Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Hermione followed them out of the passage, still muttering: "Even if you don't care about yourselves, at least think about Gryffindor. You will lose all the points for Gryffindor, and then Slytherin will get the house cup again..."

"Shut up!" Ron yelled impatiently.

"Well, I have warned you again and again, and I hope you won't do anything when you take the train home tomorrow..."

Hermione's mouth suddenly fell silent.

She stared at the empty picture frame with her mouth half open. The Fat Lady had gone out to visit friends and relatives, and she was locked out of the common room.

Chapter 99 Super Senior

"…That's probably the situation." Harry spread his hands, looking helpless.

"So you just followed me here?" Ethan put his hands in his pockets and looked at Hermione, who was pouting with disgust on her face, and found it very funny.

It's obvious that he is worried about the two of them, but he pretends to be so righteous and dedicated to the public. It can only be said that he is saying one thing and thinking another.

He is totally unlike me who is so frank.

"What else? Anyway, I can't go back for the time being. Instead of waiting in the corridor, I might as well follow them." Hermione continued to be stubborn. "If the three of us are caught by Filch together, I can still say that I was trying to stop them, and maybe I can get less points deducted."

"You're dreaming!" Ron shouted, but Ethan immediately covered his mouth with his hand.

"Shh, someone's coming." Ethan turned off the fluorescent light and waved to Cassandra, "Find a place to hide first."

Five people, two adults and three children, hid behind a row of statue cabinets. Ethan stuck half of his head out to check the situation.

"Is that Malfoy?" Harry asked curiously.

"No, he's not that tall." Ethan narrowed his eyes and looked at the hunched black figure in the corridor outside the door. "...It's Filch."

"Sniff around, my dear, they might be hiding in some corner." Filch gently instructed Mrs. Norris, who meowed and made a low purring sound.

Ethan shrank back and gestured to the others to retreat. Several people nodded and followed Ethan to move quietly towards the door away from Filch's voice. Hermione's pajamas just brushed the door frame when Filch pushed open the door and walked into the trophy display room.

"There's no doubt about it. They're somewhere around here," several people heard Filch muttering in the Armoury Corridor. "They must be hiding. We need to look for them carefully."

They continued to move forward quietly along the corridor, and only after they turned a few corners and could no longer see the windows of the trophy display room or hear Filch's movements did they feel relieved, straighten up, and let out a long breath.

"Filch... why is he here?" Ron covered his chest and gasped. "And from what he said, it doesn't seem like a coincidence. He seemed to have known we would be here for a long time?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "It was Malfoy - he tricked you into coming to the trophy room in the middle of the night, and then he turned around and complained to Filch. He didn't intend to have a wizard duel with you, he just wanted you to be caught and expelled, and by the way, he deducted some points from Gryffindor."

"Stop talking. I feel like a clown being fooled by Malfoy." Harry made a bitter face, and his whole spirit collapsed.

"You can't say that." Ethan patted Harry's shoulder. "Every failure makes you wiser. At least after this incident, you don't need to be moral when you fight Malfoy next time. You won't feel bad if you use some shady tricks."

"Sorry to interrupt, what are you talking about?" Cassandra frowned and finally couldn't help but ask.

Harry organized his words: "Probably..."

After she finished speaking, Cassandra's face darkened visibly.

"Draco Malfoy..." Cassandra gritted her teeth, nodded her head, and said fiercely, "Okay, very good, you're playing that game, right? See how I teach this little tyke a lesson when I get back."

If Malfoy had only used some dirty tricks in the duel, she might not have thought there was anything wrong with it, and might even have applauded his tactics. But today, it was pure framing, which could be said to have touched Cassandra's moral bottom line.

"'Little bastard'?" Ethan was a little curious, "Are you familiar with Malfoy? What's your relationship?"

"Oh, not very familiar, the relationship is still a bit distant." Cassandra showed a meaningful sneer, "But if you count by seniority, I can be considered Draco's aunt."

"I see." Ethan thought thoughtfully.

In order to maintain the purity of their bloodline, most pure-blood families would only choose to marry members of other pure-blood families, which inevitably led to more or less kinship between different families.

This is obviously the case with the Wallys, to which Cassandra belongs, and the Malfoys, to which Draco belongs, where people from the two families have intermarried, leading to these strange generational relationships.

Goodbye, Master Malfoy. I won’t see you off.

