Ancient Warlocks at Hogwarts

By the afternoon, the portraits all over Hogwarts had conveyed many clues to Andre, but Nick had not yet received any useful information.

After all, although ghosts often wander the castle at night, their numbers cannot be compared with portraits.

"Does that mean there are actually so many people wandering around the castle every night?" Hermione said in disbelief after sorting out the clues she had collected.

In fact, Andre was also surprised. He originally thought that besides him, the only murderer who killed Mrs. Norris was wandering in the castle last night.

But judging from the information given by the portraits, at least a dozen students did not return to the common room of their college between nine and ten o'clock last night.

"What should we do?" Ron looked at the parchment that Hermione had compiled based on the clues and was a little confused: "There are so many people, do we have to check them one by one? But we don't even know their names. "

Andre smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "This is indeed more difficult than I thought, but now we have no other way but to look for them one by one. If we are lucky, maybe we will be the first to choose The target is the murderer."

"Okay, then which one should we check first? Most of the people mentioned in the portraits don't even know which college they are from." Hermione also frowned.

Andre took the parchment from the hands of the little witch. All the clues they knew were recorded on it. However, because the incident happened at night, the portraits could only show a rough outline, even the identities of the students who traveled at night. It's hard to tell the difference between colleges.

"Let's take a look at this clue first." After thinking about it carefully, Andre pointed to the serial number six on the parchment and said.

"Male, six feet three inches tall, short hair, appeared in the first corridor on the left near the stairs on the fourth floor." Hermione lowered her head and read the words she had written, and then said with a clear face: "That's right. People over six feet tall are rare even among seniors, so we were able to narrow it down."

"Yes, so now we only need to inquire about boys who are over six feet tall in other colleges, and then check them one by one." Andre nodded.

But even so, this is still not an easy thing.

Andre and the others spent the entire afternoon inquiring about the boys in each college who were over six feet tall.

It was not until evening that everyone finished this tedious work and returned to the Gryffindor common room to integrate the information they had learned.

"So, there are four boys in Gryffindor, three in Hufflepuff, one in Ravenclaw and five in Slytherin who are around six feet three inches tall." Hermione listened to everyone's comments. After the narration, a summary was made.

"I think it must have been the Flint from Slytherin who did it," Ron expressed his opinion after the little witch finished speaking. He said firmly: "You see, his height is exactly what the portraits told us. clues, and he also has short hair..."

"I'm afraid you have to add that he is still from Slytherin." Andre couldn't help laughing. Ron's speculation was entirely out of personal grudges, although he also hated the Slytherin. The captain of the team, but it would be too much to directly regard him as the murderer.

"Of course, this kind of thing looks like it was done by Slytherin students. Who else would be keen on black magic besides them?" But Ron didn't think so, and he still insisted on his own idea.

Harry said objectively: "I think it's unlikely to be him. Didn't Andre say that Dumbledore told them last night that what killed Mrs. Norris was a very evil black magic? But if Flynn With this strength, he wouldn't have watched Malfoy being so frightened by Andre last week that he almost wet his pants."

This statement makes sense. At least Ron shut up after hearing it. He seemed to have just remembered what happened last week.

"But we can't rule out Flint's suspicion easily. Maybe he is hiding himself." Andre generally agreed with Harry's statement, but he did not completely deny Ron's guess. "We can Put Flint to the end and investigate later.”

"Okay, then who is next?" Hermione didn't have any objections to this, and she also agreed with Andre's words.

"What I'm more suspicious of is actually this person from Ravenclaw." Andre said, pointing to a name on the parchment.

"Marion Jerome?"

"Yes, a seventh-year Ravenclaw student," Andre nodded, and then explained for the rest of the group: "I knew this from an Eagle Academy student who took the Transfiguration Advanced Class with me. Human. It is said that Mr. Jerome likes to study eccentric magic very much, and some people have even seen him hiding a copy of the "Advanced Guide to Dark Magic" in his schoolbag."

"Really? Why didn't anyone who saw it tell the teacher?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"There are just such rumors, no one knows whether they are true or not. Besides, studying black magic does not violate the school's rules, as long as it is not used in the corridor." Andre said. "But if this rumor is true, then his suspicion is very high."

"Indeed, he appeared in the corridor on the fourth floor that night, and he also likes to study black magic. Compared with Flint, this Mr. Jerome is more likely to be the person who killed Mrs. Lorris." The little witch After thinking about it, I felt that compared to several other people, this senior Ravenclaw student was indeed a bigger suspect.

The discussion lasted until about nine o'clock, when everyone felt sleepy, and then the discussion ended.

The next morning, Andre, who was still asleep, was interrupted by a rustling sound.

"Sorry, Andre, but Oliver informed me and George last night that they have to attend training today, so we can't help with the investigation of Jerome for the time being." It turned out that Harry was flipping through the pages. Find his broom.

"Oh, it's okay. I heard what Wood said to you last night, but do you still have to go to training so early?" Andre raised his head and looked out the window. The sky was getting dark, and it seemed to be the same as last week. It's a little bit ahead of schedule.

"Yeah, Oliver said that we can book the stadium only if we go there early." Harry replied with a yawn. In fact, he was not willing to get up so early, especially when he was sleep-deprived at his age, but now he He is not yet the captain of the Gryffindor team. Although he holds the most important position of seeker in the team, unfortunately, his voice is far inferior to that of captain Wood.

