As they walked down the stairs into the hallway, Hermione happily said she wanted to do a foxtrot, and Vio couldn't help but laugh, but Harry sensibly stopped her, saying that she could wait until the final exam report card was handed out. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Immediately afterwards they heard a familiar voice from around the corner, "You can't lie to me, do you? If I find out, I'm going to try those torture instruments・・・・・・" Filch snorted hoarsely and muffled like a soot-soaked voice, none of them would forget. Now that he was next to him, they froze reflexively, but they both held their breath.

"No, I've got reliable information that Gryffindor's Potter, Weasley, and Granger are going to send off a dragon in the tower tonight!Hmph, and that Santriel, she must be indispensable in the trio!" a shrill female voice seemed frightened, and hurriedly replied to Filch, "Oh, stay away from me, Mrs. Loris! You stupid—no, Filch, I didn't say anything." ”

It was Pansy Parkinson's voice.

Harry and Hermione immediately turned their gaze to Draco, who looked casually elsewhere.

"It wasn't him, or else—he wouldn't be here, would he?" Vio explained in a whisper.

No sooner had she finished speaking than a cat meowed—they must have been discovered by Lady Loris. Vio sighed and immediately ran into the girls' bathroom at the end of the corridor not far behind her, which she had already sighted.

They followed in a panic, only Draco stared at the sign on the door in a strange way before entering.

Although the smell of a row of toilets in the bathroom made them want to cut their noses every minute, it has to be said that it also helped to mask their breath. Filch's cat, Lady Loris, chased after her, and simply sniffed against the door, then reversed direction and followed the route they had just descended from the tower.

Their eyes widened as they hid behind the hidden door with a little crack left, and when they saw Filch and Pansy walking around the corner together, they opened the door and left lightly.

Harry and Hermione had already remembered that they had forgotten the Cloak of Invisibility on the tower, and when they did, Vio had to pretend to have forgotten as well. Harry comforted himself by saying that the worst thing had been done - being caught by Filch had passed, and that the Cloak of Invisibility could be retrieved tomorrow.

But he was clearly too optimistic.

In the dim light of the hallway, a rapid "da-da" sound came, clinging to the ground, rushing towards their location. Well, it's obviously Professor McGonagall who came this time, because it's close to Gryffindor Tower, and this kind of night patrol is more likely to be her if it's not Filch.

They were all stunned. There is a lot of armor around here, but it is a complete set of armor, and people can't hide in it. And the armor was always muttering, which easily caught Professor McGonagall's attention. At this point, Draco cleared his throat quietly, and everyone looked at him. He pointed back—a room that shone faintly—and the sign read: Boys' Bathroom.

Harry reacted suddenly--Professor McGonagall was a woman, and even if she knew there was someone in the boys' bathroom-what could she do?--he immediately hurried in without hesitation, and Hermione hesitated for a moment and followed. Draco smirked at Vio, "One person at a time." As he spoke, he walked in with his head held high.

Vio realized that he was taking the opportunity to get revenge on himself for letting him into the women's bathroom, and she was so angry and funny that she still had to hide before Professor McGonagall found out.

They stayed inside and listened carefully, and the footsteps stopped outside the door, but since this was the end of the hallway, it was not known if Professor McGonagall had stopped without noticing, or if she had already guessed that someone was in the men's bathroom but could not rush in.

Either way, it would take a few more minutes for Professor McGonagall to lose her patience and they would be in no danger.

They looked at each other smugly, and Hermione was about to praise Draco - however, the door was pushed open.

Walking in was a man they hadn't guessed, and Vio had a vague hunch - Neville.

The moment Neville saw them, his face turned white and his eyes glazed over.

"Alright, you guys, come out with Longbottom. Professor McGonagall said majestically outside.

One by one, they walked out of the boys' bathroom and stood in front of Professor McGonagall.

When the professor saw them, the expression on her face was really wonderful, and her eyebrows were raised as if she were about to jump to the ceiling. "Let's go, get me to the office right now. ”

Vio felt both relieved and terrified, and for a moment she thought that tonight could really completely change the plot of the original book - avoid going to the Forbidden Forest to be confined with Hagrid. However, it wasn't until Neville appeared that she realized that the butterfly effect brought by her could change the details, but the ending of the main node was the same, or it could be that the butterfly effect she created was not strong enough・・・・・・

In short, the expected "pleasant" night really came.

They followed Professor McGonagall up to the second floor, and lined up in her small office, facing the desk.

Neville took advantage of Professor McGonagall's change of dressing gown and whispered to Harry, Hermione, and Vio, "I've been looking for you to give you a heads-up! I heard Nott and Pansy say they're coming to get you, and they say you have a dragon—"

By this time, Professor McGonagall was standing behind them, and Harry could even feel the sound of her angry breathing. He waved his hand desperately to keep Neville from saying more, but Professor McGonagall saw it.

She walked around and stood tall in front of the five of them, the rage in her body threatening to ignite the room at any moment.

"I can't believe it's just a few of you!" she scanned the three people in Gryffindor House and the vio next to her, ignoring Draco next to her. "Filch said you escaped from the tower! I told him again and again that a Gryffindor student couldn't be on the tower at one o'clock in the morning!

Hermione, who usually answered the teacher's questions fluently, could only stand dumbfounded at the moment, staring down at her slippers, as if she could hide herself in them.

No one spoke. They simply couldn't find any excuse that would hold up.

Two long minutes? Or two hours?

"I think I understand exactly what this is all about!" Professor McGonagall said, "and it doesn't take a lot of brains to figure it out. A few of you—" she pointed to Harry, Hermione, and Vio, "and made up a lie to Draco Malfoy and his henchmen about a dragon or something, tricked him into going to the tower for realism, and then had his henchman snitch with Filch, causing Filch to pounce and unlucky them." It's just that Unexpectedly, Longbottom also heard this set of lies and believed it. I guess you guys must think it's funny, right?"

Several of them looked up in shock and stared at Professor McGonagall, unable to recover for a long time. If she hadn't deducted points and locked herself up, Vio would have praised Professor McGonagall for making it up and down, and it sounded like that.

Except for Neville, whose eyes were already red. Vio felt sorry for Neville. He listened to Professor McGonagall's words, looking surprised and aggrieved. Poor, reckless Neville—what courage it takes for a man to run out in the dark to find them, to give them a wake-up.

"I'm so angry!" said Professor McGonagall, "six students don't sleep in one night! I've never heard of anything like that before!, Miss Granger, I thought you were more sober-minded. Mr. Potter, I thought you valued Gryffindor honor. Miss Santrim, I didn't think you would break the rules again, and it seems that Professor Snape's confinement didn't teach you enough lessons—all of you were going to be locked up—including you, Mr. Malfoy. So are you, Mr. Longbottom. Whatever it is, you don't have the right to wander around the school in the middle of the night, it's very dangerous - Gryffindor and Slytherin are both deducted fifty points. ”

"Five, fifty?" Harry stammered, as if Quirrell had possessed him. Vio knew he must have thought of the House Cup standings, and now Gryffindor's lead was gone.

"Fifty points for everyone. Professor McGonagall said, her long, pointed nose snorting harshly.

Harry and Hermione languished for a moment, and Draco had his usual Malfoy-esque mocking smile on his lips - he must have thought Slytherin was ahead.

Vio wants to tell them, and Pansy, the Pansy who followed Filch, her misinformation made Filch run for nothing, and the confinement and deduction of points must be her share.

But Professor McGonagall was now, she swallowed back the words.