Chapter 57 057.1 Everything is ready
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 57 057. Everything is ready
That night, the Scott and Weasley twins waited until after two in the morning to finally see Filch leave on the Marauder's map.
"Oh Merlin! That old bastard Filch is finally gone!" George, who was half-squinted, immediately cheered up and slapped Fred, who was dozing, to wake up.
Scott got up from his chair and picked up the "shock body" he had made.
"Come on, we have to hurry up."
He first lifted the Anti-Disturbance Charm he had placed on the classroom door, then reached out and opened the door while whispering, "George, has Filch returned to his office?"
"Yes, he has returned to his lair." George shook the parchment in his hand.
"Don't worry." Fred yawned, "We are the only ones still moving on the map now."
"very good."
Scott walked out of the empty classroom.
The three turned several corridors and came to the place where Mrs. Norris was petrified.
At this time, the two lines of words on the wall were still shining, reflecting on a large pool of water on the ground.
"Be careful, there's a big pool of water on the ground."
Scott reminded the two behind him.
It's just that his words were just finished, and Fred stepped on the water and slid.
Fortunately, George caught him in time.
"You're so sleepy, Fred!" said George with some schadenfreude.
"Damn it! Filch may be really crazy, he didn't deal with this pool of water." Fred was completely sober now, complaining unhappily.
Scott raised the "shocked body" in his hand and gestured against the wall, trying to find a suitable position.
After finding the position, he asked the other two, "You guys, who will help me hold down this thing?"
"I come!"
Fred stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold down the twisted lines of wire.
Scott took two steps back and looked, raised his wand, and neatly cast a permanent adhesive spell.
Fred let go of his hand, and the three of them once again admired the rich words in this line, and couldn't help but laugh.
"No matter who the 'heir' is, I'm sure that guy must be mad when he sees it!" Fred exclaimed in amazement.
George said affirmatively, "I think he's going to destroy this thing desperately!"
"I hope so." Scott said with a smile, "We can't be too optimistic. If the other party is too calm, this trial plan will only fail."
George patted him on the shoulder. "You're so humble, Scott. I know those guys well, the pure-blood wizards who put blood above everything else."
Scott nodded and said amusingly, "The Weasleys are probably the pure-blood family that doesn't like to call themselves pure-bloods?"
George said, "Pure-bloods? That's just the opinion of those people. You know, the book "Pure-Blood List" was written by the Knotts, and our family never admitted it. Our ancestors might have hemp. Melon blood."
Fred echoed him immediately, "Yeah, we don't care about that, and my dad likes some Muggle stuff."
"That's why Weasley was called a 'pure-blood traitor' by them." Scott joked and walked to the other side first, "The next step is to install a 'monitoring device'."
George and Fred followed him, proudly saying, "You know, we like the term 'pure-blood traitor'."
Scott said in a chatty tone, "I heard your dad and old Malfoy got into a fight over this at the Flintstones?"
"Oh yes! It's a pity they were thrown away by Hegra when my dad was about to punch old Malfoy in that arrogant face!" Fred was still a little excited about this.
George added: "But they weren't fighting just because of 'pure blood traitors'! My dad and old Malfoy always looked down on each other."
Fred added, "You haven't seen old Malfoy, he's more..."
He thought about it, and he didn't seem to have come up with a suitable adjective. He could only say: "You know, the Malfoys are like that. They are used to looking at people with their two big nostrils."
Scott nodded, "I can see their upbringing from Draco Malfoy."
The reason why he mentioned this was that if things went well in the future, the twins could quickly guess the origin of the diary.
By this time he was standing in front of a window at the end of the corridor.
He pushed open the window sill gently, stuck his head out to look, then turned to George and Fred and said, "Just here, if you hide it outside the window, Filch shouldn't find it and remove it."
"Here?" George also stuck his head out of the window, "Won't it be seen by the people on the ground downstairs?"
"I'll keep them hidden," Scott said.
George asked again: "How are you going to install it? You know, you don't have much place to stay after you climb out of the window!"
"Use a rope."
Scott pulled out a roll of rope and handed one end to George. "You guys help tie this end to the light stand."
