I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 250 The Secret in the Castle
Chatted with Hannah for a long time.

But she has always avoided chatting with Owen about family matters.

They talked about many things together.

From the new changes in the classroom since this semester, to the expectations and views on the semifinals.

Like a bunch of friends gossiping.

It's just that both sides can feel that a layer of pathetic thick barrier separates them.

Friday.

Owen and Harry went to the protection class of magical beasts together.

This is an elective course and is not based on a college. You can see students from the four major colleges in the classroom.

This is the last class for this week.

A deep and deep bell sounded from the castle across the damp field, get out of class was over, and the students dispersed one after another.

There were also some young wizards, who walked down the lawn slowly towards Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid stood outside the cabin door, one hand on the collar of his huge hound, Fang.

There were several open wooden boxes on the ground beside his feet, and Fangya was whining, struggling to grab the collars, apparently wanting to examine the contents of the boxes carefully.

As they approached, a strange rattling sound reached their ears, and there were occasional faint explosions.

"Good morning!" said Hagrid, smiling at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Better wait for the rest of the class. I don't think anyone would want to miss this."

He said, "This is my new research, spent a summer vacation time, fried tail snails!"

"What?" said Ron.

"Blast-tailed skrewt!" Hagrid repeated, "a new species I bred!"

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"I suddenly have a bad feeling." Ron whispered down to Harry, "I bet it can't be anything good."

"That's what I thought too." Harry responded in the same low voice.

He knew Hagrid. The mixed-race giant's aesthetics in terms of magical animals cannot be said to be very different from theirs, but it can also be said that the bull's head is wrong with the horse's tail.

"You'll like it!" Hagrid didn't seem to see the worry in the corner of the little wizard's eyes at all.

He just said excitedly minding his own business.

Watching the little wizards gradually gathering.

He ignored Owen very naturally, and continued towards the other little wizards, "This is an unprecedented new breed, which you will never see in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them."

"Heh—" After a whole year of torture, the little wizards who can still stay here understand what Hagrid's surprise will be. No one has any expectations. They would rather get to know some "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" common organisms in .

Such as unicorns.

In the process of brushing it, you can pick up some hairs and sell them for money!

Hagrid bent down happily, and then opened the box at his feet.

"Disgusting!" Lavender Brown screamed, jumping back a few steps.

Since the girl was silenced by Hermione's Forgetting Curse, she didn't dare to provoke him again-Professor McGonagall dispelled the Forgetting Magic for her, and Hermione was deducted fifty points for this.

But Harry, along with many people in Gryffindor, supported Hermione's approach.

Because Lavender was so annoying during that time.

Of course, the reason why she is not obsessed with her brother's beauty now is most likely because after being bitten by a vampire, she became - well - how should I put it - more beautiful - her skin was whiter and firmer , I have also lost a lot of weight, my face contour is more eye-catching, and the baby fat on my cheeks has also disappeared.

The figure became taller and grew very rapidly.

More importantly, she suddenly had a unique temperament that she had never had before.

A bloody, mysterious and charming temperament, which makes many wizards fascinated by her.

Miss Brown has become Gryffindor's court lady.

And she herself is happy to be in the pursuit of boys.

"It's disgusting!" Harry frowned.

This thing looked like a large lobster that had been shelled off, and it was slimy white and gray, and looked very scary.There are many feet sticking out in all directions, and it is impossible to see where the head is.

There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other, bumping dazedly against the walls of the box.

They also had a very strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp.

Every now and then, a spark would shoot off the end of the snail, and with a soft snap, the snail would be propelled forward a few inches.

how to say!

This thing is a failed product like those legendary mad scientists created.

Nothing but disgusting people.

Not to mention those girls, Owen frowned again and again.

It can only be said that Hagrid does have some talent in breeding mixed-blood magical animals, after all, normal people can't make such things out.

But his aesthetic is obviously a bit too outrageous.

Especially this idea - a manticore crossed with a fire crab
Owen wanted to ask how he came up with such an evil idea.

"Oh!"

The tail of the snail in Ron's hand suddenly exploded.

Sparks flew into his hand, and Ron cursed, enduring the pain.

"How did you get these snails here?" Harry poked his head out, looked at a group of snails in the box, and asked with a rather ugly expression. "There's nothing like that in the book."

"It's a new species, the offspring of a hybrid between a manticore and a fire crab. I named them Blast-tailed snails. These little guys are cute, aren't they?!" Hagrid waved his hand, seeming very excited. I'm glad Harry would ask, "You know, it's not easy. Manticores hardly let any creatures get close. It's even more difficult to get them to cooperate and produce offspring. I spent about 60 days this summer vacation. It takes multiple fire crabs to succeed."

"The word 'use' is wonderful!" Owen said with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"I really feel sorry for the fire crabs, little--suffering so much."

