Hogwarts Slytherin

Everyone started talking quietly again.

"Peter Pedillo? Mr. Pedillo?"

As Professor McGonagall called, Peter felt his brain gradually return to normal.

He glanced quietly at Lupine.

The latter was giving him an encouraging look.

Ding Ding Ding ~

Dumbledore picked up the spoon and knocked the glass on the table, making a crisp sound.

The old man's blue glasses looked around the entire auditorium through the half-moon lenses. Wherever his eyes went, everyone quickly sat down and stopped talking to each other.

Dumbledore smiled slightly and nodded towards Peter: "Child, can you tell me what you know? Relax and speak slowly."

"Professor Dumbledore...oh no, Principal Dumbledore, I know...they all joined a society." Peter's voice was a little sharp at the end because he was too nervous.

"I assume you know what kind of club it is, right?"

Dumbledore's eyes were very gentle, and he always seemed to be able to change his own magnetic field at will.

It makes people nervous when serious.

It's so gentle that people can't help but get closer.

Peter swallowed, his eyes wandering, and with a cowardly personality, he leaned closer to Lupine, as if he wanted to hide himself.

"Yes, James and Sirius often talk about this club in the dormitory. They hold club activities every half month. Today is their activity time, and Evans and... Miss Beckman have also joined."

"Do you know what their activities are specifically about?"

"Well, I'm not sure. It seems like there's Muggle studies, charms and the like."

With half of the doubts in his mind cleared, Dumbledore said, "Thank you very much for your valuable clues. Well, let me think about it. Ten points for Gryffindor."

Peter looked a little flattered: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

He murmured quietly, and the classmates around him started to applaud him under Lu Ping's lead.

Peter covered his mouth in disbelief, his round eyes became more watery, and he looked like he was about to cry at any time.

Not sure what came to mind, Dumbledore whispered a few words to Professor McGonagall, who nodded and began to arrange for the students in the auditorium to leave in an orderly manner.

The next moment, Dumbledore also appeared in his office.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his brows.

After ruling out the possibility of several people encountering Death Eaters, let's look at it based on the memory of the child named Pedilu.

These missing little guys seem to regard the Room of Requirement as a place for club activities, but I don’t know what experiments were done this time that caused the current abnormality in the Room of Requirement.

Has a spell been developed to resist dementors?From this point of view, if it was true...even he had to sigh that this was indeed a genius.

Dumbledore consulted the portraits of previous principals in his office, and then suddenly appeared at the door of the Room of Requirement.

The magical elements around the Room of Requirement are very abnormal at this moment, and it is obviously not a wise choice to enter at this time.

But he was Albus Dumbledore.

So, after he walked three times, a smooth door appeared on the originally empty wall.

Without much hesitation, Dumbledore walked directly in.

At this moment, the magic inside was violent and chaotic, and a burst of blue light appeared on the surface of Dumbledore's body.

After casting a few spells he quickly retreated.

Nobody inside.

Even if James had randomly fooled the child with the password, since he could enter, it also meant that no one was actually using the Room of Requirement at the moment.

In this case, the problem may have become more serious.

Where did such a large group of people go?

After activating all the portraits and ghosts, I learned from Ms. Gray that these people did indeed enter the Room of Requirement.

Then there is only one possibility left: that they left Hogwarts through the Room of Requirement.

Maybe the Sorting Hat will know something.

……

Porter and Anthony got into a heated argument over the gender of the Ukrainian ironbelly in front of them.

"Hell, can you two stop caring about the gender of this damn dragon?" Guna collapsed.

"Why? Unless you can prove that he is male."

"My lord Merlin, this definitely belongs to the First Mother."

Before they could think of a way out, and with his right hand offline again, Reggie gave the two of them a chokehold.

The world was suddenly quiet.

Porter and Anthony were pinching their necks and picking at their throats.

This spell causes the tongue to stick to the roof of the mouth and the throat to feel squeezed together.

Very distressing.

Reggie only gave a small amount of punishment and soon stopped the spell.

"Ahem, vomit, why?! I just want to know if this is a male."

The veins on his forehead twitched, and Reggie said, "This is a female dragon."

Female Ukrainian Iron-bellies are generally larger than male Ukrainian Iron-bellies, and the former are also more aggressive.

But regardless of their gender, no one should go near them unless they are well-trained and capable wizards.

The skin, blood, heart, liver, and horns of Ukrainian Iron Bellys all have strong magical properties, and their heart nerves are excellent materials for Ollivander to make wands.

Even dragon eggs are Class A non-trade commodities. In the original book, the dragon egg Hagrid won from Quirrell was a fire dragon egg.

It has to be said that Voldemort also spent a lot of money to obtain information about the Sorcerer's Stone.

Seeing that the food had reached the bottom, Sirius, who had been watching the show on the side, had a malicious light in his eyes: "Hey, big guy, do you want something exciting?"

He walked up to the goblin and said, "Take us to the Black family's treasury."

what?

Are you crazy?

Reggie didn't move, and neither did the goblin.

"Now that we are in the Gringotts vault, don't you want to take something with us? Although we don't know why we are here, the Room of Requirement will only respond according to our inner thoughts."

At this point, Sirius smiled with success: "You need money."

The Black family is one of the oldest pure-blood families in the UK, and no one can underestimate its family heritage...

Although their head of family only lived in a small house in the Muggle world, it was said that that place was also a large manor a long time ago.

Located in the center of London, Muggle development was inevitable, so after several centuries, the large Black Manor became the small 12 Grimmauld Place.

Even though the house was spacious inside, it couldn't hide the fact that it was huddled between two Muggle dwellings.

This is one of the reasons why the Black family hates Muggles so much.

At this moment, Reggie didn't show any embarrassment when his thoughts were pointed out, but began to seriously think about Sirius's suggestion.

Don't you think this is just a coincidence?

He happened to have no money, and Black happened to have money.