I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Rove and Shirley stayed in the lounge for a long time, and suddenly remembered that Helena was still waiting, so they hurriedly left Ravenclaw Tower and walked towards the library.

Shirley walked briskly in the dark corridors, and when she stepped into the stairs, she seemed like a little fox jumping on a plaid, jumping up and down one after another, exuding a youthful and agile atmosphere.

The girl was obviously in a good mood after her long-lost childish actions.

At the top of the stairs, Shirley turned and stared at Rove, pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes with a smile, and urged:

"Hurry up, it's already past the agreed time with Helena, she should wait in a hurry!"

Rove was still unhurried, not like going to an appointment, but rather like going out for a walk with Shirley in the middle of the night, he teased and said:

"Is this going to start to get anxious? Who was hugging my neck on the sofa just now, desperately refusing to let go? Almost strangled me to death."

Shirley blinked, deliberately looked left and right, and pretended to be stupid: "Who, who are you talking about? Why can't I see it?"

Rove came over, reached out and gently pressed the ponytailed girl's forehead to prevent her from shaking her head.

Shirley hugged Rove's arm with a smile, leaned against him, and walked downstairs.

The boy took out the Hogwarts map from his pocket with one hand, and said softly, "You can check to see if Helena is still in the library."

Shirley hummed. She took the map, raised her wand, tapped the end of the wand on the map and said, "Alahoo is open!"

On the parchment that was originally blank, there appeared many thin ink lines like spider webs, and those lines intertwined with each other, and then cursive writing began to appear on the top of the parchment, which were large curved green characters.

Hogwarts Magic Map Maker:

Rolf Scamander, Shirley Swinton and Hermione Granger.

This item belongs to Celia's Fantastic Beasts Store.

"How, is she still there?" Rove asked.

Shirley looked at the map, was stunned for a moment, and said in disbelief:

"Rove, it's no longer a matter of Helena's presence."

"What's the matter?" Rove leaned over and glanced at it, but was also stunned.

There are eight or nine names scattered in the library, and there are even small moving dots not far away, moving towards the library.

Merlin, a group of students didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and they actually appeared in the library...Has Hogwarts become so involved? !

"They must have gone to the restricted area to peek at those books on black magic." Shirley guessed.

"Probably so." Rove nodded. If the professors didn't sign the approval note, they could only sneak around in the middle of the night.

"Then what should we do?" Shirley asked, "Come back in a few days?"

"No." Rove looked at her with a smile, and said, "Let's go and inform Snape and Filch, and let them go to the library to arrest people."

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inside the library,

Harry and Ron, who were huddled under an invisibility cloak, tiptoed into the restricted area, and looked at the scene in front of them, dumbfounded.

Seven or eight students, each holding a lighted wand, squatted on the ground, flipping through the magic book, and some students were holding quills and taking notes.

Harry rubbed his eyes and checked his watch again to make sure it was eleven in the middle of the night, not eleven in the afternoon.

Outrageous... This place is even busier than during the day? !

"Many people are familiar." Ron said excitedly:

"That's Andrew Gert, George and Fred's roommate; that's Trae Young, a Ravenclaw student, I've met before..."

Although Ron lowered his voice, it was still very clear in the quiet restricted area, which also aroused the dissatisfaction of those named.

"Hey, students who use the invisibility cloak, is this your first night tour?" Trey Yang frowned and said:

"Teach you to be good, night tour is silent, true brother!

It's rare for everyone to gather here tonight, so don't disclose other people's names, and don't confess to other people after you are arrested, you know? "

Harry and Ron were silent, shut their mouths quickly, took their wands, and looked for the spell book in the restricted section.

The two of them were not looking for the black magic that Moody said, but looking for books related to scars.

Harry's scar had been aching lately, and he wanted to check to see that there were no spellbooks in the restricted area that talked about Avada Kedavra's scar.

Some of those books, however, had no titles at all, and some of the gilded letters had fallen off, and could only spell out incomprehensible words.

The two of them were like headless flies, looking around. They really hoped that there would be a knowledgeable wizard beside them to help them.

When Harry and Ron were about to separate, a familiar voice suddenly came from afar.

"Draco, there are a lot of people here."

"It's normal. After that old Moody has taken that kind of class, there will definitely be many students sneaking in." Malfoy's tone sounded.

"As far as I know, Montague and Adrian Pusey are coming tonight... Goyle, Crabbe, what dark arts do you two want to learn?"

"The Fiercefire Curse... looks powerful," Goyle said.

"What's so great about that?" Malfoy said disdainfully:

"If you want to learn it, learn the Imperius Curse. I heard that it can control others. When I learn it, I will control Harry Potter."

"Why are you controlling him?"

"Of course it's to play with and ravage him." Malfoy sneered:

"I can have Potter serve me like a house-elf, lick my toes, or get on his knees and call me daddy... that would be fun!

As for Potter's little follower, Weasley, leave it to the two of you. "

Goyle and Crabbe were shaking with laughter.

Harry was furious when he heard this, and he smashed a hardcover book in his hand towards Malfoy's head.

Snapped!

The corner of the book hit Malfoy's forehead, and a big lump instantly became red and swollen. He screamed in pain and cursed, "Who... who did it?"

But no one spoke, and only one magic book responded to him.

Malfoy raised his hand to cover, and shouted, "Someone is wearing an invisibility cloak, you two quickly catch that person."

Crabbe and Goyle scrambled forward, their long arms outstretched, groping the air like fools.

Harry and Ron dodged around them, Harry with his legs out, and Crabbe stumbled, his big flat feet on the edge of the Invisibility Cloak.

Harry and Ron felt a tug, and the cloak slipped off both of them.

Malfoy sat on the ground, endured the pain, stared at them, and screamed:

"Ah - Potter, it's you! Fuck you!"

Malfoy also pulled out a book from the shelf and threw it at Harry. The book unfolded in mid-air, and a shrill, blood-curdling scream rang through the library.

Harry dodged the attack, then slammed the book shut, but the screaming didn't stop, it was a high-pitched, constant, deafening tone.

Malfoy took the opportunity to pounce on Harry, a monkey stole the peach, grabbed his little dragon tightly, and the two wrestled.

The other night tour students had already escaped the library with experience, leaving only the trio of Harry, Ron and Malfoy, still wrestling together.

"Let go!" Harry said urgently, "Snape heard the voice, and he will be here in two minutes!

If caught by him, everyone will be finished! "

"Let go first!" Malfoy roared, "I'll let go!"

"Okay, the dog won't let go." Harry let go of his hand angrily, and Malfoy let go of Harry immediately.

Harry felt that there were at least two minutes left, and he could slip away faster.

But when he turned his head, almost scared out of his wits, Snape and Filch had arrived, standing in the doorway, watching them.

Filch hunched over, his chin quivered with excitement, and he said wheezingly:

"Oh ho! It's so late and you don't sleep, fighting in the restricted area!"

"Good evening, Potter." Snape had a strange expression on his face, as if he was desperately restraining himself from laughing, and he said slowly:

"Let's go, Principal Dumbledore should be asleep now, but I think he will be happy to get out of bed and listen to your stories."

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