How to align!asshole!

One embodiment is at least a few tens of inches tall.A normal-sized manticore resembles a small house.

another.
Mom!
It was so wicked.

Thinking about his past experience, no matter whether it is a fire dragon, a giant three-headed dog or an acromantula, none of them are much safer than a fried-tailed snail.

In Hagrid's eyes, they were all cute little despicables!
Moreover, the Department of Magical Beast Protection of the Ministry of Magic clearly has a law prohibiting the breeding of such new magical creatures, the "Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments" law. (For the first time, Owen chose to side with the Ministry of Magic.)
And the manticore is not a magical creature native to Britain.

It was a magical creature with the head of a man, the body of a lion, and the tail of a scorpion.A monster with a red sphinx body, human face, human ears and blue eyes.

The upper and lower jaws each have three rows of sharp teeth, and the tail end has a deadly stinger like a scorpion. These stingers can be shot in any direction.

Originating in Greece, it is very rare and extremely dangerous. It is one of the most dangerous magical animals known to date.

Its skin repels almost all known conventional defenses against the dark arts, except for dark arts, under normal circumstances, wizards are simply powerless to control this creature.

It once appeared that a wizard wanted to capture this creature, which caused it to fight back violently.

That accident eventually led to the unexpected arrival of the Manticore in Muggle towns.

A total of 3 people were brutally killed by a manticore.

Violent, cruel, bloody.

But the manticore is an intelligent creature with a high language ability
So it's safe to say that Hagrid used force on that poor manticore.
Secondly, the wizarding country prohibits the sale of such dangerous creatures, um-hmm-"The Act on the Prohibition of Trafficking in Dangerous Magical Creatures" was also trampled by Hagrid.

"It seems that the promotion of the rule of law in the magic world has a long way to go!" Owen turned his head and said to Hermione in a vague tone.

Miss Granger rolled her eyes.

Then he took a lot of strange food from Hagrid with a cold face, and began to feed this disgusting and disgusting creature.

the following few days.

After several rounds of lessons, the little wizard gradually returned to his previous state.

Slowly everyone returned to the state of last semester.

September flies by.

The cool wind from the Scottish Highlands began to blow away the heat around the castle.

The seasonal plants in the greenhouse have taken on a faint yellowish color.

It was one night.

Hufflepuff's lights had gone out.

The only light in the common room was the stars outside the window, and only a few magical plants brought by Professor Sprout that could emit fluorescence were still swaying in the dark.

This allows a little light in the darkness, so that it is not scary.

Owen tiptoed out of the common room.

The dark castle is not invisible, in fact, there are strange fluorescent lamps and braziers everywhere for lighting.

Only at the spiral staircase did the light disappear altogether.

Because portraits sleep too.

Casting the illusion spell, Owen easily went from the basement floor to the second floor of the castle.

Probably for the convenience of students who frequently commute between the library and classrooms, there is a shortcut leading to the library on the fifth floor.

The entrance and exit are covered with a tapestry.

The Hogwarts library is the second largest library in Europe (the largest is Beauxbaton), the size of the collection of books in the library alone is amazing, there are thousands of books, several Thousands of bookshelves, hundreds of narrow passages.

No wizard can claim to know exactly what books are in the school library.

Yes, there is no need to read every book. It is impossible for a wizard to remember all the titles of the book.

Even Dumbledore.

Generally, the library closes at [-]:[-] pm.

As a librarian, Irma Pince is as strict as Professor McGonagall.

She would never compromise with any little wizard.

If you want to sneak around in the library at night, you'll have to think of something unconventional.

Ravenclaws are quite experienced in this regard.

Of course, Owen's goal is not a book.

He broke through the library door with an unlocking spell, then sneaked in, and came all the way to the restricted area before he stopped.

"Is it really here?"

In front of Owen's eyes was a clearly visible silver silk winding like a river.

It was a trace of ancient magic.

Apparently, its source is in the Restricted Section.

"It's really hard to find!"

Maybe it was too long since no one had opened the secret room about ancient magic hidden in the castle, and he couldn't see any trace of ancient magic in the castle at all.

That's right, as long as he can see it, he should have discovered it last semester.

However, Owen was not discouraged. During the first month of school, he continued to release ancient magic power.

Magic is like a river, it will follow the river that has dried up in the past to find the source he wants to see.

Sure enough, a month after he drained himself dry, the secret was finally revealed.

The Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library?

Owen looked forward.

The Restricted Section is an area at the rear of the library separated by a rope.

Books stored here usually contain material not suitable for young students, such as very powerful black magic.

Students can borrow the corresponding books here only with permission signed by the teacher.After obtaining the approval slip, the librarian will get the corresponding books for the students.

Of course, Hogwarts, you know, getting into and out of the Restricted Section is no more difficult for young wizards these days than going into the toilet.

