"Rosie, trainee agent of the Ministry of Magic?" The fat woman glanced at the ID with some embarrassment, repeated Rosie's identity in a low voice, and then said, "Mr. Potter should still be in class now. I remember Friday afternoon on Tuesday. The classes for the upperclassmen are Dean Sprout’s herb class and, uh…”
The fat woman thought for a moment and then continued: "As well as Dean McGonagall's Transfiguration class. Miss Agent can go to the Transfiguration class on the first floor to find him."
"Transfiguration class?" Rossi muttered to himself and asked, "Excuse me, what time does the Transfiguration class end?"
"Five-thirty, well, it would be five-thirty if Dean McGonagall doesn't delay the meeting." The fat woman repeated the time and emphasized.
"Thank you for your answer." Rossi held the sides of the cloak with both hands and bowed slightly to express his gratitude, then turned and walked downstairs.
"Who is this, fat woman?" A wrinkled-looking witch suddenly squeezed into the portrait of the fat woman, looking at Rosie's leaving back and gossiping, "The behavior looks like the style of the 1950s. ah."
This is because Rossi was influenced by the NPCs in the main storyline of the game.
The fat woman moved to the side, trying to make herself feel less crowded, and then said: "That's right, Violet, it does look like the wizarding etiquette of the 1950s. Oh, I really miss it."
After a pause, the fat woman seemed to remember something and then said: "Speaking of which, I seem to have seen a girl who looked very similar to this young lady fifty years ago. Could it be her mother?"
"Miss Agent?" Violet repeated in surprise.
"Yes, I saw her ID. She is a trainee agent of the Ministry of Magic." The fat woman explained.
…
Rosie walked slowly downstairs, and the portraits she passed looked at her sideways, as if wondering why she had just hurried upstairs and now went downstairs.
The continuous walking made Rosie feel a little hot and sweaty. She took off her cloak and put it in the inventory. She also adjusted the lace on the chest and cuffs of her shirt. Then she took a long breath of hot air and felt her body cool down. some.
"Do you want to go to the Transfiguration classroom to find Harry Potter? Isn't it a bit bad to interrupt students in class? Besides, it's a class taught by a branch dean..." Rossi, who had already reached the second floor, suddenly murmured in his heart. , "I remember that in the original book, Hermione found a clue about the basilisk in the library. If I want to trigger this clue, do I also need to find the book about the basilisk in the library?"
"Anyway, there's still an hour until get out of class ends. I might as well go to the library to look for clues first. Maybe I'll get some unexpected results."
Thinking like this, Rossi changed his pace and walked towards the library on the second floor.
Unlike the bathroom where Myrtle is located in the south, the library is located on the west side of the second floor of Hogwarts.
Its gates are two red-brown wooden doors with vertical rectangular patterns.
At this time, one of its doors was tightly closed and the other was half open, leaving room for about two people to walk in at the same time.
Rossi had been to this place before, but at that time the library was still an unopened game map and there was no way to enter it.
Rossi walked in through the half-open door and saw at a glance the thousands of bookshelves arranged tightly inside.
Just a rough estimate shows that there are at least thousands of books stored on the bookshelves.
There are more than a dozen long tables lined up in the center of the library, surrounded by dozens of wooden chairs, presumably for students to study.
In the middle near the bookshelf, there is a desk that is obviously taller.
An elderly woman who looked a little malnourished was sitting behind the desk, leaning against the table with her chin in one hand, and seemed to be flipping through some book with the other hand.
Rosie knocked on the door gently, and after catching the thin woman's attention, she quickly walked forward.
"Hello, madam, I am Rosie, an agent from the Ministry of Magic. I would like to inquire about some information here."
"Hello, Miss Agent, I'm the librarian, Emma Pince."
After Mrs. Pings looked at the pass that Rossi showed with a critical look, she nodded and said solemnly: "You can check it, but you have to remember that the library will close at eight o'clock, and eating is not allowed in the library. , don’t destroy books!”
"Of course, I will pay attention." Rossi put away the pass and promised with a smile.
After hearing what Rossi said, she nodded silently, then withdrew her gaze and looked at the books on the desk again.
Rossi glanced down and then asked, "Madam, do you know which book contains records about basilisks?"
Hearing this, Mrs. Pingsi was stunned for a moment. After thinking for a moment, she said: "It seems that there is a book about basilisks in the forbidden book area at the end, but I forgot the specific name. You need to find it yourself."
"Okay, thank you for your guidance." Rossi thanked her and followed Mrs. Pince's guidance towards the forbidden book area deep in the library.
"'Muggles who fall in love with wizards usually do not cheat on their husbands or wives, and when lovelorn Muggles say that their ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend is a wizard or witch, they usually face criticism from other Muggles. laugh at'."
As she walked deeper into the bookshelf, thinking about what she had just inadvertently read from the books Mrs. Pince was looking at, Rossi couldn't help but feel amused: "I didn't expect this stern-looking Mrs. Pince. , I actually like reading this kind of gossip book."
Compared with the ordinary reading area where there are still a few students in blue uniforms looking through books, the restricted book area of the library seems a bit colder and quieter.
A dozen bookshelves, symbolically surrounded by three red hemp ropes, were erected against the wall. At first glance, they were clearly distinct from the ordinary area that was deliberately placed far away.
Although she was wearing a knee-length skirt, Rosie raised her legs and walked over the hemp rope without paying any attention.
I thought that the covers of these books that few people read on the bookshelf would be stained with a little dust.
But it wasn't until he got closer that Rossi discovered to his surprise that these books were spotless.
"Is it the magic of constant cleaning? Or does someone often read and clean it?" Rossi thought, and picked up a book called "Omen of Death" with a big black dog on the cover.
After flipping through the catalog, Rossi found that there was no useful information and put it back.
Immediately afterwards, she began to sift through the book titles in rows, trying to quickly find the books that recorded the information she wanted to inquire about.
While she was engrossed in rummaging, a closed eye on the top bookshelf suddenly opened, with a cold aura exuding from its dark pupils.
The next moment, its body was heading straight towards Rossi like a pitch-black arrow.
