Chapter 772 Night Tour Gathering

After lights were turned off late at night, in the Gryffindor common room.

Loren chatted with the crowd to kill time. Not long after, Hermione came out of the girls' dormitory to join him, ready to participate in this night tour. Almost all the seventh-year Gryffindor students were present, except for the two prefects, Parvati and Neville.

Parvati disguised herself as Padma and mixed into the Ravenclaw team.

Neville went to Hufflepuff to find Hannah.

The two prefects did not break the law knowingly, nor did they ignore the violation of school rules by students in the same house. They just happened to be absent and failed to stop it in time. They are conscientious and flexible in their bottom line, which is admirable.

Drilling out of the portrait hole and leaving the common room.

Loren was stunned when he saw the fat lady on the painting hanging at the hole. He watched the students disappear at the corner of the corridor, raised his head and looked at the corridor window, and then looked at the students who left in an orderly manner. He frowned and scratched his head, and doubted his life.

"It's still late at night, why did you get up to go to school?

"Did I oversleep?

"Or was it the fake wine Violet gave me?"

These mutterings to themselves caused several students behind to chuckle.

After getting out of the portrait hole, the noisy voices in the common room suddenly quieted down. A group of people lowered their voices and immersed themselves in the castle corridor in the middle of the night.

The moonlight evenly sprinkled on the corridor floor through the window, and the air was bright and clear, like the lake water in early spring, and the shadowy perch swimming in the water turned out to be groups of little wizards.

When they came to the corridor on the third floor of the castle, they met the Hufflepuff team. Justin and Ernie stood behind the hunchbacked one-eyed witch, knocking with their wands and muttering to themselves.

"【Alaho Open】"

"【Open Sesame】"

"..."

There is a secret passage under the statue base leading to Honeydukes Candy Store. During that time, in order to prevent Death Eaters and Voldemort, it was filled and sealed. I don't know if it has been reopened.

The two colleges gathered, and the team gradually grew.

Loren roughly counted the number of people. Not all Hufflepuffs were out. There were still some honest children in Badger House. Seeing that his prefect and his girlfriend were lagging behind, he pulled Hermione to slow down and came to Neville and Hannah. A group of acquaintances greeted them warmly.

Neville looked at the dense crowd in front of him, laughed twice, and said with emotion: "With so many people swimming at night at the same time, even if he ran into Mr. Filch, he couldn't catch him."

"..."

One sentence made the people around him nervous.

Loren couldn't help but look at Seamus and Dean next to him. Their eyes were wide open and their expressions were particularly firm.

If someone was really caught as an administrator, others might be able to escape. As the planners and organizers of this event, they couldn't run away. Deducting points was just a small matter. They would probably be in detention for the next few months.

Dean turned around and said calmly, "It's just detention. It's just some odd jobs like cleaning the trophy display room, scrubbing the castle bathroom, or handling potion materials for Snape. We were ready for detention before school started."

"..."

The people around him were silent.

As if he could see their thoughts, Seamus showed a deep and firm expression: "You know, my first experience of night outing was in the first year. Harry and Malfoy had a conflict and agreed to duel late at night. At first I thought it was just about Harry and Malfoy, and at most my assistant Ron, but all my roommates went. I was the only one who stayed in the dormitory stupidly that night and went to bed very early..."

Loren and Hermione recalled the scene of that year, with a glimmer of reminiscence in their eyes.

"After returning to the dormitory, they told me about the wonderful adventure that night, the mysterious books in the forbidden section of the library, the tense chase between Filch and Mrs. Norris, the three-headed dog Fluffy... How fascinating, I made up my mind at that time to have a great adventure!

"So I joined their night tour group and participated in the first night tour in my life, and then..."

"Then what happened?" Hannah asked curiously.

"..."

Seamus did not answer, but turned to look at Loren and Hermione, as well as Neville next to him.

The corners of the three people's mouths couldn't help but curl up to smile, Neville explained softly: "Then we ran into Headmaster Dumbledore. At that time, we were standing in the abandoned classroom and were too scared to speak. We thought we were going to be expelled. "

Hannah smiled.

Continue to go downstairs to explore, and ran into several groups of Ravenclaw and Slytherin students. They did not gather together, but went out for a night tour in twos and threes. Ravenclaws are smart, and Slytherins are cautious. They think that this is more flexible and easier to escape from professors or Filch.

