A friendly day at Hogwarts

Robert Hilliard's red cursor circled up the tower steps, passed through the bronze knocker, and entered the Ravenclaw common room.

Glenn looked at the future prefect who was controlled by the Imperius Curse, and felt a twinge of guilt in his heart.

He is not the kind of ruthless person who kills decisively, and of course he cannot treat ordinary people as disposable tools.

This is not the heart of a Holy Mother, but just an ordinary person with good intentions.

Hilliard originally had nothing to do with this turmoil, but because of his unintentional disguise, he fell into Patricia's control.

It would be too hard-hearted to show no apology at all.

Glenn secretly made up his mind to make amends to this future prefect if he had the chance.

Of course, things like friendliness are just a matter of convenience.

Prostitution is just a means, not an end.

Absolutely not.

Focusing on the map again, the red cursor did not wander around in the lounge, but went straight to the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw and circled slowly, as if its goal was clear.

Glenn has never wanted invisibility more than he does now.

If you could observe Patricia's method of searching for clues up close, you might be able to get some inspiration.

He looked at Hilliard who was unscrupulously cracking the mechanism and fell into deep thought.

If you stay in the dormitory, it is absolutely safe and there is no possibility of exposure.

But in this way, Hilliard is very likely to successfully find the library and even take the book away directly.

If his previous guess about Dumbledore was wrong, the consequences would be disastrous.

But to rush out so rashly, only the little lions of Gryffindor would do something rash.

Make complete preparations first.

Glenn rolled out of bed and closed his eyes.

The figure and face changed rapidly, and another Robert Hilliard appeared beside the four-poster bed.

After experiencing many body changes, Glenn became more accustomed to the pain and discomfort during the transformation process, and he no longer groaned in pain like before.

He looked at himself in the mirror and pulled out his wand.

"Transform quickly!"

He pointed his wand at himself and adjusted his robes to fit him.

At this time, Hilliard himself remained where he was, seemingly looking behind the statue.

Glenn touched the life-saving feather in his shirt pocket, clenched the wand in his hand, quietly opened the bedroom door, and came to the stairs.

He chose a position where he could see downstairs and hid his figure in the shadow of the corner and the stair railing, leaving only his eyes exposed.

Hilliard was carefully examining every detail behind the statue.

After a while, he seemed to have discovered something. He straightened up and pointed his wand at the base of the statue.

"Trace appears!"

He shouted in a low voice.

To Glenn's expectation, as the invisible magic slowly spread from the tip of the staff, a faint golden light flashed behind the statue without warning, but it disappeared immediately.

"He actually found it so quickly..."

Glenn thought to himself, with a hint of astonishment on his expression.

This situation was obviously beyond his expectation.

It would be understandable if it were Patricia herself who came in person. After all, deciphering clues is what a curse-breaker is best at.

But it's a bit hard to accept that a fourth-year student under the Imperius Curse could so quickly find the clues that his grandfather spent three years finding.

Unless Patricia had found the entrance as early as the last Quidditch match day.

Glenn suppressed his doubts and continued to observe patiently.

Hilliard found the entrance and was stunned for a while, then began to search other places.

The strange thing is that his search is becoming more and more disorganized, completely different from before.

Glenn slowly understood.

His guess was correct. Patricia had already roughly guessed the location of the entrance, but it seemed that this one couldn't be entered directly. She had to look for the next clue.

Hilliard was wandering around like a headless fly. He accidentally looked up and saw Glenn hiding in the corner.

"Who's there?!"

He pointed his wand there instantly and asked loudly.

Glenn stood up suddenly. He was well prepared for the situation at this time and was not panicked at all.

The Imperius Curse is not a remote control, but more of a hypnotic method.

In other words, Patricia, who was far away on the Quidditch pitch, had no idea what was happening here.

He only needed to knock Hilliard down, and then use the flash to quickly rush to the audience at the Quidditch stadium to prepare an alibi for himself.

Although it would be a little late, as long as she didn't show up for the whole process, Patricia would never be able to find out such inconspicuous details based on her identity.

He has used the ability of Disguise Magus again without worrying about the risk of his identity being exposed.

It's much easier to duel with a fourth-year student than to deal with a master with a full level of black magic.

With the skilled armor spell and flash ability at his side, he is almost invincible.

Although there is still a slight chance of being defeated, even the old silver coins still need some real combat to improve their actual combat capabilities.

Talking on paper is never advisable.

Glenn patted the dust off himself slowly and walked down the stairs.

Robert Hilliard, who was controlled by the Imperius Curse, was stunned when he looked at the young man in front of him who looked exactly like him.

"Who are you?"

His mind was at a loss and he was confused.

"Me?" Glenn smiled at him, "That's a good question, who am I?"

"How do I know who you are?" Hilliard said subconsciously.

Another enigmatic expression appeared on Glenn's face.

"This has to start with the relationship between man and the universe. Do you want to hear it?"

"It doesn't make sense!"

Hilliard shook his head violently and said.

"Then let me ask some meaningful questions. Why do you appear in this world? And what does my appearance mean to this world? Did the world choose you, or did I choose the world?"

Glenn sneered and threw out a series of questions like a barrage of questions.

The future prefect showed a helpless expression and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"I am you, you are me. Who I am is not important at all. What is important is who you are..."

Hilliard, who was controlled by the Imperius Curse, was now thinking about continuing to search for clues and clearing everything that stood in his way.

He shook his head vigorously and jerked his wand up.

"As long as I kill you, there will be no problem!"

"Then here comes the last question," Glenn said softly with another soft smile, "Who killed me, and who did I kill?"

Hilliard was startled, thought for a long time, and said slowly.

"It's me...kill me..."