Spell Players at Hogwarts

Thousand-year-old castle, dim corridors, as the light fades, only the torches on the walls still emit a dim light.

The evening breeze blew, the firelight swayed, and a long and narrow shadow spread on the wall to the end of the corridor, making people sigh...

Gee, this cat is so long.

"Female ghost... actually prefers cats?"

Ron turned around and asked uncertainly. Although the eyesight of the small cats had not yet fully recovered, the cats suspended in mid-air were too conspicuous.

"It's Mrs. Norris!"

Neville seems to have better eyesight. As the Sword Master of Gryffindor, this is considered the standard equipment of the Sword Master.

"It couldn't have been Fred and George."

Harry rubbed his eyes vigorously, "Because you don't get along with Filch?"

"I think, 90.00%!"

After hearing Harry's guess, Ron rubbed his chin with his hand, as if analyzing it carefully. After a few tenths of a second, Ron came to a conclusion.

"I remember Fred and George always getting caught by Filch."

"Don't be ridiculous. When we came out, Fred and George were still eating at the table."

Hermione glared at Ron. It was difficult for her to understand Ron's behavior of throwing dirty water.

Probably, this is the embodiment of family affection.

"It's hard to say." Ron shook his head slightly and said in a tone that you couldn't control, "I had heard many of Fred and George's plans before we came here, including this cat. "

"This...can we listen to this?"

Harry looked around cautiously, but Ron just generously put his arms on the shoulders of Harry and Neville.

"It doesn't matter, we are all brothers!"

"This……"

Neville hesitated for a moment. He felt that Ron was actually looking for a reason to cheat him and Harry, but Neville had no evidence.

So...it's better not to hold back when playing cards tonight, and play hard to make Ron feel at ease.

Mrs. Weasley is having a hard time.

"But, we have no evidence."

Harry held back his discomfort and let Ron's hand continue to rest on his shoulder. Although Ron was a bitch, he, Potter, was also a kind one...

"Are you finished?"

Hermione squinted her eyes and looked at the three guys in front of her with an unfriendly expression. She didn't understand why when she chose her followers... was she blind?

"Why don't we help them clean up the mess?" Harry responded uncertainly, "It would be troublesome to let Mr. Filch see it, and...is Mrs. Norris dead?"

"That would be great if it were true... I mean... so cruel."

Ron held back his laughter, grinning and trying to look miserable.

"But it's okay, stay away from this castle of suffering and go back to your wilderness."

Ron looks very pious. If he were placed in a church, he could be called a priest.

"Maybe Mrs. Norris was just hanging there." Hermione only felt that her eyelids were heavy. It was obvious that she had exercised a little too much today.

"And leaving it hanging in the air is not an option."

"What are you going to do? Save this monster?"

"It's not a monster!" Hermione held back her anger, "I mean, Mrs. Norris...it's just a little ugly."

"I thought you were going to say something stupid like it was innocent." Ron shrugged, "I have no intention of saving this thing."

"It's not important, okay?" Hermione rubbed her temples with a headache, "The question is, Harry, can you still hear that voice?"

"No more, but I can still have hallucinations before my eyes."

When Harry answered Hermione's question honestly, a suffocating feeling suddenly surged into the little girl's heart.

"You were exposed to the light."

Hermione clenched her fists, "Also, don't you think this is abnormal? The strange sounds, the water stains on the ground, and Mrs. Norris..."

"so……"

Neville opened his mouth, and then Neville received Hermione's encouraging gaze.

"So... this is a serial prank?"

"I have nothing to say."

Hermione's face instantly turned gray, "Go ahead and get it off."

"what?"

Harry wanted to ask more, but faced with Hermione's Grapevine Wooden Dragon Heartstring wand, Harry was more or less... a little unsure.

What does it mean?

Do you really think that Harry Potter doesn't lose his temper?

Harry felt that Hermione was somewhat impatient, but he heard from the older sisters in the pub that girls always get upset a few days a month.

Probably...is that so?

"I'll get it off!"

Harry took a step back to avoid Hermione's straight wand, then stepped on the water and ran towards Mrs. Norris.

When they saw something was wrong, they followed Harry's footsteps, but when they were about to get closer, Neville let out a scream that he couldn't recognize~

"Calm down, Neville, you are the world champion." Ron put his hand on Neville's mouth, the aroma of chicken legs and steak still lingering on it.

