Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 455 Can’t find it

The castle was quiet at night, with only the occasional sound of Peeves pushing off his armor.

Charles was on his way back to the Gryffindor common room when he heard Myrtle talking to Nearly Headless Nick about something.

Myrtle said excitedly, "I just saw a thief!"

Nick said to her seriously, "No one can steal in Hogwarts."

"For more than a thousand years, the safety of Hogwarts Castle has been trusted by wizards, and many have set up treasure houses in the castle."

"I think it's a lost guest. Don't take it too seriously."

Myrtle shook her head and said, "But they don't look like lost students at all. They are sneaking around and look like they are looking for something."

Nick was a little unhappy with Myrtle's shaking head, and said a little angrily: "They might be worried about Peeves."

After he finished speaking, he flew away.

Myrtle grumbled, feeling that she, the new ghost, was bullied by the old ghost, and returned to her territory unhappily.

Charles frowned when he heard this. Myrtle's place was the entrance to the secret room. Could someone be planning to take over the secret room?

Although the basilisk has been dealt with, it is hard to say what else Slytherin might have hidden inside. Could it be that the uninvited guest had such an idea?

One must always be on guard against others. Charles did not want to disturb the principal with such an uncertain matter, so he decided to take some precautions himself.

He went straight back to the dormitory, took out his purple personal communication notebook, first replied to the smiley face sent by Gabrielle, then sent a message to Fred, and finally clicked on a jumping avatar in the magic institute.

After delivering the communication notebook to Gabrielle, Ruby went to the magic institute and gave some notebooks to Hakko Yamada, asking him to help promote it.

Because of the time difference, Charles and Yamada Boguang have been leaving messages to each other these two days.

Today, Yamada Boguang left a message suggesting that you add a waterproof bag to your laptop so that you don’t have to worry about getting it wet when you go fishing at the beach.

Charles replied that it was no problem, and then asked him if there were any Japanese Devil Nets for sale at the magic institute, and if so, he could buy some himself.

Soon Fred came over, handed Charles the Marauder's Map, and asked him, "What are you going to do with the map?"

Charles took the Marauder's Map and said, "I heard a guest got lost and came to Myrtle's."

Fred said, "Oh, that's bad luck."

After he left, Charles opened the Marauder's Map and began looking for several key targets.

Fleur was in her father's office, seemingly chatting.

Erica was in her dormitory, not knowing what she was doing.

Charles then looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office and found Professor McGonagall on a tower window sill.

Moody was not in the office, and I searched for a long time but couldn't find his name. It was different from the real Moody in the "memory" who was imprisoned there.

Charles scratched his head. Could this Moody be real?
He always felt something was wrong and thought that Voldemort would not miss this opportunity. Didn't he want his body anymore?

Now he was confused and wondered if the real Moody was hidden somewhere else?
Charles remembered what Fleur and Myrtle had said tonight and began to look for clues elsewhere.

At this time, only Myrtle was at the entrance of the secret room, no one else.

There is no secret room on the Marauder's Map, so it is impossible to investigate the situation.

Now those people from Durmstrang are in the dormitory, and there doesn't seem to be anything strange.

Charles thought about it and decided that since he couldn’t find any clues today, he would just let it go. There was still time.

He decided to find a chance to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office to see if he could find that special suitcase.

The next day at noon, Charles went to see Myrtle first.

"Do you believe what I say?!" Myrtle was very happy after Charles told her purpose.

Charles nodded and said, "Of course I believe you. You have no reason to lie."

Myrtle smiled widely and said, "If you were a ghost now I would give you a hug."

Charles was very confused. It seemed that this elder sister had talked to many ghosts recently, but no one paid any attention to her.

Myrtle then told him what she had discovered. These days, she saw several Durmstrang students running around the first floor and the basement, seemingly looking for something.

Charles thanked her for the clue and decided to check it out tonight.

Not long after the common room's curfew that day, a man came out of Durmstrang's dormitory area and slowly moved towards the edge of the castle.

She was familiar with the terrain of Hogwarts Castle and did not go to the place previously discovered by Myrtle, probably because she was not searching the same place.

There is a secret passage here, but it is not easy to find.

At the end of the secret passage is a wall with a fist-sized hole in it.

The uninvited guest came to the wall, the tip of the wand emitted a light, and he carefully searched every brick.

Suddenly, she felt someone behind her and turned around quickly.

"Snapped!"

The person behind her moved very quickly, grabbing her wrists tightly with powerful hands, and pressed his whole body against her, pressing her against the wall.

The atmosphere at the scene was quite weird. A man pressed a girl tightly against the wall, their bodies pressed together. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

European wizards relied too much on wands, and there was no way to counter this at this time.

"I remember, your name is Helen?"

The man's voice was very attractive, and his handsome and tough face had very attractive blue eyes. Helen was confused for a moment.

Helen whispered, "You're pressing me so hard that I can't breathe!"

Hearing this, the man leaned forward again, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Answer my question."

Helen was a little disappointed that the eyes had disappeared, and whispered, "Yes, who are you?"

The man responded, "You may have heard of my name, Steve Rogers."

Helen was shocked and said nervously, "Are you the number one wanted criminal by the Magical Congress of the United States?!"

Steve felt her trembling, sneered, and said emotionlessly: "If you are in the same group as those people who give young girls and boys to the rich and powerful to play with and ravage, you can scream now."

Helen asked doubtfully, "Didn't you kill a lot of people on an island?"

"That's right," Steve said, "and I saved more children from harm."

Helen breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the other party was not a bad person.

Steve asked her, "Excuse me, what are you doing in the castle so late at night?"

"If you want to take a tour, I wonder if I could be your guide?"

Helen suddenly became nervous. She had never heard of this person in Hogwarts before. Where did he come from?
She asked, "Are you a professor at Hogwarts?"

Steve pressed his body forward again, and Helen's breathing became increasingly difficult.

He said, “Please answer my question.”

"But I am still willing to answer the questions raised by the beautiful lady. Lord Dumbledore has agreed to let me hide here, and I will help clean the castle."

Steve was a head taller than Helen, whose face was pressed against the cold stone wall on one side and whose broad chest was on the other.

Helen said with some difficulty: "I heard that there is a treasure house in Hogwarts Castle where wizards have stored treasures for hundreds of years. Some wizards have passed away but the treasure house is still there, so I want to look for it."

Steve relaxed a little, lowered his head and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

Helen looked up into his eyes and replied, "It's true!"

Steve said, "I'll trust you for once."

"Now, you have to go back to where you belong. Can you do this?"

Helen nodded and said, "I can do that."

Steve let go of her and disappeared without a trace the next moment.

(End of this chapter)