This Hogwarts is not normal

Compared with the Unforgivable Curses, the consequences of black magic are much less serious.

But after all, it is forbidden magic, and no one will admit it in public.

Snape's sneer was particularly creepy.

Vincent arranged the bullets in the multifunctional belt vertically on the table.

"That's all I have right now."

21 pieces, all engraved with magic circuits.

Mag tried to calm himself down, "I have a lot to say, but now is obviously not the time."

Vincent and Snape glanced at each other.

No one wanted to take the blame, and no one wanted to bear her anger alone.

"Oh—you are indeed here." Sprout walked in with two little badgers smiling.

As if she couldn't see the weirdness of the atmosphere, she hugged Mag's little hand affectionately.

"Minerva, you have no idea what we just discovered."

Cedric and Rove avoided Vincent's suspicious gaze with a guilty conscience.

"That's a secret passage leading to Hogsmeade."

Snape nearly clapped his hands.

He suppressed the urge to blow up the secret tunnel immediately, and looked very calmly at Vincent who was gnashing his teeth.

"I regret that some of our students will forever lose a way to pass the time."

Vincent took several deep breaths, and suddenly pretended to be flustered and lowered his head.

There is more than one secret way to go outside the school.

There are three here in the hunchbacked one-eyed witch statue, Gregory the sycophant statue, and the Whomping Willow.

Panic?

You must panic.

McGonagall nodded to Sprout, "Pomona, we found—"

"Boom———"

A gorgeous firework exploded outside the tower.

This is the signal to find the basilisk, sent by Flitwick.

"Talk while walking." Mag turned around without the slightest hesitation.

Vincent stood up and loaded the bullets one by one with some hesitation.

Regardless of whether the discovery of the basilisk is a coincidence or not, there is a high probability that it is a sham.

Which one is more important, Basilisk Horn or Voldemort?

"Professor, I'm ready." He loaded the magazine and seemed to have made a decision.

Snape wanted to sneer, but changed his mind when he glanced at the door of the boys' dormitory.

The little bastard in his eyes couldn't possibly be fooled three times in a row.

Voldemort was a master of Legilimency, and perhaps everything they had just talked about had been overheard.

There are only two people present who are not affected.

When they ran to the sixth floor together, Vincent stopped suddenly and handed the sorting hat to McGonagall.

"Professor, I won't go with you."

Mag's frown quickly relaxed, "No, you can keep it."

"But the only thing that can hurt the basilisk is—"

"Son, we are professors." Sprout smiled and pushed back the sorting hat.

The basilisk, which has lost sight of this deadly threat, just needs to be careful of the venom.

A true master of dueling, a master of transfiguration, and a master of herbal medicine.

"The sorting hat is the most precious treasure in the school." Mag didn't tighten his lips anymore. "Since you brought it out, you have an obligation to protect it."

"I see." Vincent handed over the iron-copper alloy sniper rifle in his hand, "Although I haven't tried it yet, the penetration power should be the same as my super powerful enhanced version."

She didn't refuse this time.

The gun blade is made of mithril, which is much stronger than the iron-copper alloy sniper gun.

"Be careful."

"I will, Professor."

Vincent's eyes swept over them one by one.

Both McGonagall and Sprout trusted him;

Harry and Dobby were like them;

In addition to guilt, Cedric and Rove have very obvious concerns;

Hermione's eyes were particularly complicated.

There is trust, worry, unwillingness, and an indescribably strange emotion.

Like blaming, blaming yourself?

"It's just hide-and-seek." Vincent waved at them, "He can fly over death, but he may not be able to fly over me and Professor Snape."

"Hey—" Snape turned and went upstairs without looking back.

He raised his alder wand and tapped it on his chest, disappearing from their sight.

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The eighth floor of the castle.

A figure in a tattered cloak wandered the hallway.

He stopped in front of the gargoyle, with a grim smile on the exposed lower half of his face.

"Smashed to pieces—"

The stone beast was shattered into countless pieces, and even the wall was broken into a big hole.

The mysterious man suspected to be Voldemort walked up the spiral staircase and knocked down the door of the principal's office in the same way.

The sleepy portraits all stared wide-eyed.

"It's you!"

"It's me, Principal Dippet."

"It's impossible——" Armando Dippet's face was full of disbelief, "More than half a century has passed, and you were not like this face at all before!"

"Anything is possible." The mysterious man tore off his cloak, looked towards the shelf,

"I have successfully flown over death, Headmaster Dippet."

Phineas next to Armando gave him a particularly appreciative look,

"It's you, you are the one who will carry out pure blood supremacy to the end."

The mysterious person under the cloak is not the bald socket Voldemort, but a handsome black-haired guy in a Hogwarts uniform.

"As a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, I have returned to fulfill his long-cherished wish."

"Hahahaha——" Phineas laughed excitedly, "Yes, you did a good job!"

"You old devil!" Armando walked across the portrait emotionally, punching him off the chair.

"Show me a clear position! This is Hogwarts! You are the former headmaster!"

"Hahaha—Amando, he is still your favorite student!"

Huddled together in a tiny picture frame, two former headmasters beat each other up.

"Since he turned into that ghost, I no longer regard him as my former student!"

"Now he's back, even his appearance!"

The distracted Armando was beaten back into the original frame by Phineas.

"I'm right, Tom."

The man called Tom smiled back, "Principal Black, I know you are stalling for time so that Principal Dewent can take the opportunity to inform the outside world."

"Crackling——" A picture frame was suddenly blown into sawdust by the Shattering Curse.

Principal Dai Lisi Derwent, who escaped unharmed, hid in the portrait of Principal Eupracia Moore.

"As far as I know, there are only two headmasters at Hogwarts who have another picture frame." Tom paced to the shelf.

The magical portrait that retains the thoughts of the previous life can freely shuttle between its own frames.

If one is destroyed, there is no way to go to the other.

The bruised Phineas trembled, "Damn you! Get out of Hogwarts!"

"Is it because of your descendants?" Tom looked away. "I'm sorry, but I made it impossible for you to tip off the news."

"It's you—" Phineas pointed at him excitedly, "It's you, an incompetent coward, who caused our eternally pure Black family to cease to exist!"

"The Black family will recover." Tom raised a confident and charming smile,

"Only one thing is needed, and I can save your descendants in Azkaban."

"What is it?"

"You should have already guessed it." His eyes moved back to the shelf, "A thing that was originally placed here."

Phineas hesitated, "Do you think I will believe you?"

"You will." Tom smiled sincerely, "This is the only way to save your children and grandchildren, and you know very well whether I have the ability."

"Phineas! Don't believe him!" Armando shouted, and his entire picture frame was broken in half from the middle.

"Principal Black, please think of Bellatrix, please think of Sirius."

Phineas lowered his eyes, thinking of his favorite great-great-grandson.

He was the pride of the Black family, but died mysteriously shortly after becoming a Death Eater.

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