Chapter 31 Midnight Duel
That night.
Near midnight, Ino heard a rustling in the dormitory, and a moment later, the door opened.
However, less than 20 minutes later, the door of the dormitory was opened again.
Hearing the noise, he also smiled bitterly.
Malfoy really did not change his nature, or was loyal... In short, this trip was to inform Filch to catch the adultery.
"Let the flowers become flowers, let the trees become trees..." Ino sighed quietly while lying on the bed.
Other people's stories have nothing to do with him, he is just a storyteller.
...
The trophy display room on the fourth floor.
Under the moonlight, the crystal glass cabinets displaying the trophies sparkled, and even these trophies, shields, medals and statues reflected a faint silver metallic luster.
There was silence all around.
In the room, three little wizards were moving slowly against the wall.
Harry held his wand and stared at the corridor in front of him.
That feeling... It was as if an enemy would appear in the dark corridor at any time.
Time passed by minute by minute.
"It's already past 12 o'clock, why haven't Malfoy and the others come yet?" Harry asked nervously.
"Who knows, maybe he's scared, maybe he overslept. But it's okay if Malfoy doesn't come. Who asked us to bring a troublesome burden? I don't know why she's here to join in the fun!"
Ron was getting impatient waiting, not at all the high spirits he had in the hall in the morning. Now he was pointing the finger directly at Hermione.
"I didn't think about joining in the fun from the beginning to the end. How many points have you been deducted from the beginning of the school? Don't you know?"
Hermione didn't indulge Ron, and directly retorted sharply, but she seemed to feel unsatisfied, and then said:
"This is a scam, don't you understand it yet? Duel at 12 o'clock midnight? Ha, only you would believe it, and you also tried your best to encourage Harry."
Harry listened to the arguments behind him, and for a moment he felt cheated, especially now that it was already past midnight, which made him feel that he was fooled by Malfoy.
"Forget it, let's go back! Malfoy shouldn't come." Harry turned around and said to the two people behind him.
"Let's go, I'll let everyone in Hogwarts know about Malfoy's cowardly and cowardly behavior tomorrow..." Ron said indignantly.
At the same time.
At the end of the silent corridor, there was a sudden noise, which scared the three people to hold their breath.
After a long time, a burst of intermittent mumbling sounded in the darkness.
"Where will these little brats hide... Don't let me catch you... Hide in the corner..."
This highly recognizable duck voice instantly allowed the three people to confirm the owner of the voice, Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts Castle.
"Let's retreat quietly before he finds out..." Harry said as he quietly retreated.
However, before he finished speaking, there was a "clang" behind him.
It was obvious that someone had knocked over the trophy. In the dark, he didn't bother to see who was so careless, because the harsh sound had already alarmed Filch in the distance.
"Ha! I found you, you disgusting little brats!"
"Run! Don't look back." Hermione dragged the two terrified people and ran madly behind them.
Although they had been discovered, Filch didn't see their faces. The only way now was to rush forward and then deny it.
Hermione's idea was very good, and Harry and Ron also agreed with this plan. The three of them ran all the way with their heads in their hands.
...
Half an hour later.
Harry returned to the dormitory in shock. He really wanted to go home, back to the narrow little house under his attic.
He really couldn't figure out what was wrong with Hogwarts, keeping a beast as big as a car in an abandoned room in the corridor?
Just when Harry was in shock, on the other side of the castle.
The corridor on the fourth floor.
The door of the room where the three-headed dog was locked suddenly closed automatically.
Then a bright magic halo flashed on the door.
The wooden door that was easily opened by Hermione's unlocking spell just now now gave people a sense of unbreakable solidity.
…
Slytherin dormitory.
After a night of restful sleep, Ino opened his eyes in the morning and saw Malfoy sitting on a chair with a frustrated expression on his face.
It was obvious that Malfoy must have run out to look at the college hourglass early in the morning. After finding that Gryffindor's points had not changed significantly, he must have known that his plan had failed.
It was normal to be a little depressed.
But after all, he was a teenager, and bad emotions came and went quickly.
After washing up in the morning, Malfoy forgot about his previous unhappiness in a short while and turned to talk about today's class.
"Ino, do you think the professor will teach us some powerful magic in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? They are either turning needles or fiddling with that damn feather all day long. I'm really fed up with them."
When Ino heard about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he was also stunned.
After coming to his senses, he said in a matter-of-fact way:
"I advise you not to have high expectations for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. They won't teach you any other magic in the first grade. At best, you can learn a firework spell to cast a cry for help."
In his eyes, learning magic should be like this, step by step and gradually.
If you can destroy the world right from the start, it's not magic, it's a myth.
...
Ino extinguished Malfoy's hope, then picked up the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and pushed the door open to leave the dormitory.
To be honest, if possible, he really didn't want to face Quirrell or Voldemort at this stage.
Although there is the protection of the brain block, it is really unknown how effective this "protection" can be for a dark devil who once dominated the world.
As Dumbledore once said, don't underestimate the experience of a centenarian. If you calculate carefully, Voldemort's real age is also an old man over 60 in the Muggle world.
Especially at this stage, when the seven Horcruxes are intact, Ino doesn't want to gamble on the other party's wisdom and rationality.
Then again, although he resisted in his heart, some things had to be faced and could not be avoided.
In this case, he could only follow the crowd. After all, any form of escape was a disguised way of attracting the other party.
"It would be great if I could forget the spell..." Ino said to himself.
If that were the case, he could selectively block his memory and temporarily forget all the information about Quirrell.
Sometimes the more you know, the bigger the flaw will be.
…
On the sixth floor of the castle, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
There is still a quarter of an hour before class, but the classroom is already full of little wizards.
After all, after so long since enrolling, today is the last time I can finally attend class as I wish.
Just listen to the name, Defense Against the Dark Arts, just these few words together make people feel an inexplicable high-end.
Therefore, whether it is Slytherin or Gryffindor, they are now quietly staying in the classroom, and everyone has an expectant expression on their faces.
Even Harry and Ron, who were just pitted by Malfoy, the three boys just glared at each other at this moment.
But they didn't quarrel as they did in the past.
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