Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

UPDATE: "Here," Ron said, "we'll take back as much as we can."

A huge pile of colorful candies fell on Harry and Clark's lap like a shower.

It was already dark, and Ron, Hermione, and Neville had just walked into the common room, their faces flushed from the cold wind, and it looked like they weren't having much fun.

"thanks."

Clark said, picked up a pack of pepper urchins, eat this stuff in his mouth, it is said that smoke will come out of his ears.

"How is Hogsmeade? Where have you been?" Harry asked.

"I've been to a lot of places."

Listen to them - it seems like they've gone anywhere.

Devis-Bance, Magic Equipment, Joko Jokes, three broomsticks and hot butterbeer, and many other places.

"The post office there, Harry! There's about two hundred owls, all squatting on the shelves, all color-coded, depending on how fast you want your letters to go!"

"Honey Duke came out with a new marshmallow and let us try a few for free, here it is, look—"

"We seem to have seen a lady-eater, really, the three brooms have everything—"

"How I wish I could bring you some butterbeer, it makes you feel hot—"

They were talking about their experiences today, but Harry's reaction was extremely strange, as if he was not interested in their descriptions.

"What did you do?" Hermione asked curiously when she saw Harry like this. "Have you done any homework?"

"No," said Harry. "I met Clark after you left, and we both had some tea in Professor Lupin's office. Then Snape went in..."

He told them about the goblet, and Ron's mouth opened wide.

"Lupin drank?" he asked in surprise. "Is he crazy? Why didn't you stop him, Clark?"

Clark looked at his watch, "We have to go down, in five minutes, the Halloween party will start..."

Of course they didn't want to miss this dinner, and a few people hurriedly climbed out of the portrait hole and merged into the crowd.

On the way, Ron was still talking about Snape, "How could he drink something of unknown origin if he—you know—"

"Okay, Ron," Hermione frowned and glanced around vaguely, "Since Clark was there, he must have recognized what the potion was, and since he didn't stop it, it must be fine."

Facing the gazes of several people, Clark nodded, "Yes, I have seen the potion, and there is no problem."

"What kind of potion is that?" Ron asked curiously.

Clark glanced at him, "You're a little curious, Ron, that's just some common tonics, and Professor Lupin's body does look like it needs to be supplemented."

They reached the foyer and walked to the auditorium.

In the auditorium tonight, as in previous years, there are hundreds of pumpkins lit with candles, a swarm of live bats flying around, and many orange banners burning with flames.

All of this did not add any terrifying atmosphere to this Halloween, but made this dinner extra warm.

The food on the table was also extremely delicious, and the craftsmanship of the house elves had obviously improved significantly. Even Ron, whose stomachs were already stuffed with Honey Duke candies, added a portion of each.

Savor the perfect dessert while the ghosts of Hogwarts put on their show.

The translucent ghosts leapt out of walls and tables and slide in various formations, and Gryffindor's nearly headless Nick reenacts his beheading, which is a great success.

The happy dinner ended in warm applause, and Clark followed the other Gryffindor classmates and walked to the tower along the usual route.

However, when they reached the corridor leading to the portrait of the fat lady, they found that it was already crowded with students, and the whole corridor was full of water.

"Why don't you go in?" said Ron curiously.

Harry stood on tiptoe and looked over the heads of his classmates in front of him, and saw that the hole in the portrait seemed to be closed.

Clark's heart moved, knowing that this should be Sirius Black, and while they were attending the Halloween dinner in the Great Hall, they were about to force their way into the Gryffindor lounge to find Peter Pettigrew.

"Excuse me, let me pass." At this moment, Percy's steady voice came from behind the crowd, "Why are you all blocked here? You can't all forget your passwords--I'm sorry, please let me pass--"

He hurried through the crowd, and suddenly the crowd fell silent, and from the front row, there seemed to be a cold snap running down the corridor.

Then, the next moment, they heard Percy say in a shrill voice: "Someone call Professor Dumbledore, quick!"

People turned their heads one after another, and the people standing behind stretched their necks and stood on tiptoes.

"What happened?" Ginny, who had just walked over, asked suspiciously.

But before anyone could answer, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall suddenly appeared. They walked quickly towards the portrait. Gryffindor's classmates huddled together to make way, and Hermione pulled Clark. Went up with Neville to see what was going on.

The next moment, Hermione screamed and grabbed Clark's arm.

"Oh my God--"

It's the fat lady! The Fat Lady has disappeared from her portrait!

That portrait of Clark, which they were very familiar with and looked at several times a day, had been severely cut and damaged by some kind of sharp weapon. Fragments of the canvas were scattered all over the floor, and a large piece of canvas was simply torn away.

Dumbledore quickly glanced at the destroyed portrait, turned around, and looked at Professor McGonagall, who was dignified, at this time Professor Lupin and Professor Snape also walked towards them quickly.

"Minerva," said Dumbledore, "we need to find her as soon as possible, please go to Filch at once and tell him to search every painting in the castle for the Fat Lady."

It's just that just after he finished speaking, a giggling, strange voice came from the ceiling, "Then I have to wish you good luck, Principal!"

It was Peeves, who loved to play pranks. He was wearing it on the ceiling above everyone's heads. It seemed that he was happier than usual because of the chaotic scene.

"What do you mean by that, Peeves?" Dumbledore still asked calmly in the face of Peeves' tricks.

Gu Xing

The smile on Peeves' face faded a little, but he didn't dare to really laugh at the headmaster.

So he changed to a flattering tone, but it wasn't much better than the weird laughter just now.