"Hermione, there's writing on the wall!"

Harry quickly called his eldest sister over. Although Harry didn't know why he did this, Hermione just looked scary.

"Character?"

Hermione walked slowly, like a horse coming out of the shadows~

If special effects could be added, it would be...fairy?

"This is... blood?"

Looking at the bright red writing on the wall, the wanton flowing look can add a little bit to the atmosphere of the murder scene to accompany this scene.

Can I, Hermione Holmes Shafik Granger, finally make a comeback?

Reminiscing about the last time he solved a case, he cracked the old Granger's private vault at the begging of his old mother.

I really hope dad can learn his lesson.

"This is...Mrs. Norris..."

"No, don't talk nonsense, she doesn't even have enough blood."

Hermione shook her head and narrowed her eyes naturally.

"The secret chamber has been opened. Enemies of the Successor, please rest assured."

"Who is the enemy of the successor? The cat?"

Harry turned around with a confused expression, "Ron, did Scabbers do it?"

"Scabbers?" Ron's eyes widened, "If it's true that he's fine, it's a pity that Scabbers is a very old mouse."

"This should be a... warning." Hermione squinted her eyes as if trying to read something in the writing.

"Secret rooms, heirs, enemies..." Hermione murmured, "Is there any special secret room in the castle?"

"If you mean the hidden rooms..." Ron also held his chin in a similar manner, "Fred and George said that there are many rooms hidden by magic in the castle, and they are basically the original wizards. It was built with special magic in many rooms.”

"I also heard my grandma say it." Neville responded seriously, "My grandma told me not to open strange doors at Hogwarts Castle."

"She probably thought you wouldn't be able to get out."

Ron had an expression that said, "I understand," and as the last pure-blood wizard...

"Does Tmall Club count?" Harry tried to give an answer, but under Hermione's scrutinizing gaze, Harry only felt like he was going crazy.

"You're sure you heard something, right?"

"Yes, but I..."

"It's okay Harry, no need to explain. I'm just sorting out the clues. If you can hear the sound, it proves that something must be moving in the castle, and this thing also killed Mrs. Norris."

Hermione looked at the stiff cat, "Could someone have opened the secret room and released... something like a mouse?"

"Or fish, there's a lot of water on the ground."

Ron clapped his hands.

"A fish that can swim in the air!"

……

"What's wrong?"

Looking at the gazes of the three people, Ron lost a little desire to perform.

"It's okay, this is also a possibility!"

Hermione nodded, "No matter what, as the discoverers of the first crime scene, we cannot miss any clues."

"But what about Mrs. Norris?"

Harry pointed at the cat hanging in the sky, which was too high for him to reach.

"Perhaps we can put her down first and then go to the professor to explain the matter."

"it is good!"

Harry nodded, "What spell should I use?"

"Perhaps, if the curse stops immediately, it will be enough to destroy the stability of the spell."

Hermione continued to think about several keywords, trying to find relevant information in the knowledge in her mind. However, just as Harry started to do it, two anxious and loud voices crashed into Harry's mind.

"What did you do to Mrs. Norris!"

"Harry, don't touch the cat!"

The voices are in no particular order, and the characters are on the left and right.

It was like standing at a T-junction in life, a big coincidence arranged for Harry...

"Come!"

Harry was a little helpless, but regarding this kind of trouble that came to his door... Harry wasn't sure whether he was taking the initiative or being passive.

Mr. Filch looked very excited. At least judging from his violent chest heaving and the speed at which Ron climbed the stairs, Mr. Filch must be working very hard.

As for the other voice...

Harry was about to look back, but in the blink of an eye, a dark figure with an unclear face stood in front of him.

With the brown windbreaker and beard, isn't this the...that...that Professor BenT?

Harry felt a strong arm pulling him back, and then, under the brown windbreaker, a light as bright as cheese poked out.

"The holy sign appears!"

A warm light illuminated the corridor, but in less than a second, with the appearance of a green patch, a suffocating feeling swept through everyone's hearts.

Harry wasn't quite sure what it was, but the dark green spots expanded rapidly, swallowing up all the light as the black smoke rose.

It spread until it reached the professor's wand and then stopped. Through the distance between his arm and body, it was very clear that a touch of gray occupied the tip of the professor's wand.

"Ah this..."

Harry opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, but judging from the professor's slightly twitching beard, it was probably a grinning expression, right?

Is this black magic so terrifying?