Chapter 153 Call me Shadow Prefect

While they were arguing, Roger removed the blood that had not dried on the wall.

"Hermione." Rogge whispered, and everyone looked at him.

"Well, I just want to test what kind of blood this is."

"What kind of blood?" Everyone looked at Rogge strangely. Can this also be tested?

"It's definitely not easy to get so much blood. We don't have the magic to distinguish blood, but Muggles have other ways to identify it. They can analyze what kind of blood it is, and maybe help us find the person who left the writing."

"Muggle?" Everyone was even more puzzled. His suggestion made the whole thing weird and funny.

Hermione never thought that Roger would propose using Muggle technology to solve the problem. Even though she was born in a Muggle family, her year of school life made her more and more inclined to think like a wizard.

Roger's proposal was extremely rare in her opinion, because wizards had always looked down on Muggles, thinking that they were weak and incompetent without magic. Although people rarely use mudblood to insult each other, there is no shortage of invisible discrimination.

Now the other party warned them in blood that the heir of Slytherin had appeared and would eliminate all Muggle-born wizards.

As the shadow prefect of Slytherin and a member of a pure-blood family, Rogge had to rely on the power of Muggles to find the prisoner. This is beyond everyone's expectations!

Everyone looked at Rogge in surprise, why his idea was so different. Regarding this issue, Snape did know some truth. This child has always wanted to use modern Muggle technology to promote changes in the wizarding world.

Last year’s Magical Polaroid was clearly a replica of a Muggle camera. He heard from Madam Jessica at the banquet in the Moon Mirror Hall that Rogge also wanted to create colorful magic photos.

Nowadays, there is no magic to distinguish blood in the wizarding world, and Roger immediately thought of Muggle medical technology. This not only requires the wizard himself to understand all aspects of Muggle technology, but also requires a breakthrough in the way of thinking.

"Hermione's father is a doctor. If you write a letter back, you can detect it quickly." Seeing no one objected, Roger collected the blood on the wall into a test tube and gave it to Hermione.

"I will ask my father to write back as soon as possible." Hermione took the test tube with mixed feelings in her heart. She didn't know if her father could do it, but out of trust in Rogge, she decided to give it a try.

She looked at the test tube in her hand and carefully put it away. If the problem cannot be solved by magic, rely on Muggle medical knowledge to solve it. Once successful, this will undoubtedly have a great impact on the traditional concepts and ways of thinking of wizard society.

Rogge nodded and whispered something in her ear. Hermione looked at him in disbelief and quickly pretended to be nonchalant.

Dumbledore looked at Rogge. He had always advocated equal treatment of wizards and Muggles. But is it really time to welcome Muggle technology into the wizarding world? Are you ready? Dumbledore decided to observe this child again. If this is really going to happen one day in the future, who will push it?

Afterwards, Dumbledore asked the professors to take the students back to rest. Mrs. Norris was carried to the school hospital. Rogge, Malfoy, and Daphne were walking back to Slytherin, and others looked at them intentionally or unintentionally.

"Roger, if it wasn't you, who would it be?" Malfoy asked in a low voice.

"You mean the heir?"

"Yes, that's the one!"

"It's hard to say. If Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets is for his descendants, I guess it's not an accident that this happened this year."

"In other words, the other party is probably a freshman this year?" Daphne quickly reacted and looked back at the freshman. They were stared at by Daphne's sharp eyes and couldn't help but feel scared.

"Let's talk about it when we go back." Rogge and everyone returned to the common room, and everyone looked around at the academy located underground.

If a child lives in such a dark place for a long time, no matter how sunny and optimistic his mentality is, he will become depressed and melancholy. Looking at the giant squid swimming behind the glass, Roger considered whether to take the opportunity to transform Slytherin House.

Wizards are not goblins and goblins and should not live underground. They should live in a tall wizard tower and be able to divine the stars, study magic, and explore the truth at any time.

Others were chattering about what happened just now, and they were all speculating on who was the heir of Slytherin. There are no Muggle-born wizards in the Snake Yard, so everyone is very relaxed.

The ancestors of many people present were married to the Gaunt family, and they consciously or unconsciously demonstrated their noble bloodlines in the conversation. Rogge sneered at this kind of thing. After all, as one of the sacred twenty-eight, Travis had no need to compare this.

"Roger, are there any clues? Is Hermione in danger..." Daphne was a little worried about her. She was the only Muggle-born wizard in the Magic Society. If the legend were true, she would undoubtedly have suffered at the hands of that man.

Roger tapped Daphne on the shoulder and told her not to worry. Then he cleared his throat and turned to look at everyone: "Gentlemen and ladies, please be quiet!"

"First of all, the bloody writing on the wall did not appear out of thin air. I believe it was written by someone. It is a pity that wizards do not have the magic to identify handwriting, otherwise we could welcome the heir of the academy instead of discussing it here Who is the heir?"

Everyone laughed in unison when they heard Rogge's words. If the heir does appear, will they follow each other?

