Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The boys seem to want to appear stronger, but on a special day like Halloween, hearing such strange stories is indeed enough to make children feel creepy.

Not to mention that the black lake next to the lounge is inhabited by all kinds of weird-looking creatures.

Several Slytherin junior students retreated into the dormitory while talking in low voices.

Draco Malfoy pouted his lips proudly, unable to remember the ugly appearance of himself panicking after hearing that a troll was coming on Halloween last year. He glanced at his two little followers with indifference, looking like he didn't bother to listen to these random stories from unknown sources.

"A Muggle story!" he muttered, "What's so scary about that?!"

But soon, several water snakes passing by the glass startled him. The water snakes looked quite panicked by his reaction - after all, water snakes rarely dived to such a deep place.

Clooney only saw Malfoy, PK jumping high and low, and he was particularly conspicuous in the crowd hurried back to the dormitory.

After everyone had almost dispersed, there were only a few junior students left who usually liked to stay quietly in the lounge and read.

"The older children don't pay attention to this." Amelia rolled her eyes, "For them, the exam is more important."

"But the innocent kitten has suffered." Crowney said, "Besides, most senior students still have confidence in their magical abilities, right?"

"It's just an unknown magical animal."

"But we haven't learned it before!" Emilia frowned, "We don't know what kind of creature has such a habit."

"It is also possible that the later environment made them on the verge of extinction." Clooney replied, "If their population is so small that it is difficult for scholars to see their traces, how can they be traced How about studying them as objects of observation?"

"Petrification is not unsolvable!" She smiled reassuringly, "This is not a fatal incident, and the teachers are still at school. No matter who is missing, we will know. The castle is so big, there is no need How long will it take before this little thing can’t hide anywhere?”

"Then - where - the secret room?" A trembling voice came from the low table on the other side, and a very beautiful junior poked his head out from the side of the low table.

"Is that you, Daphne?"

"Since you all said that the words were written on the wall, then the words must have been written by someone, right?"

The girl nodded.

"Since it was written by someone, there must be an initiator. Maybe it's not necessarily who wanted to play a prank."

"Halloween is a special day after all."

"Perhaps as long as you go and have a good sleep," she nodded slowly and affirmatively to Daphne, "when you get up early tomorrow morning, that little wandering animal will be sent out of Hogwarts."

After Daphne left, Helles sat down, and she leaned next to Clooney. If there was no one else around, Clooney guaranteed that she would have fallen into her arms.

But she didn't because there were still people around.

Helles looked around vaguely, and finally asked: "How can you be so sure that it won't be another student's prank? After all, there are quite a few students who don't like Filch, Clooney."

"I am selfless." She knew exactly what Helles was thinking. "Although Gryffindor and Slytherin are always incompatible, we are undoubtedly the two houses that are most similar."

"I don't think students would do such a thing," she affirmed. "Some people hate Filch, but I don't believe anyone is bad enough to put this hatred on an innocent little animal."

"It's not like you-"

Helles' tone changed over and over again, and his warm hands tried to reach the badge on her chest.

"Okay - okay -" Clooney begged for mercy mysteriously, "Although it is said that the petrification spell has no counter-curse, I never said that this spell has no counter-curse!"

Honest Erwin's eyes widened as did Emilia's.

"Look, look," she said, "I'm not lying!"

"The counter-spell can restore the damage caused by the spell to a certain extent, but the damage suffered during the petrification process is almost irreversible - of course it has no counter-spell."

"But as long as it's a magic spell, since he can cast it to put the object in a certain state, there must be a way to get him out of that state."

"If it's a curse," Clowney said, "then the kitten will come back to life the first time Mr. Dumbledore sees it."

"Then what happened?" Emilia clapped her fingers, unable to think of the final reason, "Filch identified the famous Harry Potter as the instigator!"

"Harry?" Clooney felt even more ridiculous when he heard this unexpected answer. "If Harry and Filch had a fight in the corridor, I would be more convinced -"

"But you asked him to attack innocent animals or write prank signatures on the walls," she said. "That's really unrealistic."

"But wouldn't it be better to hire professionals for professional matters?" Clooney scratched his head, "I wonder if Rolf knows about this matter."

"This matter has spread all over the world," Erwin said, "Everyone in the academy has been involved."

"Then maybe we will have the opportunity to see magical beast experts in action!" Claudine became excited. "If it is an unknown creature, Mr. Newt will definitely be interested!"

"This is a textbook-level figure!"

Everyone put aside the so-called "Chamber of Secrets" and "Heir". After all, such wording was just as confusing as Clooney's Muggle horror stories, and even more incomprehensible.

Everyone put their hearts in their stomachs, and some people even began to look forward to Mr. Newt flying from his distant residence to Hogwarts tomorrow.