Chapter 235 This wave, just scream east and west
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
The dementors that were floating around the castle have disappeared.
The furious Principal Dumbledore drove them all out of the castle, and Soul arrived at the place where the Whomping Willow was very smoothly.
It stretches its branches gently and shakes occasionally, looking like a lion lazily licking its paws after a hunt.
As Soul approached, the Whomping Willow felt the unfamiliar aura approaching, and it suddenly bared its teeth and claws. The willow branches flew in the air, as if to warn strangers.
"Oh." Sur let out a soft cry and took a step back. A wicker struck the dirt not far in front with the sound of breaking wind.
Not long after the rain stopped, the still wet soil immediately started to splash.
Whip warning!
If it were an ordinary little wizard, they would usually choose to retreat, because the current appearance of the Whomping Willow is indeed very intimidating.
But Soul was different. He knew exactly what the Whomping Willow's weakness was - it was a scar on the trunk hidden behind the branches.
However, it takes a little skill to avoid the flying wicker from touching the scar.
It's very simple, just a transformation spell.
Soul didn't want to be hung up and whipped by the Whomping Willow. If it could be easily solved with magic, why not?
There are many things that can be used to transform near the Whomping Willow. Soon, two cats transformed from stones jumped into the attack range of the Whomping Willow.
One is slightly larger, and its mission is to attract the attention of the Whomping Willow. It jumps and shuttles between the flying branches. It can only be said that the tree is the tree. In the end, it cannot outwit a clever little wizard.
The other one is slightly smaller and is used to dive deep to touch the weak point of the Whomping Willow. It successfully pressed its pink paw on the scar of the Whomping Willow.
The Whomping Willow trembled all over, like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of the neck, unable to move for a moment.
Soul walked carelessly into the attack range of the Whomping Willow and got into the tree hole without any hindrance.
The magic of the transformation spell dissipated, and the Whomping Willow whipped the unfamiliar stone away.
The wicker swung wildly in a fit of impotent fury.
"This wave, this wave is going to hit the east and the west." Sur waved his wand handsomely and put the wand back into the wizard's robe.
It's a pity that no one can see it, except the bald author and the handsome and beautiful reader who are working hard to code outside the screen.
The tree hole is very dark, and the soil on both sides is very compacted. Compared with the passage behind the statue of the hunchbacked old woman, this place is much newer and much stronger.
Obviously, this is a passage that was specially built and renovated later.
Sur closed his eyes, and his magic embraced the other self in his mind (referring to the Animagus). When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were as bright as day.
In the long and deep secret passage, a little badger jumped lightly with its limbs. From time to time, it jumped over the holes in the secret passage and landed silently.
I don’t know how long I walked through the undulating passage, but my eyes became wider, which showed that I was not far from the Screaming Shack.
Soul raised his head and sniffed. There were several different smells entangled here. He could easily distinguish them. One of them was Professor Lupin, and there was also the smell of the Black Lake.
Hmm... It seems that part of the secret passage we passed just now passes under the Black Lake. Also, Hogsmeade and the Whomping Willow are separated by more than half of the Black Lake.
There was also an indescribable smell, the smell of rancid food, of decay.
It seems that Mr. Padfoot has indeed been here.
Continuing forward, the road underfoot began to rise, and the scene at the end of the passage came into view. It was a wooden door. I don't know whether he was confident that no one would come here, or Mr. Padfoot didn't intend to hide here for a long time. It was ajar. Yes, this is convenient for the smaller Sur.
Oh, that rancid smell is getting stronger.
Sur stretched out his claws and turned them left and right, and the gleaming sharp claws squeezed out of the flesh pad. Well, they were still sharp.
It can be concluded that Mr. Padfoot is here. Hehe, I left the food in the cafeteria and walked such a long way, but it’s all for you. If I don’t beat you up, it’s hard to get rid of the only thing in my heart. hatred.
Thinking of this, Su Er couldn't restrain his fiery heart and effortlessly squeezed into the door. Behind the door was a room. The room was very dim, but this did not affect Su Er's sight. The windows were covered with thick curtains. The wooden boards were firmly nailed together, and with daylight filtering through the gaps, one could see the tattered spider webs and thick dust in the corners.
