The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Ron subconsciously grabbed Hermione's arm tightly and blocked her in front of her, "Is there something collapsed -"

Boom-boom-boom-boom-continuous explosions interrupted them again, stinging directly to the eardrums.

They covered their ears and stood on the second floor looking in the direction of the sound. The strong vibration caused dust on the ceiling to fall into their eyes.

"It must be on the third floor. Hurry, go! Hermione, go tell them not to come out." Harry took out his wand and rushed to the third floor without looking back.

Hermione hit Ron hard on the back of his hand, "Let go, or you come with me."

Ron was beaten, and he turned his head with aggrieved eyes, only to realize that he had done something stupid, "Ah, yes, I'm sorry Hermione, I - I'm going to help Harry."

He looked down at the broken wand in his hand that was barely stuck together with magic tape, twisted it as straight as possible and followed suit.

There were no more explosions, replaced by ethereal music, with a beautiful melody that seemed not to belong to this world.

Harry couldn't help but be attracted by the music, and he even felt his heart beating involuntarily.

But he was still very concerned about where the ghostly voice with murderous intent had gone. He tried hard to distinguish, and vaguely heard the voice wailing mixed with curses in the distance, and it seemed to become very weak.

He might have fled far away, or he might have died, because he could no longer find the sound soon, and he couldn't hear it even if he lay on the ground with his ears close to the ground.

The illusory music also stopped. Harry stood up and continued running forward. When he turned a corner, he immediately knew that this was the scene of the incident.

Several large holes appeared in the ceiling of the third floor, and half of the wall was gone. It was a complete ruin. The dust was still thickly floating in the air. Stones and broken carved decorations kept flying up from the direction of the second floor. Harry knew that there must have been holes in the ground here, and broken stones were piled high on the remaining ground.

Large water stains flowed out from the ruins, mixed with black stuff. Harry stepped into the water and squatted down to check. It was not the ash and mud from the collapse of the floor, but blood, black blood, with a pungent smell of blood. , he wanted to reach out and touch it.

"If the famous Potter is willing to put aside his nobility and learn even a little bit in Potions class, you should know that the blood of some animals can easily corrode your bones." Snape didn't know when he came from behind the ruins. He got out and stood in front of Harry grimly. He looked down at Harry's sweaty black hedgehog head with disdain, looking like a stupid and arrogant sea urchin.

He pinched the wand and said, "Don't turn into a puddle of pus in front of my eyes. It would be very troublesome for me to write a long report to explain your death process to the principal."

Harry squatted on the ground motionless, maintaining the same position as when he was face down. His whole body and tongue were immobilized and he could not raise his head, but he would never mishear this voice in his dreams.

Ron came running out of breath. He seemed to have seen a figure flashing by another staircase just now. When he was about to chase after him to check, he fell hard for no reason and his nose was still bleeding.

At this time, the floating dust had partially dispersed, and Ron was shocked by the sight in front of him:

Half the floor was demolished, leaving a lot of big holes in the ground, as well as the ceiling. The second, third and third floors were transparent from top to bottom. A dead cat hung on the surviving wall. There was a pool of black on the ground. Professor Flitwick coughed and crawled from behind the ruins. Out, there stood Snape, Harry crouching in front of him.

He just fell down and seemed to be hallucinating?

Can anyone tell him what happened?

"Professor Snape, Harry didn't do that!" Ron defended Harry who was squatting on the ground and didn't know why he didn't speak.

"Weasley, you seem to think that I want to frame Potter," Snape lazily raised his eyelids and smiled sarcastically, "Based on his ability? Can he do it?"

Ron felt that Snape was probably trying to say, could Harry alone blow this place to rubble? In fact, he was referring to the death of Filch's cat, but in any case, it was good news, and Snape had no intention of embarrassment for the time being. Harry, the monster should be defeated, Filch's cat is dead, no bad news.

But Snape looked strange today, and something felt wrong.

Ron didn't think much. The black water on the ground gave off a strong smell of blood. He hurried over and helped Harry up.

Snape snorted and walked away, and the holding spell failed when Ron touched Harry's arm.

Flitwick cleaned up some of the blood, but there was obviously still residue in the ruins, and black was still slowly dripping out from under the stones. "Okay, kids, lift your feet and let me clean it up for you."

Harry and Ron lifted their feet obediently.

"Professor Flitwick, what happened? Is there a monster?"

"Harry heard strange noises."

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about here. The party isn't over yet. You should go back quickly."

The sticky feeling on the soles of his feet disappeared. Harry raised his head, looked at Flitwick, and then at Snape, who was repairing the wall and floor, with strong doubts on his face.

Ron also discovered a problem. No wonder there was always an indescribable sense of dissonance. Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape both wore glasses at the same time?

Or the same style?

Ok?

What new world did they discover?

The gold-rimmed glasses looked good on Professor Flitwick's face, giving him a more academic look and fitting his temperament very well.

Wearing it on Professor Snape's face...actually...looked a little...gentle?

Gentle? ! ? !No, it would be more appropriate to say that he is a scumbag.

It's so scary... In contrast, the straight face I usually have is pretty good, at least I'm used to it...

In their wild thoughts, the ceiling, walls, and floor were restored to their original state one by one.

The flakes of different shapes soaked in black blood were also cleaned up. I don’t know what they are.

Snape glanced at them and relit the torch on the wall. The burning light reflected the blood words on the wall - a color different from the black blood.

Hermione arrived with some of the teachers and prefects, while the others stayed in the Great Hall with the students.

Someone softly read the words in blood, "The secret room has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heir, beware."

They stood there, no one making a sound.

Filch's scream broke their silence, "My cat! What happened to Mrs. Norris - you killed her - it's you! I'm going to kill you!" Filch's eyes were bloodshot, Rushing towards Harry like crazy.

Professor Flitwick's small body hurriedly blocked Filch, "It has nothing to do with them. I found it during my daily patrol. The two of them arrived later."

Flitwick slowly put Mrs. Norris down and pretended to check her for a while, telling them that the cat was only petrified and not dead.

But Lockhart, who came after hearing the news, squeezed next to him, almost squeezing Flitwick out.

He loudly declared that if he had been present, he would have prevented the tragedy from happening. His voice was so loud that it was far louder than Flitwick's, causing those in the outer circle to still think that Filch's cat had died from an unknown attack.