"But it doesn't matter, we can check with each other and see who disappeared at the Halloween party tonight."

"Yes, whoever disappears is the successor!"

The little snakes identified the people around them, and soon came a depressing news. All Slytherin students attended the Halloween party, and no one was absent or left midway.

"Oh, it seems that the descendant of Slytherin is in another college. I guess the other party's vicious hand is not necessarily directed at Muggle-born wizards. After all, they did not choose our college."

"You, you mean us?"

"Could he take action against us?" Several students turned pale.

"No way...he...he is the heir of Slytherin."

"It could also be a witch! Rogge, you mentioned that the other party might be a mixed-race. Is her mother a Muggle?"

"Oh my god, it means she betrayed Slytherin..."

"Now that it's happened, it's obvious! None of us have ever left the auditorium. The murderer is obviously not from our college."

Everyone who was still watching the excitement fell into the ice cave in an instant, and many people remembered the sentence on the wall: "The secret room has been opened. Those who are enemies of the heir, beware!"

Being an enemy of the heir has different views from different perspectives. Everyone had previously agreed that this was a declaration of attack on Muggle-born wizards.

But Rogge's words made them worry about the heir's position, assuming that the other party was contrary to Slytherin's last wish. Then the pure-blood wizard's situation is the most dangerous.

"You are all concerned about the first two sentences, but the last caution is also important."

"Alert?" Everyone fell into deep thought.

Indeed, the word "vigilance" in the last sentence has a profound meaning. It can be interpreted as both an arrogant threat and a reminder. If it was really left by the heir, what kind of mentality did he have when he wrote this sentence?

"Think about it for a moment, if you were the heir of Slytherin, what would you write?" Rogge's reminder made everyone realize that the incident may be far more complicated than it seems. They must look at it from a different perspective and treat every detail carefully.

"If I were the heir, I would definitely not write that the secret room has been opened." Nott said aloud. He had a cold and blew his nose from time to time.

"I will write about the arrival of the heir, and anyone who violates this will be killed."

"Malfoy, what about you?"

"Me?" Malfoy thought for a moment, "Of course it's about expelling Muggles and being pure and eternal."

Listening to everyone's answers, Daphne felt more and more that the bloody writing on the wall didn't look like a death declaration, but more like a reminder: "That's not a threat, but a warning!"

"Yes! Someone discovered the successor of Slytherin, and the Chamber of Secrets was opened. But he or she couldn't say it directly, and had to remind everyone with words in blood." Rogge's reasoning was very rigorous, even if he knew in advance that it was Jin Ni did it, and now she has to convince everyone with reasonable inferences.

"This shows that the cause of the incident is very complicated. We cannot act hastily. Assuming that the other party is here for pure blood, everyone present is in danger. I suggest that after school, everyone should form a group and not be left alone."

"agree!"

"agree!"

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Everyone quickly reached an agreement that when their own safety and interests are involved, the little snakes are more active than anyone else.

"Roger, do you think Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets will be in our college?" Daphne's words created a terrifying atmosphere in the common room shrouded in green light, as if the things in the Chamber of Secrets would appear in the next moment.

"It's hard to say. We were all attending a party in the auditorium that night, and the college also has magic to repel intruders. If the secret room is here, it will definitely not be noticed. We don't know what Slytherin left behind."

Everyone nodded, they suspected that Slytherin left behind a magical magic item that could detect the bloodline of each wizard.

Mr. Filch was absent-minded all day, and stopped patrolling at night. He hangs around the campus hospital every day, accompanying the petrified Mrs. Norris. If he had a choice, he would rather worry about the cost of cat food every day than stand outside and blame himself.

"Why am I a Squib? Which little wizard is taking revenge on me?" Filch wished he was also a wizard and could rescue Loris.

Filch also knew that he was unlovable and that all the little wizards at Hogwarts hated him. But this was his job, and he did nothing wrong.

He also hated those naughty little wizards who ran around, screamed, and fought with each other in the castle every day. Their magic props were thrown around, which was especially annoying to George and Fred.

The prank props in their hands always make a mess in the clean corridor. Filch had to go to great lengths to clean it up again.

After careful consideration, Filch really couldn't bear Loris lying like this. He decided to go find that smart Slytherin student Roger, who must know where the mature mandrakes were. And since he is Snape's student, he can definitely make an antidote.

"Roger, are you free?" One day after class, he stood outside the classroom door and called to Rogge.

"Mr. Filch?" Roger motioned to Daphne and the others to go first, and followed Filch to his office.

"Roger, do you know the whereabouts of the Mandrake?" Filch went directly to the topic.

"Ah? Mr. Filch, haven't you asked the principal?" Rogge was also surprised that Filch would look for him. No matter how he looked at it, Dumbledore was more suitable to help him find mandrakes from outside.

"I asked, and Albus said that mature mandrakes have not been found in the southern hemisphere." Filch looked disappointed and opened the door to invite him in.

"I believe in Hogwarts and the principal. Albus gave me a chance to see the real magical world up close." Filch asked Rogge to sit down, and he sat across from him and slowly stated. , "Kollis is an ordinary cat, and no wizard will go all out to help her find an antidote."