After putting on his team uniform, Harry glanced at Ron, who showed no sign of waking up, and had no choice but to open the door to the dormitory and say goodbye to Andre: "Then I'll leave first. If I'm free in the afternoon, I'll come Looking for you."

And Andre, who was woken up, couldn't sleep either. He had always had a bad premonition recently, just like when he was planning Peter Pettigrew last semester.

And there was indeed an accident that time. Voldemort actually learned in advance that Scabbers was Pettigrew. Until now, he still doesn't know what went wrong.

So when he had the same feeling again this time, Andre had been a little worried. After all, there were too many things in the magical world that couldn't be explained, such as Professor Trelawney's prophecies that didn't work at all times.

"What time is it?" While Andre was still sitting on the bedside thinking, Ron suddenly asked with his sleepy eyes open.

"It's not yet nine o'clock, are you going to get up?" Today is still Sunday. Usually they don't get up until 09:30. Anyway, breakfast in the auditorium will be served until ten o'clock in the morning, so there is no need to worry about getting up late. Will be hungry.

"Well," Ron lifted his quilt, but the early autumn morning was still a little cold. He couldn't help shivering, and then he said to Andre: "I thought about it for a long time last night, but I still want to No idea how we're going to investigate that Ravenclaw student, when none of us even know him."

This is indeed a problem, but Andre has already considered this. He smiled and said: "Don't worry, I already have a plan. I should be able to find out today whether he killed Filch the night before." Cat’s guy.”

"Really?" Ron's eyes widened instantly when he heard this, and he asked curiously: "What's the plan?"

But Andre shook his head and said, "You will know after we have breakfast."

Ron was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, but he couldn't force Andre.

"Has Harry gone to training?" Hermione asked immediately when she saw only two people coming in the auditorium.

Andre nodded, sat down on the chair next to the little witch, and said, "He probably won't be free until the afternoon. Wood won't let them end training too early."

"Well, okay, what do we do next?"

"You have to ask Andre. He told me this morning that he already had a plan, but he never told me." Ron mumbled and picked up a piece of bread from the table.

Hermione was very surprised and said: "You already have a plan? I thought about it all night and I don't know how to determine whether Jerome is the murderer of Mrs. Norris."

Andre smiled. Today's breakfast was as rich as ever. It seemed that the death of a cat in the castle did not affect the work of the house elves.

"Do you know the flashback spell?"

This question made the little witch frown and think for a while before speaking uncertainly: "Is it the spell that can make the wand flash the image of the used magic?"

This sentence is a bit awkward to pronounce, but the meaning expressed is correct. This is also the spell that Andre wanted Dumbledore to use to check his wand the night before. However, the headmaster did not agree to this request out of his own considerations.

"Yes, we will try to get Mr. Jerome's wand today, and then I will use the flashback spell to see if he used any black magic that could kill Mrs. Norris the night before. If so, If so, then there is no doubt that he is the murderer."

"But how do we get his wand?" Ron roughly understood what the two of them meant, but he raised a new question.

But Andre didn't have any worries about this matter. He said: "I will get it. This is very simple for me. The only problem is that we have to find where the others are first."

The reason why I say this is because the predecessor of Andre's body was a gangster who lived in a slum neighborhood in England. He inherited this memory and naturally mastered this skill.

Stealing a wand from an unsuspecting wizard is no more difficult than stealing a wallet from a Muggle.

Of course, such an experience was not decent, so Andre didn't tell Hermione and Ron clearly. Anyway, he just needed to get Jerome's wand.

"If you mean that you just need to find Mr. Jerome, in fact you can see him as long as you turn your head." The little witch didn't ask in detail, she just tilted her head and pointed in a direction with her eyes. .

Well, this is indeed Andre's negligence. Although from the information he heard, Marion Jerome is a very withdrawn boy. He doesn't even have a friend in Ravenclaw, but after all, he We still have to eat in the auditorium.

On the long table in the Yingyuan, a boy who was much taller than the people next to him was eating a plate of blood sausage.

"Looks like it's time for me to perform." Andre stood up from his chair, smiled confidently at Hermione, and then walked towards the Ravenclaw table.

Opposite Jerome, there sat a girl with dark blond hair, a pair of silver eyes, and unique carrot-shaped earrings. Andre recognized who she was immediately.

It is precisely because of the existence of this girl that gave Andre an excellent excuse.

"Hi, hello, are you Miss Luna Lovegood?" It seemed that he was greeting the first-year girl, but Andre actually deliberately bumped his body into Jerome.

This move obviously made the other party a little angry. He frowned and looked at Andre, who had been in the limelight recently. As the first student in Hogwarts history to receive the Order of Merlin while still at school, Jerome naturally disagreed. Wouldn't recognize it.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was a little careless." Andre apologized immediately with a smile.

Jerome didn't say much, he just glared at Andre, and then moved his plate aside.

"Yes, I am Luna Lovegood, do you know me?" At this time, Luna also responded curiously.

"Of course, I'm a loyal reader of "The Quibbler." I've always thought your father's articles were really great. I didn't expect to meet you in school." Andre said with a smile. In fact, he didn't at all. I subscribed to this magazine just to get closer to Jerome.

But obviously Luna didn't know. She looked at Andre happily and said, "Really!? I didn't expect to meet someone who likes my dad's magazine in school."

Andre, who had already obtained the wand in the collision just now, exchanged a few perfunctory words with the Ravenclaw beauty, and then said that he still had some things to do and had to leave first, and would discuss it with her later when he had the opportunity. Something about the Snorlax.