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He looked around and saw a large, beautiful circular room with many portraits on the walls. They were napping, some lazily leaning their heads back on chairs with armrests, others leaning against the frame of the portrait.

Castor had heard of them in his letters—living portraits.

However, the feeling of hearing and seeing is completely different.

Casto looked at them curiously, hoping that one could speak to him, and then he realized that it was still late at night.

He was taken by Nicol. Lemay shouted to get up in the middle of the night.

He was given a map of Hogwarts. The map is also a timed portkey, teleporting as if it had been struck in the navel.

He had thought that calling him so late was because of the delay in the forest, but now it seemed that his teacher had completely lifted the defenses - he didn't want to leave anything strange behind.

This also led to the failure of Casto's plan to suddenly appear in front of Harry by taking advantage of this assessment.

Casto was a little disappointed, and then excitedly wandered around the office.

Dumbledore left a note on his desk, telling him that he had gone to London on business. He was the only guest in the principal's office.

He carefully observed the fine silverware on the table. They silently puff smoke and whirl.

But in the silence, he felt a gaze.

Castor looked up at one of the very rich portraits. But there was no one in the frame, it was empty, only the inscription indicated his identity.

"Phineas. Nigelles. Blake (1847-1926)"

Casto pouted, remembering that he still had a final exam to complete. Maybe his own teacher is peeping at him in some way.

Without hesitation, he turned and left.

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Castor frowned as he walked down the dark hallway.

He skillfully waved his wand and muttered words in his mouth.

"Fluorescent flickering."

However, nothing worked.

"Well," he said, putting away his wand, his expression unchanged, "does the teacher want to test my eyesight?" ”

Casto could only see the map through the moonlight outside the window, but the lines on the map were too complicated, which made him a little struggling.

Suddenly there was a noise in the deep darkness.

Casto immediately hid behind a suit of armor. Because when he confirmed to Hermione if Hogwarts was as dangerous as Harry had described, the girl was at a loss.

"At least the trolls are real."

So even in school, Castor had to be cautious.

"Damn, I thought I had caught the little ghost of the night wanderer, how did I meet the bloody Barrow?" It was an angry voice that floated over from the other side of the armor, "The lord is invisible?" He actually has something to do? ”

He looked suspicious of what he was seeing, but his voice trembled with fear.

"It's definitely true....... Disastrous....... Amazing........" The voice seemed to convince itself.

"No, it's too embarrassing tonight, I'll have to trouble Filch."

The voice suddenly became lively, chattering, and slowly drifted away.

Casto calculated silently, poking his head out from behind his armor.

In the moonlight, he saw a milky white shadow disappear around the corner.

"Ghosts?" Casto wasn't sure, "And who is that bloody Barrow?" Also a ghost? ”

He looked in the same direction he was heading, the same direction the creature had come.

"Maybe....... I'm going to take down a ghost? Or a homicidal maniac? Castor opened his mind and couldn't help but be a little interested.

After a while, he heard some heavy breathing in the distance, and he smelled the smell of stinking and roasting.

He looked down at the map and saw that the dots representing his name almost overlapped with his destination.

This is outside a corridor on the fourth floor, and the wooden door in front of it has opened a small slit.

"The Bloody Man has already gone in?"

Perhaps Barrow the Bloody is a mad axeman, determined to cut off the head of the first person to enter the door.

He was panting and hiding behind the door.

Castor thought of this, and thought he should be cautious.

He was far away from the wooden door, glanced through the crack in the door, and saw the moonlight shining through the window. But because the crack in the door is too small, you can't see much content.

"So what?" Casto remembered that he hadn't "exercised" in six months, and suddenly became excited.

He took two steps forward and kicked the door open.

There was a dull sound, but the door couldn't withstand the force and flew out.

There was a dull sound again, and the door was slamming against something. Castor heard a cry of pain.

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"So, you're Barrow the Bloody? Your new title? ”

Castor asked the little red-haired boy lying in the center of the chessboard with some curiosity.

He thought the title was a good fit for Ron. His head was soaked in blood and looked like he had been punched hard. Scattered all around were white or black stone remains - human, horse, castle.

He seems to be a knight who kills all sides on the battlefield and is beheaded by his horse.

Ron slowly regained consciousness from his vertigo. He saw a dark-haired boy looking around as he tucked some small test tubes into his arms.

"Bloody Man...... Barrow? "He's still a little confused," he ...... How did you end up here? We...... Wearing an invisibility cloak...... Found by Peeves...... Harry pretended to be Barrow's voice and deceived him...... He's in trouble? ”

"It wasn't him." The boy was a little disappointed.

The two looked at each other until Ron reacted.

"Aren't you the .......," he thought as if racking his brains.

"Casto."

"Right...... Castor ...... Both Harry and Hermione mentioned you," his eyes widened and he was a little refreshed, "We've seen each other before!" Railway station! ”

Castor felt that Ron's mind was a little confused. He didn't know if Ron was meant to be like that, or if he was resistant to the Awakening Potion.

"Why are you here? How do you get through those levels? He rubbed his little head and asked the black-haired boy with a blank expression.

My head doesn't hurt much.

"Don't rub it, don't you know it's allergic to rubbing the wound with dirty hands - I took some medicine," Castor replied patiently, knocking Ron's hand off in order to take care of the patient, "If you mean three giant dogs, I've knocked them all out." I naively thought that I would be able to beat the boss to clear the level......"

"Knocked out?" Ron said incredulously, "What's next?" Devil's Web? ”

"Cut it off." Castor displayed his silver dagger.

"The flying keys?" Ron wasn't convinced.

"Knocked down." Casto didn't put the dagger away.

"Where's the chessboard? I mean......" He looked around and saw the giant white pieces step aside, making way for a deep passage.

In the shadow at the end of the passage, there is a door.

"As soon as I came in, I found you lying on the ground," Castor was also a little curious, "and woke you up with a potion." Why are you here? ”

"Me?" Ron turned his head and stared at the boy who was squatting at him, his voice was immature, but his tone slowly became proud, "This is a chessboard formation..... You have to win to pass...... I'm supposed to be a knight....... Sacrifice yourself and be killed by the queen....... Harry and Hermione can ......."

His eyes widened suddenly.

"Philosopher's Stone!" He gasped and grabbed Casto's neckline - Casto raised an eyebrow, but didn't stop him, "You're so good, go help Harry and Hermione!" Snape! Snape wants to grab the Philosopher's Stone! ”

Without waiting for Casto to answer, he tried to stand up - but sat on the ground again.

"Help me up—I'm going too, I can help—"

Casto put his hands on his shoulders.

"I'll come." His eyes became solemn, and he looked like a different person, "Remember how I just got here?" I'll go. ”

Casto exerted another force, crushing Ron's weak body to the ground.

"Rest well."

He searched around and found a sword.

It was held upside down by the white queen in her hands, stuck in the ground, and seemed to support the body. And the owner of the sword, retreating from the dark passage, bowed low in this direction.

"Excuse me."

Casto tried to draw the stone sword with ease. She held her position, still bowing to Ron.

Castor grabbed his sword and rushed into the shadows.