This Hogwarts is not normal

The dungeons at Hogwarts Castle are quite large.

Large enough to accommodate lockers, potions classroom, batcave, Slytherin dorms, an abandoned classroom and the empty great room.

It's still early, no matter what, we have to wander around until Snape falls asleep before "reasoning".

As soon as the storage room was opened, a smell of decay that seemed hundreds of years ago poured straight into the six little ones' mouths and noses.

"Ahem—" Vincent regretted it.

He shouldn't have suggested coming here.

Rove, who was also coughing violently, hurriedly waved his wand, rolling the dust into the innermost part.

"I'm afraid no one has visited this place for nearly a hundred years."

Hermione turned up the brightness of the tip of the staff, illuminating a large pile of badly decayed wooden desks.

"I know why there's so much dust here."

She pointed to the innermost taupe hill.

Every little wizard who came here secretly and did the same thing as Rove was responsible.

To pile up the dust higher than the adults, I am afraid that it is not a tradition that the school has maintained until now.

"We don't have cleanliness."

Vincent stopped the release of the sixth descaling spell.

Without blushing or panting, he threw the dust that had just been shaken off onto the hill.

"It's all here, why don't you take a look?"

The six little ones, who inherited the fine tradition, found several antique-level gadgets.

Cedric looked at the long and thick wooden stick in his hand, and always felt that it looked like an ancient broomstick.

"This thing is very similar to the rogue rabbit before I modified it." Vincent shook his head and spread his palms.

What he found was a badly worn coin.

Judging by its size and color, it is almost certainly a Gold Galleon.

"I really want to know the story behind how the fairies' things can be turned into this."

"Maybe he can block the Killing Curse just like you!"

Cedric tapped the big wooden stick in his hand, "The sound is like oak, this thing is probably an oak arrow from a hundred years ago."

"The broomstick that was handcrafted and so bulky that it could barely turn?"

"Yes."

Vincent put away Jin Gallon, "It's pretty good, I can take it back as a souvenir."

Rove weighed the old quill in his hand, and put it into his pocket with deep empathy.

"Guys, come here~" Fred's voice sounded from the corner.

What he found was an invisibility cloak that lost its invisibility effect.

"Alas—" Rove caressed the dull silver fur on it.

Every time an invisibility cloak is made, a poor invisible beast will be stripped of its skin.

"If we add the Disillusionment Charm, won't it turn into an invisibility cloak again?"

George's proposal was affirmed by Vincent.

"There will always be wizards who can't learn the Disillusionment Curse." Cedric was very touched.

It is precisely because of this that both he and Rove hope to become magizoologists to better protect the increasingly rare animals.

"Come on!" Fred put away the invisibility cloak.

Hermione looked down at an old book she was holding.

This is a fifth grade charms textbook.

The previous owner obviously did not take good care of it, so not only is it missing many pages, but the ones that are intact are almost all graffiti.

"What are you doing with it?"

"Leave me alone."

George pouted, "It can always remind you to be a good student. You two are a perfect match."

After he finished speaking, he continued to rummage through the pile of desks.

Hermione let go of her pursed mouth, and hugged the textbook tightly in her arms.

"Wow, this must be something good!"

George found a small rusty tin box.

Inside was a piece of parchment with illegible handwriting, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a love letter that had not been sent.

"Charles, you are the light in my life, what I want, I only want you..."

What George read out gave goosebumps to several people in an instant.

For those words that are not clear, just trying to figure them out is disgusting.

"What am I, what are you Charles, what are you willing to accompany me to the end..."

Vincent tightened his coat, "Stop, stop!

If I read it any further, I'd have to vomit out yesterday's breakfast. "

"Oh." George looked at the signature on the last line.

"Er—Andrew William Jones?"

The six little ones looked at each other for a moment, then gasped.

Cedric swallowed, and walked towards the desk where the small iron box was originally placed.

"hiss--"

Inside the heart engraved on the edge, an arrow passes through the two names.

"Spicy eyes!"

He came back cursing.

"These old men..." Vincent shook his head and asked Fred for the Marauder's Map.

The old bat in the Batcave is finally in bed.

"You'll all be caught sooner or later." Hermione said in her mouth, but she followed behind them all the time.

The twins quietly gave Vincent a thumbs up.

The Miss Granger who once said that the mysterious man was caught during the night swim was gone.

Now only Hermione, who has successfully integrated into the organization, remains.

"Their dormitory is waterproof, smog-proof and intrusion-proof. How are you going to reason with Malfoy?"

Cedric looked uncomfortable, "Even if I know the password, it's useless."

Vincent took out a few small bottles that were not used up in the afternoon, "We don't need to go into Malfoy's bedroom."

"You mean—"

"Yes, it depends on who is unlucky and opens the door first~"

The two innocent little badgers laughed badly.

Hermione forcibly resisted the urge in her heart and walked into the Slytherin dormitory with them.

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Sunday, sunny.

The temperature has dropped recently, and many students have changed into thick quilts.

And the little snakes who are covered with quilts all year round are now covered with two thicker ones.

In the most luxurious dormitory in Hogwarts, Draco, who had just woken up, was stretching happily.

They lost yesterday's game, but life has to go on.

It is not a qualified Slytherin to be too rigid about the past.

"Draco, are you going to the Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw match?" Goyle woke up early.

"No, I'm bored to death." Draco put on his coat and dispelled all the magic traps one by one.

"Then I won't go either." Goyle slapped Crabbe on the forehead who was still sleeping.

"Gregory! Don't you want to live?"

Just as the two of similar height and build were about to wrestle together, Draco squinted and glared at him.

"Fight and fight with Wayne, don't dangle in front of me."

He took the high-end soap sent from home and opened the bedroom door.

"Boom—" There was a sound like a thin wire being pulled.

Before Crabbe and Goyle could respond, colorful powders fell on Draco.

"Fake!!!"

He roared and rushed to the shower.

It takes time to unravel the defensive magic, and these powders are not ordinary goods.

The longer it stays on, the darker the color will become.

Draco looked at himself in the mirror, cursed and went back to take No.16 bath.

You-Know-Who is indeed Quirrell.

But this great cleverness who can only drool now has no way of escaping from Azkaban.

"I will definitely find you!"

One morning passed, and he was still taking a bath in it.

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