Chapter 576 You are really advanced in cursing people now, take a risk
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Draco, are you interested in an adventure?" John said looking at the quiet riverside in the painting.
"Adventure?" Malfoy asked with a strange expression, "I thought only Gryffindors would take risks in school."
"Uh... Draco, you are really advanced in cursing people now."
John couldn't help but turn dark.
He was beginning to worry that if Malfoy continued to develop at this level, he suspected that the entire wizarding world would be hated by Malfoy.
"Our first stop, Gryffindor Tower."
John snapped his fingers, hung up all the paintings, and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.
Malfoy had to follow.
Go to Gryffindor Tower.
The Fat Lady was dozing off.
Now the little lion is much more peaceful, and even Harry Potter, who is famous for his prickly head, didn't slip out at night.
After all, he saw with his own eyes how Filch kicked a giant into the air.
Harry, a man of affairs, didn't think he was physically as strong as a giant.
In a daze, the fat lady saw someone coming.
"Password." She muttered angrily.
The dazzling light hit her face and woke her up directly.
Blocking the light that pierced her eyes with her hands, she saw two people.
"What a foolish little wizard," she said angrily, "take the wand away, I'm going to be angry."
"Sorry, Fat Lady."
John asked Malfoy to remove his wand, and smiled; "I have something to ask you."
"John Wick?" The Fat Lady screamed, turned her head and took off the mirror in the frame next door, and carefully looked at her makeup.
"Yes, Fat Lady," John asked politely, "I would like to know more about the painting by the river in Ravenclaw Tower."
"The painting by the river?" After confirming that she was flawless, the fat lady grabbed the mirror and asked doubtfully, "You mean the painting with no one there?"
"Correct."
"That's been around for a long time," said the Fat Lady. "It's probably the first Hogwarts painting."
"Some people say that it is the painting of the four founders, who is it, you have to ask Violet, she is downstairs, it is a crumpled painting."
The Fat Lady said to John, "But she might be drunk."
"Thank you for your help, Fat Lady."
"I should thank you, you helped me repair the canvas." The fat lady raised an eyebrow at John.
In third year, Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, tried to break into the Gryffindor common room.
At that time, he was still a wanted criminal, so the fat lady would naturally not open the door.
So scratched by Sirius a few times, the canvas was damaged.
John happened to brush level alchemy, so he fixed it for the fat lady.
At the same time, he also wanted to take the opportunity to study these moving portraits.
I didn't expect the fat lady to remember it until now.
John was cold, coughed twice, and said without changing his face: "Draco, let's go find Violet."
Malfoy was a little sleepy, took a breath, and complained: "Why did we come out in the middle of the night to find some paintings."
"Then you are willing to go back and be hung up?"
"Then let's find Violet."
Malfoy felt that he might get brain congested if he hung it up all night, so he chose to find a painting.
The two walked from the eighth floor to the seventh floor, and found Violet in the portrait in the corridor.
It was a drunken witch, and there were barrels and bottles scattered in the painting.
"She slept worse than Crabbe," Malfoy said.
John pulled Malfoy's wand at the figure in the painting, and the witch named Violet was made uncomfortably drunk by the light, and then turned her face away.
"It seems that we have to change the method." Seeing that he couldn't wake up, John was going to change to something rough.
With a snap of his fingers, Violet's picture frame flew up.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of shaking, causing the wine bottles and barrels inside to roll and collide continuously.
Then Violet woke up, screaming in terror.
"How is this going?"
Seeing that she was awake, John let the picture frame fly back and hang it up.
"Hi Ms. Violet," John smiled as if he didn't do it just now, "I have something to ask you."
"Oh, Merlin's beard." Violet sat on the ground and covered her head hit by the bottle, "you can't be so rough."
"I'll educate him," John said, pointing to Malfoy, "he knows he's wrong."
Malfoy: "?" What's wrong with me.
Finally John got another name from Violet's lips.
Albert Waughlin.
This is also a celebrity, the author of the book "Principles of Magic".
When John found it, the wig-wearing wizard in the portrait wasn't sleeping like the other portraits.
Instead, he ran to another painting and expressed emotion.
"The moon is always beautiful. I prefer to be in the dark because it will give me plenty of inspiration."
Perhaps this is a common problem of creators.
"That painting?" said Albert Waughlin, leaning against the frame. "It's been a long time. It's Rowena Ravenclaw's hometown."
"A quiet riverside. It is said that there should be a girl in this painting, but that girl ran away from home and never appeared again."
"Girl?" John was taken aback, "Who is that?"
"Maybe Ravenclaw's daughter," said Albert Waughlin. "Ravenclaw died from an illness, historians speculate, because she lost her daughter."
The four founders of Hogwarts were all powerful wizards, and Rowena Ravenclaw was the wisest witch.
If a disease took her away, she would probably need to be very weak.
"A wise man never falls in love," John murmured.
Not only the love between men and women, but also the love for her daughter made this witch weak.
