Professor, you looked at me...

Hogwarts is a very magical castle. This is not to say that the people living in it are so magical, but the castle itself is very magical.

——This is emphatically reflected in the fact that no one knows how many floors this castle has.

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Rex stood in the corridor on the eighth floor and looked around blankly—it was empty and there were no stairs.

Damn, does Hogwarts have eleven floors? !If so, please provide stairs? !

Rex squatted silently on the stairs from the seventh floor to the eighth floor, resting his chin on his hands, and arranged it into a flower again, thinking about what happened just now with a bitter face.

who's that person?

How did he know about Harry?

How did he know that Hogwarts has eleven floors?

Or... the eleventh floor is just a code word?Need a crack?

Questions popped up like bubbles in the mouth of a drowning person, making Rex extremely distressed.

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The Marauder's Map was made by Sirius and James Potter, so if they don't know that Hogwarts has an eleventh floor, it's even more impossible to have it on the Marauder's Map.But look at the man in the hood...

Rex really didn't think the man was lying.

There are no stairs to go up...then we have to choose another way.

Rex dusted the dirt off his buttocks (I have to say that the hygiene at Hogwarts is really terrible! Did Filch just take money and not work?!) and stretched out a hand towards the ceiling, The five fingers shrank suddenly——

"boom--!"

Fist-sized gravel fell from the top of Rex's head, but bounced out when he was half a meter away from Rex.

After a while, the gravel finally fell.

Rex, who was unharmed, looked at the big black hole on the top of his head and showed a satisfied smile. He felt that this method was really easy to use!

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Rex directly controlled his body and flew up.

In theory, the ninth floor is very dark, and even the light on the eighth floor seems to be blocked by something, unable to spread on the ninth floor.

Rex looked around and found that he couldn't see anything, so he gave up the idea of ​​exploring and decided to move on.But unexpectedly, this time Rex just raised a hand...and touched the stone roof!

——This floor is only two meters high at most!

Rex was taken aback, but didn't think too much about it. After all, the ninth floor was just a pass for him, even if it was only one meter high.

But the tragedy happened so unexpectedly...

"Why doesn't it work?!" Rex opened his mouth wide and looked at the pitch-black ceiling above his head, and tried a few more times before he was truly sure that his ability was useless.

The fear of becoming an ordinary person again instantly swept across Rex's body, making him feel bad.

and many more……

Rex rubbed his head and stretched out his hand towards the floor under his feet...

boom--!

The huge cracking sound sounded again... Rex fell to the eighth floor together with the time under his feet.

"..."

Rex coughed and brushed off the dirt on his body, while silently comforting himself - at least he didn't become an ordinary person, right?

……

crunch - crunch -

A strange voice sounded above Rex's head.

Rex froze for a moment, then raised his head subconsciously to look at the ceiling—I saw that the ceiling with two big holes was returning to its original shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the speed was getting faster and faster, almost in a few blinks. In time, only one of the original two big holes remained.

But what's even weirder is...the falling stones didn't fly back to fill the void, but new stones grew out of the broken place!

"What are you doing?!" Rex opened his mouth and quickly manipulated his body back to the ninth floor.As soon as Rex's feet hit the ground, the ceiling—perhaps it should be called the floor now—closed completely, leaving no gaps.

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Rex squatted on the ground and patted the place that had just been closed, the stone floor echoed muffledly, and it sounded extremely hard.Rex tried to blast the floor with his abilities, but as expected - he failed.

A magical idea appeared in Rex's mind-Hogwarts is alive!

Otherwise, how to explain the closing of the ceiling and the fact that the floor that could have exploded is now extremely hard?

"This is really a miracle..." Rex patted the hard floor and said to himself, "...I originally planned to let Sif follow up and then a hero save the beauty or something...It's no use now Yes, alas..."

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"Ah chirp..." Snape, who was in class in the basement, sneezed without warning, and the students who were in class were shocked, and countless materials that should not be added were thrown in... There was a lot of grief.

Snape glanced at them coldly, and only after their voices had subsided, he withdrew his cold gaze in satisfaction.

