Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Lockhart's office.

Under the bright candlelight, Dumbledore put Mrs. Norris on the desk and began to examine it carefully.

"It must have been killed by a spell." Lockhart said emotionally from the side, "Transformation Torture Curse, I remember a very similar thing happened before.

It's a pity that I wasn't there at the time. I just happened to know the uncurse method, which could have saved it. "

"Can you be quiet for a while?" Aaron looked at Lockhart speechlessly, wanting to say that you look like a clown, but he restrained himself.

"Mr. Gaius." Lockhart's voice was slightly lower than before, "I have detailed records in my autobiography."

"Can you save Mrs. Norris?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"Eh... this..." Lockhart stammered, looking at Filch who was choking, feeling a little guilty, "Unfortunately, my spell may not be able to save the dead."

"Then I will trouble you, professor, to be quiet for a while, at least not to hinder the work of professionals."

"It's not dead, Argus." Dumbledore raised his head and said, "Mrs. Norris was only petrified, but I don't know exactly how it was petrified."

"Ask him, he did it." Filch looked at Harry Potter angrily, and kept sobbing, "You all saw what he wrote on the wall, he knew I was a squib."

"Squib?" Aaron was stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable, "For a wizard who can't use magic, it must be very difficult for you to stay in Hogwarts for decades!"

"Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore said solemnly, "Argus has been doing his duty for decades, and I dare say no one loves this castle more than him."

"I see." Aaron nodded thoughtfully, "But to be fair, I don't think Harry did it. When I got there, the three of them stood there blankly, As if frightened silly.

And with all due respect, Harry probably doesn't even know what a Squib is. "

Harry nodded hastily. He has only been in school for one year, so he really doesn't know much about the meaning of some nouns.

Snape stepped out of the shadows, with a sneer still on the corner of his mouth, "Maybe Potter and his friends just appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That was the case with Aaron, who happened to spot them by that wall.

Isn't it, Mr. Potter? "

Harry froze for a moment, then exchanged a brief glance with the other two, "That's right, Professor Snape, this is just a misunderstanding."

"Very good, with the testimony of the three of you, I believe Aaron has no suspicions." Snape gave Aaron a reassuring look, and then looked at the three of Harry, "Then can you explain why during the dinner Not in the auditorium?"

The three immediately explained that they had attended Sir Nicholas' death anniversary banquet, and hundreds of ghosts could testify to them.

"You guys... so boring." The corners of Aaron's eyes twitched slightly, also convinced by their brain circuits.

If you don't want to attend a good Halloween banquet, you must go to the ghost's death day, is that something that a living person can do?Aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night?

The three of Harry also looked at each other, regretful in their hearts.

Attending a ghost banquet on Halloween, it’s okay to be scared, and I can bear it if I’m hungry for nothing, but when I came back, I suffered an indiscriminate disaster.

"And after that?" Snape looked straight into Harry's eyes, a stern smile flashed across his skinny face, "Why didn't you come to the banquet?"

"Because, because..." Harry was very nervous, he didn't dare to say that he went there because he heard a strange sound, otherwise the suspicion on him would not be cleared.

"We're going back to the common room," Hermione interrupted. "Aaron only met us on the way back."

"I'm going back to sleep after eating and drinking enough, you..."

"We're not hungry."

Gollum!

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron's stomach groaned inappropriately.

He raised his head in embarrassment, and found that everyone else was looking at him with different expressions, but Hermione's eyes were quite obvious.

It doesn't sound early, it doesn't sound late, but it happens when it is about to pass by.

"Okay! I'm really a little hungry.

But if you have attended the ghost's death anniversary banquet, you probably won't be able to eat even the best food right in front of your eyes. "

The smile on Snape's face grew wider.

Isn't this Chi Guoguo's desire to cover up?Do you really think everyone present is an idiot?

"Principal, I believe you can see it too.

They weren't telling the truth, and they were definitely hiding something. "

"Professor, I seem to have thought of something when you said that.

