Chapter 57 Night Tours Are Addictive
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Qing Mo Da Xian
At first, the fat lady thought that the three children who went out for a walk every night would at most just stroll around the castle and have some supper.
Anyway, she often goes out to visit, so she just turns a blind eye.
But today, Vincent, known as an outstanding student of Gryffindor, went out with a little girl under her nose.
"Merlin's beard, could it be a date?"
When she realized it, the two figures had already disappeared in the corridor on the eighth floor.
"I hope that scene won't happen again..."
The fat lady murmured for a while, then suddenly disappeared from the portrait.
The gatekeeper of Gryffindor went to visit other portraits again.
……
……
astronomy tower.
Vincent, who was blowing the night breeze, regretted it.
Miss Granger, who was usually serious and always said that she couldn't break the school rules, actually became more and more excited.
This is not a good sign.
He knew too well what would happen to this kind of person who often suppressed his emotions and couldn't get vent, if he had the opportunity to be unrestrained.
He was like that for the 11 years before he came to Hogwarts.
"Don't yell, it will bring Filch over."
Hermione at the side of the tower stared back, "I wouldn't do such childish things."
Vincent shrugged, "This place is pretty good, but it's easy to catch a cold after staying for a long time."
She straightened her hair, which was blown even more messy by the wind, "The next place."
"Oh."
The entrance to the Ravenclaw dormitory on the eighth floor.
"A Squib a wizard or a Muggle?"
"Muggles."
"mistake."
"Then the wizard."
"mistake."
Hermione, who failed twice in a row, was not at all discouraged, "Neither of them!"
"Click-"
The dormitory door opened a gap.
She closed the door gently with pride on her face.
"What can turn black into white?"
"magic."
"mistake."
"Decolorizer."
"mistake."
Hermione frowned slightly, "Paint."
"mistake."
Just when she started to think hard, Vincent, who couldn't stand it anymore, answered this question.
"language."
"Click-"
With a look of resentment and dissatisfaction, he naturally closed the door.
"It will give questions other than magic from time to time."
"That's why I will continue."
The eagle-shaped door knocker asks itself the next question, "Where does King's Cross lead?"
Just as Hermione was about to say the word "magic", she was dragged away by the impatient Vincent.
"Hey, you want me to answer three more questions."
"It's one o'clock in the morning, and I'm going to go back to sleep after supper."
"Supper?" She shook off the big hand holding her arm, "You mean there is a kitchen in the school?"
"if not?
Do you think the food in the castle is made by magic? "
Hermione, who was not at all embarrassed, turned her little head to the other side, "Didn't you consider disturbing the chef?"
"Then don't eat."
Vincent turned around suddenly, "Apart from the two dormitories on the eighth floor, there are only Professor Flitwick's office and divination classroom.
Which one do you want to go to? "
"Never go."
"Oh, there's an empty classroom and boys' bathroom on the seventh floor.
Which one do you want to go to? "
Hermione turned her little head back, gritted her teeth and said, "Eat supper."
"No problem." Vincent smiled and walked down the steps.
After playing beanbags for so long, it would be a lie to say that I am not hungry.
"Aren't you scared of Filch and Peeves? I hear they're going to be all over the castle—"
Seeing Vincent tap his forehead with his fingertips confidently, Hermione immediately understood that the deterrent power of these two to the students was only relative.
"Filch has been patrolling the corridors on the fourth floor since school started.
As for Peeves, you should know that the swear words on the blackboard in the classroom are not written by magic. "
Hermione, who felt that she had asked an idiotic question, turned her head again and let out an extremely faint hum.
Vincent, who thought he could hear very well, just quietly speeded up the stairs when he heard it.
"Stingy..."
He also heard the broken thoughts from behind.
Relying on their familiarity with the castle, even if they didn't go back to get the Marauder's Map, the two of them would be able to get to the fruit portrait outside the kitchen without any problems.
Vincent stretched out his hand and scratched the pear, and held the doorknob that appeared suddenly while laughing.
"Come in." He opened the portrait door in a gentlemanly manner.
Hermione had no intention of cooperating.
Before she walked in on her own, she raised her face and gave him a blank look.