There seemed to be no furniture here except for a stool with half a leg and half a backrest missing. What made the badger creepy was that there were criss-cross claw marks on the wall, probably a few inches deep into the wall.
Not to mention the wooden floor, it was already riddled with holes, faintly revealing the gray stone underneath.
Of course Soul knew who this place was prepared for. It was probably here that dear Professor Lupin completed his werewolf transformation.
Judging from the age of those claw marks, Professor Lupine completely controlled himself when he came here again to transform. Professor Snape's potion worked well.
Sur's eyes scanned all the dark places in the room. Surprisingly, there were no people or animals here.
So...
He turned his attention to the closed door. This was going to be difficult. There was no way such a big screaming shack had only one room, which meant that our Mr. Padfoot was outside the door.
Judging from the age here and the mottled rust on the door handle, there must be a sound when opening the door.
This is bound to alarm Mr. Padfoot outside the door.
I originally wanted to sneak into the village and not shoot anyone, but now it seems that I can only go and beat them upright.
Oh, yes, Soul's eyes lit up. He remembered a magic spell. It was a spell in a book he read out of boredom when he was doing homework with Hermione in the library.
Since you can't put a sack on Mr. Padfoot secretly, then put one on yourself.
Anyway, the purpose is not to let him recognize you.
Sure enough, reading more books is still useful. Knowledge is power. Merlin will not deceive me. Sur turned back into human form, pointed the tip of the staff towards himself, and whispered the spell---
"Hidden face"
Oh, and of course, there's the sound.
"Swallowing charcoal makes you dumb"
Perfect!Suer finally used the transformation technique to turn a broken piece of wood into a mirror. After looking at it, he could only say, perfect!
Now, neither human nor ghost can recognize who he is.
There was no need to try his voice, Sur could personally feel that something was stuffed in his throat.
Now that everything is ready, you can go look for your dear Mr. Padfoot. If nothing happens and Su'er doesn't hear the sound of running away, then he should be behind the door right now.
As an exile, I still have to be vigilant, otherwise I would have been captured by the overwhelming Dementors and Aurors.
Soul took a deep breath, held the wand tightly in his right hand, and raised his left hand to the doorknob.
The furious Principal Dumbledore drove them all out of the castle, and Soul arrived at the place where the Whomping Willow was very smoothly.
It stretches its branches gently and shakes occasionally, looking like a lion lazily licking its paws after a hunt.
As Soul approached, the Whomping Willow felt the unfamiliar aura approaching, and it suddenly bared its teeth and claws. The willow branches flew in the air, as if to warn strangers.
"Oh." Sur let out a soft cry and took a step back. A wicker struck the dirt not far in front with the sound of breaking wind.
Not long after the rain stopped, the still wet soil immediately started to splash.
Whip warning!
If it were an ordinary little wizard, they would usually choose to retreat, because the current appearance of the Whomping Willow is indeed very intimidating.
But Soul was different. He knew exactly what the Whomping Willow's weakness was - it was a scar on the trunk hidden behind the branches.
However, it takes a little skill to avoid the flying wicker from touching the scar.
It's very simple, just a transformation spell.
Soul didn't want to be hung up and whipped by the Whomping Willow. If it could be easily solved with magic, why not?
There are many things that can be used to transform near the Whomping Willow. Soon, two cats transformed from stones jumped into the attack range of the Whomping Willow.
One is slightly larger, and its mission is to attract the attention of the Whomping Willow. It jumps and shuttles between the flying branches. It can only be said that the tree is the tree. In the end, it cannot outwit a clever little wizard.
The other one is slightly smaller and is used to dive deep to touch the weak point of the Whomping Willow. It successfully pressed its pink paw on the scar of the Whomping Willow.
The Whomping Willow trembled all over, like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of the neck, unable to move for a moment.
Soul walked carelessly into the attack range of the Whomping Willow and got into the tree hole without any hindrance.
The magic of the transformation spell dissipated, and the Whomping Willow whipped the unfamiliar stone away.
The wicker swung wildly in a fit of impotent fury.
"This wave, this wave is going to hit the east and the west." Sur waved his wand handsomely and put the wand back into the wizard's robe.
It's a pity that no one can see it, except the bald author and the handsome and beautiful reader who are working hard to code outside the screen.
