped. This was a result she absolutely could not accept.

Seeing Hermione was silent, Rigg continued: "It's the same with Harry. It's not that he wants to violate the school rules, it's that Malfoy has been targeting him."

Ron waved to Rigg on the opposite side, and Harry also whispered to Rigg to come out quickly.

Rigg could only say goodbye to Hermione and climb into the hole.

It's just that if Hermione gave up so easily, she wouldn't be Hermione.

Hermione followed Rigg into the hole like an angry female dragon.

He lowered his voice and yelled at them: "But now Harry has not been expelled, but the point gems in Gryffindor's house cup will be deducted by your night tour."

Thinking of the extra points she earned for studying so hard, Hermione became even angrier.

"I don't want Slytherin to win another House Cup, and I don't want you to lose all the points I got from Professor McGonagall with the transfer spell."

"You go back quickly, don't follow us. You will also be deducted points in a while!" Ron finally recovered from the pain in his feet, and his mind was full of a duel for a while.

"Okay, but I warn you Ron, you're so..."

As for how it is, they don't know.

Rigg, Harry, and Ron were already trotting.

Having been entangled with Hermione for so long, I don't know if they are late.

Hermione turned to the portrait of the Fat Lady, trying to drill back in, but found that the painting she was facing was empty.

This is the only way to enter Gryffindor College. Only the portrait of the fat lady who is in charge of guarding the door turns the door open to enter the Gryffindor lounge.

The Fat Lady had gone out late at night, and Hermione was locked outside the Gryffindor common room.

"Oh, what should I do now?" Hermione said to herself in confusion.

"That's your problem." Ron said not far away, "We have to go, we're going to be late."

Look at the dark corridor, and look at the empty portrait.

There is also a cold wind blowing in the aisle from time to time, making it look gloomy.

Hermione shivered, gritted her teeth, and ran in the direction Rigg and the others left.

Before they had reached the end of the corridor, Hermione caught up.

"I'll go with you," she said.

"You're not allowed to go." Harry was going crazy.

He wasn't sure enough to defeat Malfoy in the first place.

It's good now, and there are more audiences he doesn't like.

In case he did lose, Harry thought sadly.

He probably won't be able to hold his head up anymore.

"Did you think I was going to stand outside here until Filch came and got me?" Hermione's wit came back now.

"If he finds the three of us, I'll tell him the truth, and say I'm trying to dissuade you."

"You're pretty brave," said Ron loudly.

"Keep your voice down!" Rigg said sternly, motioning everyone to shut up.

"I heard voices."

It was a wheezing sound.

"Is that Mrs. Norris?" Ron asked holding his breath, squinting his eyes and looking into the darkness.

Not Mrs. Norris, but Neville.

He was curled up on the floor, sound asleep.

But as they approached, he woke up with a start.

"Thank goodness you found me! I've been out here for hours." Neville couldn't be happier.

He thought he was going to sleep on the ground all night.

"I can't remember the new password and can't go to bed."

"Keep your voice down, Neville. The password is 'pig's nose,'" said Hermione displeased.

"But it's useless to you now. The fat lady has gone somewhere, and I was locked out of the door."

"How's your arm?" Rigg asked.

"It's all right," Neville said, holding up his arms to show them.

"Madam Pomfrey cured it in the blink of an eye."

Harry, who heard that Neville was fine, was also relieved.

Then he looked around anxiously, afraid that Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts, would come out of nowhere.

Filch has been at Hogwarts for at least 15 years, and topped the list of the most hated teachers for little wizards this decade.

They had heard Filch's name from the mouths of twins George and Fred before they even entered school.

He also has a scrawny cat named Mrs. Norris who is always with him.

Mrs. Norris would hang around Hogwarts Castle all the time, and whenever she found a little wizard mischievous and violating school rules, she would call Filch.

If Filch catches a little wizard who violates the school rules, he will take him to his office full of torture instruments, and punish a dragon by deducting points and confinement.

So no little wizard wants to be caught by Filch.

The deduction of points is a minor matter, and Filch's office really doesn't want to go back.

According to the rumors, it has become a nightmare land covered with the blood of the little wizard.

Of course, Filch didn't have permission to use torture instruments, he was just trying to scare the troublemakers.

Looking at the little wizard who can use magic, he shivered in front of him.

For the Squib Filch, who is clearly a wizard but can't use magic, this is really the happiest thing for him.

"Alright, Neville, listen, we're going somewhere, see you later."

Harry couldn't wait for a moment.

"Don't leave me!" Neville said, getting up from the ground.

"I don't want to stay here alone. The ghost of the bloody Barrow has passed by here twice."

The time came out from Rigg's wand head, "We have to hurry up, there are still 5 minutes."

The moonlight came in from the high windows, and streaked across the ground, barely illuminating the direction Rigg and the others were heading.

Every time they turned a corner, several people thought they were about to bump into Filch or Mrs. Norris.

Fortunately, their luck is good.

They hurried up the stairs to the third floor and tiptoed towards the prize room.

Malfoy and Crabbe were away.

The crystal case in which the prizes were displayed glistened in the moonlight.

In the darkness, trophies, shields, medals, and statues shone silver and gold.

The trio moved forward one by one against the wall, Hermione and Neville following behind them.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the doors at either end of the room.

In a quiet room, even the sound of a heartbeat is noticeable.

Harry took out his wand in case Malfoy burst in and dueled him.

Time passed by minute by minute.

"He's late, maybe he's too scared to come," Ron whispered.

At this time, a sound came from the next room, which made them jump up in fright.

Harry had just raised his wand when he heard someone speak.

Not Malfoy.

"Sniff around, my dear."

It was Filch who was speaking to Mrs. Norris.

"That clever little Slytherin wizard can say that there will be several people here."

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