This Hogwarts is not normal

Tom is dead?

Not to mention just disappearing, Vincent wouldn't believe it even if he was really dead.

Can such a life-hunting master accept death obediently?

"He's not dead yet." Snape bent down and picked up his wand. "He didn't resist in the end. He must have given up the entity on his own initiative, trying to escape without us."

His attitude seemed to have changed.

Vincent was a little surprised, "Professor, do you really want me to say sorry?"

Snape's shoulders shook a little, and he walked out of the headmaster's office with a sullen face.

"He's shy." Armando, who was in the half frame on the floor, quickly shut his mouth.

"Principal Dippet, I already knew you were pretending to be asleep."

"Ah? Oh." Amando quickly calmed down after being surprised.

"Principals, it's time for me to go." Vincent pulled out his wand and pointed at the debris on the floor.

When all the picture frames were restored, he walked and thought about Tom's escape route.

The Basilisk is Salazar Slytherin, and there's no way it's going to give up.

"Still on the third floor? I hope it's already—" Vincent's eyes widened after coming out of the hole in the wall.

The bright corridor reminded him of the movement he heard when he confronted Tom just now.

What exactly happened to wake the students up from their deep sleep?

He poked his little head out of the window as if feeling something, and could vaguely see the big cuties rushing towards them under the night.

Basilisks are their natural enemies, so Tom went to the Forbidden Forest?

Under the hazy moonlight, there was a figure breaking into the group of giant eight-eyed spiders.

Black that blends with the night, with a vigorous and agile figure.

The important thing is the two small points on the forehead.

Sure enough, Snape thought of it too.

Using the riots in the castle as a cover, escape safely with the aid of the basilisk.

A solution that can be figured out with just a little brainstorming, Tom may not implement it unless he is cornered.

Vincent thought about it, and came to the empty Gryffindor common room.

The Fat Lady is back, but still drunk.

The students should all gather in the auditorium.

If Tom goes over to have some fun, take some hostages before he goes...

He changed his bat suit back into a school robe, and flew down from the window on a rogue rabbit.

A few acromantulas in a panic smashed through the window glass on the first floor, and encountered Percy's spell when they were about to turn in.

They flew out backwards, and fled elsewhere in a more frightened posture.

"Vincent?" Percy looked at the passing figure suspiciously.

He rubbed his eyes, made sure he was right, and then looked at the students beside him.

"Cheer up! They will never give up obediently!"

The students of the Lion Academy responded loudly, and then returned to the state of weakness just now.

At the end of this corridor were a dozen or so Slytherin students led by Marcus.

When they saw Vincent flying by, their first reaction was to hastily point their wands over.

"Very well, he was scared away by us!"

Marcus put down his wand angrily, "If he dares to come again, I will knock him off that damned broom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an acromantula smashed through the glass and rushed towards him who was standing by the window.

"There are so many obstacles - imprison quickly - stunned -"

With more than a dozen curses on its body, it tilted its head and staggered and pushed Marcus down under it.

"Damn spider!" The sticky giant claws were stuck on his big face.

"Get the hell out of here!"

Vincent, who flew around the castle, rushed into the auditorium and was almost shot down as an acromantula.

The corridors on the first and second floors were full of senior students, while those in the auditorium were lower grade students and professors.

"Vincent?" Sprout stepped forward quickly, "Severus just ran out, did something happen?"

"It's him, the him when he was a student." Vincent glanced at the crowd.

"Where's Dobby?"

"In the kitchen, you know he can't be seen by certain people."

Vincent nodded in understanding.

Sprout followed his gaze to the crowd, "You suspect he's here?"

"It's very likely."

It is indeed a better way to take all the students in the auditorium as hostages.

But as long as he has the sword of Gryffindor, Tom will be careful about everything he wants to do.

Vincent cleared his throat and said loudly: "Professor, how is that big fat snake doing now?"

"It shed its skin and fled to the Forbidden Forest." Sprout understood his little eyes.

"Minerva and Felius are over there, plus Severus shouldn't be a big problem."

"Well, that's great!"

The two talked and looked at the crowd.

The students are okay, all of them are ignorant.

"Dear children, we are facing a conspiracy!" Trelawney suddenly stepped forward drunk.

She looked at Vincent and Sprout suspiciously, shook her head and whispered:

"My third eye has seen through the fog and told me the hidden truth."

Sprout shook his head helplessly, "Sybil, do you need some Pueraria lobata to sober you up?"

"No, honey." Trelawney leaned almost on top of her,

"If we don't resolve this conspiracy in time, I'm afraid many more people will leave us forever."

Vincent cast a suspicious little look.

He is indeed the number one alcoholic in Hogwarts, and he can tell the truth in this state.

"Sybil, we'll stop it from happening."

"No, we can't stop—" Trelawney tried to straighten herself.

After only a few tries, she fell back on Sprout.

Later she simply gave up and snuggled into this warm embrace.

"Darkness is about to rise again—"

Everyone present tensed up, waiting for her next words.

1 minutes passed,

2 minutes passed,

3 minutes passed...

When her patience was running out, Trelawney was muttering something under her breath.

Vincent poked his little head over, the muscles on his face almost tensed.

"Hu-hu-"

Asleep, still snoring.

Sprout put her at a long table away from the door.

Although she struggled for a few minutes, she really proved herself.

It's just that if everyone came here for a while, Tom might not be found at dawn.

An idiot professor like Lockhart can look up to it, and students in the first, second and third grades may not be impossible.

Um?What about Lockhart?

The officially hired professor is there, and the teaching assistants during the trial period are also there, but he is not here.

"Professor Sprout, where's Professor Lockhart?"

"He—" Sprout showed a rare expression of disgust, "I saw him as if he was dead, so I came to the bed to wake him up."

She suppressed her nausea, "I was thrown to the ground by him like crazy, and then I knocked him out."

If it was McGonagall, Lockhart would have no chance at all.

But he is a well-known figure in the magic world, so he is not so hungry and thirsty.

The biggest possibility is that he is saving himself like Quirrell.

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