The tree hole is very dark, and the soil on both sides is very compacted. Compared with the passage behind the statue of the hunchbacked old woman, this place is much newer and much stronger.
Obviously, this is a passage that was specially built and renovated later.
Sur closed his eyes, and his magic embraced the other self in his mind (referring to the Animagus). When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were as bright as day.
In the long and deep secret passage, a little badger jumped lightly with its limbs. From time to time, it jumped over the holes in the secret passage and landed silently.
I don’t know how long I walked through the undulating passage, but my eyes became wider, which showed that I was not far from the Screaming Shack.
Soul raised his head and sniffed. There were several different smells entangled here. He could easily distinguish them. One of them was Professor Lupin, and there was also the smell of the Black Lake.
Hmm... It seems that part of the secret passage we passed just now passes under the Black Lake. Also, Hogsmeade and the Whomping Willow are separated by more than half of the Black Lake.
There was also an indescribable smell, the smell of rancid food, of decay.
It seems that Mr. Padfoot has indeed been here.
Continuing forward, the road underfoot began to rise, and the scene at the end of the passage came into view. It was a wooden door. I don't know whether he was confident that no one would come here, or Mr. Padfoot didn't intend to hide here for a long time. It was ajar. Yes, this is convenient for the smaller Sur.
Oh, that rancid smell is getting stronger.
Sur stretched out his claws and turned them left and right, and the gleaming sharp claws squeezed out of the flesh pad. Well, they were still sharp.
It can be concluded that Mr. Padfoot is here. Hehe, I left the food in the cafeteria and walked such a long way, but it’s all for you. If I don’t beat you up, it’s hard to get rid of the only thing in my heart. hatred.
Thinking of this, Su Er couldn't restrain his fiery heart and effortlessly squeezed into the door. Behind the door was a room. The room was very dim, but this did not affect Su Er's sight. The windows were covered with thick curtains. The wooden boards were firmly nailed together, and with daylight filtering through the gaps, one could see the tattered spider webs and thick dust in the corners.
There seemed to be no furniture here except for a stool with half a leg and half a backrest missing. What made the badger creepy was that there were criss-cross claw marks on the wall, probably a few inches deep into the wall.
Not to mention the wooden floor, it was already riddled with holes, faintly revealing the gray stone underneath.
Of course Soul knew who this place was prepared for. It was probably here that dear Professor Lupin completed his werewolf transformation.
Judging from the age of those claw marks, Professor Lupine completely controlled himself when he came here again to transform. Professor Snape's potion worked well.
Sur's eyes scanned all the dark places in the room. Surprisingly, there were no people or animals here.
So...
He turned his attention to the closed door. This was going to be difficult. There was no way such a big screaming shack had only one room, which meant that our Mr. Padfoot was outside the door.
Judging from the age here and the mottled rust on the door handle, there must be a sound when opening the door.
This is bound to alarm Mr. Padfoot outside the door.
I originally wanted to sneak into the village and not shoot anyone, but now it seems that I can only go and beat them upright.
Oh, yes, Soul's eyes lit up. He remembered a magic spell. It was a spell in a book he read out of boredom when he was doing homework with Hermione in the library.
Since you can't put a sack on Mr. Padfoot secretly, then put one on yourself.
Anyway, the purpose is not to let him recognize you.
Sure enough, reading more books is still useful. Knowledge is power. Merlin will not deceive me. Sur turned back into human form, pointed the tip of the staff towards himself, and whispered the spell---
"Hidden face"
Oh, and of course, there's the sound.
"Swallowing charcoal makes you dumb"
Perfect!Suer finally used the transformation technique to turn a broken piece of wood into a mirror. After looking at it, he could only say, perfect!
Now, neither human nor ghost can recognize who he is.
There was no need to try his voice, Sur could personally feel that something was stuffed in his throat.
Now that everything is ready, you can go look for your dear Mr. Padfoot. If nothing happens and Su'er doesn't hear the sound of running away, then he should be behind the door right now.
As an exile, I still have to be vigilant, otherwise I would have been captured by the overwhelming Dementors and Aurors.
Soul took a deep breath, held the wand tightly in his right hand, and raised his left hand to the doorknob.