Then he estimated the length of the rope and tied it to himself.
When he was finished, George and Fred also tied the rope and pulled hard, and then said to him, "Okay!"
Scott smiled, took out his wand, cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and the rope, and slowly climbed out of the windowsill.
George and Fred were huddled by the window and peered out, though they could no longer see where Scott was.
They lowered their voices to remind.
"be careful!"
"If you accidentally fall, I hope you can remember to cast a floating spell on yourself!"
"do not worry."
Scott rested his feet on the lintel of the window below, relying on the rope attached to him for support.
He took out the periscope he made from the deformed lizard skin bag, carefully compared the position to the outer wall, and then stuck it to the outer wall with a permanent adhesive spell.
Then he glued a small wooden stand to the end of the periscope and put the camera on it.
He shifted his footsteps to the side again, barely leaning behind the camera's lens to take a look.
"good."
Fortunately, the magic lights in the hallway usually don't go out, and the content of the lens he needs is right near the light stand. Although it is still very dim, the pictures that come out should still be barely visible.
The next step is to hide.
He took out a piece of wood again and stuck it to the wall, then applied a polymorph to the piece of wood.
Immediately, the wood turned into rattan, and green leaves grew, enveloping both the periscope and the camera.
"Oh, nice job."
George and Fred watched as the vines spread over the windowsill.
"This is the last."
Scott pulled out another big box of film and two puppets and placed them on the wooden stand where the camera was.
"This is done."
He moved slowly, then crawled back out of the window.
When he untied the rope, George and Fred were still leaning on the window and craned their necks to look at the two little puppets.
"What's that? The puppet taking the picture?"
"They don't seem to move?"
Scott untied the rope from the light stand again, explaining: "They're guys like those pieces of wizard chess that can do some simple moves on command, but I'm going to wait until the news gets out tomorrow morning before sneaking out. Activate them."
"cool!"
George and Fred said in unison.
Scott put away the rope and said to them: "Everything is ready, we can go back. As for the rest, we will see if anyone will destroy our 'message'."
……
Ask for a recommendation ticket
(End of this chapter)
That night, the Scott and Weasley twins waited until after two in the morning to finally see Filch leave on the Marauder's map.
"Oh Merlin! That old bastard Filch is finally gone!" George, who was half-squinted, immediately cheered up and slapped Fred, who was dozing, to wake up.
Scott got up from his chair and picked up the "shock body" he had made.
"Come on, we have to hurry up."
He first lifted the Anti-Disturbance Charm he had placed on the classroom door, then reached out and opened the door while whispering, "George, has Filch returned to his office?"
"Yes, he has returned to his lair." George shook the parchment in his hand.
"Don't worry." Fred yawned, "We are the only ones still moving on the map now."
"very good."
Scott walked out of the empty classroom.
The three turned several corridors and came to the place where Mrs. Norris was petrified.
At this time, the two lines of words on the wall were still shining, reflecting on a large pool of water on the ground.
"Be careful, there's a big pool of water on the ground."
Scott reminded the two behind him.
It's just that his words were just finished, and Fred stepped on the water and slid.
Fortunately, George caught him in time.
"You're so sleepy, Fred!" said George with some schadenfreude.
"Damn it! Filch may be really crazy, he didn't deal with this pool of water." Fred was completely sober now, complaining unhappily.
Scott raised the "shocked body" in his hand and gestured against the wall, trying to find a suitable position.
After finding the position, he asked the other two, "You guys, who will help me hold down this thing?"
"I come!"
Fred stepped forward and stretched out his hand to hold down the twisted lines of wire.
Scott took two steps back and looked, raised his wand, and neatly cast a permanent adhesive spell.
Fred let go of his hand, and the three of them once again admired the rich words in this line, and couldn't help but laugh.
"No matter who the 'heir' is, I'm sure that guy must be mad when he sees it!" Fred exclaimed in amazement.
George said affirmatively, "I think he's going to destroy this thing desperately!"
"I hope so." Scott said with a smile, "We can't be too optimistic. If the other party is too calm, this trial plan will only fail."
