I'm Really an Alchemist

"I finally found you!" Filch quickly chased after that figure.

The figure in front also quickened his pace and even started to run.

"Don't try to run away!" Filch growled, "There's a dead end ahead, you can't escape!"

Sure enough, at the end of the corridor was a tall wall, and at the corner was an abandoned bathroom.

Filch slowed down, he could hear the figure ducking into the bathroom.

"I will not let you go, I will notify Professor Dumbledore and Professor Severus, I will let you leave Hogwarts!"

Filch lifted the lamp and stepped into the bathroom.

In the cobweb-covered, long-abandoned bathroom, the student in Slytherin robes stood in front of the dusty mirror with his back turned to him.

"Okay, I got caught by you."

The student turned and threw up his hands in surrender to Filch.

Filch stared at the student's face with his eyes wide open. He took a step back slowly and said in a trembling voice, "You... who are you?"

The student said strangely: "Mr. Administrator, I am a Slytherin student!"

"You, you don't want to lie to me!" The administrator was trembling with fear: "I remember the face and name of every student in the college. There is no such thing as you in Slytherin. What kind of monster are you!"

The student froze for a moment.

He turned his head, looked at his own face, and shrugged.

"I have recorded too many faces, and occasionally mistakes will happen."

In the administrator's wide-eyed, frightened expression, the face of the Slytherin student softened like plasticine, and then a new face emerged, which was the student he knew.

Slytherin student, Malcolm Bardock.

"Merlin's beard..." Filch screamed, threw down the lampshade, and fled frantically.

Then he heard the incantation.

"Passed out!"

puff.

The impact of magic power threw this aging squib up, and when it fell back to the ground, he had already passed out with horror on his face.

The black wizard Dubois walked over slowly, and frivolously raised the unconscious Squib administrator with the hands of a mage.

During the week he hid in Hogwarts, he collected the hair of many people and recorded the appearance of nearly thirty students in four colleges. He hid in the Room of Requirement to do research during the day, and explored Hogwarts at night. .

The castle is quite large, and there are many secret passages and secret rooms to explore.

Taking advantage of the changing appearance, Dubois even walked around the common rooms of the four colleges, and often went to the kitchen to cheat for food and drink in the appearance of a Hufflepuff student.

It can be said to be very chic.

The main body and Dumbledore are studying arcane arts, while the avatar is exploring Hogwarts for research, which is obviously a double happiness.

Why, Mr. Administrator, are you trying to get on with me?

"I can't get into Dumbledore's office, and I have to play hide and seek with you?"

The black wizard shook his head disdainfully.

He stretched out his hand slightly, and the unconscious Filch levitated and followed him closely.

The dark wizard walked to the side of the corridor, looked up at the crescent moon in the night, took out his wand and tapped it on the wall, and suddenly the wall flowed, creating a portal, and he jumped down from the portal with Filch in hand .

The next morning.

The Hogwarts students woke up from their sleep. On the way to the classroom with their books in their arms, they heard bursts of laughter.

"Hey, Mr. Administrator, isn't the scenery up there nice?"

The Weasley twins shouted out loud.

A melon-eating crowd gathered on the lawn.

On the pointed roof, Filch was crying and sticking to the wall, making a shrill wailing sound.

The administrator's attack finally caught the attention of the professors, but they rescued a delirious Filch, a Squib who had no memory of what happened last night.

All he remembers is chasing after a student who was wandering around in the middle of the night.

After that, I don't know at all.

"It's not the Forgetting Curse, but a shock-style amnesia."

Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, judged sympathetically: "If it's the Forgetting Curse, I can cast the counter-curse to retrieve the memory, but in this state of amnesia, I can only brew some tranquilizing medicine for him, hoping that when he recovers, What can you remember?"

"Couldn't there be no prank students?"

said Mrs. Pince, the librarian, bitterly.

But he just shook his head helplessly.

Sitting sadly in front of the hospital bed, she grabbed Filch's palm.

