Chapter 1151 Principal's Office
After Snape paused for a few seconds, a cold and unwavering voice sounded: "Mirror."
The stone beast jumped to the side, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing the spiral staircase from the third floor to the principal's office on the eighth floor.
This change in the principal's office is a new challenge for professors who want to find Allen to report, but such a topic is very difficult for Professor McGonagall who was almost sent to Ravenclaw and Fry of Ravenclaw. Professor Wei is not difficult, and it is not a big problem for the mixed-race Potions professor with logical thinking before the stone statue. over the challenge.
Only Hufflepuff's dean, Professor Sprout, was shunned a few times in shame. She wasn't stupid, but she hadn't been interested in this kind of puzzle game for a long time and had no experience in dealing with it.
Of course, this change also allows ordinary students to go to the headmaster's office. As long as the student is smart enough to answer the puzzle of the stone statue, he can get a kind of search in the headmaster's office similar to Flitwick, head of Ravenclaw. point, but what Allen handed to the students was not a small dancing cake, but an unlimited cup of Goldigan tea-this is not pleasant and makes people unable to stay for too long in order to escape its smell, but with Compared with Dumbledore's time, ordinary students have the opportunity to enter the principal's office. You must know that even the mischievous Weasley twins never seemed to enter, except for Dumbledore's resident guest Harry Potter. Past this principal's office.
At the end of the spiral staircase that Snape finally climbed step by step, in front of him was a shiny oak door. The original brass door knocker in the shape of a griffin was replaced by a bronze knocker similar to the Ravenclaw eagle door knocker. Make the three-eyed raven door knocker.
After Snape knocked on the door three times, Raven's eyes opened and began to focus on the Head Slytherin, and the door opened automatically.
The new principal's office was remodeled after the door during the summer vacation. It is basically a spacious and beautiful circular room, but it was filled with all kinds of funny little voices before, and it has become some pleasant and ethereal voices that come from nowhere. .
The walls are covered with portraits of former male and female old principals. Whether these portraits of witches and witches are pretending to sleep and squinting their eyes or blatantly widening their eyes, as long as they stay in their own frame and do not visit the door, they will all look in at this time. Snape, but no one seemed willing to speak first on this lazy afternoon.
Gone were the queer silverware that once sat on the slender-legged table, whirling and belching puffs of smoke. Instead, there were glass tanks of dark green liquid, which stood side by side with each other. There are passages connected; many white things are floating slowly and leisurely in it, appearing and disappearing.
The little wizards who like to take risks and experience new things with their senses and can enter the principal's office have learned to stay away from what these crazy girls call Akawei maggots.
Because when those white-looking things come out of the liquid in the tank, people can't help but see their brains like sticky cauliflower, and the thought tentacles of these things will immediately wrap around the nearest person— —Being entangled by them will bring illusions and pain to the victim, as well as leave deep wounds, and if you are unlucky, some black things will start to flow from the mouth.
As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Alan found that he could not stop batch after batch of students from approaching, so he simply placed a large number of spares on the huge table with raven claw-shaped legs in the house. Dr. Unfavorable forgets the symptomatic demon of ointment. ——They were prepared by Snape, the potions professor at Hogwarts.
In this quiet office, Snape didn't see Alan Harris, and his eyes fell on the principal's office. It wasn't that he saw him concocting a single ointment, but a pale The abnormal hand stood quietly on the tray with a dark blue flannelette backing, as if feeling Voldemort's approach, the long and slender hand like a spider's leg nimbly turned around and let his wrist stand on the ground. , then stretched out his index finger and ticked in Snape's direction.
As it moves, the dark blue omniscient mark on the center of the back of the small hand shines brightly, and the omniscient eye at the top, the eye surrounded by triangles and ten thousand zhang rays of light, is designed at the intersection of the palm and fingers At the knuckles, with the movement of the little hand, the eye keeps closing and opening, just like a living thing.
