Time goes back to dinner.

When Jon was wondering what kind of dark wizard he would see at night, what was recorded in the report on his desk. The conflict between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy is slowly producing its follow-up.

At this time, there was a fight.

But now it seems that the party who had made a fight has obviously missed the appointment. Jon and Stephen, who were under the phantom spell, extinguished the fluorescent spell on their wands and looked at Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. There was also the Hermione Granger three-person study group running wildly in the corridor, followed by a fat figure, looking a little cumbersome.

"What's the situation? Gryffindor group night tour?"

Before Stephen’s voice fell, he saw Neville let out a horrible scream and ran away—then he tripped over something, grabbed Ron’s waist, and fell together. On a set of armor.

Suddenly, the sound of screaming and clattering sounded in the castle accompanied by the domino-like fall of the armor, and the sound was enough to wake up the entire castle.

"Run!"

Jon and Stephen heard someone yell, and the four people in front of them ran forward along the corridor. Not far behind them, the castle keeper Filch followed them slowly. Jon and Stephen communicated with each other by voice. After a while, they followed quietly—they walked around the doorposts and ran through corridors, Filch followed as if walking a dog, and Jon also remembered where Harry and the others were going. .

The prize showroom.

But Jon's pace slowed down, he reached out and grabbed Stephen's sleeve, and the two stopped.

Filch in front of him seemed to be lost, humming an unknown tune, and turned his head back downstairs.

"?"

Stephen slackened, and the invisibility effect on his body was lifted: "Why did Filch go?"

"He won't leave. Will he stay here to watch the play? He doesn't really want to catch Harry Potter."

Jon also lifted his invisibility effect and showed his figure.

Steven suddenly remembered that this seemed to be part of Jon's plan.

"But what's the use of doing this? Isn't it just to scare Harry Potter?"

"of course not."

Jon moved his neck: "If you want to know, I can take you to have a look."

This question is a bit redundant, and of course Stephen wants to see it.

So the two of them continued to move forward and went up to the fourth floor without even trying to find it, because Pepi Ghost's voice was quite penetrating and could be heard clearly even across a whole corridor.

"Thank you for your guidance, Pippi."

Jon followed Pepy Ghost's voice and nodded to the "Principal Secretary".

"Small things, I will submit the relevant records as scheduled. Do I still need to monitor it?"

"No, I'll do it myself, you can go to rest."

"Ok."

Pippi turned and got into the wall: "Good luck."

Stephen was shocked by the familiarity between Jon and Pepy Ghost. Although he had known that Jon had asked Pepy Ghost for help, the sight of the two getting along so well was shocking.

That's a famous ghost in the school!

But these were no strange sights at this time, because Stephen watched Jon standing near the door at the end of the corridor, and he was performing a double act alone.

There were two voices from Jon's mouth, and they both learned vividly.

"Where did they go, Pepy Ghost?" It was Filch talking. "Hurry up and tell me."

"Say ‘please’."

This is Pippi.

"Don't mess with me, Pippi, just say, where did they go?"

"If you don't say'please', I won't say anything to you."

"Okay—please tell me."

"What! Haha! I told you that if you don't say ‘please’, I won’t say ‘what’ to you! Haha! Hahahaha!"

Stephen was surprised that Jon was able to imitate the faint voice that was getting farther and farther away.

After "Pippi" left, "Filch" cursed in anger, then turned and left.

Shrouded again under the Illusion Curse, Jon walked back to the corner and waited with Stephen.

After a while, the locked door was opened, and the little wizards ran out desperately from the inside, completely unaware of Stephen in the shadow outside the door.

And coming out with them, there was a low roar.

It's like a voice from hell.

"what sound?"

"Hagrid keeps a pet and guards it here... Forget it, we'll talk about it when we have time."

Jon showed his figure and looked around warily, Lifield knew even the sound of air movement around him, and then he stretched out his hand to open the door and dragged Stephen into it.

Behind the door is a very big dog~lightnovelpub.net~ This dog is so big that it fills all the space from the ceiling to the floor. It has three heads, three pairs of fierce eyes that turn around and three noses— -Twitching and shaking in their direction, there are three drooling mouths, which are like sticky ropes, hanging from the yellowing dog teeth.

It stood there motionless, all six eyes fixed on them.

It's just that before he leaped forward, Jon had already figured out a small harp from the ring, and several water lines gathered in the force field around him and began to play.

The soft music made the three-headed dog slowly get down, Jon let go, and let the harp he was playing float in the air to play automatically, and he walked around to the trap door on one side.

"Want to go down and have a look?"

Stephen shook his head and refused. He didn't want to know what was hiding here now.

Jon knew that it was Jon's own business. He only needs the right to know the truth, not the right to know the truth in advance.

It's as if Jon didn't tell him what he was guarding here just now. He would never explore the answer by himself at this time.

His small body is not enough for the three-headed dog in front of him to take a bite.

"Well, let me introduce you to it first."

Jon pointed to the sleepy three-headed dog: "Lu Wei, Hagrid's pet, it is said that he bought it with a Greek man in a bar a long time ago. The creature in Greek mythology is quite treasured."

"But I remember you said before that the magical environment of this age should not be able to tolerate the existence of such mythical creatures, right?"

Stephen is very clear about Jon's research content and some research results, he knows all about it.

"Well, it's a long story..."