【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

"Given the location and structure here, there is a high possibility of a secret passage." Sherlock squatted by the wall and observed.

Due to the existence of the Traceless Expansion Spell and some mysterious spells, it is basically impossible to find any secret rooms based on the appearance and area of the building alone. We can only find them through clues.

"Ling, am I right?" Sherlock turned around and saw the girl leaning against the wall, her fingers sliding in the air, muttering to herself, probably reciting poetry again.

"Congratulations, your reasoning is correct." A brilliant colorful light flew out from Wei Shengling's fingertips and exploded in the air. It had no lethality, it just looked good.

Wei Shengling's mental power can directly scan the existence of the secret passage. Sherlock just wants to use his own reasoning to find surprises and have fun. She only serves as a reference answer.

"Sure enough," Sherlock raised his chin proudly. Wei Shengling found the young Sherlock's appearance very cute. He turned around and continued to deduce how this secret passage could be opened. Wei Shengling also lowered his head and brushed his brain.

Since the crisis was resolved, she no longer needed to recite poems so urgently. Instead, she could recite them occasionally, read them, and freely appreciate the joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the world, and the four seasons described in ancient poems. She could also think about what role these poems could play from what perspectives...

When a hobby becomes a necessary part of study and work, it is torture. But when it becomes a hobby again, you will feel happy.

In the Request-Granting Room, Snape was considering what potion ingredients to add to the crucible. Smoke rose from the crucible, blurring his face and only a vague outline could be seen.

In the library, Watson held a fountain pen in his hand, tapping the tip of the pen gently and regularly on a notebook. There were already some sentences on the notebook. He could vaguely see that it said "...the magic circle has brought me to another world! Everything in front of me is so strange and familiar..."

Even without a blog, it is possible to become a novelist by writing in another world.

Which magazine should I submit to... Sing the devil's advocate, he doesn't even pay me!

It is also a good choice to write about their stories and fantasy experiences here, which is more appropriate than writing in their world.

Let me see, how should I write this world of the evil Vought Corporation...

The group of four were leisurely doing their own thing, but Hogwarts and the Death Eaters were in chaos.

"Miss Selwyn, are you sure Miss Theus didn't come back all night?" Professor McGonagall asked majestically. Celia Selwyn, who shared the same dormitory with Theus, nodded, "I'm sure, Professor."

Not only did he not return home overnight, but he also missed a whole day of classes. There was no sign of Sius anywhere... Slughorn frowned in worry. Sius was a well-known confidant of the Dark Lord and was said to have a close relationship with him...

Would disappearing from Hogwarts like this become a reason for the Dark Lord to attack?

"It's ridiculous that a student from Hogwarts disappeared in the castle. This has never happened before." Dumbledore put away his usual kind image and frowned. "I hope that Miss Sius was just accidentally trapped in a secret room or secret passage, instead of..."

He sighed. "Minerva, as I recall, there were several Gryffindors who had conflicts with Miss Theus—"

The missing person was a Slytherin... that's even worse.

"Yes, Headmaster, I will ask them." Professor McGonagall's face showed worry. Dumbledore turned around and asked about the portraits in the corridor. Many people saw Theus walking out of the castle and said that she had the habit of going out at this fixed time every day.

Go out...where to go?

Thinking of Hagrid's crying a few days ago, many eight-eyed spiders died, and even the giant eight-eyed spider Aragog disappeared... Could it be that Sius did it? Is she collecting something?

Dumbledore's expression became more solemn.

In the basement of the old house in Little Hangleton Gaunt, Theus sneezed several times. She eagerly lay beside the small hole that projected light and air, trying to retain the dim light.

Even though there was a small hole there, she couldn't use it to destroy the secret room and leave.

The wand shook, revealing the current time.

"One day and one night." She murmured, and angrily threw away an opened compressed biscuit. The compressed biscuit rolled on the ground for several times and was covered with dust.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Who on earth dared to attack me and lock me up here? When I get out, when Voldy finds me, I will tear your hearts out and tear out your bones! You will be so scared that you can neither live nor die!"

Voldemort was more anxious than anyone else.

No one knew the importance of Sius's existence better than him.

Was he missing, abducted, or went to someone else?

If Sius' sudden disappearance actually meant his death, Voldemort could still breathe a sigh of relief and think that this was a good thing.

Even without the information she revealed, it would not matter. Xius's presence caused more harm than good. She was too out of control.

They can also use this as an excuse to question Hogwarts.

The problem was that he couldn't be sure that Sius was really dead.

The two-way mirror is not working and we cannot get in touch.

Panic spread throughout Hogwarts, and people were discussing the disappearance of students.

"Sius is not a good person. Maybe someone is doing justice for the heavens." Someone said naively, but was quickly rebuked, "How can you be sure whether it is doing justice for the heavens or just indiscriminate action?"

"In Hogwarts, it is said to be the safest place in the entire wizarding world. How could such a thing happen..."

"terrible."

"Let's go together after this."

Because it has been a while since James Potter cast a curse on his classmates, the young wizards who had originally gathered together have begun to try to disperse. Now, due to the disappearance of a student, they have to start gathering together again.

"Can I write to my parents and ask them to help me withdraw from school? I really don't want to stay here anymore. Will we be the next to go missing?"

"I told you before, it's absolutely wrong to have a Gryffindor as headmaster! He's so careless and biased towards Gryffindor. I'm going to write a letter to my father!"

Wei Shengling blinked and was stunned when he heard these words.

"The chain reaction of Sius' disappearance?"

"Hmm." Sherlock continued to look around, hoping to find a new secret passage or secret room. After a day of searching, they had mastered quite a few secret passages, and he was planning to draw them down to share with Watson and Snape.

"It feels like this has become a time bomb buried in Hogwarts." Wei Shengling frowned. "Does that mean we should actually kidnap her during the holidays?"

"This has to be done sooner or later." Sherlock finally raised his head. He turned closer to Wei Shengling and kissed her on the cheek. "Don't worry, it will be over soon."