Amosta watched Harry Potter, who looked a little disappointed, leave his office. In the end, he was unable to learn any secret from him that was not common knowledge to outsiders.
Amosta was not surprised by this. The young wizard of this age was already in a sensitive period, and he was born in Slytherin. If it were him, he would have no reason not to tell what he knew. Instead, Headmaster Dumbledore trusted a stranger.
However, after the test just now, Amosta did confirm that Porter had hidden some extremely critical information. If he had known this information, the situation would probably not be so passive.
"Maybe I should think of some way to gain his trust?"
Amosta stared at the shaking light and shadow on the ceiling, frowning in distress. What would he do if the heir never showed his flaws?
Amosta once considered that maybe he could get some Polyjuice Potion and pretend to be Colin or Justin, spread the word that the little wizard who had been attacked had awakened, and provide the school with key clues to the identity of the murderer, while he All he had to do was show up with the face of the person being impersonated, and then hide in the school hospital without coming out.
This is a good method, but there is a loophole, that is, if Colin and Justin did not see the true face of the murderer when they were petrified, then this method may not scare the attacker.
"Just wait and see--"
Amosta withdrew his gaze. He moved his fingers at the surveillance wall and the curtains quietly opened. Staring at the shaking figures on the wall, he muttered,
"If there is still no progress, then the only option is to hug the protagonist group--"
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Harry left Mr. Blaine's office and walked towards Gryffindor Tower. Originally, he planned to tell Hermione about the conversation first, but after thinking about it carefully, Harry felt that there was no place where Hermione was urgently needed. Smart wisdom.
He has already clarified the most critical issue, which is that Mr. Blaine will not easily believe the rumors in the school. He will not put anyone in the castle in jail before getting definite evidence. For Harry, Say, this is enough.
As for not telling Mr. Blaine about the terrifying voice and Dobby's warning, this is what Harry thought.
Since Mr. Blaine refuses to clarify himself, even telling these things is unlikely to change the result. On the contrary, it will make himself more suspicious.
Moreover, he always believed that if anyone needed to know these things, it should be Principal Dumbledore - Harry thought as he passed the doorway behind the Fat Lady's portrait.
Except for Percy, several children of the Weasley family were sitting on a large soft sofa under a bright crystal chandelier. When they saw Harry, they immediately showed expressions of relief and waved to him happily. And this scene also made Harry feel warm in his heart.
"How about it, Harry, did Brian make things difficult for you because of Filch?" Ron stood up and handed Harry a glass of pumpkin juice.
"Better than I expected, Ron." Harry grinned.
Twenty minutes later, when Harry told them the entire conversation, the expressions of the Weasley family, who were nervous because of worry, relaxed a lot.
"Oh, that Mr. Investigator seems to be more intelligent than we thought. George, it seems that we need to make some adjustments to our plan." Fred muttered, but his expression looked a little disappointed. , "We were going to give him some color to see!"
"Don't, Fred." Harry said worriedly, "Mr. Blaine is not a showman like Lockhart, he is not that easy to deal with!"
"Believe in professionalism, Harry." George said proudly, "We never fail!"
"What are you going to do?" Ron looked at George with interest, "Throw a big shit egg into his office?"
After Harry said that he would not be thrown out of school for no reason for the time being, Ginny's pale and haggard face, which looked like she had not slept for half a month, regained some color, and she put down the hand covering her chest and loosened it. However, after a while, her breathing became rapid again and she looked very nervous.
"That Mr. Blaine said he was monitoring the school, but how did he do that...I mean, he almost never leaves his office?"
This was indeed a puzzling question, and Harry couldn't answer it, but his intuition told him that Mr. Blaine was not telling lies. They discussed this issue for a long time, and the final result was probably the same as the side covered by the curtain. Up the walls.
"It seems that we still have to take a trip, Fred!" At the end of the conversation, George raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly at his brother.
"Of course, George, except for the two of us, probably no one would take the opportunity to sneak into his office!" Fred winked at George.
After everyone left, Fred whispered to George,
"You'd think that Blaine would have a share too..."
"Shut up, Fred!" George said hurriedly, looking at Percy who was struggling to climb into the lounge. "We can figure this out tomorrow."
On Tuesday morning, Professor Flitwick's Charms class was in the third grade of Gryffindor. Today, he was introducing to the young wizards a spell that can make people laugh - the Happy Charm.
"---At the end of the casting action, your wand needs to make a subtle upward movement. This is very important, ladies and gentlemen." Professor Flitwick stood next to the podium and said with a sharp voice on the first base book, "Otherwise , when you wake up you will find yourself lying on the floor with a black-haired baboon standing on your chest!"
"What are you two thinking about?"
Angelina saw that Fred and George did not practice spells with each other at all, but lowered their heads and peeked at a piece of parchment. On the yellowed paper, there were many dense words moving back and forth.
"Peeping into privacy is a despicable thing, Katie. I don't want a despicable person to be my teammate~"
Fred turned his head and glared away from Angelina, then quietly gave George a signal. After receiving the signal, George immediately shook an orange candy from his sleeve.
"If I die from this, Fred, remember to bury my body in Filch's office!" George said with a smile.
Three minutes later, the originally noisy classroom fell into silence amidst a series of eardrum-piercing screams. The bright red liquid sprayed out from both nostrils of George at the same time stunned everyone. Professor Flitwick trotted over. When he saw George's After seeing the tragic scene and the large blood stains on Fred's robe, he also fell into panic.
"Frey... ah no, George, well, whoever these two are, can someone explain to me what's going on!"
"He is going to die!" Fred supported the pale George with a face filled with grief. "Can you allow me to find a place to bury my dear brother?"
"No one will die, Weasley!" Professor Flitwick said angrily.
"Take him to Madam Pomfrey quickly to deal with it. If it's too late, I hope you can come back to practice the Happy Charm. This lesson is very important, Weasley, because..."
Flitwick stopped talking before he finished speaking, because after hearing that he allowed him to go to the school hospital, the two Weasleys immediately jumped up and ran out of the classroom without looking back, leaving nothing behind. Professor Flitwick stood disheveled in a large pool of blood.
Because it was school time, there were very few little wizards wandering around the castle. Fred and George, who was holding his nose, ran all the way. When they reached the fourth floor, Fred suggested that he should investigate Blaine's office and let George go to the school hospital. Just do a simple process,
"We haven't found an antidote for this yet, George. Maybe it will drain all the blood from your body!"
"Don't even think about doing it alone, Fred, you can't take all the credit alone!" George covered his bleeding nose and rushed directly to the third floor.
According to the results of observations over the past few days, Amosta Blaine will only leave his mysterious office between 10:30 and 11:00 in the morning and between 4:00 and 4:30 in the afternoon. He first goes to the kitchen to find something to eat, and then Then he went to the prefect's bathroom to take a bath to relieve fatigue, and finally rushed back without stopping.
The process of breaking the defensive spell on the office door was much easier than the twins expected. A simple Alajo Opening Charm took care of everything.
The twins sneaked into the room with their crotches bent. The simple furnishings in the office could be seen clearly at a glance and were not worthy of special attention. Fred and George stood in front of the black curtain and looked at each other excitedly.
"Count down to three, let's unveil this mystery together!"
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