"I'm a squib, and it's not easy to hold the position of administrator." Filch confided his identity to Rogge. He didn't know that Rogge knew it early on.

"I raised Loris from a young age and trained her to be my helper and catch those little wizards who violated school rules. She did a good job and always discovered you before me. She is still with me. I was the one in Huo Gwartz's only companion and family."

"I fish from the Black Lake every day and come back to fry fresh fish for her to eat. Just a few months ago, she tasted cat food." Filch stared at Rogge and sighed: "I She was not blamed for accepting food from strangers.”

"I can see that she is very friendly to you, even chasing you for cat food late at night. I thought that the little wizards in the school are not always so annoying, and there is always someone who can treat Loris well." Filch raised his eyebrows. His tone was firm and self-reproaching.

"She was also very familiar with the castle and would sometimes run out on her own to play. That night, when I got to the scene, she just froze there."

Filch's face was full of sadness, and Roger saw it and felt sorry for poor Filch. Also a Squib, Filch lived a miserable life at Hogwarts. If he had chosen to enter the Muggle world, perhaps life would have been a different story.

"Albus said she was not dead, just petrified, but I still couldn't help crying. Why did I cry? I regard her as a treasure. She is so lively and cute, but now she can only lie motionless in the school hospital!" Filch covered his face and sobbed.

He covered his mouth and apologized to Rogge for his gaffe: "Later, I went to Professor Lockhart for help, and he told me that he was initiating a relationship to find Mandrake. But I know that he was only busy giving gifts to his fans. Send a letter.”

"He patted me on the shoulder and said it was just petrification."

"Petrified!" Filch raised his voice, "I was pushed out of the office like a fool and stood blankly on the corridor. That bastard actually opened his mouth and smiled at me!"

"So I came to you. In order to cure Loris, I must ask Mr. Travis."

After listening to Filch's story, Rogge hesitated: "Before you go to Lockhart, why don't you come to me first?"

"Hmm..." Filch was stunned. He didn't know it himself, maybe because he didn't trust a student enough.

"What do you want from me?" Filch stared at Rogge and begged: "You can tell me whatever you want, but I just ask you to save Loris."

"It's hard for me to do it now." Rogge said with difficulty. "The mandrake planted by Professor Sprout will take a long time to mature..."

"Whatever you want, as long as I have it, I will give it to you. When I patrol at night, I can pretend not to see you." Filch clasped his hands together and humbly prayed to Rogge.

In his eyes, Rogge is an out-and-out Slytherin, and as long as the benefits are sufficient, he can completely impress the other party.

"Filch, we are old friends. I sent you a gift last Christmas, but you didn't even say thank you to me." Rogge sighed.

"I thought you were teasing me." Filch's face turned red. He didn't expect that someone would give him a gift.

"I understand. You are the administrator of the school, and you have the principal as your backer. Every little wizard is afraid of you. You don't need to make friends with little wizards."

"But you come to me now and ask Mr. Travis to find mature mandrakes to help you remove Loris's petrification." Rogge shook his head, his tone was low and magnetic: "In your eyes, this is just A transaction. I'm like a grocer, I can take what you want as long as you pay the price."

"You are not willing to treat me as a friend, and you are not even willing to call me Shadow Prefect."

"What do you want?" Filch looked at Rogge, thinking that the friend in his mouth was just teasing him and trying to raise the price.

"Argus, Argus!" Rogge sighed, "What have I done to make you look down on me so much?"

"If you ask for help as a friend, I will not only do my best to help you find mature mandrakes, but I will not let go of the guy who hurts Loris."

"Friend?" Filch stood up and looked at Rogge carefully.

Seeing that he was not joking but was speaking seriously, Filch bowed his head humbly and gave him a kiss on the hand to express his surrender: "Shadow Prefect."

"Very good." Rogge patted his shoulder with satisfaction, "I will use all my connections to find mature mandrakes, and I will personally help you prepare the antidote."

"As for the guy who petrified Loris, I already have some clues. I may need your help in the future, but it may never come." Rogge's tone was slightly mysterious.

"Thank you, Mr. Travis." Filch devoutly thanked Rogge for his help.

"You're welcome, this is what friends should do." Roger really wanted to put a rose on his chest at this time, so that he could take it out and smell it gently. It has no other effect and looks very high-end.

After leaving Filch's office, he quickly wrote a letter and summoned Thaler. The little guy has grown stronger recently and is much taller than Hedwig, who is also a snowy owl. It now dominates the tower and occupies the best position in the Owlery.

The letter quickly flew to the villa in London, and Jessica placed a small reward in the magical world: a pot of mature mandrake, and the Travis family was willing to pay a thousand galleons to buy it.

For today's Travis family, this money is nothing. But placed in the magical world, it is enough to inspire the enthusiasm of most wizards.

Tens of thousands per day is really stressful. It’s the end of the month and I still have a useless monthly ticket!