Two hours later, the last two minutes of Hufflepuff's fourth year Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"...That's it for today's class. As for the homework, well~ everyone should know that the Iron Armor Curse is a spell that is learned every year starting from the fourth grade. Its difficulty and defensive effect will gradually increase as students learn more deeply. . So, the homework is, briefly summarize, what kind of defensive effect will it have when you learn it to the end... It is due next Tuesday, and that’s it, get out of class is over!”
After saying that, Rossi pointed his magic wand at the suitcase on the podium. The next moment, Kanigma, who was pinned to the ground by Grace with one hand and shivering, was swept in by the magic carpet that suddenly flew out. .
When the students left one after another, Rossi asked with a smile:
"Grace, how do you feel?"
Grace, who was carrying the suitcase, pondered for a moment:
"What you said was very interesting, and your explanation of the spells was very detailed and easy to understand..."
"Hey! I'm asking you how it feels to be a teaching assistant, not asking you to praise me." As he said this, the corners of Rossi's mouth unconsciously raised.
"How does it feel to be an assistant coach? A little nervous, but very novel."
"When I fail to explain some knowledge points clearly, do you have the urge to take over and finish them for me?"
While talking, the two walked out of the classroom side by side.
"Uh..." Grace opened her mouth but said nothing.
"That's right! My feeling is indeed right."
As he said that, Rossi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and after a moment, he continued, "I was waiting for them to digest the knowledge points I talked about. Well...but if there is anything I didn't talk about in the future, then I will continue If you haven't said it yet, you can just go ahead and say it when I stop, or you can remind me."
"Well, I understand."
Since there was still some time before dinner, Rossi came out of the classroom and was about to go back to the dormitory to rest. He suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
Noticing that she cast her gaze on the corridor to the right of the marble staircase, Grace asked doubtfully.
"Grace, can you sing?"
"ah?"
Seeing that she was stunned by this inexplicable question, Rossi smiled and said, "Let's go, I'll take you on an adventure."
Although she knew that there was a high probability that the magic stone would not be hidden in the place designated as a "forbidden area" by the system at this time, her mission was just to go to the forbidden area to find out, and it had nothing to do with the magic stone.
Pulling Grace to the right corridor, the large steel lock on the wooden door was open. It looked like someone had entered before them.
Someone went in?
Confused, Rosie pushed the wooden door open a crack.
The next second, melodious music and snoring came from inside.
"Shh!"
After signaling Grace not to make a sound, she crept in through the crack in the door.
The three-headed dog with all six eyes closed was sleeping deeply. Right in front of it, a log-colored harp was playing music automatically.
Turning his eyes to its side, the trap door leading downstairs was there, open at this time.
Turning around and closing the door gently, the two quietly stepped over the three-headed dog's legs and came to the entrance of the trap door.
"Let's go down and have a look, Grace..."
Before Rossi, who grabbed the broomstick, could finish speaking, Grace next to him jumped down first.
Uh...more reckless than me.
Muttering silently, she hung the lantern on the broom and jumped down.
Seeing the dark green devil's net tightening around Grace's legs, Rosie, who had fallen to the ground, had just taken out her wand when she reached out and grabbed it, and with a gentle tug, the vine was torn into two. part.
Only then did Rosie see clearly that all the vines piled up at her feet had been torn off and thrown down by her.
"The flames are blazing!"
As the orange fireball flew out of the air, the vines of the Devil's Net quickly retreated and hid against the wall.
"Okay Grace, let it go and let's go."
Hearing this, Grace threw the vine in his hand aside and followed Rossi down the slope of the stone corridor.
After taking a few steps, Snape's voice came from afar.
"...Professor Dumbledore, with these arrangements, as long as the Dark Lord dares to come, that room will definitely become the cell where he is imprisoned."
Imprisoning the Dark Lord? cell?
Hearing this, Rossi suddenly murmured in his heart, "It's weird!" This is obviously a clue to the mission of destroying Voldemort's conspiracy, but why do we hear Dumbledore's plan?
Dumbledore sighed and continued: "This is the result we all hope to see, but at present, no one can be sure that he will come."
"Didn't you say two months ago that the Dark Lord..."
"Fate is not so easy to arrange, Severus." Dumbledore interrupted him and said in a faint voice, "There was an accident."
Without waiting for Snape to speak, he continued: "It seems that we have friends here."
Um? Found us?
Hearing this, Rossi couldn't help but be startled.
"who?!!"
Snape let out a low groan, and footsteps approached quickly.
"It's me! Rosie."
With a smile on her face, Rosie hurried forward to greet her, with Grace following closely behind her.
Snape held the wand in his hand and said sharply: "Rosie? Why are you here?"
"Well, during the opening ceremony, Professor Dumbledore said that this place is extremely dangerous, so... you understand the professional habits, right? Professor Snape."
Rossi smiled and spread his hands.
"I thought that if you were curious, you would ask Dumbledore directly."
Snape's voice was gloomy, and his eyes roamed critically on her and Grace's faces.
At this time, Dumbledore stepped forward with a smile: "No problem, Severus, it is Auror's caution to be suspicious of everyone."
He turned his gaze to Rossi: "Rossi, after hearing our conversation just now, you should be able to think of who this place is for, right?"
Eh? Did he know I was coming in? Did you say those words to me on purpose?
A flash of astonishment flashed through Rossi's heart, and Rossi nodded slightly: "If I guessed correctly, it should be Voldemort."
"Yes, it is Voldemort."
Dumbledore nodded and then said, "Now that you are here, why not check our arrangement from the perspective of an Auror to see if there are any shortcomings."
"Ding! Dumbledore asks for your help to perfect the trap against Voldemort..."
There is nothing wrong with this logic. As long as Voldemort is caught, no matter what conspiracy he has, it will be defeated.
Muttering something funny in her heart, Rossi readily agreed:
"Okay, let me take a look at your layout first."
(End of chapter)