After thanking Albert Waughlin, John made his way to the Slytherin common room.
"Are we going back?"
"I think I can ask an acquaintance."
John saw Malfoy, whose eyelids were fighting, and said, "I don't think Daphne is still waiting for you now."
"That would be great." Malfoy was sleepy.
I have to go to class the next day. This state is not good.
"Strength comes first."
After saying the password, he walked back into the Slytherin common room.
John turned the corner, and he came to a corridor.
Here, he saw the bloody Baron floating there motionless.
"Admiring the moonlight?"
"No, I'm remembering."
Bloody Barrow noticed John, and the ghost with silver bloodstains on his body said, "I thought you would come to me."
"You really can't hide the Hogwarts incident from you." John was very curious about the intelligence capabilities of the bloody Barrow.
"Sir Cadogan likes to wander around," Bloody Barrow said without changing his expression. "He has a big mouth."
"Well, I should have thought of that."
John shrugged and asked, "So you know what I'm going to ask?"
"Rowena Ravenclaw," Bloody Baron said in a low voice, "her daughter."
"It seems that you know." John saw his expression become heavy.
Bloody Baro nodded, and said in a low voice, "Unforgettable."
"It's me, kill her." When the blood man Baro said this, the ghost's body seemed to be trembling.
"She, like Rowena Ravenclaw, seeks wisdom."
"In order to become smarter than my mother, she took away Ravenclaw's crown. Ravenclaw, who missed her daughter, found me and asked me to go after her."
The story is full of twists and turns, but very bizarre.
Bloody Barrow was once a nobleman, Sir Barrow with powerful magic.
He had always been in love with Ravenclaw's daughter and found her in Albania.
The two had a dispute, and Barrow expressed his love to her but was rejected.
Barrow was overwhelmed with anger, and he stabbed his beloved woman to death.
After waking up, Barrow regretted so much that he ended his life and became the bloody Barrow of Hogwarts.
"Ravenclaw didn't see her daughter Helena for the last time, and she seemed to have something to say to her before she died."
The bloody Baro's body gradually disappeared.
"That painting was painted by Rowena Ravenclaw for her daughter. Because Helena hated it, she drove the inner self away, which also made Ravenclaw weaker and weaker."
"They would spend time there together when Helena was little, and as Ravenclaw got busy, they never went to that riverside again."
The ghost disappeared.
John stood there thinking.
"A Ravenclaw seeking wisdom."
He stood where the bloody Barrow was just now and looked over, where Ms. Gray was sitting.
...
"Adventure?" Malfoy asked with a strange expression, "I thought only Gryffindors would take risks in school."
"Uh... Draco, you are really advanced in cursing people now."
John couldn't help but turn dark.
He was beginning to worry that if Malfoy continued to develop at this level, he suspected that the entire wizarding world would be hated by Malfoy.
"Our first stop, Gryffindor Tower."
John snapped his fingers, hung up all the paintings, and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.
Malfoy had to follow.
Go to Gryffindor Tower.
The Fat Lady was dozing off.
Now the little lion is much more peaceful, and even Harry Potter, who is famous for his prickly head, didn't slip out at night.
After all, he saw with his own eyes how Filch kicked a giant into the air.
Harry, a man of affairs, didn't think he was physically as strong as a giant.
In a daze, the fat lady saw someone coming.
"Password." She muttered angrily.
The dazzling light hit her face and woke her up directly.
Blocking the light that pierced her eyes with her hands, she saw two people.
"What a foolish little wizard," she said angrily, "take the wand away, I'm going to be angry."
"Sorry, Fat Lady."
John asked Malfoy to remove his wand, and smiled; "I have something to ask you."
"John Wick?" The Fat Lady screamed, turned her head and took off the mirror in the frame next door, and carefully looked at her makeup.
"Yes, Fat Lady," John asked politely, "I would like to know more about the painting by the river in Ravenclaw Tower."
"The painting by the river?" After confirming that she was flawless, the fat lady grabbed the mirror and asked doubtfully, "You mean the painting with no one there?"
"Correct."
"That's been around for a long time," said the Fat Lady. "It's probably the first Hogwarts painting."
"Some people say that it is the painting of the four founders, who is it, you have to ask Violet, she is downstairs, it is a crumpled painting."
The Fat Lady said to John, "But she might be drunk."
"Thank you for your help, Fat Lady."
"I should thank you, you helped me repair the canvas." The fat lady raised an eyebrow at John.
In third year, Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, tried to break into the Gryffindor common room.
At that time, he was still a wanted criminal, so the fat lady would naturally not open the door.
So scratched by Sirius a few times, the canvas was damaged.
John happened to brush level alchemy, so he fixed it for the fat lady.
At the same time, he also wanted to take the opportunity to study these moving portraits.
I didn't expect the fat lady to remember it until now.
John was cold, coughed twice, and said without changing his face: "Draco, let's go find Violet."