There are also a few students who think that the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams are more lively, so they stayed, and the night tour group became stronger.

The students who stayed behind in Slytherin were all acquaintances, a small group led by Draco Malfoy, except for Theodore. Nott and Goyle, as well as Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass...

The group gathered together but didn't speak, quietly looking at the brick and stone paintings on the castle walls, with a hint of nostalgia in their eyes.

Pansy Parkinson looked at Daphne Greengrass several times, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, hesitated several times, and never spoke.

In the middle of the conversation, Draco came to talk to Neville for a few words, mainly because of the messy things in the lower grades, snatching the memory ball, laughing at his clothes, and even the experience of casting evil spells to tease people...

Draco apologized sincerely and briefly, and Neville responded with a smile, saying that he had a bad memory and had almost forgotten everything.

Then they shook hands, smiled, and parted ways.

Hermione held Loren's hand and mingled silently with the crowd, as if she was recalling the time when she first entered school that year. She also fell behind the queue like this. She didn't need to speak or talk, and felt at ease knowing that he was by her side.

In the blind spot where she couldn't notice, Loren was trying to prick up her ears.

I vaguely heard Neville and Hannah talking in a low voice, saying something like "I actually remember it all. I just said I forgive him, but I actually didn't." Hannah pursed her lips. Smile and always hold his arm tightly.

For a kind-hearted person, even holding a grudge seems gentle.

Justin and Ernie chatted next to Harry, and occasionally talked about the criticism and discussion of him in the lower grades. They could not help but say a few times and apologize, complaining that they were stupid and shallow back then. Harry didn't care and responded with a smile, saying that he also did a lot of stupid things at that time.

Compared with the endless human entanglements in the back row, the students on the night tour in the front row are much more pure.

"I'm telling you! That's where we met the three-headed dog Luwei. Did you know that the three-headed dog can breathe fire from its left head, breathe poisonous gas from its right head, and the middle head..."

Ron was stuck for a moment, not knowing what to say in the middle of his head, but he had been telling stories to others all year round, and had encountered this kind of problem more than once or twice. He quickly blurred it out with the help of his accumulated experience:

"Well, it's difficult to deal with anyway. It's bigger than the Hippogriff, and even bigger than the Black Dragon of the Hebridean Islands!"

"It can't fit in. There isn't such a big classroom in the castle." An unknown Hufflepuff student asked weakly.

"What classroom can't fit in? Why can't it be packed in? Do you know about the Traceless Stretching Curse?" Ron glared at him fiercely, "You're still a seventh grader and you don't know this bit of common sense. Stop talking and concentrate. Listen to me."

The Hufflepuff students suddenly fell silent.

"That year, Voldemort attached himself to the back of Professor Quirrell's head and sneaked into the school in an attempt to steal the Sorcerer's Stone. However, Dumbledore had long been aware of his conspiracy and set up several levels to protect the Sorcerer's Stone..."

Ron pinched his throat and lowered his voice. The story he had polished repeatedly was concise and vivid, and the tense and exciting atmosphere of the time was exaggerated in just a few sentences.

"but!"

He suddenly raised his voice, "No one expected that several of the school board members were former Death Eaters. They set up a conspiracy to lure Dumbledore away. While the principal was ministering to the school, Voldemort took action!"

Ron swallowed, feeling that this passage was particularly good. He raised his head and glanced at everyone's expressions, and found that they were indeed shocked. They were all pale, with round eyes and frightened expressions.

Is the effect so good?

Why haven't you seen this expression before when you talked about it?

When Ron was wondering, he caught a glimpse of the Hufflepuff student he had banned from speaking. He was winking at him, his face twisted, and his expression of fear became more vivid. The other students also quieted down at some point. Stand still.

Something seems wrong...

An ominous premonition arose in Ron's heart. He slowly turned around and took a closer look. His scalp suddenly became numb and his whole body felt cold.

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I saw the administrator Filch in a gray-brown robe standing at the corner at the end of the corridor, half of his body hidden in the shadows, the half of his face exposed was gloomy and terrifying, and he stared at the students present with slightly narrowed eyes.

Mrs. Norris squatted next to her, raised her front paws and licked them slowly, just like she did when she caught a mouse.

