Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"Are you here?" Hermione said in a low voice.

Robert thought for a moment and nodded, "I'm here."

Although she couldn't see it, Hermione nodded, took two steps back, and gave way to the entrance to the common room. "You are lucky. The Fat Lady is going to drink again tonight. Anyway, come in quickly!"

"???" Robert asked.

According to the normal flow of the script, shouldn't you say "You shouldn't have come", and then I would follow up with "But I still came"?

Robert looked serious, what was wrong?

While thinking, Robert came back to his senses when he felt Hermione kick him lightly.

Now is not the time to be weird, the answer is to find the peeper.

While the little wizards were all in the common room, Robert had already checked a little and found no trace of the other party. This can prove that the other party is indeed invisible or using Animagus transformation. Robert personally prefers the latter. .

But it cannot be ruled out that the other party was just invisible, and the traces he left were wiped away by the restless little lions.

Well, these guys are really that naughty.

Hermione sat quietly at the desk nearby, pretending to be reading, as if she just wanted to stand up and stretch when she went to the door.

Since he agreed to Hermione's inspection, Robert was not polite and looked at the entire room again, trying to find out what was inconsistent with it.

There is a large desk, a huge fireplace, and pictures scattered on the wall but with a unique sense of beauty.

Robert's eyes fell on the portraits.

I don’t know if it’s the sequelae of watching too many horror movies, but Robert always feels that there might be a pair of eyes staring at him from behind the portrait, but there are no portraits here, so...

Where are those eyes?

At this time, perhaps because the candle flickered, Robert saw a strange color on a painting of a fruit plate.

Well, if I insist on talking about it...

A bit like the colorful black ones circulating on the Internet?

It's the kind of beetle that is obviously black, but has a smooth surface that reflects colorful colors in the sunlight.

What Robert saw was such a strange beetle.

It was only about the size of a fingernail, probably black or dark green, round, and fat. It was inconspicuous hidden among a lot of fruits and could easily be ignored.

Robert gave Hermione a look, but she was still sitting there, secretly looking around under the cover of the book. Only then did he remember that he was still invisible!

He had no choice but to approach the painting carefully.

At first glance, this painting is somewhat similar to the painting at the kitchen entrance. They are both painted in the same style. A large open bowl is filled with many fruits, such as apples, pears, grapes, figs, pomegranates...

This beetle lady was probably tired and thirsty. She was lying on a big round grape, lazily, giving people the illusion that she could be caught with just a little effort.

Well, it is indeed an illusion.

Robert looked at the painting helplessly. He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The fruit oil painting chosen by this fat beetle was the highest one on the wall. If he wanted to reach it, he would have to fly.

Of course, he also thought about moving the frame to make the fruit painting fall, but the beetle that felt the movement of the oil painting would definitely fly away!

or……

Climb up?

Robert rolled his eyes. If he turned into a cat, it would be understandable to climb walls, right?

After saying hello to Hermione, Robert found a place, took off his invisibility cloak, quietly turned into a cat, shook his head, and raised his head.

Forehead……

Robert was a little dumbfounded.

Why are White Tiger and Crookshanks in the same cathouse?

Against the backdrop of the orange flames, the black cat and the ginger cat nestled together, their big eyes staring straight at the chocolate-colored companion who suddenly appeared.

Robert subconsciously licked his paws and washed his face again. Guys, I want to say hello now, can you please stop scratching your face?

It was getting late, and the Gryffindor common room was deserted.

Hermione yawned.

Because of that very uncomfortable sight, she had not slept well for several days.

Maybe it was her illusion. Even if she hid in the dormitory and closed the doors and windows, she would occasionally feel someone looking at her with fiery eyes, as if she could dig out something of interest to the other person.

The completely unabashed feeling of wanting to dissect a person from the inside out and examine it carefully is horrifying.

That's why she didn't hesitate to invite Robert to help find the peeper. She had had enough of that feeling!

Although she had a time turner that allowed her to attend the professors' classes, it became meaningless after a long time. Now the precious artifact was gathering dust on Hermione's bedside table.

She had already made up her mind that if she couldn't find that nasty peeper, she would use this item to sleep with!

Because during the day, there is no sense of peeping.

Just when Hermione was in a trance, some tragic cat meows came from the fireplace. Hermione was stunned, trotted over, and saw her majestic and domineering cat and Robert's elegant cat. The black cat is bullying the cat.

Not only does it chase people around, but it also always wants to stretch out its paws to scratch their tails.

As for the object they were chasing, Hermione blinked. Isn't this Robert's Animagus form?

Robert felt miserable.

How could he not know that Crookshanks was so playful.

Just by flashing his face in front of it, this cat stared at me. Of course, it probably didn't mean to attack me. It just said something like "Why have you changed your appearance? Let's play together." thoughts, chasing after yourself.

As for the white tiger...

This guy sincerely came to cause trouble. He followed Robert and caused all kinds of troubles, hoping to make his friends teach this incompetent shit shoveler a lesson.

After being chased away by the two cats for a long time, Robert became angry. He jumped up to the wall of the Gryffindor common room.

Probably because Slytherin is really rich, the walls of the Gryffindor common room are actually covered with felt. Although it is not very stable, with the grip and flexibility of a cat, I can run on the wall for a while... …

It’s still very problematic! ! !

Robert felt that his claws had obviously been dug into the wall, but there was no way to use the force to climb up. He had obviously seen Crookshanks climb over the wall before!

This is not scientific, let alone magic!

Robert wanted to cry but had no tears. He was not even as good as a cat!

But if you think about it carefully, it’s strange that the genuine cats...can’t climb walls, right?

Could it be that starting from today, he needs to practice one more thing, learning to climb walls with cats?