Hogwarts: Blood of Alduin

It was quiet at night in the ancient castle, but Bryce heard an unusual sound.

"kill~"

"Cassandra, did you hear that?" Bryce asked.

"what?"

"Didn't you hear the killing cry?" Bryce asked again.

"What's the sound? Are you too tired?" Cassandra asked.

"No, I'm pretty sure, I heard it, all the time. Never stopped," Bryce said.

"Hey! Bryce, wait! Where are you going?" Cassandra asked.

"I'm going to find the source of that sound," Bryce said.

"Wait for me, Bryce," Cassandra said.

"kill~"

"This way, Cassandra, follow up. The sound is fading. We have to hurry up!" Bryce said.

"How come there is so much water here?" Cassandra said.

"I don't know, but I have a very bad feeling, there is something, I feel it, a rustling sound, a bit like a reptile." Bryce said.

"That's it? Harry!" Bryce said.

"Hey! Blaise, come and see, this is Mr. Filch's cat!" Harry shouted.

"Mrs. Lorris? Is she dead?" Cassandra said.

"No, she's not dead, she's just petrified, but her vitality is weakening," Bryce said.

"Hey! Harry, Bryce, Cassandra." Just when a few people didn't know what to do. "Ron and Hermione are here.

"Mrs. Lorris? No! It was you who killed her! I'm going to kill you!" Filch shouted.

"Calm down Filch! Harry did not kill your Mrs. Filch. She is still alive, but she was petrified." Dumbledore said.

Harry looked at the many students around him, all talking to him.Don't know what to do.Just when he was about to explain.Dumbledore said.

"Don't worry, Filch, Madam Pomfrey happens to have a batch of herbs that can lift petrification. When they mature, they can cure your Madam Lorris," Dumbledore said.

"I will keep an eye on your Harry Potter!" After saying this, Filch hugged his Mrs. Norris and left.

"Hey! Look there are words here!" Bryce said.

"The secret chamber has been opened, enemies of the successor, beware."

"Heir! The heir of Slytherin has appeared! All Muggle wizards are in danger! What to do!" said a Ravenclaw student.

All the students immediately fell into panic and screamed.

"Calm down, children, you are wizards! Hold your wands and learn to protect yourself. Of course, there will be professors standing in front of you before you face danger." Dumbledore said.

"Cassandra, I will protect you when the time comes!" Bryce said.

"Then there's Mr. Roblaise," Cassandra said.

"It's up to me then. I won't let you get hurt." Bryce said.

"Wait, this is wrong! A cat shouldn't have so much blood. If all the blood here belongs to Mrs. Lorris, then she should be dead." Bryce said.

"Keep your voice down Bryce, if someone tells the castle administrator what you said, be careful of Mr. Filch coming to trouble you." Cassandra said.

"Want to take a look? Cassandra." Bryce said.

"What?" Cassandra asked.

"Didn't you notice? There was someone who didn't show up just now. Maybe we should go to his place and have a look. Maybe there are any clues?" Bryce said.

"Are we going to take another adventure?" Cassandra said excitedly.

"Of course, after all, it is very exciting to sneak into the professor's office, even though he is an idiot." Bryce said.

"Then let's go Bryce" Cassandra said.

Then the two quietly came to the door of Lockhart's office. When they heard a sound inside, Bryce kicked the door down.

"Ah!!!" Lockhart screamed in fright at this sudden scene.

"What are you doing! Break into the professor's office, or I'll deduct points from you!" Lockhart said.

"You are the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Are you still afraid of our two students?" Bryce said with ill intentions.

"As the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, shouldn't you be the first to stand up if something goes wrong in the school? Mr. Lockhart," Cassandra said.

"Ah, yes, I am the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, the strongest person besides Dumbledore," Lockhart said.

At this moment, Bryce suddenly raised his wand, pointed it at Lockhart and said, "Put your wand down, Mr. Lockhart, I feel it. Don't think you can survive two moves in front of me. Maybe Even Draco could crush you."

"But yes, as a master who is proficient in forgetting spells, your success rate in stealing other people's adventure results is indeed very high. You used the interview method to relax the other person's vigilance and clearly remember them. Your idea is good. Maybe those losers from the Ministry of Magic can't find out, but Shushan will destroy you in minutes," Bryce said.

"How can you, a British wizard, get help from people in Shushan?" Lockhart said.

"Sorry, my godfather is Zheng Yuan, the leader of the Seven Swords of Shushan." Bryce said proudly.

"Lockhart, what will happen to you if I release those documents? The Oblivion Curse will do great harm to some older wizards. If it comes to light, you will be in Azka for the rest of your life." Spend time in class,” Bryce said.

"What do you want? I can promise you anything. Please don't be unable to send it out." Lockhart said in a low voice.

Looking at Bryce like this, Cassandra suddenly had a sense of seeing the third Dark Lord. However, seeing Lockhart, a narcissistic guy like this, Cassandra could only I thought I should take a picture of him.

With a clicking sound, Lockhart looked at Cassandra in horror. He thought from the beginning that she was fascinated by him. After all, no little witch had ever ignored him so much. He once thought that she was fascinated by him. , she wants to attract her own attention.Unexpectedly, Cassandra was born a snake, cold-blooded.Lockhart thought this, and the voice in his head drove him into a state of insanity.

But he knew that he was no match for the two students in front of him, so he chose to endure it.Another personality in his mind kept humiliating and bewitching him.

"Okay Lockhart, I've warned you, don't make any small moves. The smell of blood on your body is too obvious for me." Bryce said.

He wasn't sure yet that Lockhart was the heir of Slytherin, but he had a hunch.But Lockhart is a professor after all, and he is just a student. His status as school director does not play a role, so he can only choose to warn. After all, he still cannot fully trust Dumbledore.

"Come on, Cassandra, I think we should go back to the dormitory and sleep." Bryce said, his expression and tone were as seamless as changing his face.

"Okay Mr. Bryce. Cassandra," came the response.