"Mr...Filch."

Just when Seamus and Dean were about to stand up and surrender, Loren came out from behind the crowd and greeted them gently and politely: "Good evening, Mr. Filch."

"..."

The students in the corridor suddenly fell silent.

Even Filch couldn't help but frown slightly.

This Loren Morgan was no stranger to him. Five years ago, when the Chamber of Secrets was reopened, Voldemort used magic to leave indelible stains on the walls. This Morgan and his little girlfriend Granger once helped clean the stains on the walls.

With excellent grades and a lazy attitude, professors could always be heard talking about this name when the guests of honor were dining. Dumbledore seemed to be very fond of this student.

The most important thing is that he is the owner of that ugly ginger-colored persimmon-faced cat. Damn Crookshanks always kidnaps his Mrs. Norris to go out for fun and comes back dirty, and he also coaxes Lori. Mrs. Si’s snacks are cunning and hateful.

Filch remained silent, staring at Loren quietly to see what tricks he wanted to play.

"Mr. Filch, George and Fred asked me to say hello to you."

"..."

Ron next to him immediately sweated for him, secretly worried.

What are George and Fred doing at this time?

Don't you know that Filch hates them both the most?

There was a faint cold light in Filch's eyes.

"George and Fred asked me to deliver a gift to you, Mr. Filch. This is a new product launched by the Magic Joke Shop, the latest improved fake wand." Loren said, taking out several wands from the pendant. He handed over a thin stick with a similar style, "Although it is a fake wand, just waving it can release a few simple magics, such as orchids blooming, and clear water flowing like a spring. They also plan to develop fake wands with richer functions in the future."

The moonlight was cold and the corridor was quiet. Dozens of seventh-grade students stared at the fake wands, as if they could hear the breathing of Seamus and Dean.

"..."

Filch looked expressionless, staring at the fake wand in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "According to the school rules revised last year, the products of Weasley's Magic Joke Shop are prohibited items, and the administrator is obliged to collect them and keep them."

Loren didn't speak, just nodded and smiled.

Filch took the fake wands, glanced at the students present, remained silent for a moment, turned around unsteadily, and dragged his old and thin body towards the stairs. Mrs. Lorris shook her soft fur and stretched out her front paws. He slouched down and followed him with light steps.

Watching his figure disappear around the corner, the students present were still in disbelief.

"Just leaving like this? Filch, who has been clamoring for the reinstatement of corporal punishment since I entered school, hanging students up and whipping them, just left like this?" Ron muttered to himself, a little dazed.

"You thought you were going to be detained for a few months?"

Seamus and Dean looked at each other, exhaled a long breath, full of joy.

With the administrator's tacit approval, the young wizard felt a light weight on his shoulders. He no longer had to worry about being caught by professors or administrators. The pressure was drastically reduced, and he no longer felt nervous when going out at night, but became more relaxed and leisurely.

The students present walked in groups of twos and threes along the castle, as if it was daytime. There was no need to rush to the tower classroom for class. They were not sure whether the destination was the auditorium or the dormitory. They were aimless and light-footed. The ghost lives inside the armor, and the portrait in the hanging painting rests with its eyes closed.

After seven years at Hogwarts, this is still the first time for many students to see Hogwarts Castle so clearly late at night.

The moonlight shines on my shoulders, like a free man.

After asking his classmates to tell the story of that year, Ron finally returned to the back row of the crowd with satisfaction and greeted several friends: "Loren, the gift you just gave is really a gift from George and Fred. Did you transfer it?"

"Of course not."

"Um?"

Ron was a little confused, and everyone else looked at Loren with doubts in their eyes.

Loren spread his hands: "George and Fred battled wits with Filch during their school days, and they were completely freed from it after graduation. How could they ask me to give him a gift?"

"Then...what...he...?" Neville asked hesitantly.

"Remember, we once saw Filch's letter from Filch's Correspondence Course on Cursing, so I guessed that he liked this kind of thing, and came up with the idea of ​​giving gifts...those fake wands were sent by Fred and the others. My samples, which have been kept in my pendant, are finally put to use.”

Loren spoke calmly.

The students around them blinked.

Yes, Mr. Filch seems to be a squib.

I don't know why, but suddenly I don't hate him that much anymore.