"Please tell me this is not a dream, George..."
When the black curtain was pulled open and flashing lights and shadows appeared in front of the twin brothers, the two people who were so proud of successfully breaking into the office of a mysterious investigator suddenly froze!
They stared blankly at the wall, rubbing their eyes in disbelief, as if a Muggle who scorned magic had seen a real spell for the first time, with expressions that were both ridiculous and ridiculous.
"Sorry, brother--" George Weasley couldn't open and close his mouth and murmured softly. He blinked desperately, trying to understand the great invention he saw, "I can't give you any guarantee, but, I Thinking we've figured out how this Mr. Blaine is spying on all of Hogwarts from his own office... all I can say is, it's crazy!"
"Yeah, it's crazy--"
Fred's voice sounded as if he was terrified. He lowered his head and glanced at the parchment with many words floating around in his hand, and then focused his eyes on the grid pictures. His breathing gradually became heavier.
"Our map is really incomparable to this thing, oh, but... I still don't understand how he did all this!"
It took the twins about ten minutes to rescue themselves from the endless shock. The first thing they did after regaining consciousness was to throw themselves in front of the wall, wishing that their eyes were embedded in the wall.
Because he was too excited, a trickle of blood began to leak out of George's nostrils, which had stopped bleeding. However, he completely ignored his increasingly pale face and dizzy head, and only focused on analyzing Mr. Blaine with Fred. How on earth did this epoch-making invention come to be?
"---I dare to bet you on Percy's prefect badge, Fred, there must be extremely advanced transfiguration in it!"
George's eyes shone with reverence. He kept poking at the wall with his fingers, but his eyes wandered around the wall.
"There should be an alchemy tool. Its function is to transfer the pictures from all over the castle to this wall that has been transformed by magic, and then restore it to a picture that can be understood--"
"That's not all!"
Fred added loudly, "Look at the perspective of these pictures, George, he has at least installed hundreds of alchemy props for surveillance in the castle... Damn it, what on earth can have such an amazing function! "
The twins stood in front of the wall and discussed non-stop, analyzing the technical means that might be used in this system. In the end, they came to a consensus that this monitoring equipment used multi-disciplinary magical knowledge, and that knowledge was very profound. , it’s not something they can figure out now!
"You think, if we ask for advice sincerely, is it possible for him to hand over this hand to us?" Fred's face was full of hope. He stared at the screen and suddenly felt that the map in his hand, which he regarded as a treasure, was no longer fragrant.
"There's a question, brother--"
George held his nose and looked ugly, "If Mr. Blaine has been staying in the office and monitoring everyone's actions, does that mean..."
The twins looked at each other and both realized that Mr. Blaine might have witnessed their adventures in sneaking out of the lounge and wandering around the castle in the middle of the night several nights last week.
"He didn't report it to Professor McGonagall... Maybe, he happened to fall asleep when we went out for a walk..." Fred's face didn't look good either, and even he couldn't predict the possibility he guessed. believe.
No matter why Mr. Blaine did not expose them, now is not a good time to delve into this issue. They have not forgotten that in about ten minutes, Amosta Blaine will finish washing and return to the control room. , after closing the curtains, Fred helped George, who was dizzy, to the door. When his hand touched the doorknob and twisted, his expression turned sad,
"There's some really interesting information, George, that I can't wait to share with you!"
"I am also very eager to know the interesting information from you, Fred," George said, holding his forehead and squinting, "but I hope you can wait until I am lying on Madam Pomfrey's bed. Share it with me, Fred!”
"I'm afraid I can't wait until that time--"
Fred twisted the handle hard again, but as he expected, the bronze door handle didn't move at all. "I think we two were ambushed..."
Silent silence fell quietly, Fred and George looked at each other awkwardly, both seeing the strange stupidity shining in the other's eyes.
The secret room opener who was entrusted with the important task by the school board and sent into the school to track down the danger must be an experienced wizard. How could such a wizard be careless enough to leave this extremely important monitoring room undefended?
Ten seconds later, the self-rescue operation began!
George broke away from Fred's support. They were three feet apart and simultaneously pulled out their wands and pointed them at the doorknob. After looking at each other firmly, they shouted at the same time,
"Shattered to pieces!"
A faint light rippling like water flashed across the round doorknob, and then it returned to silence without any change.
"Damn it, this cunning guy!" Fred cursed through gritted teeth, "He had already planned to catch the little wizard who broke into his office, right!"
Unwilling to give up, Fred and George tried several times in succession, but to no avail. All spells were blocked by the powerful defensive spell cast on the door. Fred glanced anxiously at the parchment in his hand. , directly choose the most primitive method - forcefully break the door, hoping to close it tightly.
"Don't do anything stupid, Fred!" George's eyes wandered around, and he quickly targeted the window on the wall near the Forbidden Forest. "Come and help, brother, maybe we can escape from here!"
"Are you crazy, George?" Fred said with wide eyes and surprise, "This is the third floor. I would rather be caught by Mr. Investigator and sent to Professor McGonagall than jump and break my neck!"
Although he said that, Fred still trotted behind George and came to the window.
However, after another flurry of work, the two of them collapsed to the ground, completely ruined.
"Can you imagine, George?" Fred scratched his hair frantically with a look of collapse, "Who in his right mind would put a protective spell on a window?!"
........
Amosta walked out of the prefect's bathroom with wet hair. He seemed to be in a good mood. He even hummed a tuneless ditty when passing the statue of Goofball Polis.
To be honest, he regretted not asking Professor Snape to become a prefect when he was in school. Being a prefect can indeed enjoy privileges that ordinary young wizards cannot enjoy. Needless to say, just for this part of his life The entire floor of the room I have been using is paved with luxurious snow-white marble, and the bathroom is as big as a swimming pool, which is enviable enough!
The only unsightly thing is that the portrait of a sleeping mermaid on the wall always likes to secretly open his eyes when he is concentrating and look at his eight strong abdominal muscles, which makes Amosta feel a little embarrassed.
There were still two minutes before the time when the little wizards were about to finish class. Amosta walked leisurely from the sixth floor to the third floor. Finally, he shook out his wand from his sleeve and stood in his office with a smile on his face. At the door, the voice was extremely light,
"Then, let me uncover the mystery of the person who committed the crime!"
