"George! Wake up!"

Anna tried countless methods, including pinching her nose and patting her cheek, but failed to wake George from the illusion. She frowned, regretting her rash words that mocked the illusion just now.

She came out of the illusion in three minutes, and quickly solved a few math problems before the illusion collapsed, without even giving her a chance to simplify the answers she got.

George looked in pain, holding his head hard, and murmured unconsciously, "No...it's not like this..."

"Those questions are beyond the outline! It's normal that you can't do it!" Anna yelled in George's ear, thinking that George was doing math problems like her.

Sweat broke out on George's forehead, and tears kept pouring out of his closed eyes, as if he was sitting in the examination room and showing remorse after seeing the test paper.

He began to shake.

Anna could feel the surrounding temperature start to rise. It was a strange feeling. Something began to attach to her skin. She could feel obvious obstacles when waving her arms. There was even a distortion caused by the heat wave near George—

something is wrong.

The air seemed to be squeezed out, Anna frowned, and grabbed her neckline in pain, "George!" Her voice became sharper, and a bad feeling began to spread.

The word magic riot flashed in Anna's head.

"Hey! George! Anna!" Fred's voice came from not far away, cheerful as usual, he didn't realize what happened, and he was still trying to share his special experience, "You can't guess, I Meet inside—”

"Get down! Fred!" Anna yelled, interrupting Fred. "Don't come over—"

"What?" Fred squatted subconsciously, and then he quickly noticed George's abnormality. In the narrow and dark passage, there was light on George's skin, and his skin seemed to become transparent, like a giant glowing jellyfish .

"Merlin's jellyfish! What happened to him?!" Fred stood up and ran towards Anna.

"Don't come here!" Anna's head was spinning rapidly, and she was recalling what the therapist had said to herself when she went to St. Mungo's before.

\'Magic power is everywhere, we are conductors, and our bodies are full of magic power... When a little wizard is emotional, it is easy to cause the magic power in the body to be disordered, and if there is no export like a magic wand to help guide it, it is easy to cause terrible things—also It's what we call Mana Riot...\'

"Magic wand!" Anna's eyes lit up, and against the heat wave, she forced George's wand pinned to his waist into his hand, but the situation didn't change after that, George still looked in pain, and his magic power was still scurrying around. .

"One more opportunity is needed..." Anna stroked her chin and thought, "George, the book you were reading "Flower Vampire's Runaway Princess". After killing the eighty-year-old king, she also cruelly deceived the vampire's property to expand her own power. After a series of schemes and calculations, she became the queen, and the vampire is the eternal white moonlight in her heart."

George: "..."

Seeing that George didn't respond, Anna changed her strategy, "George, listen to this, I told my mother that I was so insignificant in school and I was very sad, and my mother exclaimed—who is talking?!"

"Hahahahahaha," Fred laughed inappropriately, "I'm sorry Anna, why are you telling a bad joke?"

But George still didn't respond.

Anna gave up, and she gave Fred the task of angering George, "Say something quickly! The kind that guarantees that George will be angry!"

"Enrage George?" Fred looked a bit confused, and after hesitating for a moment, he cleared his throat, "Hey, George, the last time mom suddenly punished you to clean the backyard, it was actually because I accidentally broke her footbath , she thought it was you... well, you won't be angry because of this, will you?"

George: "..."

When Anna felt that this trivial matter might not anger George, George roared—

"Fred!"

Anna and Fred felt that the time must have slowed down by half a beat at that time, and they couldn't tell what kind of emotion was contained in that roar, sadness, unwillingness, and perhaps a trace of joy.

The light gathered at the tip of George's wand, and the huge magic group was filled with textured blue impurities. It looked very light, but it should be heavy, because George's wand began to bend.

"Boom!"

The magic group was launched along the passage, and the huge impact caused George to fall to Anna and Fred, who worked together to catch him.

The crisis is not over yet.

What followed was the aftermath of the explosion, accompanied by the roar of the unknown creature, and Anna, who was still conscious, felt that her ears did not belong to her. She vaguely saw a thin layer of darkness less than five centimeters away from her nose. The red barrier, thanks to the barrier they were not crushed by falling rocks.

"Gulu-gulu-"

Not knowing what kind of creature could make such a roar, Anna felt the stone wall behind her tremble, and then the ground began to shake.

"Oops! It's a giant squid!" Fred hugged George with a frightened expression on his face, "I forgot to mention that! We're in the stomach of a giant squid!"

Knowing such heavyweight news is useless now, the big squid started to move after being injured, Anna and his party were shaken so hard that they couldn't think—

No one knows what the giant squid is up to.

———————

A quiet afternoon is coming to an end soon, and Hogwarts is about to usher in a lively dinner time.

Several Hufflepuffs who liked fishing laughed and walked back from the direction of the Black Lake. Although the buckets in their hands were empty, this did not stop them from being in a good mood.

"It's so strange, why can't I catch a single fish today?" The blond-haired little badger was checking his fishing equipment. "Could it be because I changed the bait?"