"Oh, she's frightened, Principal.

Now she doesn't want to be seen, because she... how should I put it... in a mess.

I saw her running across the 5th floor of the landscape, sir, yes, she was hiding in the bushes, not to mention how sad she was. "

There was not a trace of sympathy in Peeves' tone, on the contrary it was very happy.

"It's a poor man." He added falsely, but he didn't mean to pity others at all.

"Did she say who did it?" asked Dumbledore calmly.

"Oh, yes, Professor." Peeves grimaced exaggeratedly. "Look, she didn't let him in the lounge, so he was angry."

Peeves did a somersault in the air, grinning at Dumbledore from between his legs. "Honestly, he's got a really scary temper—that Sirius Black."

"Hi~"

After listening to Peeves' words, all the little wizards present took a deep breath and made a little contribution to global warming.

Sirius Black actually broke into the castle and even tried to enter the Gryffindor common room?

This is so scary!

Thankfully it was Halloween and everyone was not in the tower.

Professor McGonagall's face showed a worried look, covering his chest with excitement, Professor Lupin's face showed a very strange expression, only Snape, Clark could clearly perceive that this proficient brain The spy master of the Occlusion Technique, his thoughts at the moment are not as calm as he appears on the surface.

Fortunately, President Dumbledore was extremely calm at this time, and directly asked all Gryffindor students to return to the auditorium immediately, and arranged for Professor Lupin and Professor Snape to inform the deans of other colleges.

Clark and the others followed the main force and walked downstairs again under the **** of Professor McGonagall. Along the way, everyone was whispering about what had just happened.

They returned to the auditorium, where the Halloween-related decorations had not yet been removed.

After waiting for ten minutes, the students of Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and other colleges also returned under the leadership of their respective deans, but most of these students looked confused. , some smart people grabbed the Gryffindor students and asked.

"Quiet! The faculty will conduct a thorough search of the castle with me." Dumbledore pointed his wand to his throat, and the loud voice immediately echoed in the auditorium, suppressing the commotion of the students.

At this time, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had closed all the doors and windows of the auditorium.

"For your safety, I think you may have to spend the night here tonight," Headmaster Dumbledore arranged. "I ask that the prefects stand guard at the entrance of the auditorium, and the presidents of the male and female students will stay in the auditorium to take charge of the management. , report to me immediately if anything happens."

"Find a ghost to speak to me." The last sentence was specially explained to Percy.

After the arrangement, Dumbledore was about to leave the auditorium when he stopped and said, "Oh, yes, maybe you will need..."

With a wave of his wand, the long tables flew to the edge of the auditorium and stood up against the wall; with another wave, the ground was covered with hundreds of purple sleeping bags.

"Sleep well, good night," said Professor Dumbledore, closing the door behind him as he went out.

Immediately there was another buzzing of excitement in the auditorium: the Gryffindor House students were busy telling the other House students what had just happened.

"Everyone in the sleeping bags!" Percy shouted loudly. "Come on, stop talking! There's time for you to discuss tomorrow. Well, turn off the lights in ten minutes!"

Clark, Hermione, and Neville grabbed their sleeping bags and walked to the corner, followed by Ron, Harry, and Ginny.

"You say, is Blake still in the castle?" Ginny whispered anxiously.

"Probably, Dumbledore apparently thought so," said Ron.

"Then he's really lucky to pick tonight, just when we're not in the tower," Clark joked, when they were all tucked into their sleeping bags with their clothes, and then put their upper bodies on their elbows to chat, "Otherwise, we, Neville, bump into him and knock him to the ground within minutes."

"As long as he dares to come, I'll make him look good!" Neville seemed to take Clark's joke seriously and said confidently.

Ron didn't believe it, "I guess he's just out of luck, because he's been on the run, otherwise why would he choose to break in on Halloween."

Ginny shuddered as everyone around them asked each other the same question: "How did he get in?"

"Maybe he knows how to stealth," said a Ravenclaw student a few feet away, "from thin air, you know."

"Probably came in with makeup on," said a fifth-grader at Hufflepuff.

"Or fly in," Dean Thomas said.

Everyone was expressing their opinions. Hermione rolled her eyes and touched Clark with her elbow. "What do you think?"

"None of these methods are realistic," Clark said lazily, lying in his sleeping bag, "if you've seen Hogwarts, A History of the School, you'll know that the castle itself is a giant alchemy. Architecture, in addition to the walls, it is also imbued with all kinds of magic."

The people around were attentively listening to Clark's story, and they knew that Clark was the authority in this regard.

"A space barrier has been set up throughout the castle. This kind of thing is like a ubiquitous big net, covering Hogwarts. Whether it is Apparition, door key or Floo powder, no one can do it without authorization. Teleport in or out.

Of course, if you have teacher authority, Floo powder can still be used, but only in a fixed office. Other than that, only creatures like house-elves~www.readwn.com~ can drill through the mesh and shuttle around the castle.

So the latent form of light cannot come in. "

"As for makeup, sorry, the dementor's perspective is more inclined to see the fluctuations of a person's soul, so just changing the appearance is not enough. Flying is also impossible, if Black flies in, the dementor will see him too.

And Filch knows all the secret passages, and he's going to seal them all up..."

"Lights out now!" Percy yelled. "Everyone in sleeping bags and stop talking!"

Clark fell silent, as if he really heard Percy, and fell into a deep sleep.

However, in the air in front of him, a curtain of light that no one else could see was slowly unfolding.

Since Black couldn't help but move, in order to ensure safety, let's upgrade first.

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