Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Chapter 375: Respond to Requests

Snape remembered clearly that he still had the Disillusionment Curse on him.

At this time, pretending to be air is the first, most appropriate, and appropriate choice for normal people and idiots who are not so stupid.

"Stop pretending." Harry raised his wand. "I can smell your hair oil from Gryffindor Tower."

Snape's face fell.

This was not a planned line.

Shouldn't it smell like magic potion?

"The curse stops." Harry whispered, reciting the spell.

Snape held down the wand under his robes, and the magic in his body surged, resisting Harry's spell.

As if the ice was disintegrating, the magic power of the Illusion Body Curse was being clear bit by bit.

The eraser smeared on the paper, smearing out Snape's figure.

There were ripples in his heart, as if the ice had collapsed.

Three years ago, that summer, he didn't have such huge magic power. But now, his magic power has exceeded his own, and Snape is in a daze. In the blink of an eye, really just a blink of an eye, Potter is already sixteen years old, and he will become an adult in half a year - the adulthood of wizards is in 17 years old.

In terms of magic power, the magic power in the body of a 17-year-old wizard will be completely stable.

Mentally speaking, this age is just right. After passing through the immaturity of adolescence, one begins to have a self-conscious and clear understanding of the world.

There are only two years left before Lily gets married.

He fell into a trance.

The phantom body curse was completely broken.

"Professor Snape." Harry hid his doubts and asked in a cold tone.

Snape's magic shouldn't have been broken by him so quickly.

"Potter, I remember it's curfew now." Snape's face turned ugly. "The restless Gryffindors started going out at night again. Potter was deducted ten points for violating school rules."

"Before the professor deducts points from me, I want to know why the professor is here?" Harry stared at him without changing his tone, "I remember the seventh floor, the eighth floor, and the Gryffindor Tower. Currently, except for the Gryffindor Tower, No one else is allowed to enter except the students of Findor and Professor McGonagall."

"Professor Snape, you shouldn't be here."

Snape said nothing.

Harry poked his head and looked behind him: "And, what's going on with this door?"

Snape took a deep breath and said softly: "I heard a rumor from the Slytherin students that there is a hidden room on the eighth floor, so come and take a look."

"Really? But why not just tell Professor Dumbledore." Harry looked at him calmly and took a few steps forward.

Snape narrowed his eyes: "I have to confirm whether it is true news."

"After all, Slytherins don't often appear in Gryffindor Tower."

Harry continued to look past him and looked at the doorknob on the wall. It had not been touched for a long time, and even because the thoughts in Snape's heart faded, it also faded little by little: "Then it is now confirmed to be true. "

"Professor, you don't have to be so sneaky."

Snape said nothing.

"How do you open this door? How many times do you have to walk back and forth in front of it?" When the door on the wall finally disappeared, Harry stepped forward, touched the smooth wall, and murmured to himself, "I'm afraid not. Although this is eight building, but it is close to the tower, and many people pass by it every day. If it were just such a simple trigger condition, it would have been discovered long ago."

"Spell?"

"No, Professor Snape didn't speak just now."

It was clear that Snape was nearby, but Harry made no move to ask him for help.

"Let me think."

"The mind is magic."

Harry tried to move around, a thought in his mind.

A door slowly protruded from the wall.

"That's true." Harry whispered, turning his head and looking at Snape, "Professor, please go and notify Professor Dumbledore."

Snape nodded: "I understand."

He looked back at the door deeply, turned and left.

Harry waved his wand.

Kunen shield, armor protection, illusion spell, and finally summoning the patron saint, a big one, to completely protect himself.

Take all safety measures.

He stretched out his hand, turned the doorknob, opened the door with a click, and walked in.

"I need a place to hide my stuff."

With this thought in mind, Harry accepted his request and opened a door in the wall.

He didn't think about it.

"Open to me the room where Barty Crouch Jr. hides his things." Or "the room where Barty Crouch Jr. often goes." After all, he and Dumbledore had erased Crouch and Hogwart. As far as Hogwarts is concerned, Crouch is a non-existent person.

Moreover, it is difficult to achieve such exquisiteness in the face of popular magic.

Regardless of whether the person who cast this spell was Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, it was definitely not Gryffindor.

Harry and the others asked Godric for advice. He didn't know much more about the castle than the first- and second-year wizards. He spent the rest of his life educating little wizards or dueling with others. .

Traceless stretching spell.

Harry smelled the magic for the first time.

The space in the room was very large, even larger than the school auditorium. The ceiling was so high that it could not be seen. It was only pitch black. The moonlight filtered in through the bay window, and Harry felt as if he had stepped into a miniature city. .

Over the millennia, it seems that many little wizards have broken into this place.

Of course, there are more house elves, who seem to be particularly fond of this place.

Harry smelled many things that were tainted with the scent of house elves, abandoned furniture, desks, boxes, and scrubbing tools. These things were piled up one layer after another, piled up into a high hill, swaying, but protected by magic. , stands tall and looks dangerous, but will never fall.

There are also many books.

Most of them were discarded textbooks, and there were even more notebooks with random scribblings.

Of course, there are also a few dead pets. The bodies of owls, toads, and toads are dried and inserted into the cracks of alleys and buildings.

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There are also some strange corpses of creatures.

Dried baby dragon corpses, five-legged monsters, horned camel beasts, and even a few goblin corpses wearing armor.

Harry looked at it with regret.

These have lost the properties of magical materials and become ordinary, unremarkable mummies.

Harry continued walking inside.

It’s hard to imagine how wonderful Hogwarts was in the past, with steel swords, giant axes, shields, a suit of armor worn by humans, and even a few ancient cannons and a half-cut train.

Harry suddenly stopped at a fork in the road.

He smelled the smell of dark magic, which existed very recently, no more than a month ago.

Without hesitation, he added protective magic to himself and strode towards that direction.

An ugly old wizard statue broke into his field of vision.

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