"George! Wake up!"

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

She came out of the illusion in three minutes, and quickly solved a few math problems before the illusion collapsed, not even giving her a chance to simplify the answers she got.

George looked distressed, holding his head tightly, murmuring unconsciously, "No...it's not like that..."

"Those problems are out of line! It's normal that you can't do them!" Anna yelled in George's ear, thinking that George was doing math problems just 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 tremble.

Anna could feel the temperature around her starting to rise. It was a very strange feeling. Something started to stick to her skin. She waved her arms and could feel the obvious obstruction. 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 with some pain, "George!" Her voice became sharp, and a bad premonition began to spread.

The word magic riot flashed through Anna's mind.

"Hey! George! Anna!" Fred's voice came from not far away, as cheerful as ever, unaware of what was happening, still trying to share his special experience, "You can't guess, I Meet in there-"

"Get down! Fred!" Fred was interrupted by Anna's cry. "Don't come here—"

"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 looked transparent, like a glowing giant jellyfish. .

"Merlin's jellyfish! What's wrong with him?!" Fred stood up and ran in Anna's direction.

"Don't come here!" Anna's head was running fast, she recalled what the therapist said to herself when she went to St. Mungo's.

"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 a disorder of the magic power in the body. If there is no derivative such as a wand to help guide it, it is easy to cause terrible things - that is, We're talking magical violence..."

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

"I still need an opportunity..." Anna touched her chin and thought, "George, in the book "The Falling Vampire Princess" you were reading, in the end, the princess and the vampire couldn't be together. She married the vampire's child after she became pregnant. After a series of conspiracies and calculations, she became a queen, and vampires are the eternal white moonlight in her heart."

George: "…"

Seeing that there was no reaction from George, Anna changed her strategy, "George, listen to this, I told my mother that I was too insignificant at school and I was sad, and my mother exclaimed - who is talking?!"

"Hahahahaha," 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! The kind that promises George will be angry!"

"Angry George?" Fred looked confused, hesitant for a moment and then cleared his throat, "Cough, George, 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 wouldn't be mad about that, would you?"

George: "…"

When Anna felt that this little thing might not provoke George, George roared—

"Fred!"

Anna and Fred felt that the time must have slowed by half a beat at that time.

The light converged on the tip of George's wand, and the huge magic ball glowed with textured blue impurities. It looked very light, but it should be heavy, because George's wand began to bend.

"Bang!"

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

The crisis is not over yet.

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

"Gollum-gollum-"

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

"Oops! It's a big squid!" Fred hugged George, his face horrified, "Forgot to say! We are in the stomach of a big squid!"

It is useless to know such heavyweight news now. The big squid started to move after being injured.

No one knew what the big squid was going to do.

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A quiet afternoon will soon pass, and Hogwarts is about to usher in a lively dinner time.

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

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

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

"It's multi-flavored beans. It smells like earthworms." The little blond badger took out a small rectangular box and shook it. "Would you like one?"

"Okay, thanks!"

The setting sun dyes the clouds crimson, the warm red light adds a beautiful color to the black lake, and the chirping of birds is looming, as if to remind everyone that it is time to rest now, and the day is coming to an end - today's Hogwarts too Calm as usual.

As if remembering something, Little Freckled Badger touched his arm, "Speaking of which, when we go back, let's go up the stairs on the right, the iron bucket is clanking, I think it's better to stay away from that office. Better…"

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

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

The curious and daring college students dare to secretly look in through the keyhole, then the first thing that catches the eye is a human skeleton with a sense of age. I don’t know when it will suddenly move to scare you.

Next to the skeleton is a dark green wooden cabinet, which is filled with various colorful bottles and cans, and those unknown liquids are filled with more unknown terrible things, which can make one’s hair stand upright at a glance.

The automatic stirring crucible on the workbench seemed to be working forever, the bone claw floating in the air threw a slug into the pot, and the tumbling green liquid continued to emit thin black smoke, and soon the slug was mixed with various herbs. Complex scents can fill an entire room.

If they didn't know in advance, no one would want to 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 swayed to the ground. in the air.

The bubbles floated past the dusty skulls, passed the goblin's **** soaked in formalin, dodged the flying dust, and passed through the gaps of the herbs hanging from the eaves. , it saw the dark-haired man sitting at the desk.

The brown wooden desk was expensive and very clean, a little out of tune with the eerie surroundings, like high-end furniture stolen from the palace and put into a dungeon.

A small magic desk lamp with green velvet lampshade 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 be able to barely see what needs to be read.

The black-haired man used a quill to write his name on the stationery, "Severus Snape", after habitually dotting two dots after the letter e, he raised his hand and used the end of the quill pen Popped that blue bubble.

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

Snape frowned, picked up his wand with his left hand and used it to clean the table top covered with bubble water, a little fortunate that those things didn't get on the stationery.

"...Dear Professor Dumbledore, the semester is coming to an end, and I think you have another old question to consider - the appointment of talents for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester."

"Ms. Humbe is new to the school, an excellent potions master, and she must be able to teach potions in grades one to six, so that I have plenty of time to teach other courses - I may say so It's beyond the realm of implication, yes, I'd like to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Might as well tell you that you probably won't be able to find a poor, gullible wizard out there to be our new professor, not because I cursed you, of course, but because the Daily Prophet has once again covered the Hogwarts Defence Against the Dark Arts professorship The Terrible Curse of - I don't know which zealous citizen contributed, Merlin's Beard, I really can thank him for saving those unknowing wizards in the fire."

"I hope you will seriously consider this matter, I would even be happy to reduce my salary - love of work, Severus Snape."

Snape shook the letter paper, nodding in satisfaction after reviewing what he had written.

Applying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had become a habit, and Snape refused to give up again and again, he had always been full of determination.

"Clap," another rubble fell on Snape's desk.

Snape didn't care, the castle was a few years old, and sometimes a stone or two was not a strange thing at all.

But the next second he suddenly felt dizzy.

Could it be that an unhealthy lifestyle has finally ruined your body? This kind of thinking turned to ashes at the moment when several glass beakers fell to the ground—

The castle was shaking, and Snape reacted quickly. He used Restoration on the beaker, and then fixed all valuables that might be damaged—including the goblin's **** specimen and the experimental potion placed high.

what happened?

The shaking continued, and Snape didn't think it was an ordinary earthquake. He frowned, draped his black cloak on the hanger, and hurriedly opened the door.

"Crack," stepped into the water.

The coldness of the soles of his feet made Snape dizzy. He had stayed at Hogwarts for many years, experienced the four seasons in the castle, and was accustomed to the dampness under the castle.

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

But at this moment-

Hogwarts Castle, leaking.

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