This Hogwarts isn't normal.

At 10 PM, the party at the Court of Owls clubroom was still going strong.

Ever since Percy graduated, every party went on until dawn, and if Snape didn't show up, it would last until sunrise.

At three in the morning, the fifth floor of the castle was still brightly lit.

Outside the castle, in the Forbidden Forest, Barty Crouch Sr. and Ludo Bagman were standing in a dimly lit clearing, waiting for something.

Gradually, the moon was enveloped by a layer of white mist, its light swallowed by the clouds, leaving only a pitch-black night sky.

When the moonlight shone on the earth again, several large figures suddenly appeared in the previously dark sky.

Near them were several wizards riding flying broomsticks.

"They're here," Bagman stepped out of the dimly lit clearing, his eyes filled with anticipation.

He watched the large figures fly closer and closer from afar, "The show is finally about to begin."

"Heh-" Barty Crouch Sr.'s cold laugh rang out.

"It better be."

He stepped out of the dimly lit clearing, his expressionless face revealing a hint of faint ferocity beneath the coldness.

Bagman glanced at him, "Don't worry, we've done everything we need to do, there won't be any accidents."

Barty Crouch Sr. said nothing, just quietly watching the large figures in the sky that seemed to be asleep.

The wizards on broomsticks wore crimson robes, each of them tightly gripping a black chain.

As they got closer, it could be seen that their chains were used to bind those large figures that seemed to be asleep.

Soon, they slowly landed in front of Barty Crouch Sr. and Bagman.

The leading young red-haired wizard landed and checked the condition of the large creatures, then quickly walked towards the two men.

"Report! Minister Crouch, Minister Bagman, the transportation mission is complete. Our accompanying dragon keepers will take care of them 24 hours a day to ensure they remain controllable until their first task begins."

"Good work," Bagman looked at the dragon keepers who were untying the chains, smiling as he lightly patted the red-haired young man's solid shoulder, "Charlie, you must be tired after working all night? Do you want to rest first?"

"No, thanks," Charlie shook his head, "We gave them sleeping potions before we set off. The effects shouldn't last too long, we need to settle them as soon as possible."

Bagman's furrowed brows quickly relaxed, "Alright then, if you want to go home and visit, just let me know."

With that, he turned to look at Barty Crouch Sr., who was standing beside him with a blank expression, staring straight at the sleeping creatures.

"Barty, it's getting late, let's leave this to the dragon keepers for now, we can come back tomorrow."

Barty Crouch Sr. withdrew his gaze, "Okay."

The red-haired young man named Charlie skillfully took out a potion from his robe pocket after the two left.

Once all the chains were untied from the large creatures, he walked to one of the black ones, and together with a dragon keeper, pried open its mouth full of sharp teeth, then carefully poured the potion in.

After the other three creatures had successfully drunk the sleeping potion, the dragon keepers breathed a sigh of relief.

Charlie did too, but he quickly became nervous again, "Everyone, pay attention, the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts is home to many magical creatures. There wasn't a basilisk here when I graduated, make sure they don't wander in."

This clearing was very far from Grawp's den, but it was very close to the Acromantula's nest.

A younger dragon keeper patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, Charlie, we won't let any creatures near here."

"Don't talk big," an older dragon keeper slapped him on his solid back, "Aren't you the most afraid of spiders? I heard there are more Acromantulas here than owls, don't get weak in the knees from fear."

"Re...really?"

The older dragon keeper nodded towards Charlie, "Charlie is a graduate here, why don't you ask him and see."

The younger dragon keeper swallowed his saliva after seeing Charlie nod, "N...no way...aren't Acromantulas an endangered species? How...how could there be more than owls..."

The dragon keepers couldn't help but laugh at his frightened appearance.

Such a tall and sturdy young man, who would have thought he would be so afraid of spiders.

"Don't laugh...everyone is afraid of something...I...I actually...actually can't stand those insects covered in legs..."

Hearing this stuttering rebuttal, Charlie subconsciously turned his head to look at the castle.

Some windows on the fifth floor were still lit, probably the club that was founded after he graduated was having a party.

"Just admit you're scared, kid."

"What scared...I'm not scared..."

Charlie smiled, thinking of his younger brother who was also afraid of spiders.

That's right, he was Bill Weasley, the second oldest in the Weasley family, working at a dragon reserve in Romania.

Compared to two years ago, his skin was darker and his body was more solid.

And the creatures he was transporting this time were none other than four ferocious and mighty dragons.

Although they were all asleep after drinking sleeping potions, they were, after all, genuine dragons. If they accidentally lost control and went berserk, their dragon scales, which had anti-magic properties, would be troublesome enough.

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5th floor of the castle,

Vincent and his friends were cleaning up the messy clubroom.

Snape was such a spoilsport. Tomorrow was Sunday, no classes, and they had cast soundproofing charms, so it wouldn't affect others' rest. What was wrong with partying all night?

George pointed his wand at a round table covered in grease and bone fragments.

He waved his wand, cleaning the table while confidently saying, "That old bat is definitely going through menopause!"

"Exactly!" Fred, standing behind him, widened his eyes, "He doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, and he especially likes to make trouble for us. In my opinion, the old bat's menopause has probably progressed to the late stage, there's no cure for it."

Hermione, who was cleaning the walls, turned her head to look at them with a dark line on her face, "Please, menopause isn't a terminal illness, it's a series of mental and psychological symptoms caused by the decline of physiological functions."

Snape was only in his early thirties, of course he hadn't reached the age of menopause.

George pursed his lips, "Then he has an endocrine disorder. The bat cave is dark and damp, it's not a place for people to stay. Only a psychological freak like him would live there all the time."

"Pfft-" Cho was amused.

Hermione was speechless, turning her head to continue cleaning the wall.

Besides George's explanation, there really was no other reason to explain why Snape was always targeting them.

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