When I first got across the corridor, Harry asked me a question. "

"Oh?" Snape turned around triumphantly, but he didn't expect to have a windfall, "What did he ask you?"

"he asks..."

"Harry asked if there was any pudding at the party?" Hermione asked anxiously.

Aaron rolled his eyes, but seeing the pleading in the other party's eyes, he decided to help them, after all, in his opinion, these three would not do such a thing.

"That's it, Professor."

Snape gave Aaron a helpless look, as if asking: What good will it do you to help them?

Aaron also gave him a straightforward look: It won't do me any good if I don't help them.

"Severus," said Dumbledore, "innocent without proof."

"But my cat was petrified." Filch snapped dissatisfied. "Someone has to be punished."

"We can heal him, Argus.

As far as I know, Mrs. Sprout has cultivated mandrakes, and when they are mature, they can make a potion to cure Mrs. Norris.

In the meantime, I hope you all proceed with caution. Dumbledore said, and then looked at the four of Aaron, "You can go back and rest. "

Hearing this, the four walked out of Lockhart's office tacitly.

On the way back to the common room, Hermione pursed her lips, looked at Aaron who was walking directly in front of her, hesitated to speak, and said, "Thank you for covering us just now."

"You're welcome.

To put it bluntly, I don't think you have the guts either. "

"Do you think I should tell them what I heard?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Whatever you want." Aaron waved his hand, "But you have to bear the consequences yourself."

"I don't think so either." Ron said, "It's definitely not a good sign."

"It's strange, you heard that voice, and then Mrs. Norris was petrified." Hermione said.

"Actually, that may not be the case." Aaron said thoughtfully, "Maybe that voice led Harry there on purpose!"

Hearing this, Harry swallowed a little worriedly, "Do you mean that I'm being targeted?"

"I didn't say that, it's just a simple guess." Aaron said and turned to the aisle on one side, "Good night everyone."

The three looked at each other, and Harry said bitterly, "Why don't I tell Dumbledore about the voice! It's at least safer."

"No." Hermione frowned. "The three of us are now half-suspects. If they know that you can hear strange voices, it will be hard not to be wronged."

......

Back in the dormitory, Aaron lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"System, you can open the task panel."

[Find the legendary secret room:

Completing the mission rewards 800 magic points, and there is no penalty for mission failure. Will the host accept it? 】

When Aaron saw the value of the reward, he immediately thought of the nostalgia magic that he had been thinking about. According to the normal sign-in, he would have to struggle for more than 100 days to learn this skill.

But if the task is completed, it is equivalent to saving eighty days of struggle, and the temptation is too great.

Aaron gritted his teeth and chose to accept the challenge.

The reward for this task is not low, but it is not easy to do.

First of all, the legend of the Chamber of Secrets existed at least in Lucius's time, and the older the age, the harder it is to find.

Secondly, the blood on the wall and the petrified Mrs. Norris all meant danger, and he thought he couldn't stop a petrification spell of that level.

But he had no reason not to accept this task, because it was related to the safety of Hogwarts, which was a treasured place of geomantic omen for his stable development, and no accidents could happen.

The most important thing is that there is no penalty for failure, and if something fails, he can get out in time.

"System, I would like to ask, do you arrange tasks randomly?"

"Yes."

"But didn't we arrange three tasks last school year?" Aaron asked a little puzzled, "Why is there only one this year?"

"The tasks released by this system are also based on the actual situation. The integrated host can only arrange this one."

"It's really...reasonable." Aaron said speechlessly, "Wait, if I mess around, won't I be able to trigger more system tasks?"

"It is suggested that the host should not do that, engage in trouble, and die quickly."

"Hey! Don't say it so scary, I'm not that kind of person either.

Really just ask. "

"Thinking too much.

With the host's current authority, there will only be three missions a year, too many, and no less.

In addition, the tasks arranged by this system are completely within the capabilities of the host. They will not be too simple, but they will not be too difficult. Moreover, the host has sufficient autonomy to choose and give up tasks with higher risks. This is already very humane. up.

So... don't think about the wool of the system. "