Seeing this situation, the other professors felt uncomfortable, and Professor McGonagall comforted Mrs. Pince: "We will find the prank student and punish him!"

The professors asked Filch to rest and resume work after recovering.

They discussed it, each went to the prefect of the college, severely expressed the bad nature of this behavior, and demanded that those who did such things must stand up and accept punishment.

The prefect relayed the professor's anger.

But no one took the initiative to admit their mistakes.

The fact that there are no students at Hogwarts is getting more and more widespread, and even the professors have heard of it, but they don't believe such nonsense rumors.

The professors only believed that some students were playing a prank.

But Ron and Harry panicked.

"Is it really something that the black wizard Dubois made in school?"

Harry finally got rid of Gilderoy Lockhart's enthusiastic teaching, and got rid of the followers of his little fanboy Colin. When he finally found Ron, this friend was horrified by the recent events.

Harry sighed slightly.

"Well, I also think that the professors need to be notified about this matter."

But Ron, who always advocated notifying the professor, had other ideas. He said: "We can't tell the professor now, what if the professors don't catch the black wizard Dubois, but suspect that we killed Filch?" ?”

Harry said helplessly, "Then what do you want?"

"We have to catch this mastermind first, and then report to the professors. Only then will we not be suspected, and we will even be rewarded by the professors."

"How do you plan to catch him?" Harry shrugged. "Don't tell me, you plan to walk in the silent castle in the middle of the night like Filch. I can encourage you, but I won't participate."

"of course not!"

Ron seemed to have a great idea.

"Listen to me, Harry, George and Fred have a very useful magic item in their hands. They used to show it off to me. It's called the Marauder's Map. We can borrow it and use it to find the person behind the scenes!"

py: "I only push Joan of Arc in this life! "

Joan of Arc which three good?

Kind, ignorant, easy to push down.

Whether it's black chastity, white chastity, young chastity, blue chastity, red chastity or Joan of Arc, it's all mine!

What?You said there is no red virgin and blue virgin?

If the face is the same, it's over.

Chapter 394 Chapter 36 Hello, Voldemort

Ron and Harry found the Weasley twins.

Both George and Fred were delighted that Harry, a celebrity, wanted to borrow the Marauder's Map.

They seem to have seen like-minded juniors grow up.

"Of course!" George took out a taupe, blank parchment, and pulled a few people to hide in the corner. He laughed and said, "We have done a lot of interesting things with this map!"

Fred added: "At first we stole it from Mr. Filch's office. The map recorded all the secret passages of Hogwarts. George and I often sneaked out in the middle of the night to play tricks on Mr. Filch."

"Aren't you the students who don't exist in Hogwarts?" Ron doubted his own brother.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The faces of the Weasley twins changed, and they stared at Ron who was outspoken. This blame can't be on the head.

Ron also wanted to understand that no matter how nasty the twins were, they wouldn't go too far.

The Weasley twins gave Harry the map and taught him how to open it.

Only spell commands can make the map visible.

Harry held the parchment and looked at the weird names displayed on the map—Moonface, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, and he felt a warm feeling in his heart, as if this map belonged to him in the first place. the same.

Harry suppressed the inexplicable thought.

By midnight.

Harry picked up the glasses from the cabinet, and quietly climbed down from the bed. He came to Ron's bedside. This friend was hugging the quilt, smacking his mouth, making a silly laugh, and he didn't know what dream he was having.

Harry turned his head to look at the night moonlight through the window.

He was so angry that his nose was crooked.

Let me wake up in the middle of the night, but you yourself sleep like a dead pig! ?

Harry grabbed Ron's quilt and threw it off. The red-haired boy let out a short scream, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw his friend standing by the bed...It took him a long time before he remembered Own task, quickly tossing his hair to wake up.

"Be quiet!"

Harry warned in a low voice, then turned around and took out the invisibility cloak from the cabinet, and put it on for himself. In the dark dormitory, there was only one person's head floating around, which was particularly frightening.