George patted him on the shoulder. "You're so humble, Scott. I know those guys well, the pure-blood wizards who put blood above everything else."
Scott nodded and said amusingly, "The Weasleys are probably the pure-blood family that doesn't like to call themselves pure-bloods?"
George said, "Pure-bloods? That's just the opinion of those people. You know, the book "Pure-Blood List" was written by the Knotts, and our family never admitted it. Our ancestors might have hemp. Melon blood."
Fred echoed him immediately, "Yeah, we don't care about that, and my dad likes some Muggle stuff."
"That's why Weasley was called a 'pure-blood traitor' by them." Scott joked and walked to the other side first, "The next step is to install a 'monitoring device'."
George and Fred followed him, proudly saying, "You know, we like the term 'pure-blood traitor'."
Scott said in a chatty tone, "I heard your dad and old Malfoy got into a fight over this at the Flintstones?"
"Oh yes! It's a pity they were thrown away by Hegra when my dad was about to punch old Malfoy in that arrogant face!" Fred was still a little excited about this.
George added: "But they weren't fighting just because of 'pure blood traitors'! My dad and old Malfoy always looked down on each other."
Fred added, "You haven't seen old Malfoy, he's more..."
He thought about it, and he didn't seem to have come up with a suitable adjective. He could only say: "You know, the Malfoys are like that. They are used to looking at people with their two big nostrils."
Scott nodded, "I can see their upbringing from Draco Malfoy."
The reason why he mentioned this was that if things went well in the future, the twins could quickly guess the origin of the diary.
By this time he was standing in front of a window at the end of the corridor.
He pushed open the window sill gently, stuck his head out to look, then turned to George and Fred and said, "Just here, if you hide it outside the window, Filch shouldn't find it and remove it."
"Here?" George also stuck his head out of the window, "Won't it be seen by the people on the ground downstairs?"
"I'll keep them hidden," Scott said.
George asked again: "How are you going to install it? You know, you don't have much place to stay after you climb out of the window!"
"Use a rope."
Scott pulled out a roll of rope and handed one end to George. "You guys help tie this end to the light stand."
Then he estimated the length of the rope and tied it to himself.
When he was finished, George and Fred also tied the rope and pulled hard, and then said to him, "Okay!"
Scott smiled, took out his wand, cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself and the rope, and slowly climbed out of the windowsill.
George and Fred were huddled by the window and peered out, though they could no longer see where Scott was.
They lowered their voices to remind.
"be careful!"
"If you accidentally fall, I hope you can remember to cast a floating spell on yourself!"
"do not worry."
Scott rested his feet on the lintel of the window below, relying on the rope attached to him for support.
He took out the periscope he made from the deformed lizard skin bag, carefully compared the position to the outer wall, and then stuck it to the outer wall with a permanent adhesive spell.
Then he glued a small wooden stand to the end of the periscope and put the camera on it.
He shifted his footsteps to the side again, barely leaning behind the camera's lens to take a look.
"good."
Fortunately, the magic lights in the hallway usually don't go out, and the content of the lens he needs is right near the light stand. Although it is still very dim, the pictures that come out should still be barely visible.
The next step is to hide.
He took out a piece of wood again and stuck it to the wall, then applied a polymorph to the piece of wood.
Immediately, the wood turned into rattan, and green leaves grew, enveloping both the periscope and the camera.
"Oh, nice job."
George and Fred watched as the vines spread over the windowsill.
"This is the last."
Scott pulled out another big box of film and two puppets and placed them on the wooden stand where the camera was.
"This is done."
He moved slowly, then crawled back out of the window.
When he untied the rope, George and Fred were still leaning on the window and craned their necks to look at the two little puppets.
"What's that? The puppet taking the picture?"
"They don't seem to move?"
Scott untied the rope from the light stand again, explaining: "They're guys like those pieces of wizard chess that can do some simple moves on command, but I'm going to wait until the news gets out tomorrow morning before sneaking out. Activate them."
"cool!"
George and Fred said in unison.
Scott put away the rope and said to them: "Everything is ready, we can go back. As for the rest, we will see if anyone will destroy our 'message'."
……
Ask for a recommendation ticket
(End of this chapter)