The only difference is whether they want to enter or not.

Easily cross the rope that has been cast with powerful warning magic.

"Er—is anyone in there?"

Owen wanted to cast a confusion spell on the rope, but after careful observation, it seemed that someone had cast a spell on the rope before him.

Sure enough—after he entered the restricted area, he found the abnormality within a few steps.

In the corner of the bookshelf.

An oil lamp stood on a dusty table.

The oil lamp gave off a faint light, and there was a large pile of books next to it.

It's just that the books are only half-half in the physical sense, and they look like they've been cut with a knife.

Moreover, there is a faint smell of herbs in the air. Owen is very familiar with that smell because it is everywhere in the greenhouse.

The smell of babo tuber pus.

In addition, there was the rustling sound of writing in my ears.

"Tsk!"

Thinking with his toes, he also knew who the guy in the invisibility cloak was in the distance!

Let's rule out Granger first, because only Harry would come to the Restricted Area in the middle of the night wrapped in an invisibility cloak, holding a lot of - um - alchemy-related magic books Inner Volume: Excerpts.

hehe o(*￣︶￣*)o
It's okay, just ignore her.

Owen, who was under the Disillusionment Curse, walked straight past her.

But just for a moment when he passed by her, he blew a breath of air-conditioning and turned off the light.

Hey.
"ah!"

Then it lost its brightness, causing the invisible mysterious person to let out a short and sharp scream.

"boom!"

It was the sound of books falling to the ground.

Then there was a cry of pain, "Ouch!"

Hmm - I guess the book fell and hit her foot.

"Hey——" Owen walked past her jokingly.

Although he couldn't see Hermione's panicked expression under the cloak, it didn't stop him from continuing to light the lamp—well—to a different color.

"Whoo~"

It seemed to be whispers from the abyss, accompanied by the sound of something being lit, the oil lamp was lit again, but this time, the light emitted was no longer orange.

This time it's a faint green.

Okay - what kind of frightened sound came from behind.

None of this is Owen's concern.

He just followed the footsteps of ancient magic briskly.

The library is very large.

After continuing to follow the river for more than ten minutes, Owen finally saw a pool of water.

In fact, it was the magic that poured into the ground there, forming a fountain on the ground.

Squatting down, he tapped the ground gently, and a hollow echo came immediately.

"Hogwarts has so many secrets!"

In the 500-year-old castle, no one can say that he knows all the secrets in the castle. The little wizard can only constantly explore and summarize, just like the Marauder's Map made by Harry's father, Sirius, and Lupine.

"The secret appears!"

Ruowei's golden light flashed from Owen's wand.

Like a radar, invading the ground.

"So it is!"

Owen stretched out his palm and touched the ground.

Then his feet seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and his whole body began to seep into the ground.

A little magic.

Simple stealth magic mastered by Aurors.

It can directly penetrate walls without magic protection, which is much more concealed than the unlocking spell to walk through the main door.

Only the Gryffindor idiots represented by Harry Potter would honestly take the right path.

Normal people - will choose to take the stairs.
"Boom!" Owen landed steadily in the underground secret room in the restricted area of ​​the library, like the little wizards in the first grade passing through the devil vine.

"Fluorescent flashes!"

The pale light brightened the surroundings.

Exceeding Owen's expectations, he thought it might just be a long and narrow corridor underneath.

But from what I've seen, it's quite big here.

It should be said that this place was originally part of the library, and stacks of bookshelves still stand in the dark hall where the edges cannot be seen.

It's just that the falling dust buried their brilliance.

It is conceivable that in the past, the library of Hogwarts must have been larger than it is now, and even divided into several floors.

It's just that something happened at this lower level that made the principal at the time hide it.

From the old books in twos and threes on the surrounding bookshelves, it can be inferred that 'this incident' is very urgent, and many books have not had time to be moved out.

Continuing to follow the guidance of ancient magic, Owen walked forward alone.

There are messy bookshelves and bookcases on both sides, and sometimes an alchemy globe is encountered.

And some portraits and stuff.

However, there is obviously no image in the painting, probably because the magic power has been lost due to years of neglect.

Portraiture also needs to be taken care of by wizards.

Unless very precious materials are used and a powerful protective spell is attached, the preservation of ordinary portraits for hundreds of years is already very powerful.

Not all paintings are without images, like some landscape paintings.

Although it has lost its magic, the paint on the canvas still retains what it once was.

For example, there is a painting of the death of a werewolf next to Owen. '

A ferocious-looking werewolf fell in a pool of blood, surrounded by a forest, and the moon in the sky was as round as a lamp.

Moving forward, there are more and more debris around.

Abandoned armor, broken lamp posts, mirror frames without glass, etc.

Owen had to step very little between those things.

"here is!"

(End of this chapter)