"But where are we?" Ron looked around curiously. "It feels like a place I've never been to before."

"This is..." Cassandra was about to explain when she heard a loud crackling sound and something rushed out from the other side of the corridor.

It was Peeves, who was floating in the air holding a bundle of parchment. When he saw the people in the corridor, he began to scream.

"Peeves..." Cassandra sighed helplessly, holding her forehead with her hands. It was obvious that she had no way to deal with Peeves, a troublemaker who was completely uncontrollable.

"You naughty children, wandering around here and there so late at night. Oh, oh, oh, you will be expelled." Peeves sighed and shook his head in a pretentious manner.

"As long as you don't tell anyone, no one will know, right?" Ethan tried to cheer Peeves up. "The great Peeves will keep the secret for us, right?"

"But I think we should tell Filch about this, we should," Peeves said seriously, with a sly gleam in his eyes. "It's for your own good, don't you understand?"

"But is snitching really a good thing?" Ethan continued to coax Peeves. "I believe Peeves would never do something that would damage your character, right?"

"What you said makes sense, but..." Peeves nodded to Ethan approvingly, and suddenly roared, "Students don't sleep! There are students who don't sleep, in the corridor with armor!"

"You bastard!" Ethan was about to swear when Cassandra grabbed his wrist and continued to run in the opposite direction for his life.

They ran through corridors and doors, finally stopping in a dark hallway.

"I should... get rid of them." Harry leaned against the wall, wiping the sweat from his forehead, breathing heavily.

"But the situation isn't much better." Hermione looked around, her voice trembling slightly, "Remember what Professor Dumbledore said at the Sorting Ceremony? 'Anyone who doesn't want to die miserably, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.'"

Ron pointed to the ground under his feet and asked tremblingly: "Here... is it?"

Hermione nodded grimacely.

"It's okay, let's just leave." Cassandra said, and was about to walk out of another exit in the corridor.

A slender shadow shone into the corridor from the exit along the light outside, and as the shadow moved, a dark gray cat slowly emerged.

It's Mrs. Norris.

Chapter 100 Triple Happiness

Mrs. Norris stood elegantly at the entrance of the corridor, tilting her head and carefully looking at Cassandra in front of her.

Cassandra swallowed and slowly moved back to Ethan's side.

Mrs. Loris's eyes fixed on several people as Cassandra moved. She licked the fur on her paws slowly and then let out a shrill scream.

"Meow!"

"Run!"

The group quickly turned around and fled for their lives in the opposite direction of Mrs. Norris, all the way to the end of the corridor. Mrs. Norris was still standing at the entrance, watching their fleeing backs.

"There's a door over there, let's hide behind it!"

Harry shouted, pointing to a small wooden door in the corner of the corridor.

Ron, who was in the lead, turned the corner and slammed into the door - it was locked.

"It's over!" Ron whimpered, pulling desperately at the door. "We're finished! We're going to die!"

They heard hurried footsteps; Filch was coming towards them, following Mrs Norris's voice.

"No problem." Ethan squeezed to the door, pulled out his wand and knocked on the door. "Open the door."

The lock clicked, and Ron opened the door. They rushed in, quickly turned around and closed the door, putting their ears to it, listening to the movement outside the door.

"Are they here, dear?" Filch came rushing over with a lantern. He walked around the corridor for a long time, and Ethan could even hear his footsteps passing by the door several times.

"It doesn't look like it's here." Filch returned to the entrance and picked up Mrs. Norris. "Let's look somewhere else."

"Is he gone?" Harry asked anxiously, his ear still pressed to the door.

"Sounds like that," Ron said, moving away from the door. "He probably thought it was still locked."

"Then do you know why this door is locked?" Ethan folded his hands across his chest and looked around with a stiff smile on his face.

"Why?" Ron followed Ethan's gaze and looked behind the door.

Behind the door they just opened was a room about ten meters square and five meters high. There was no light in it, and it was extremely dark. In the middle of the room was a black unidentified object as tall as a hill, which almost blended into the dim room.

Ron squinted his eyes and looked hard at the unidentified object.

It was a huge black dog that looked like a monster. At this moment, its three heads were resting on its front paws side by side and it was sleeping soundly. Snoring sounds of different tones came out of its three mouths.

If it hadn't been crouching down to sleep, its huge body would have reached the ceiling.