Malfoy was a little sleepy, took a breath, and complained: "Why did we come out in the middle of the night to find some paintings."
"Then you are willing to go back and be hung up?"
"Then let's find Violet."
Malfoy felt that he might get brain congested if he hung it up all night, so he chose to find a painting.
The two walked from the eighth floor to the seventh floor, and found Violet in the portrait in the corridor.
It was a drunken witch, and there were barrels and bottles scattered in the painting.
"She slept worse than Crabbe," Malfoy said.
John pulled Malfoy's wand at the figure in the painting, and the witch named Violet was made uncomfortably drunk by the light, and then turned her face away.
"It seems that we have to change the method." Seeing that he couldn't wake up, John was going to change to something rough.
With a snap of his fingers, Violet's picture frame flew up.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of shaking, causing the wine bottles and barrels inside to roll and collide continuously.
Then Violet woke up, screaming in terror.
"How is this going?"
Seeing that she was awake, John let the picture frame fly back and hang it up.
"Hi Ms. Violet," John smiled as if he didn't do it just now, "I have something to ask you."
"Oh, Merlin's beard." Violet sat on the ground and covered her head hit by the bottle, "you can't be so rough."
"I'll educate him," John said, pointing to Malfoy, "he knows he's wrong."
Malfoy: "?" What's wrong with me.
Finally John got another name from Violet's lips.
Albert Waughlin.
This is also a celebrity, the author of the book "Principles of Magic".
When John found it, the wig-wearing wizard in the portrait wasn't sleeping like the other portraits.
Instead, he ran to another painting and expressed emotion.
"The moon is always beautiful. I prefer to be in the dark because it will give me plenty of inspiration."
Perhaps this is a common problem of creators.
"That painting?" said Albert Waughlin, leaning against the frame. "It's been a long time. It's Rowena Ravenclaw's hometown."
"A quiet riverside. It is said that there should be a girl in this painting, but that girl ran away from home and never appeared again."
"Girl?" John was taken aback, "Who is that?"
"Maybe Ravenclaw's daughter," said Albert Waughlin. "Ravenclaw died from an illness, historians speculate, because she lost her daughter."
The four founders of Hogwarts were all powerful wizards, and Rowena Ravenclaw was the wisest witch.
If a disease took her away, she would probably need to be very weak.
"A wise man never falls in love," John murmured.
Not only the love between men and women, but also the love for her daughter made this witch weak.
After thanking Albert Waughlin, John made his way to the Slytherin common room.
"Are we going back?"
"I think I can ask an acquaintance."
John saw Malfoy, whose eyelids were fighting, and said, "I don't think Daphne is still waiting for you now."
"That would be great." Malfoy was sleepy.
I have to go to class the next day. This state is not good.
"Strength comes first."
After saying the password, he walked back into the Slytherin common room.
John turned the corner, and he came to a corridor.
Here, he saw the bloody Baron floating there motionless.
"Admiring the moonlight?"
"No, I'm remembering."
Bloody Barrow noticed John, and the ghost with silver bloodstains on his body said, "I thought you would come to me."
"You really can't hide the Hogwarts incident from you." John was very curious about the intelligence capabilities of the bloody Barrow.
"Sir Cadogan likes to wander around," Bloody Barrow said without changing his expression. "He has a big mouth."
"Well, I should have thought of that."
John shrugged and asked, "So you know what I'm going to ask?"
"Rowena Ravenclaw," Bloody Baron said in a low voice, "her daughter."
"It seems that you know." John saw his expression become heavy.
Bloody Baro nodded, and said in a low voice, "Unforgettable."
"It's me, kill her." When the blood man Baro said this, the ghost's body seemed to be trembling.
"She, like Rowena Ravenclaw, seeks wisdom."
"In order to become smarter than my mother, she took away Ravenclaw's crown. Ravenclaw, who missed her daughter, found me and asked me to go after her."
The story is full of twists and turns, but very bizarre.
Bloody Barrow was once a nobleman, Sir Barrow with powerful magic.
He had always been in love with Ravenclaw's daughter and found her in Albania.
The two had a dispute, and Barrow expressed his love to her but was rejected.
Barrow was overwhelmed with anger, and he stabbed his beloved woman to death.
After waking up, Barrow regretted so much that he ended his life and became the bloody Barrow of Hogwarts.
"Ravenclaw didn't see her daughter Helena for the last time, and she seemed to have something to say to her before she died."
The bloody Baro's body gradually disappeared.
"That painting was painted by Rowena Ravenclaw for her daughter. Because Helena hated it, she drove the inner self away, which also made Ravenclaw weaker and weaker."
"They would spend time there together when Helena was little, and as Ravenclaw got busy, they never went to that riverside again."
The ghost disappeared.
John stood there thinking.
"A Ravenclaw seeking wisdom."
He stood where the bloody Barrow was just now and looked over, where Ms. Gray was sitting.
...