"Click—" Vincent who followed behind closed the door.
Without too much explanation, she could see the function of the four long tables at a glance.
"Good evening, Mr. Wayne."
She followed the voice and found that it was several house elves in shabby clothes.
"Good evening, Papa."
Vincent sat down in the old seat with ease, "By the way, she is Hermione——Hermione Granger."
Papa shrugged her drooping bat ears, "Papa knows about Miss Granger, and Papa also moved her luggage into the dormitory."
Hermione's expression was extremely rich at this moment.
It only took a short time to go from the original confusion to the shock, and then to the current anger.
"Hermione?"
She looked sideways at Vincent, "Do you think this is fair?"
"We can only accept whether it is fair or not."
House-elves fared worse in the wizarding world, sometimes even than ordinary livestock.
Vincent pointed to Papa, and the slightly frightened elves behind him.
"Here at Hogwarts, they can at least have a piece of clothing that is worn out but not dirty.
If they stay in a wizarding family like Malfoy, they can only live like slaves. "
Shocked, Hermione pursed her lips tightly. .seven
Not only could she not accept that the school would be "squeezing" the house-elves like other places, but she could not accept that she had become an "accomplice" without knowing it.
"I know it's abnormal, but there are far too many abnormal things in the wizarding world to count."
Vincent, who was as optimistic as possible, drew out his wand, "Without it, wizards cannot use more powerful magic.
What do you think it would take to make it? "
Hermione knew what he wanted to say.
Without the efforts of ancient wizards, the wizarding world would never have become what it is now.
It might be better, it might be worse.
She stroked her vinewood wand.
Inside, there is a fire dragon's heart nerve as the core of the stick.
Even Ollivander, who made it, probably didn't know whether it was a natural death or an unnatural death.
"Because I saw it, I couldn't pretend I didn't see it."
Vincent showed such a look.
Vinewood owners are almost always wizards of lofty aspirations, with vision beyond the ordinary, always surprising friends who think they know them.
Wands made of dragon heart nerves usually have better learning ability than other types of wands.
But it is extremely fickle and the easiest to adapt to the dark arts.
Although Hermione calmed down at this moment, her stubbornness did not diminish by half.
……
……
Anyway, she often goes out to visit, so she just turns a blind eye.
But today, Vincent, known as an outstanding student of Gryffindor, went out with a little girl under her nose.
"Merlin's beard, could it be a date?"
When she realized it, the two figures had already disappeared in the corridor on the eighth floor.
"I hope that scene won't happen again..."
The fat lady murmured for a while, then suddenly disappeared from the portrait.
The gatekeeper of Gryffindor went to visit other portraits again.
……
……
astronomy tower.
Vincent, who was blowing the night breeze, regretted it.
Miss Granger, who was usually serious and always said that she couldn't break the school rules, actually became more and more excited.
This is not a good sign.
He knew too well what would happen to this kind of person who often suppressed his emotions and couldn't get vent, if he had the opportunity to be unrestrained.
He was like that for the 11 years before he came to Hogwarts.
"Don't yell, it will bring Filch over."
Hermione at the side of the tower stared back, "I wouldn't do such childish things."
Vincent shrugged, "This place is pretty good, but it's easy to catch a cold after staying for a long time."
She straightened her hair, which was blown even more messy by the wind, "The next place."
"Oh."
The entrance to the Ravenclaw dormitory on the eighth floor.
"A Squib a wizard or a Muggle?"
"Muggles."
"mistake."
"Then the wizard."
"mistake."
Hermione, who failed twice in a row, was not at all discouraged, "Neither of them!"
"Click-"
The dormitory door opened a gap.
She closed the door gently with pride on her face.
"What can turn black into white?"
"magic."
"mistake."
"Decolorizer."
"mistake."
Hermione frowned slightly, "Paint."
"mistake."
Just when she started to think hard, Vincent, who couldn't stand it anymore, answered this question.
"language."
"Click-"
With a look of resentment and dissatisfaction, he naturally closed the door.
"It will give questions other than magic from time to time."
"That's why I will continue."
The eagle-shaped door knocker asks itself the next question, "Where does King's Cross lead?"