At this time, the severed hand flipped and jumped up, using the middle finger and index finger to move around the table flexibly like an arthropod, it dragged a blank parchment, let itself levitate and held a raven feather Pen, dipped the pen in the inkwell, and then wrote on the blank parchment in a handwriting that was more beautiful than most Hogwarts wizards: Principal Harris is not here, and he is taking care of the sick at Lakeside Manor. Let me inform you, you can wait here if you want, or choose to notify you when he returns.
"Excuse me, please tell me to wait for him here." Snape frowned slightly, pulled out a chair, and sat down. His eyes swept across his arm covered by his magic robe calmly. Covered by the camouflage ointment made by himself, there was actually a fast mark, but because of his identity as a spy, he rarely used it to contact Allen directly to avoid Inadvertently discovered by the Dark Lord or other Death Eaters.
But then, Snape was familiar with his first master, and recognized from the iconic spider fingers that the severed hand of this undead creature should be the severed hand of the Dark Lord who was chopped off by Allen before. , He realized that it was probably through this part of the Dark Lord's body that Alan could accurately predict the location of the Dark Lord. This also shows that Alan's act of cutting off the Dark Lord's palm was calculated— ——Snape felt a little pity in his heart. He thought that Allen didn't know that the Dark Lord had found the hand of Vecna, and felt that this kind of calculation actually strengthened the Dark Lord's strength.
The little hand bounced back to its original position and returned to its original shape, as if he had never moved.
The office is quiet, everything is motionless, the afternoon sun shines in, making people drowsy, only the occasional snoring or sniffing of a sleeping portrait can break the tranquility here .
The space occupied by the afternoon sunlight in the room gradually shrunk, and Snape in the shadows would have blinked if it wasn't for his eyes, it looked like he had become a sculpture.
"Little hand... go and open the door, my useless stupid great-great-grandson, blocked by riddles." Phineas Nigellus urged the little hand repeatedly in his own portrait, and at the same time he used his sly He squinted at Snape. It's boring. The fingers of the little hand held in its own nest stood up, jumped off the table, twisted the middle finger and index finger, walked towards the door, slid down the handrail on the spiral staircase, and soon disappeared from Snape's sight. disappeared.
Soon, the sound of Sirius cursing and swearing came from outside: "What the hell is this severed hand? And what kind of ghost questions are these? What is the sound, the soundless, the soundless... What's the use of answering these... McGonagall The professor is messing with me..."
Facing Sirius who opened the door, he accidentally saw Snape on the chair, and his expression became impatient: "Snotlite, what are you doing here? Want to eavesdrop again?"
"An idiot who can't even answer basic riddles is not qualified to ask me." Snape's usual sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I'm the professor here, what are you doing here at a time when you're an outsider?"
"Snape, you can only brag about answering riddles..." Sirius pulled a chair casually, leaned back, tilted the chair up, and said loudly to the ceiling, "I have time to wash my hair Well, that lump of ooze... It's amazing that a snotty nose like you can become a professor, I thought Alan would correct this mistake when he became the new headmaster."
"Being a professor is better than being a prodigal. I know you like to be involved in everything. I think you must be very...happy..." Snape shook his head not to be outdone, "...Your director seems to have always liked black (Black) Stuff...is that why you went to the Ministry and didn't have to do anything?"
"I warn you, Snotlite," Sirius stood up, pushed away the chair, strode towards Snape, and drew out his wand, "This is Hogwarts, let me help you recall memories? "
This remark enraged Snape as well, and he drew his wand, and the two of them squared off, sweeping each other's face back and forth between the tip of the wand.
The little hand that just jumped up from the stairs recognized the situation in front of it, jumped out, quickly held the quill to write on the parchment, and let it fly between the two: "Duel, warriors, let my little hand To be a witness, follow the latest dueling method at Hogwarts, there is a magic wand that reduces the power of the spell in the cabinet, and you don’t have to worry about violating school rules by dueling at Hogwarts.”