Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 35
"Please tell me this is not a dream, George"

When the black curtain was pulled back, twinkling lights and shadows appeared in front of the twin brothers, and the two, who were so proud of successfully breaking into the office of a mysterious investigator, froze for a moment!
They stared blankly at the wall, rubbing their eyes in disbelief, like a Muggle who sneered at magic seeing real magic for the first time, their expressions were absurd and ridiculous.

"Sorry, brother—" George Weasley murmured weakly, blinking his eyes desperately, trying to understand the great invention he saw, "I can't give you any guarantees, but, I Think we've figured out how this Mr. Blaine is spying on Hogwarts from his office and all I can say is, it's insane!"

"Yeah, that's crazy—"

Fred's voice sounded as if he was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at the parchment with many words floating in his hand, and then focused his eyes on the grid pictures one after another. His breathing gradually became heavier.

"Our map can't compare to this thing, oh, but I still don't understand how he does all this!"

It took the twins about 10 minutes to barely extricate themselves from the endless shock, and the first thing they did when they regained consciousness was to both fall in front of the wall, wishing they could embed their eyes in the wall.

Because of being too excited, George, whose nose was not bleeding much, seeped a trickle of blood again from his nostrils, but he completely ignored his increasingly pale face and dizzy head, and only focused on analyzing Mr. Blaine with Fred. How did it turn into this epoch-making invention!

"—I'll bet you Percy's prefect badge, Fred, there's some pretty advanced Transfiguration in there!"

There was reverence in George's eyes. He kept poking his fingers at the wall, but his eyes wandered around on the wall.

"There should be an alchemy prop, which is used to transfer the pictures of various parts of the castle to this wall that has been transformed, and then restore it to an understandable picture--"

"More than that!"

Fred added loudly, "Look at the perspective of these pictures, George, he has at least installed hundreds of alchemy props for monitoring in the castle, damn it, what kind of thing can have such a remarkable function!"

The twins stood in front of the wall and discussed non-stop, analyzing the technical means that this system might use. In the end, they reached 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 said, if we sincerely ask for advice, is it possible for him to hand over this to us?" Fred 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 good.

"There's a question, brother—"

George covered his nose with an ugly face, "If Mr. Blaine has been staying in the office to monitor everyone's actions, does that mean?"

The twins looked at each other, and they all came to their senses. Mr. Blaine might have watched the adventures of the two of them sneaking out of the lounge in the middle of the night and wandering around the castle on several nights last week.

"He didn't report it to Professor McGonagall. Maybe, when we were out for a walk, he happened to fall asleep." Fred's face was not very good, and he couldn't even believe the possibility he guessed.

Regardless of why Mr. Blaine did not expose them, now is not a good time to delve into this issue. They have not forgotten that Amosta Blaine will finish washing and return to this monitoring room in about 10 minutes. , after drawing the curtains, Fred held his head and George, dizzy, walked to the door, and when his hand touched the doorknob and twisted, his expression became sad,

"Here's a very interesting message, George, and I can't wait to share it with you!"

"I'm also very eager to hear that interesting information from your mouth, Fred," George said, squinting his eyes while holding his forehead, "but I hope you can wait until I lie on Madam Pomfrey's hospital bed before Share it with me, Fred!"

"I'm afraid we won't be able to wait until then—"

Fred twisted the handle vigorously again, but the result was as he expected, the bronze-colored door handle remained motionless, "I think the two of us should be ambushed."

Silence fell silently, Fred and George looked at each other awkwardly, and both saw the strange stupidity in each other's eyes.

The secret room opener who was entrusted by the school board of directors to investigate the danger must be an experienced wizard. How could such a wizard be so careless as to leave this extremely important monitoring room undefended?

Ten seconds later, the self-rescue operation began!

George broke away from Fred's support, and he pulled out his wand at the same time with a distance of three feet and aimed at the doorknob. After looking at each other firmly, he shouted at the same time,

"Smashed to pieces!"

A rippling light flashed on the round doorknob, and then returned to silence without any change.

"Damn it, this cunning guy!" Fred gritted his teeth and cursed, "He planned to catch the little wizard who broke into his office, right!"

Undeterred, Fred and George tried several times in a row, but it was useless. All the spells were blocked by the powerful defensive spell cast on the door. Fred anxiously glanced at the parchment in his hand. , Directly choose the most primitive way - breaking the door hard, hoping to close it tightly.

"Stop doing stupid things, Fred!" George looked around, and quickly locked his target on 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-eyed surprise, "This is the third floor. I'd rather be caught by Mr. Investigator and give it to Professor McGonagall than jump off and break my neck!"

Having said that, Fred trotted along behind George and came to the window.

However, after another round of busy work, the two of them collapsed to the ground, completely smashed.

"Can you imagine, George," Fred scratched his hair crazily and collapsed, "Who would a normal person put a protective spell on a window?!"

Amosta came out of the prefect's bathroom with wet hair. He seemed to be in a good mood, and even hummed an out-of-key tune as he passed the statue of Boris the Boozy.

To be honest, he regretted that he didn't ask Professor Snape to be a prefect when he was in school. Being a prefect can indeed enjoy privileges that ordinary little wizards can't enjoy. The entire floor of this room that has been used for a long time is paved with luxurious snow-white marble, and the large bathroom like a swimming pool is enough to envy!

The only not-so-beautiful thing was that the sleeping mermaid portrait on the wall always liked to secretly open his eyes to look at his muscular eight-pack abs when he closed his eyes and meditated, which made Amosta feel somewhat embarrassed.

There are still 2 minutes before the time when the little wizards are about to finish their classes. Amosta took a leisurely pace all the way down from the sixth floor to the third floor. Finally, he shook his wand out of his sleeve and stood in his office with a smile on his face. At the door, the voice is very light,
"Then, let me unravel the mystery of the person who committed the crime!"

　Why haven't I even tested the waters until now, don't open Sen--
　　
　
(End of this chapter)