Hmph, Snape snorted coldly in his heart, and couldn't help thinking of some bastard who could only stretch out his hands... Why the hell did I think of him? !Snape silently disliked his weird thinking, and tried his best to ignore the unnaturalness in his heart.

...haven't spoken to that jerk in 47 days.

Snape's mind was completely taken away by Rex - even though Rex was completely out of his sight now.

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After class, Snape quickly walked towards his office.

Even though he explained to himself over and over again that his rushing back in such a hurry had nothing to do with that tentacle monster, Snape could fool everyone, but he couldn't fool himself.

An inexplicable sense of impatience rose from Snape's heart, making his heart swell so much that it almost exploded.But when he turned the last corner and opened the door of his office three times as fast as he usually did - nothing happened.

There was not a single figure that rushed over suddenly.

There was no sweet "Sev~" that was too sweet.

Not even... no one in the office.

— Rex is not here.

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The originally swollen atrium seemed to have been punctured with a small hole, and the contents inside slowly flowed out... In the end, the whole heart became shriveled and lifeless.

—He's not here, he's... gone.

Snape silently put down the things in his hands, and sat on his single sofa with a sinking face...I always felt that all the strength in my body was drained, and the energy I had just rushed to the office disappeared without a trace trace.

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knock knock knock.

There was a hasty knock on the door, and Snape wearily covered his eyes with his hands. For a moment, the idea of ​​pretending that he was not in the office arose in his heart - he really wanted to be alone.

knock knock knock.

But obviously, the person who knocked on the door would not let Snape go so easily. Seeing that he didn't answer at first, he drove up and shouted, "Professor Snape? Are you there? On the eighth floor." Something went wrong! I don't know what's going on Professor!"

Filch's voice sounded outside the door.

Snape took a deep breath, trying to suppress the exhaustion in his heart, waved his hand casually, and the office door opened automatically.

Filch ran in in a panic, and before Snape could ask, he yelled——

"Professor! I need an explanation!" Filch's tone was abnormally angry, "I was just about to clean up the corridor on the eighth floor, but I found that there were a lot of broken stones on the floor of the corridor that I don't know where they came from! "

"The closest thing to the eighth floor is Gryffindor Tower," Snape said coldly. "You should be looking for Professor McGonagall, not me."

"Yes, Professor," said Filch with undiminished anger, and it was no surprise that Snape would say such words, "but before I went to Professor McGonagall, I asked about a painting hanging on the eighth floor. , the person on the painting told me the origin of that pile of stones!"

"What is it?" Snape felt that Filch's voice was extremely unpleasant. Hearing this kind of voice in such a quiet environment was a pain in his head, not to mention that he still didn't know Filch's voice. Why did you run over to him, "Did a Gryffindor kid deliberately give you a difficult problem?"

"No!" Filch showed a contorted expression. "The painting tells me that the pile of rubble was originally the ceiling of the eighth floor! They were blown out by a boy! The boy had black hair, green hair eyes, and most importantly—that boy has a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead!"

Snape rubbed his eyes for a while, and after a few seconds, Snape slowly took his hands off his eyes and said, "I see, I will deduct points from him, you go find He, just say I'll let him go to your place for a week of confinement, let him help you fix the hole in the ceiling."

"This is necessary!" Filch finally seemed a little satisfied, even the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, "This kind of person should be hung up and beaten for his bad behavior!"

"As you like," Snape said in a tone that did not conceal his impatience, "If there is nothing else to do, please leave, I still have things to do."

"Uh well..." Filch finally remembered the main purpose of his visit after his daydream was interrupted, "But Professor Snape, I can't find Harry Potter, that painting The people in it told me that after Potter blew up the ceiling, he flew up to look at it and then fell...then the ceiling began to close rapidly, and Potter flew up again while it was still closed...he never came down. "

"What did you say?!"

Snape stood up abruptly, looked at Filch sharply, and his voice was cold.

Filch had never seen Snape so angry. He was frightened and stammered, "Bo... Potter is gone..."

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