Chapter 700 My classmate, where have you been?
The search operation expanded from Hagrid to the Lions, Badgers and Eagles, and even many little snakes joined in.
"Trace appears——" The senior student's spell had no effect, and it seemed that they could only continue to expand the search area.
From the cabin all the way to the Black Lake, there is smoke magic arranged further on.
No matter how old he is, his eyesight is dim and his legs are weak, he should not be able to run inside.
Draco, who didn't know when he came over, smacked his lips and wandered near Ron with a look of gloating on his face.
"Weasley, I'm afraid your little sweetheart has been eaten by something~"
He made a ferocious swallowing gesture, "Just like this, not even the bones are left~"
Ron exploded all of a sudden, waving his fist and trying to hit him in the face.
Fortunately, Harry stopped him in time, otherwise Draco, who had aroused public outrage, would definitely not be able to walk out of the Forbidden Forest standing.
"Oh, take your time and look for it."
If he hadn't run away in a flash, Vincent's slap would not have slowed down.
We searched for the castle, the stadium, and the greenhouse, and it was time for dinner.
The search results were heartbreaking, as no one even found a single hair of Bam Ban.
"Ban Ben, my poor Ben Ban..." Ron slumped down at the dining table, moaning hoarsely and feebly.
Lavender, who was a few seats away, glanced at her from time to time, his face filled with empathy.
After the students had finished comforting Ron one by one, she stood up and handed over a light blue handkerchief.
"Ban Ben must still be alive. Maybe he just got lost and will be back soon."
"Thank you." Ron picked up the handkerchief to wipe away his tears and nose, and was stunned when he looked up and saw Lavender.
The two of them couldn't be said to have any friendship, and they even disliked each other a little.
Everyone knows that Ron and Bam-Ban have a deep relationship, and Lavender is actually not a picky little girl.
"Yes... I'm sorry." Ron put away the handkerchief in a hurry, "I will definitely wash it and return it to you."
Lavender smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I am lucky to have a master like you."
Binky, the rabbit she had just raised during the summer vacation, had just been bitten to death by a fox, and her condition at the time was even worse than Ron's.
The Forbidden Forest is full of dangers, and no news is the best news.
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outside the castle,
Vincent and Hermione activated the time-turner at the same time.
Five hours ago, the Care of Magical Creatures class happened to have just ended.
The two of them put on the Disillusionment Charm and quietly stared at Ron from left to right.
He was sullenly stroking a gryphon cub, and kept denouncing Snape's perverted behavior.
The entire Hogwarts knew that Ron Weasley was most afraid of spiders, and this sinister old bat actually asked him to use a wooden bucket to collect the venom of the Acromantula.
Although the little spiders in the office don't seem to be aggressive, I only collected a few after working all day.
"Damn Snape, he actually wants us to continue loading those damn things tomorrow..."
Harry's expression was no better.
Although I am not very afraid of spiders, I feel like those eight fluffy legs are digging into my clothes...
It is sour and stimulating, and its refreshing effect is far better than that of Baffy's brain-refreshing agent.
It's time to finish class by arranging the feathers on the hippogriff cub.
Cute animals can cure all negative conditions, it's just because of Snape's profound skills.
The two returned the cub to Hagrid, turned around and saw Vincent walking deeper into the Forbidden Forest.
"Is he going to find Jomgand and the others?"
"probably."
Harry suddenly became energetic and said, "Let's go there too. It just so happens that I haven't been to see Xiao Hei for a while."
Ron twitched his lips and said, "That big black dog will just kiss you. I won't even touch its head even if I want to."
As soon as he finished speaking, a small black thing jumped from his pocket to the ground.
Vincent and Hermione, who were hiding, recognized Bam at a glance.
It seemed to be frightened and disappeared.
Vincent quickly chased after the small black dot in the distance until he chased into the castle and completely lost his direction.
When Hermione ran in, he picked up his wand and spoke the tracking charm.
"Trace appears——"
Nothing happens.
"Uh... traces appear——"
Still no response.
Vincent shook his sturdy alder wand and waited patiently for the students to come upstairs.
"Trace appears!"
Still no response.
Hermione also raised her newly repaired wand.
Just like him, there was no reaction even if Bamban had just lost track of him.
One or two little wizards are just accidental, but if the whole school is like this, there will be problems.
Vincent looked at a corner of the ceiling, "Did Dumbledore set an anti-tracking spell?"
Hermione motioned for him to step back and spoke the spell towards where he had been standing.
This time, a silver strip of light extended over, knocking Vincent out of his wits on the spot.
"Is this... could it be that Ben Ban has become a spirit?"
Stepping back further, the light bar of the tracking spell immediately followed.
The same goes for retreating to the auditorium, and the same goes for going up to the second floor.
After all, it is a mouse that has lived for 12 years, so there is still a possibility that it will be affected by some magic over the years.
If the tracking spell doesn't work, then you can only use traditional methods.
It was after dinner again.
The students discover a new notice posted on the bulletin board in the Court of Owls club room.
"Dear teachers and students of Hogwarts:
Please help find the pet rat Bamban.
The president is well rewarded;
The following are the physical features..."
Ben Ben is no different from other mice, except for the fact that he is missing a finger on his right forelimb.
Of course, if you catch a random mouse and chop off its fingers to claim the reward, you will be permanently banned from the Gwent and Alchemy stores under Wayne Enterprises.
As for the so-called reward...
Vincent glanced at the Black Swan Club opposite, which had been renovated countless times.
Draco sat in front of the large luxurious oak round table, holding a cup of steaming black tea in his hand, feeling indescribably comfortable.
This guy has no sympathy, has a bad mouth, and even rubs salt into Ron's wounds.
After just one afternoon's performance, Master Malfoy has disgusted many students, and there is a slight tendency to become the public enemy of the whole school.
I believe that no student can refuse the opportunity to beat him up.
There was not a moment's silence for Draco, and Vincent joined the students in another search.
Time passed by, but there was still no trace of Bamban.
It seemed to have disappeared from Hogwarts, or hidden in some unknown corner.
"Let's go back too." Harry hugged Ron back to the dormitory.
He was almost falling apart from exhaustion, but Ron was still mumbling: "Bless Merlin, Ben Ben, you must be well..."
Many students saw his desolate back and subconsciously clenched their fists.
It's just a mouse, how could it just disappear after saying it's not there?
Even if it is eaten by some ferocious beast, it must be excreted after digestion.
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