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At ten o'clock in the evening, the other boys in the dormitory were already asleep. Silver quietly got up, "disi11usionment," and quietly cast an illusion spell on himself. The cold sensation of the spell spread throughout his body, and Silver's body gradually became transparent. The Illusion Spell is a difficult spell that can only be mastered by adult wizards, and Silver has suffered a lot in order to master this spell. But there is no way, there is only one invisibility cloak with permanent effect in the world, and the other invisibility cloaks have various restrictions, which are not as effective as the illusion spell. At Hogwarts, whether it's a night tour or a night raid, ahem, this transfiguration spell is indispensable.

At Hogwarts, first-year students like Silver don't have the right to wander around school late at night, and if Filch catches him, the consequences will be severe. You know, only fifth-graders can stay in the hallway until nine o'clock. Silver walked carefully through the castle. He dodges the ghosts who are also swimming at night, as well as the old man Filch and the bald cat, Lady Loris, who try to catch the nocturnal students. It was a smooth ride, but of course, the armor that was accidentally kicked down by Silver had been ignored by him.

Silver made his way to the eighth-floor hallway, in front of the giant tapestry of Silly Barnabas trying to teach trolls ballet. Although Silver hadn't lifted the illusion spell yet, the moth-eaten troll seemed to sense something and stopped beating Silly Barnabas. Silver concentrated and silently said, "I need a place to hide." "And walked over this wall three times in a row. When Silver turned back for the third time, he finally saw the door of the Room of Requirement. Silver pushed open the door and was amazed at what he saw. He stood in a room the size of a cathedral, the pillars of light cast from the high windows that looked like a city full of walls, and it was clear that it was made up of objects that had been hidden by generations of Hogwartsians. The streets and alleys were lined with crumbling piles of broken furniture, perhaps crammed here to hide evidence of mistaken magic, or hidden by house-elves who maintained the castle's decency. There were thousands of books, undoubtedly **, scribbled or stolen books, winged slingshots and wolf-tooth flying saucers, a few of which were still limp hovering over mountains of forbidden objects, some broken bottles containing solidified potions, hats, jewels, cloaks, something like dragon eggshells, a few gagged bottles still glowing with evil light, a few rusty swords and a bloodstained axe.

Silver hurried into an alley in the middle of the treasure pile, turned to the right, passed a troll specimen, ran a little further, turned left next to the broken vanishing cabinet, and finally stopped in front of a large cabinet with a blistering surface that looked like it had been splashed with strong acid. He opened the creaky cabinet door, and there was already a cage hidden inside, the contents of which were long dead, and the skeleton looked like it had five legs. "That's right, it should be here. Silver said to himself, "Well, Ravenclaw's crown, Voldemort's Horcrux, the maker of strange sounds, should be here." He suddenly grabbed an ugly old wizard doll from the top of a nearby crate, and the doll had a dusty old set and a rusty crown on its head.

"Well, please, speak, whether you're the Dark Lord or Ravenclaw himself. Silver drew his wand slowly, pointing at the ugly old wizard doll as if he were in the face of an enemy.

For a long time, when even Silver himself was about to think that he had made a mistake in judgment, the puppet suddenly burst out with a strange laugh. "Giggles, what a funny kid, so, how did you find here?" The puppets laughed so strangely, the dusty clichés kept falling dust, and the rusty crown was crooked, indescribably funny, but Silver was not in the mood to laugh. "How I know doesn't have much to do with you, what matters is, are you a Ravenclaw soul or a Dark Lord soul now?"

The puppet smiled even more happily, "What a funny child, it seems that you know a lot, if I had your caution back then, I would not have thought that in the crown of Ravenclaw, there is actually a little bit of the soul of the wise Ravenclaw." Silver complained to himself. "Looks like you're the Dark Lord, no, should I call you, Tom Riddle?" The hypocritical smirk on the puppet's ugly face vanished, revealing a grim look, and an evil red glow suddenly appeared in the hollow false eyes. "It seems that our children know a lot, but sometimes, ignorance is not a sin, but a blessing. "Oh no, Tom, we Ravenclaw have always prided ourselves on erudition, and wisdom is the greatest asset of mankind, not ambition and madness. As soon as Silver finished speaking, with a wave of his wand, the cardboard box cracked, but the puppet jumped backwards as if he had foreseen it. "Silent spell casting, torn apart?little friend, you have given me a lot of surprises. "Where, where, it's not as good as the Dark Lord's puppet manipulation technique, just by relying on the power of soul splitting, you can manipulate the puppet to make such complex movements, it seems that the Dark Lord, most of your corpse manipulation skills back then were also exhibited from this puppet technique." Silver didn't show weakness, and sneered. After all, Voldemort could only manipulate the strange puppet with the power of distraction, and without a wand, Silver didn't have to worry about the puppet's deadly black magic. But soon a red ray of light came out of the puppet's mouth and shattered Silver's original thoughts. "What's going on? How can a puppet cast magic?" "Hehe, it seems to surprise the kids, yes, that's the funny thing I got from the Ravenclaw Splitter, magic constant. Didn't expect that?" the puppet pressed in, constantly emitting red rays from its mouth. This red ray is extremely powerful, and it cannot be resisted head-on at all. Silver's two consecutive iron armor guards could only slightly hinder the progress of the red rays. Silver had no choice but to dodge and adopt guerrilla tactics. The red rays also seem to put a lot of pressure on the puppets, who are no longer as agile as they were at the beginning. Silver was also able to take a moment of respite and think about what to do with the dangerous magic puppet.

Just as the two sides were in a stalemate and confronted each other, a soft woman's voice suddenly sounded in Silver's head. The voice Silver was familiar, for it was the sound of the eagle-shaped bronze knocker in the Ravenclaw common room. "Kid, find a way to destroy that old routine with a spell, and without that thing, he won't be able to control the magic puppet. "Are you Rowena Ravenclaw?" Silver, looking up his vigilance, tried to make contact with the voice.

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The number of words in this chapter is a bit small.,So I have to talk a few more nonsense words to support the word count.,I've been really busy lately.,Although to this day,,My book is still not read.,But if you put the eunuch.,It will also seem that my Rp is not strong enough.,Rp is not strong.,How can I take this vest out to mix in the future?Alas,Lenovo Xiaoy's heat dissipation is really getting more and more painful.,The code word is now 7o degrees.,It seems that you need to take it apart to see if there's dust inside.。