Just as Hermione was about to say the word "magic", she was dragged away by the impatient Vincent.
"Hey, you want me to answer three more questions."
"It's one o'clock in the morning, and I'm going to go back to sleep after supper."
"Supper?" She shook off the big hand holding her arm, "You mean there is a kitchen in the school?"
"if not?
Do you think the food in the castle is made by magic? "
Hermione, who was not at all embarrassed, turned her little head to the other side, "Didn't you consider disturbing the chef?"
"Then don't eat."
Vincent turned around suddenly, "Apart from the two dormitories on the eighth floor, there are only Professor Flitwick's office and divination classroom.
Which one do you want to go to? "
"Never go."
"Oh, there's an empty classroom and boys' bathroom on the seventh floor.
Which one do you want to go to? "
Hermione turned her little head back, gritted her teeth and said, "Eat supper."
"No problem." Vincent smiled and walked down the steps.
After playing beanbags for so long, it would be a lie to say that I am not hungry.
"Aren't you scared of Filch and Peeves? I hear they're going to be all over the castle—"
Seeing Vincent tap his forehead with his fingertips confidently, Hermione immediately understood that the deterrent power of these two to the students was only relative.
"Filch has been patrolling the corridors on the fourth floor since school started.
As for Peeves, you should know that the swear words on the blackboard in the classroom are not written by magic. "
Hermione, who felt that she had asked an idiotic question, turned her head again and let out an extremely faint hum.
Vincent, who thought he could hear very well, just quietly speeded up the stairs when he heard it.
"Stingy..."
He also heard the broken thoughts from behind.
Relying on their familiarity with the castle, even if they didn't go back to get the Marauder's Map, the two of them would be able to get to the fruit portrait outside the kitchen without any problems.
Vincent stretched out his hand and scratched the pear, and held the doorknob that appeared suddenly while laughing.
"Come in." He opened the portrait door in a gentlemanly manner.
Hermione had no intention of cooperating.
Before she walked in on her own, she raised her face and gave him a blank look.
"Click—" Vincent who followed behind closed the door.
Without too much explanation, she could see the function of the four long tables at a glance.
"Good evening, Mr. Wayne."
She followed the voice and found that it was several house elves in shabby clothes.
"Good evening, Papa."
Vincent sat down in the old seat with ease, "By the way, she is Hermione——Hermione Granger."
Papa shrugged her drooping bat ears, "Papa knows about Miss Granger, and Papa also moved her luggage into the dormitory."
Hermione's expression was extremely rich at this moment.
It only took a short time to go from the original confusion to the shock, and then to the current anger.
"Hermione?"
She looked sideways at Vincent, "Do you think this is fair?"
"We can only accept whether it is fair or not."
House-elves fared worse in the wizarding world, sometimes even than ordinary livestock.
Vincent pointed to Papa, and the slightly frightened elves behind him.
"Here at Hogwarts, they can at least have a piece of clothing that is worn out but not dirty.
If they stay in a wizarding family like Malfoy, they can only live like slaves. "
Shocked, Hermione pursed her lips tightly. .seven
Not only could she not accept that the school would be "squeezing" the house-elves like other places, but she could not accept that she had become an "accomplice" without knowing it.
"I know it's abnormal, but there are far too many abnormal things in the wizarding world to count."
Vincent, who was as optimistic as possible, drew out his wand, "Without it, wizards cannot use more powerful magic.
What do you think it would take to make it? "
Hermione knew what he wanted to say.
Without the efforts of ancient wizards, the wizarding world would never have become what it is now.
It might be better, it might be worse.
She stroked her vinewood wand.
Inside, there is a fire dragon's heart nerve as the core of the stick.
Even Ollivander, who made it, probably didn't know whether it was a natural death or an unnatural death.
"Because I saw it, I couldn't pretend I didn't see it."
Vincent showed such a look.
Vinewood owners are almost always wizards of lofty aspirations, with vision beyond the ordinary, always surprising friends who think they know them.
Wands made of dragon heart nerves usually have better learning ability than other types of wands.
But it is extremely fickle and the easiest to adapt to the dark arts.
Although Hermione calmed down at this moment, her stubbornness did not diminish by half.
……
……
