Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 187 The Magician in the Moonlight

Time goes back to the weekend of the first week of June.

At that time, Quirrell was still grading homework in order to pretend to be normal; Dumbledore was preparing to "leave" next Wednesday.

At this time, a ray of moonlight floated from the void in the small room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor. The three-headed dog Lu Wei narrowed his eyes, feeling as if he had returned to the time when he was young and was taken care of by Hagrid.

That’s not right! There are no windows in this room!
As a cherished pet used by Greek wizards as housekeepers, Lu Wei's wisdom is not as silly as it seems.

Just as it was trying to sniff out whether there was an invisible thief around, a cold voice sounded, and it lost consciousness.

Along with the moonlight appeared a young man wearing a white dress, wearing a monocular eye, and holding a staff of civilization. It's like he was born with that moonlight and has been standing here since eternity.

If any time traveler saw this scene, they would definitely be able to exclaim - Kaitou Kidd!

From the appearance, he should be from Asia, with black hair and skin as bright as jade, and with his appearance, the entire cabin seemed to be filled with moonlight.

With an enigmatic smile, this young man used his white-gloved right hand to strike straight down to the ground with his civilized stick.

The three-headed dog Lu Wei, who fainted on the spot, floated up out of thin air - and then the trap door under the three-headed dog opened automatically, revealing a dark passage with no ladder.

He is like a magician performing on stage, no, if people in the 21st century are watching, it is more like he is conducting a live broadcast.

"Shh, I won't introduce myself first." He bowed slightly and "walked" down the passage with his feet in white leather shoes, but there were obviously no stairs.

He walked slowly, and as he descended, the originally dark underground room revealed his true appearance - a room with vines climbing on the floor and walls.

It was illuminated by the accompanying moonlight at this moment, and all the vines shrank into the corner like a group of moving snakes.

"Oh, is this the devil's net? I've never seen it on the moon."

"But it's so gentle."

"Any wizard can create light in a dark environment. The devil's net that is afraid of sunlight cannot harm any wizard at all - it even acts as a cushion." He muttered to himself as he walked down the invisible stairs. The devil in the corner A section of vines from the net automatically broke and fell off, then flew towards the right hand of the young man who was already standing at the bottom of the room.

"As an excellent magician, don't forget to restore the place where the crime was committed." He looked at it, and then he threw it on the ground and followed him to the next room. The broken vine crawled back to its original place like a small snake. It seems as if it has never been broken or left.

If Professor Sprout, who deployed this defense line, saw it, he would definitely be surprised - the devil's net will not heal automatically.

The only access to this room, apart from the trapdoor that was now just a patch of light, was a stone corridor.

"Oh, it seems that the final destination is to go down." The mysterious young man took steps and walked down. "It is indeed Britain, damp and cold."

This corridor is a downward slope, and the air here is very humid, and water droplets slowly drip down the walls of the corridor.

After a while, the mysterious young man left the first room, the trap door above closed automatically, the devil's net stretched out his body again, and the three-headed dog also woke up, but he didn't remember anything.

Under some mysterious magic, everything was restored to its original state.

Even if Dumbledore came to check in person, he would not find any trace of intrusion.

At the end of the corridor, there is a brightly lit room with a high vaulted ceiling.

Countless little birds, as dazzling as gems, fluttered their wings and flew around the room.

There was a heavy wooden door across the room. In this room, soft rustling and tinkling sounds continued to sound like a rhythmic music.

"An interesting 'bird', with a childlike mind and full of imagination." The young man touched his chin and commented on the founder of the defense line.

He didn't look at the broomstick prepared by the owner of this line of defense for the intruders, nor did he use his mysterious magic power.

"One of the prerequisites for a magician is superb skills that are difficult to see with the naked eye." He fastened the stick of civilization on the left side of his waist, bent over slightly, and placed his right hand on the top of the stick.

Then, a silver "giant net" was born from the cane on the young man's right hand!

Instead of trapping the keys that look like little birds, it cuts all the keys it touches into two pieces like a laser net.

This is the mark of a sharp blade wielding!
It turned out that the civilized staff in the young man's hand had turned into a sharp blade with a very thin blade, and the original body of the civilized staff served as a scabbard.

In that second, he actually stood on the spot and swung it hundreds of times. Invisible sharp power also surged out from the blade. After separating the key, it just disappeared when it was about to hit the wall. .

He stood there and re-inserted the sharp blade as bright as the moonlight into the staff on the left side. He stretched out his right hand again. The only key that was not split into two and only lost its wings happened to fall on it. On his outstretched right hand.

"Finally moved my muscles." He walked to the heavy wooden door and headed to the next room.

Similarly, after he left, under his magic, everything returned to the way no one had intruded.

The next room was dark and nothing could be seen.

After he stepped in, the room was suddenly brightly lit, and a huge chessboard appeared in front of the young man.

In front of it are black chess pieces, about 2 meters high, which seem to be carved out of black stone or something like that.

At the other end of the room, facing him, were some white chess pieces with no facial features.

"Interesting, you think the intruder is black, and you are white, the righteous party. You don't even have a face, and you still want to intimidate the intruder?" The young man raised his brows in displeasure and drew out his wand for the first time.

It can't be said that he pulled it out. This civilized wand was his magic wand, and it returned to its original 7-inch appearance.

"Vera Verto! (Latin: I convert, I exchange.)" the young man waved his magic wand and chanted. The colors of the chess piece in front of him and the chess piece opposite him changed to white and black respectively.

"That's good." The young man smiled.

"Sometimes if you pay too much attention to rules, you will be restricted by others."

"The second prerequisite for a magician is to learn to ignore the rules." The young man turned his head and seemed to be saying to someone.

Then, his body turned into moonlight again, and when he reappeared, it was already the entrance to the next room.

He seemed to have foreseen something and stopped for a moment at the entrance, "Destroy!"

The giant monster in the room who was tilting his head to see if there was anyone outside the door and the unpleasant stench all turned into nothingness at the sound of the sound.

"The third prerequisite for a magician is strength."

Then, he walked happily into the next room.

(End of this chapter)