This Hogwarts is not normal

Trapped and left on lowly servitude?

Snape's pride could not accept this approach.

"Professor, I believe you can persevere." Vincent turned his mouth towards the rushing water at the entrance of the tunnel, "With luck, we will find the 'switch' smoothly."

Mag and Flitwick held back their laughter, almost shaking their hands and letting the water pour in.

"Ho—" Snape extinguished the blazing Fiendfyre, "Wayne, you better hope they're not on the same side."

Dobby timidly hid behind Harry, "Even if Dobby's master orders Dobby, Dobby will not join the evil forces."

"Evil forces?" There were only two suspects left in Vincent's heart.

One is Old Nott, a veteran Death Eater, and the other is Lucius, who is playing with the wind.

An ordinary blanket was made of pure wool, and it was very obvious who owned Dobby.

Snape's face was very ugly.

He guessed it, and believed it.

Voldemort's former headquarters was in Malfoy Manor, and his old senior probably knew more than some veterans.

With this layer of relationship, he seemed to reject Dobby less.

"Send me up."

Dobby backed away in horror.

With Snape's clothes and a sexy big chin that showed no emotion, even Harry next to him unconsciously took half a step back.

"I won't say it twice."

Dobby blinked his eyes wide, and stretched out his hand with some resistance.

"Me too." Vincent grabbed his little hand, "Dobby, can you?"

"Okay, Mr. Wayne." Dobby didn't flinch anymore.

But when he offered his other hand to Snape, he still trembled uncontrollably.

"Professor Snape, can you stop sneering?"

"do not waste time."

Vincent nodded to Dobby, "That's his temper, his mouth is harder than the scales of a basilisk."

"Shut up, Wayne!"

He curled his lips at Snape. "Professor, I'm just stating the facts."

Dobby, who was caught in the middle, blinked his big eyes blankly.

The ghastly-looking Bat-Monster actually showed extremely unpleasant emotions.

"Let's go, Dobby." Vincent shook his little hand, "Just drop us off in the corridor on the third floor."

Snape stared at him coldly, and hooked Dobby's slender fingers without saying a word.

The white smoke drifted away, and they disappeared into the secret room.

After about ten seconds, Dobby came back.

This time it was Harry and Hermione.

When the two returned to the corridor on the third floor, they found that Snape and Vincent were not there.

"Where did they go?"

"do not know."

The fourth floor of the castle.

The old bat and the little bat are chasing a mysterious man who looks like a bat.

The moment he was discovered in the girls' bathroom on the third floor, he passed through the wall like a ghost and came outside.

The possibility of Peeves is very small, but it is very likely that it will be Voldemort.

"Tom, your conspiracy has been seen through!" Vincent pulled the trigger of the gun.

The oricyte bullet pierced through as before, and was inlaid next to a silver-white armor.

Snape didn't say anything, just kept waving his wand at the mysterious man in front.

But no matter what kind of spell it is, it will all penetrate through the opponent's body.

Physics doesn't work, magic doesn't work either.

Like a ghost without a body, but it makes the sound of footsteps.

Under their pursuit, the mysterious man calmly pointed his wand at the knight armor on both sides of the corridor.

"Torn apart—" Snape broke them all apart before they could move.

Vincent's staff tipped with the Iron Armor Charm, smashing them into pieces one by one.

He didn't care whether it was intentional or not, and quickly took out a bullet with a magic circuit pattern from his multi-functional belt.

If it doesn't work anymore, you can only use the ultimate secret.

In Snape's unblinking eyes, the high temperature bullet still penetrated through.

"Wei—" He turned his head to ridicule, when a huge explosion hit his face.

After the bang, Vincent, protected by the Iron Armor Curse, rushed straight into the heat wave.

The mysterious man didn't seem to be injured, but his body became somewhat blurred.

effective!

Not a physical ghost like Peeves, but a physical soul.

He replaced the magazine full of magic rune bullets, raised his hand and pulled the trigger one after another.

The dense "boom" is particularly loud.

The professors on the third floor ran upstairs immediately.

Flitwick dispersed the billowing black smoke, and what he saw was a corridor with holes in it.

Meg pursed her lips tightly.

It is indeed super powerful, and it is indeed an enhanced version.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she caught a few silvery-white lights, and suddenly trotted over with a sullen face.

On the fourth floor there is a corridor full of knight armor.

As long as the castle's defenses are turned on, they will actively attack intruders.

If I remember correctly, there should be twenty of them.

But, but now...

McGonagall grimaced, clutching her wand tightly in her hand.

"No matter who it is, he must bear this responsibility."

Flitwick and Sprout shuddered inexplicably.

She hasn't been angry for many years.

As a Quidditch fanatic, she was not angry that the Scottish team came within 30 points of winning the championship last year.

And just tonight, those knight armors that were personally maintained and upgraded many times turned into small fragments all over the place.

When Harry and the others came up, McGonagall had already come around the corner.

"Professor Flitwick, what happened?"

"Someone's going to have bad luck."

Hermione scanned the potholed ground and saw the little silvery-white shards.

She couldn't help but gasp.

Sprout said sympathetically, "Let's go there quickly, an angry Minerva is particularly scary."

"Guliu—" Flitwick chased after him as if he remembered something.

……

……

On the fourth floor, the trophy showroom.

"Tom, if you go one step further, I'm going to shoot you."

The mysterious man with only a rough outline stopped, raised his wand and pointed it at Vincent.

Even if the subsequent explosions were all resisted with magic, it is difficult to completely defend against the densely packed bullets engraved with magic circuits.

The tip of the staff glowed with a particularly dazzling light.

With the help of the lenses with extremely poor light transmittance, Vincent and Snape who came behind could vaguely see him floating across the ceiling.

"He chose to escape, he must have weakened." Vincent stretched his right hand towards the window,

"Rogue Rabbit Flying—"

"Wayne!" Snape's eyes were extremely unfriendly, "You think you can deal with him yourself?"

"Of course not." Vincent caught the rogue rabbit firmly, "So Professor, you want to accept my party invitation?"

"Ho—" Snape rode on the broom with him.

It is too troublesome to search layer by layer.

"Sit down, Professor."

With a sound of "咻", the rogue rabbit flew to the window carrying the two of them.

Snape quickly lowered his head.

He was sure that Vincent did it on purpose, wanting to have a close contact between his forehead and the window frame.

I'm so stingy!

No big picture at all!

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One update today, two updates should be restored tomorrow.

Forgive the author's hand speed, I'm really busy recently.