"This is--"

Ethan quickly covered Ron's mouth to prevent him from making a sound of fear and waking up the three-headed dog. He then pulled him back to the door.

"Let's get out quickly." Ethan exaggeratedly mouthed the words to the others, pointing to the wooden door through which they had come in.

Several people nodded, and Cassandra, who was standing at the back, turned around, put her hand on the door handle, and pulled it gently.

The wooden door was shaking slightly, but there was no sign of it opening. It seemed that the latch of this door would lock automatically.

At this moment, the sleeping three-headed dog also moved. Its nose twitched slightly, and its body quickly stood up, with its six eyes half drooping as it looked at the uninvited guests in front of it.

The only reason why it hadn't attacked yet was that it had just woken up and hadn't fully come back to its senses yet, but the low snoring sound coming from its mouth was obvious.

"Ethan...it...it's awake." Ron shivered and pulled Ethan's robe hard.

"It's okay, just close your eyes." Ethan ordered calmly, extending his wand towards the sleepy three-headed dog.

"Lumos Solem Maxima."

The dim basement suddenly became brighter than Hiroshima, Japan on August 1945, 8.

As we all know, the eyes will feel extremely intense stinging pain when exposed to strong light. In severe cases, it may even cause corneal damage and irreversible damage to vision.

What if six eyes are photographed at the same time?

And this is assuming that your eyes have adapted to the darkness.

The answer was obvious. The big dog lay down again, rubbing its three heads against each other and making harsh whimpering sounds from its mouth.

It must have looked comfortable.

"What are you waiting for? Run!" Ethan remained in a combat posture, pointing his wand at the howling three-headed dog, shouting without looking back.

Cassandra opened her eyes, drew her wand, and ignited the bolt with all her might, shouting.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

The latch clicked open and Cassandra pushed the door open, allowing the children to return to the corridor.

During this time, Ethan kept pointing his wand at the three-headed dog and slowly retreating, ready to fire another flash bomb at any time. When he retreated to the door, he suddenly took two steps back to the outside and slammed the wooden door shut.

The three-headed dog had recovered from the bright light and let out a deafening roar as it rushed towards the door. Its leftmost head immediately knocked the door open, and it kept roaring at the people in the corridor.

"Go back!" Ethan came to the door and pushed it back to its original position with all his strength. He pressed the door with both hands and shouted to Cassandra, "Cassandra, close the door!"

"Okay!" Cassandra came to Ethan and tapped the door with her wand.

"Quickly imprison him."

The door was bolted, and the roar of the three-headed dog came through the door, sounding particularly dull. At the same time, the head in the doorway continued to hit the door, but to no avail. It seemed that when this door was designed, the destructive power of the giant beast inside must have been taken into consideration.

“That was a close call.” Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, took his hands off the door, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to Cassandra, “Thanks, Cassandra, I’m glad you helped me.”

"It's okay, I just..." Cassandra covered her chest and panted slightly. Suddenly she came to her senses, took two steps back and pointed at Ethan and said, "Don't think that our relationship will get better after this incident! It's just that we happen to have common interests today. I won't be so easily ordered around by you when we meet next time!"

"Yes, yes, Miss Cassandra." Ethan nodded with a suppressed smile, "I know myself well."

"Hmph, I'm glad to know." Cassandra raised her head slightly and looked down at Ethan, returning to her arrogant look as a young lady.

Beside them, the three Gryffindor point-deducting giants looked confused and kept exchanging glances.

Are they... flirting?

Chapter 101 Malfoy in Danger

"I send you?"

Outside the corridor on the fourth floor, Ethan asked Cassandra again.

"No need." Cassandra glanced at Harry and the others who looked well-behaved and said, "You can go back with these freshmen. I know the way."

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Ethan's response, Cassandra turned around, walked down a staircase that happened to be moving, and went straight to the dungeon downstairs.

Ethan shrugged and turned back to look at Harry and the other two: "Shall we go back?"

The three of them nodded hurriedly. Their experience outside tonight was exciting enough, and now they couldn't wait to return to the soft bed and have a good rest.

The four of them returned to the portrait of the Fat Lady at the door of the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady had returned to the frame and looked at their sweaty faces and asked:

"Where have you been?"

"A secret." Ethan stuck out his tongue and said cutely, "Pig nose."

"Please come in."