Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

As if someone had kicked him hard in the abdomen, Eric's body emerged from the dormitory backwards and fell directly onto the soft bed.

Pu Rongrong, who was sleeping quietly on the windowsill, suddenly heard the creaking sound of the bed and immediately opened his eyes. The hair on his body stood up as if he had been electrostatically charged.

But when he saw that it was his master who was moving on the bed, Pu Rongrong immediately relaxed, turned around, slumped down again, closed his eyes, and only Eric was left slowly propped up on the bed. body.

Even though he had exited that memory space, the roar from the centaur's mouth still echoed in his ears.

Eric shook his somewhat groggy head, gritted his teeth and finally overcame the stinging sensation coming from his eardrums.

However, although the final sound was too harsh, he still understood its meaning.

What Oris meant was that the holy arrow he used came from the altar. Although it was stained with Gryffindor's blood, it still wanted the holy arrow to be returned.

But now it seems that the arrow has not returned to the altar.

Instead, it was made by Gryffindor and turned into the key to a certain level of the treasure.

Eric sat up straight, leaning on the bedside table, holding the arrow in his hand that no longer moved.

After reviewing the information he had just obtained in his mind, Eric gradually understood the meaning of the third level of the treasure map.

The pattern of the vortex is not difficult to understand. In countless games or film and television works, the vortex represents a portal.

On the treasure map, the little man made of ink walked to the centaur's altar and threw something, which caused a portal to appear on the altar, but this portal was useless and needed a key. , a key with the shape of 1.

So the villain sat down, as if waiting for something.

So, if Eric guessed correctly, the arrow in his hand is the key.

Because its shape is exactly the same as 1.

And, it comes from the altar.

"interesting!"

Eric rubbed his chin, and a ridiculous thought suddenly came to his mind. Gryffindor, didn't he put the lost scabbard on the centaur's altar?

While he was still thinking, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the dormitory door, and Eric quickly put away the treasure map.The next moment, his three roommates swarmed in.

"Hey, Eric, I said I couldn't find you. When did you come back? By the way, aren't you going out with us?"

Li Jordan waved his hands excitedly and said excitedly: "It has been snowing heavily outside for several hours, and we have been having a snowball fight."

After hearing what he said, Eric raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked out the window. He was surprised to find that it was snowing heavily outside.He stood up and walked to the window, looking out through the somewhat blurry window. The entire world was completely white.

"How could it be...I remember it hadn't snowed just yet."

He muttered subconsciously and stopped suddenly mid-sentence.

Yes, he had just entered the memory space, and he didn't care about the difference between the time flow there and reality.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and was surprised to find that the hour hand had reached five-ten.

"You won't fall asleep in the afternoon, that would be a shame."

George put on dry clothes, rubbed his red hands, and continued to say to Eric: "We just had an epic snowball fight."

"Yes, Gryffindor versus Slytherin." Fred also sighed and told Eric about the afternoon's events with great interest.

……

The heavy snow weather predicted by Romer finally came. After it started snowing on Saturday, snow showers continued to fall in the next few days.

But even with the heavy snow, Sunday's Quidditch match still started as scheduled.

Charlie sat next to Eric, holding a pair of binoculars, and sighed from time to time. Fortunately, they had finished the game yesterday. Otherwise, in such bad weather, there would be no way to play Quidditch.

Just like at this moment, no matter how well the Ravenclaw team cooperates, every time they throw the ball, the oncoming wind will blow the Quaffle away or slow it down.Slytherin, who had a tailwind, was extremely happy. The balls they threw were as if they were equipped with rocket jets, and they were sent into the goal frame by the strong wind every time.

In addition, the Slytherin team is notoriously dirty. On the field with extremely low visibility, they constantly have to use foul methods to attack Ravenclaw players.

Especially the Seeker of the Eagle Yard, who was directly knocked off his broom by Slytherin captain Lady Flint. Just when Mrs. Hooch waved to pause the game and blew the whistle to warn him of a foul, Marcus Flint Lint took the opportunity to catch the Golden Snitch and won the game.

At this time, not only the Ravenclaw students roared, but even the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students also booed.

"The Slytherin players are really shameless."

Charlie shook his head helplessly. In real comparison, he preferred a head-on confrontation with a strong team like Ravenclaw, rather than a decisive battle with the Slytherin team with dirty tricks.

And due to the heavy snowfall for several days, Eric could only put aside his exploration of the centaur altar.

It's not that he's lazy, it's actually that the heavy snow has gotten a little worse after Sunday...

I didn’t feel anything on Monday and Tuesday, but since Wednesday, students who have outdoor classes have started wailing.

Even though administrator Filch worked hard to clear the snow every day, every time the students went to class, they still had to step outside with snow up to their ankles.

Moreover, the heavy snow gave Peeves a new way of living. In the past few days, he has finally become a nightmare for the students. Because he does not need to sleep at night, he makes countless snowballs at night. Whenever someone comes, When students pass by the stairs, Peeves will always come out of a corner and hit the students with "snowballs" that have turned into ice cubes. Many students have been hit hard in the face. He showed up in class with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Even though Professor McGonagall came to trouble him, Peeves still acted as if he had his own way of doing things.

Under such bad weather, the difficulty for students to attend classes has also increased a lot. The students in the herbal medicine class were okay, but the students who took the Care of Magical Creatures class were completely in trouble.

According to Percy's description, when they arrived around Professor Kettleburn's new house, the snow was already higher than their knees.

Filch couldn't clean there, so the students could only grit their teeth and use their legs to make a path.

After listening to Percy's complaint, Fred sat aside and laughed: "I really want to sympathize with you, but I really can't make a sad expression!"

"You will also start to choose courses in your third grade. Let me see what you will do if you encounter this kind of weather!"

Percy looked at his brother's gloating expression, and he pierced a piece of steak with a knife and bit into it. His clothes were soaked with ice and snow. At this moment, he just wanted to eat it quickly, and then Go back to the dormitory to change clothes.

Fred shrugged indifferently, looked at Wood beside Percy who was shaking like chaff, and joked: "We are not like you and Bill, we can just choose indoor classes when the time comes, you say Right, George?"

Fred turned to look at his brother, who had been eating silently, and raised his eyebrows: "George?"

"Huh? Oh! You're right!"

George came to his senses in confusion when Fred shouted for the second time. He looked at Fred and nodded affirmatively: "We think it's enough to have an A on the grade list. As for E and O , too far away from us.”

"That's it!"

Fred looked at Percy again with a smile: "It's enough to have you three prefect children at home. Besides, our poorness must always bring out your excellence. Don't you think so, George?"

He turned his head again, but was surprised to find that George beside him had left his seat at some point.

"what happened?"

Fred spread his hands, looked at Eric and Li in front of him, and asked in confusion: "When did George leave?"

Li swallowed a piece of fried potatoes and pointed at the door of the auditorium with his fork: "Just when you turned your head, I saw that he was holding his stomach, as if he had a bad stomach. You two were so crazy just playing snowballs." Jin, George ate a lot of snow."

Fred grinned: "There's no flying lesson in the afternoon, so let's relax. By the way, we'll continue to have a snowball fight later?"