Chapter 183 Theft
In the hall, beds were laid on the floor, snoring was everywhere. Hogwarts students were placed here to spend the night to avoid possible danger.
There was a thunderstorm outside, and a dark shadow broke through the wind and rain and suddenly flew in from the window.
Creak! The strong wind shook the window.
I was startled, I thought the door was open... Meka Anders looked back and saw this scene, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
He took off his robe, shook off the raindrops, wiped his wet hair, and then put the robe into the gold-thread bag.
After doing this, Meka found his bed and lay down in the quilt.
Not long after, creak, the door of the hall should be opened this time.
Meka raised his eyes from the quilt and looked at Harry next to him. Harry's quilt shook, as if he was awakened by the sound.
"I searched the Astronomy Tower and the Owlery." It was Filch's voice, "but there was nothing there, Headmaster."
Professor Flitwick said, "I checked the abandoned classrooms as well, and everything was as usual."
"Very good." Professor Dumbledore responded, "Severus, where are you?"
Professor Snape said, "The basement is also safe."
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The night of terror ended the next day.
Professor Lupin of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was absent for some reason, and Professor Snape took over the class, talking about the various characteristics of nocturnal animals such as werewolves.
After class, Hermione came out of the classroom, followed Harry and the others angrily, without saying a word.
Harry seemed to have noticed this situation, and turned around to ask her, "Are you still angry?"
Hermione recalled the scene just now, feeling aggrieved and angry, and said:
"It was obviously the question I answered, but Professor Snape gave the credits to Malfoy and accused me of speaking without permission... I just think this is unfair."
"This is not unfair." A voice suddenly came from behind.
Hermione turned around and saw Malfoy with a sarcastic smile on his face. He said:
"This is the difference between mudbloods and purebloods. Mudbloods never know how to be polite."
"Hahaha..." As soon as he finished speaking, he and several students wearing Slytherin clothes laughed and left.
What a disgusting person... Hermione frowned, her heart was churning, and she gritted her teeth, wanting to bite him viciously.
"What a person!" Ron spat at Malfoy's back, and then comforted her,
"Don't be angry with such a person, it's not worth it. Why not think about what delicious food you can eat later, that will make you feel better."
I'm not a foodie. If I can solve the problem by eating, that would be great... Hermione nodded sullenly.
Before we arrived at the hall, we could smell the wheat aroma of bread.
Are you having toast for lunch today? It would be nice if I could have some jam, but not the canned cold tomatoes with bread last time... Hermione thought to herself, smelling the smell of the food, and she was indeed in a better mood.
This made her doubt the conclusion she had just drawn. Could it be that she was actually a foodie?
A few people sat down, and while eating bread, Hermione took out the newly arrived Wizard Prophecy Daily.
What caught people's eyes was still the wanted poster of Sirius Black.
"It must be him who did it last night..." Hermione thought to herself, taking a bite of bread.
The sweetness of wheat and jam wrapped together and exploded on the tip of her tongue, which made her squint unconsciously.
Delicious.
She turned to the second page again and saw a self-portrait that was somewhat similar to Professor Flitwick. It seemed that he was also a wizard with fairy blood, which made her interested.
On the right side of the self-portrait, there was an introduction:
"The British Magic Museum was stolen. The thief may be an Albanian prisoner who sneaked into the UK half a month ago.
It is reported that the stolen item is a self-portrait of Bissia, a famous fairy half-blood wizard in the last century. It is attached with a strange spell, which is suspected to be a variant of the traceless extension spell, and it has not been cracked yet..."
Half-blood fairy wizard? As expected, I guessed it right. However, a variant spell similar to the Traceless Stretch Charm is hidden in a painting? ... Hermione continued to read while eating bread.
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Professor Snape's office, potion studio.
Click, when the door closed, Meka glanced at the window in the studio and saw Professor Snape's figure going away.
"Finally gone."
He smiled, took out a gold-rimmed bag from his arms, and took out some bottles and jars from the bag, as well as a Niffler who was happily chewing bread.
"Okay, it's time to work after eating."
Meka grabbed the Niffler, ignoring its angry look because of the bread falling, gave it a needle to draw blood, and put it back.
It immediately shook its butt again, picked up the bread and chewed it, and seemed to be addicted to the deliciousness of the bread again.
"What a silly little thing..." Meka shook his head and laughed.
He prepared several bottles of rust remover as backup, took out one of them, and started the experiment that was almost successful.
Tick-tock, the ancient clock on the wall was ringing.
Time passed little by little.
When the sunlight on the table turned into sunset red, Meka took a deep breath, calmed the surging blood in his body, and then dripped the rust remover with Sniff blood on the rusty iron sheet on the table.
Sizzle!
It was like the collision of water and hot oil. In Meka's eyes, the iron sheet suddenly unfolded with fiery red lines, like a net covering all the rusty places.
The next moment,
Whoosh! The flame flashed away.
The rust on it was erased bit by bit in a matter of moments, and dissipated along with the last wisp of white smoke from the flame.
The rust-free iron piece became smooth and clean, vaguely revealing Meka's own face.
"I didn't expect to succeed on the thirteenth time. I thought I would have to try at least fifty or sixty times..."
Meka happily picked up the piece of iron and felt the warmth left by the flame. He looked at it in the mirror, then laughed, put away the bottles, and instead took out a notebook and a quill. .
Next, as long as you recall the entire process, record the experimental process, experimental elements, and conclusions one by one, and write a decent paper, then you can submit it to Ahvaz.
Oh, I guess I can fulfill my last wish tonight, or tomorrow morning at the latest... Meka raised his head and looked out the window, it was already dark.
He turned on the light above his head and bent down at his desk to record the results of his experiment.
But after a while, click, the door outside opened.
"Professor Snape is back? It's a pity that I will finish writing in a while...Forget it, I'm hungry now anyway, let's eat first."
Meka quickly put away the things that shouldn't be here, took out the potions homework done on the table, and handed it to Professor Snape.
Then left the office.
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At night, Meka finished the remaining work in the auditorium. He picked up the densely written manuscript, dried the ink on it, and smiled:
"Finally done."
"What's done?" Ron suddenly came over.
"It's nothing." Meka put away the manuscript without leaving a trace, put it in his arms, and changed the topic: "What should I say tonight? Can't I go back to the dormitory?"
Ron scratched his head: "I don't know..."
"Still spending the night here..." Hermione took over, "No, Professor McGonagall is here, probably to turn off the lights."
Not long after, the lights in the auditorium went out and it became dark.
Meka lay on the bed, holding the old pair of square glasses in her hands, and soon fell asleep amidst the whispers around her.
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