"What did you replace it with?" The freckled little badger grabbed the blond little badger's shoulder carelessly, "I just used ordinary earthworms, and I didn't catch a single one today."

"It's changed to multi-flavored beans, which taste like earthworms." The blond badger took out a small rectangular box and shook it. "Would you like one?"

"Okay, thanks!"

The setting sun dyed the clouds crimson, and the warm red light added a beautiful color to the black lake. The birds chirped faintly, as if reminding everyone that they could rest now, and the day was coming to an end—the same is true of Hogwarts today. Calm as usual.

Seemingly remembering something, the little badger with freckles touched his arm, "Speaking of which, when we go back later, let's take the stairs on the right, the iron buckets are clinking, I think we should stay away from that office Better…"

The three little badgers next to each other looked at each other, then nodded in unison, agreeing with the little badger with freckles.

There is such a dimly lit mysterious office in the basement of Hogwarts Castle. Occasionally, when someone has to approach it, they will unconsciously lower their voices and pass carefully.

There are really curious and courageous college students who dare to peek in through the keyhole, and the first thing that catches your eyes is a very old-fashioned human skeleton, the kind that will suddenly move at any time to scare you.

Next to the skeleton is a dark green wooden cabinet, which is filled with various colorful bottles and jars. Those unknown liquids are filled with even more unknown scary things.

The automatic stirring crucible on the workbench seemed to be working forever. The bone claws floating in the air threw a slug into the pot. The tumbling green liquid kept emitting thin black smoke, and soon the slug was mixed with various herbs. The complex smell can fill the whole room.

If it wasn't known in advance, no one would believe that such a room was actually occupied by people.

"Plop," a small gravel fell into a triangular beaker, and quickly melted into the purple solution. With the heat, a small blue bubble emerged from the solution and floated to the in the air.

The bubbles floated over the dusty skulls, past the buttocks of elves soaked in formalin, dodged the dust that flew one after another, and passed through the gaps of densely packed herbs hanging from the eaves, finally , it saw the black-haired man sitting at the desk.

The brown wooden desk is expensive and very clean, and it is a bit out of place with the eerie surroundings, as if the high-end furniture stolen from the palace was put into the dungeon.

A small magic table lamp with a green velvet shade that is not very bright is placed in the upper left corner of the desk. Most of the time it should only be used for decoration - its owner's eyes must be very sharp to barely see what needs to be read.

The black-haired man wrote his name on the letter paper with a quill pen, \'Severus Snape\'. After habitually dotting two ink dots after the letter e, he raised his hand and used the feather The end of the pen popped the blue bubble.

"Boom," Bubble ended its short and lonely life, no one appreciates its beauty, except for that goblin ass.

Snape frowned, picked up his wand in his left hand and used clean up on the tabletop sprinkled with bubble water, he was a little thankful that those things didn't get on the letter paper.

\'...Dear Professor Dumbledore, one semester is coming to an end, I think you have another old problem to consider—that is, the appointment of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester. \'

\'Ms. Humbey is new to the school. She is an excellent potions master. She must be able to teach potions in the first to sixth grades. This way, I will have enough time to teach other subjects-I say so Might be out of the realm of suggestion, yes, I'd love to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. \'

\'Maybe I can tell you that you probably won't be able to find a poor deceitful wizard out there to be our new professor, not because I cursed you, of course, but because the Daily Prophet once again reported on the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Terrible Curse of Posts—I don’t know which enthusiastic citizen contributed the article, Merlin’s beard, I really want to thank him for saving those unsuspecting wizards from fire and water~lightnovelpub.net~I hope you will seriously consider this matter, and I’m even happy to reduce it Wages - Love the job, Severus Snape. \'

Snape shook the letter paper, and nodded in satisfaction after reading what he had written.

Applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has become a habit, and repeated rejections cannot make Snape give up, he has always been full of determination.

"Patter," another gravel fell on Snape's desk.

Snape didn't care, the castle had been around for quite some time, and it wasn't a strange thing to drop a stone or two sometimes.

But the next second he suddenly felt dizzy.

Could it be that the unhealthy lifestyle finally brought down his body? Such thoughts were reduced to ashes the moment several glass beakers fell to the ground—

The castle was shaking, Snape reacted quickly, he used Restore to the beaker, and then fixed all the valuables that might be damaged - including the bottle of goblin **** specimen and the experimental potion placed high.

What happened?

The shaking continued, and Snape didn't think it was an ordinary earthquake. Frowning, he put on his black cloak hanging on the hanger, and hurriedly opened the door.

"Crack," he stepped into the water.

The cold soles of his feet made Snape dizzy. He had stayed in Hogwarts for many years, experienced the four seasons in the castle, and was also used to the damp underground of the castle.

He has seen most of Hogwarts, and he knows that at dusk, the castle will be shrouded in a halo, and he also knows that Hogwarts at night is very beautiful hidden in the stars, and nothing seems to be able to destroy the mystery. Hogwarts Castle…

But at this moment—

Hogwarts Castle, leaking.