Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

After dinner, Rolf and Dean went to a small room on the opposite side of the auditorium - the same room where the first-year students were waiting to be sorted.

"Dean, why did you suddenly think of catching a Niffler?" Rolf asked curiously.

"My dormitory was visited by a sniffer last night and stole a lot of our things." Dean explained.

"Oh, such a coincidence? This morning you mentioned that you wanted to capture the Sniffer. I wrote to Grandpa to ask. In addition to telling me the detailed capture method, he also said that the one in our house has not been found. He guessed that the Sniffer Sniff has probably gone to Hogwarts. If you are free, you can also help keep an eye on it." Rolf said and handed Dean a piece of paper.

"No way? Could it be that the Sniff that stole things belonged to Master Newt?" Dean glanced at it and found that Newt's method was similar to Hagrid's.

"If it's the one in our family, you probably won't be able to find those things you lost." Rolf patted Dean's shoulder sympathetically, "That sniffer has already become a sperm, and it's impossible to catch it with ordinary methods. Live it.”

"Does that mean we have to ask Master Newt to take action himself?" Dean asked curiously.

"If grandpa were ten years younger, he might still have this energy, but it's hard to say now." Rolf shook his head.

"But except for our dormitory, there has been no news of anyone else throwing anything away. I guess that Sniffer is not yours, otherwise the school would have been emptied out long ago." Dean said with a smile.

Dean suddenly remembered that he had promised Hagrid at noon that he would catch the Niffler and give it to him to raise. If the Niffler was really Newt's one, Dean would probably break his promise.

"It's hard to say. My Niffler will either not move, or it will cause big trouble. It might be the calm before the storm right now," Rolf said half-jokingly.

"Oh my god, don't!" Dean said depressedly.

Quirrell's action to steal the Philosopher's Stone is imminent. If there is a trouble-making spirit Niffler... things will definitely be out of everyone's control.

"Then you should act quickly and try to catch the stealing Niffler as soon as possible. This will prove that my one is not in Hogwarts," Rolf said.

"Do you think it's possible for two Sniffs to work together?" Dean always felt a little uneasy.

"It shouldn't be possible. My Niffler has a very high vision." Rolf's answer somewhat reassured Dean.

"I hope Hagrid can be faster - by the way, Rolf, Hagrid said he wanted to meet Master Newt, please let me introduce him. Do you think your grandpa will agree?" Dean asked.

"You have to ask him about that." Rolf shrugged, "His temper has become very weird recently, and I'm a little unsure."

"Okay, if necessary, I will write a letter to ask for his opinion first." Dean said helplessly.

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. You know my OWL wizard exam is coming soon. I have to hurry up and go to the library to check the information - if my grades are not up to standard, the old man will kill me." Rolf looked bitter.

"Isn't that true? I didn't see Master Newt attaching so much importance to grades." Dean said.

"Who knows! Maybe because he failed to graduate from Hogwarts, he has always had this obsession; it is said that he almost forced my father to run away from home," Rolf said.

"That's so unfortunate," Dean said sympathetically.

Rolf carefully opened a crack in the door and looked outside: "I have to be careful. If the Hufflepuffs find out that I have a secret meeting with a Gryffindor, they will definitely kill me."

"Isn't that true?" Dean knew that Rolf was referring to the tension between the two houses after Gryffindor defeated Hufflepuff in the Quidditch match yesterday.

"Whoever allowed Potter to catch the Golden Snitch so quickly in record time, they all said that Hufflepuff was nailed to the pillar of shame." Rolf said helplessly.

"This must be Slytherin deliberately stirring up trouble!" Dean said firmly.

If there was no one behind the scenes, Hufflepuff, who had always been aloof from the world, would not have reacted so violently. As for who was behind the scenes, the answer was not difficult to guess.

"Dean, you have to have evidence when you speak, unless that's what you predicted." Rolf reminded.

"Okay, I admit this is just my guess." Dean shook his head.

"Good luck to you - you know what I'm referring to," said Rolf, looking outside. "If you find that the stealing Niffler is ours, be sure to get the first one anyway." Tell me soon."

"Hey, I've never seen your Niffler - do you mean that if I can't figure out the Niffler, I can prove it's yours?" Dean said nothing. After that, Rolf found a gap where no one was outside and slipped out in a flash.

I don't know if he heard it clearly, but he didn't give Dean any answer anyway.

Dean deliberately waited a few more minutes before walking out of the room - if anyone saw them leaving, Rolf's hard work would be in vain.

Perhaps Ron's bond worked again, because Dean didn't meet anyone when he came out.

But when he subconsciously glanced in the direction of the castle gate, he vaguely saw a figure slipping out.

Dean's heart moved, who would sneak out of the castle so late?Could it be that Quirrell couldn't hold himself back anymore and was ready to attack the unicorn?

Dean couldn't help but feel a little angry. He had just warned Quirrell yesterday and given him a bottle of energy potion. He didn't expect Quirrell to not take his words seriously.

Dean immediately prepared to find a secret place, disguised as a mysterious walker, and followed him to take a look.

As a result, he had just left the hall and bumped into Quirrell.

Quirrell was obviously startled by the sudden appearance of Dean, and asked stammeringly: "D-Dean? Why are you here?"

"Oh, I got separated from my companions after dinner, so..." Dean showed a shy smile, and he suddenly found that the excuse of "road crazy" was quite useful.

"Do you want me to take you to the Gryffindor common room?" Quirrell asked kindly.

"Uh... wouldn't it be too much trouble?" Dean was a little embarrassed on the surface, but in his heart he began to wonder if his initial guess was wrong. Judging from Quirrell's performance, it didn't look like he was going to the Forbidden Forest, otherwise he should do it as soon as possible Just send him away.

"By the way, I'm going to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to lay out the content for tomorrow's class." Quirrell said, "Let's go, Dean."

"I'm so grateful." Dean smiled apologetically.

Soon Dean followed Quirrell outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the fourth floor of the castle.

"Just drop it off here, Professor. I think I can find my way back to the Gryffindor common room," Dean said.

"Dean, I won't let a first-year student wander around the castle alone at night." Quirrell said without stopping.

Dean paused. Could it be that Quirrell's real destination is the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor?