Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

Dirty dirty~

The train is starting~

Along with the sound of the whistle, the train suddenly started to bump up and down, and the people sitting in it also swayed up and down, left and right, and it didn't calm down until the speed picked up.

Travis, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting in the same carriage again. Everyone except Travis was reading seriously, looking at the textbooks that Travis had received in advance from Nico Flamel. .

Travis didn't look at it because he had already said hello to Nico Flamel, and he wouldn't be deducted even if he didn't go to class!

There is someone on my forehead~

The passage was particularly lively today, with rats and rabbits running through from time to time, and little wizards chasing them.

These little wizards received envious looks from other little wizards, and those with new pets gathered together to share their experiences in raising pets.

They still only regard these elves as ordinary pets, and have no intention of fighting against each other.

Travis watched with interest and did not remind him.

The elves of this generation don't have any skills at all. They can only discharge electricity, breathe fire, and spit. The real battle is not enjoyable at all.

"You still have to work hard~"

Withdrawing his gaze, Travis looked out the window, quietly watching the receding scenery.

I got on the train in the morning and finally arrived at Hogwarts in the afternoon.

The first thing I did when I returned to Hogwarts was to have a banquet and eat.

The little wizards who had been riding the train for most of the day turned into rice cooks, and the food was delicious.

After the banquet, everyone went back to the dormitory together, but there was a traffic jam on the way back to the dormitory.

"what happened?"

Curious, Hermione took the lead and pushed forward.

Perhaps because of the girls, the people in front got out of the way, and the four of them squeezed to the front easily.

"What is this?" Ron exclaimed.

Travis' pupils shrank sharply.

I saw a line of words written in red unknown liquid on the wall at the corner: The secret room has been opened, and those who are enemies of the successor will die!

Looking around, Travis breathed a sigh of relief. No injured people or animals appeared.

"What the hell is going on? I've always had my notes, and Tom..."

Travis subconsciously touched the note in his pocket to make sure it was still there.

But Travis would rather it be gone.

If it's not there, it means something went wrong on your side, and you just have to make up for it.

Still, it means something unexpected happened in the development of things.

"What happened? Why are you all gathered here?"

A voice came and everyone turned around. It was Professor McGonagall.

The crowd made a way, and Professor McGonagall walked to the front and saw the words on the wall.

First he frowned, and then a displeased look appeared on Professor McGonagall's face.

"Who pulled this prank? It's best to come to my office and admit it."

"Now, don't sit around and go back to your lounge and have a good rest. Don't forget that you have classes tomorrow."

Hearing what Professor McGonagall said, the depressive atmosphere among the students was swept away, and many of them looked directly at the Weasley twins—the two of them who loved to play pranks the most.

"Don't look at us."

"You know us."

"If it's us doing some prank."

"We just admitted it."

The two of them were speaking like a continuum, and they cooperated very well, as if they were telepathically communicating.

However, their friends did not let them go. As they walked, they surrounded them and asked them if they had come up with any fun ideas.

The crowd dispersed, and Hermione and Ron prepared to follow, but found that Travis and Harry did not move.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"It doesn't feel right, it doesn't seem like a prank." Harry said with a frown.

Hermione looked at the wall and felt that the red writing on the wall was indeed dazzling.

After hesitating for a moment, Hermione looked at Travis again.

"Do you think so too, Travis?" Hermione asked.

"what?"

Travis came to his senses.

"I'm just studying calligraphy... I can write this character pretty well."

Hermione:  …

"Let's go. Aren't you tired after a long day of driving?" Travis patted Harry on the shoulder and said.

"Tired? It does seem a little bit." Harry took a deep breath and smiled: "Let's go back."

The four of them walked around the corner together. Not far away, Harry looked back again.

He still felt like something wasn't quite right.

Travis glanced at Harry and said nothing.

After returning to the dormitory, they simply tidied up and Travis went to bed first. Harry glanced at Travis and put on his nightgown and lay down on his bed.

Ron and the others were chatting about what they had just encountered.

In school, every little thing can become a topic of conversation, not to mention that today's is not a trivial matter.

After midnight, Travis opened his eyes while lying in bed, and he heard the sound of someone getting up.

After a while, Travis felt someone push him.

"Travis, you really weren't asleep."

It was Harry's voice, but he couldn't be seen.

"Do you want me to guess whether you are wearing clothes now?" Travis asked in a low voice.

"I don't have that hobby." Harry lifted the invisibility cloak to reveal his fully clothed body: "You should also think there is something wrong with that word, right? Do you want to go out and investigate together?"

Travis nodded, lifted the quilt, put on his shoes, and got into the invisibility cloak.

"Won't you change your clothes?" Harry asked.

"No need, the weather isn't cold now."

"Oh, that's right... let's go then."

After a small exchange, the two of them left the dormitory together wearing invisibility cloaks.

After leaving the dormitory, the two of them had a clear purpose. They went directly to the wall where the writing was written to take a closer look.

However, when I arrived, I found that someone was already there.

It was Filch. He was wiping the wall hard with a rag. There was a bucket at his feet, which seemed to be filled with water.

"It's really unlucky. We can't go over and take a look now...and it should be gone soon."

Harry complained softly after retreating a distance.

"I think Filch is the unlucky one. He has to work overtime in the middle of the night, and the magic ink is not easy to wipe off," Travis said.

Harry was suddenly startled: "Are you sure the ink on the wall is...blood?"

"Of course, have you forgotten? I have made my own ink that will never fade, so I will never admit it."

Harry suddenly understood, and when he looked at Filch in the distance, he couldn't help but smile with schadenfreude.

"Then Filch is really unlucky. He doesn't know magic. I'm afraid he can't erase it no matter how hard he tries."

"That's not necessarily the case." Travis shook his head: "Just rub that piece of wall bare and the ink can be wiped off."

Harry: ...

My brother, that wall is made of stone!

Poor Filch.