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There were still a few plow marks on the ground, indicating that one or two bullets had hit the ground earlier.

It even affected several mango trees behind it.

Lani, who rushed over upon hearing the commotion, witnessed Zicomo firing his gun repeatedly.

Seeing the power of the shotgun in his hand, Lani felt deceived by the history books.

Is this the shotgun described in the book that will shoot countless tiny holes in the target?

Looking at the marks on the ground, whose small hole could fit an adult's head?

Wait, those are the weapons the king took out?

That's alright then, it must be something from another world.

I went back to continue studying that seed.

As for the weapon in Wang's hand, I'll borrow it and play with it when I have time.

Examining the shotgun in his hand, Zicomo felt he could blast even an armored vehicle to pieces with a single shot.

For a moment, he felt that the age of magic had passed and the age of rune warriors had arrived.

He even wanted to rush up to Voldemort and say something to him:

"My lord, times have changed!"

Then he shattered his remaining soul with a single shot.

But considering that magic still has many advantages, and that he came to Hogwarts to study and cause trouble, killing Voldemort so early would not benefit him at all.

So he banished those thoughts from his mind.

But as the saying goes, "He who possesses a sharp weapon will naturally harbor murderous intent."

Zicomo now holds a shotgun and always seems to want to shoot something.

But this is his 'Zen Garden,' and he's not a husky; he doesn't have the habit of destroying things.

He'd heard that werewolves roamed the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and he was considering whether to go and try it out.

(Werewolf: Don't come any closer!)

As dawn broke, Zicomo put away his shotgun and decided to discuss the matter later.

He called Lani to go have breakfast.

…………

At the Gryffindor dining table, Zicomo, who had been busy all night, was enjoying his meal.

Seeing Hermione sit down next to him, he suddenly remembered what he should give Hermione for her birthday.

With so many clothes in his inventory, he could easily choose one or a set that's suitable, engrave a set of skill runes on it, and give it to Hermione.

Yes, I should also give Lani a set, so she won't be secretly jealous even if she doesn't say it outright.

Similarly, he could also order a batch of clothes from Madam Malkin's clothing store, have them engraved with simple basic runes, and give them as gifts to others.

He'll just say it's the latest alchemical achievement; everyone knows his alchemical skills are quite good anyway.

Zicomo easily decided on this year's Christmas gift-giving arrangements.

While Zicomo was enjoying his breakfast in a relaxed manner, Harry and Ron were in a much less pleasant mood.

Their punishments have been finalized.

One went to reply to Lockhart's fans' letters, and the other went to wipe the hundreds of trophies in the trophy room.

One is mental torment, and the other is physical pain.

The two brothers, both in dire straits, hung their heads and ate their breakfast listlessly, looking uninterested and without any appetite.

Zicomo did not advise them on how much to eat, or say anything like that they needed to be well-fed to have the energy to work.

After all, their punishment wouldn't start until the afternoon, and since they ate little in the morning, it would be good for them to eat more at noon.

…………

By nightfall, Harry had been writing replies to Lockhart's fans for over four hours in Lockhart's office.

These replies, if piled up, would be at least 60 centimeters high.

Suddenly he heard voices coming from somewhere.

"Come here, come to me."

"What was that sound?" Harry asked curiously.

"What's wrong?" Lockhart asked, equally curious, upon hearing Harry's question.

"It sounds like someone is talking."

“Speaking? I didn’t hear anything. Maybe you were too sleepy. I sometimes do that too. A few days ago I even mistook a twig for my old magic wand. You know, the one I used in the first class of the semester.”

Lockhart's words diverted Harry's attention. He hadn't expected Lockhart to bring this up suddenly, and when he learned the truth, he burst out laughing.

"why are you laughing?"

“I’m thinking of something happy,” Harry said, trying not to laugh.

"whats the matter?"

"My wife... oops, I've finished my work for today."

Harry almost got carried away by the jokes Zicomo usually makes.

"Okay, your work is done. Leave the rest to me. Go eat."

Lockhart nodded to Harry, indicating that Harry could leave.

As Harry walked down the corridor, he heard that voice again.

"Blood, I smell blood! Let me tear you apart! Let me kill you! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Harry pressed himself against the wall, following the sound.

At the corner, he ran into Ron, who had also just finished work, and Zicomo, who had just finished eating.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked with a hint of disdain.

Harry was walking with his butt sticking out and his ears pressed against the wall.

The little witch suspected he might have read too many Lockhart fan letters and become mentally disturbed.

"Didn't you hear that sound?"

Harry told everyone what he had just heard.

After hearing Harry's words, Zicomo roughly remembered what had happened.

It must have been Voldemort who bewitched the young wizards at Hogwarts and released the Basilisk.

I wonder who this unfortunate little wizard who has been bewitched is.

Could it be Ginny again?

Zicomo didn't see Lucius and the Weasleys having any argument at Flourish and Blotts.

Lucius had no chance to toss Voldemort's diary into Ginny's basket.

Did he find another opportunity to provoke the Weasleys after Zicomo left?

And this snake monster has a bit of a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) and talkative vibe.

Taking advantage of the fact that few people can understand what it's saying, it keeps babbling on and on.

Now look what happened, Harry heard it.

This is like going to work for a new company in another city and thinking that no one can understand you, so you curse in your hometown dialect.

As it turns out, one of your colleagues understands your hometown dialect and even posted your swearing in the company group chat.

Now you're in a very awkward situation.

Chapter 82 Filch and His Cat, The Regretful Professors

"It's time to take action!"

Upon hearing this, Harry felt that the voice was about to kill someone, and he quickly ran towards the sound.

The group looked at each other, then decided to follow and see what was going on.

Harry came to a corridor and found water stains on the floor where some kind of creature had crawled.

He followed the water stains and saw spiders inside the castle fleeing outwards.

At the end of the water stain, a sentence written in blood was imprinted on the wall.

"The secret chamber has been opened. Enemies of the heir, beware!"

On the nearby hanging lamp, Filch's cat, Mrs. Lorris, was also hanging.

When Zicomo was a child, he didn't think much of it when he watched Harry Potter, but now that he thinks about it, who would call their cat "Madam"?

Filch wouldn't be treating it like his wife, would he?