"William is missing?"

Hoffa repeated Antonio's words.

"That's right. We... Let's go together....."

Antonio hesitated and gestured twice with his hand.

"To what?"

Hoffa's face was a little grim in the darkness.

"We ....."

Antonio bowed his head. He had always been more timid, and when he saw Hofa's face pulled down, he was a little afraid to say anything back.

On the other side, Taylor stood up, he coughed lightly twice, and said solemnly:

"We went on an expedition to the prefect's bathroom together, but once we got in, William never came out. He's missing. ”

Prefect bathroom, adventure?

Hofa's eyes widened, these bastards actually went!

Ravenclaw prefect Sherlock Bohan, that's a girl! These guys stole from the prefect's bathroom, and they lost one!

Seeing that these two people looked uneasy, Hoffa was both bored and headached, what kind of boring guys are these?

"Didn't come out? Maybe it fell into the pool. ”

"......No," Antonio waved his hand, "we searched the bathroom, and we didn't see him come out." ”

"Maybe I'll play with you invisibly. ”

Hoffa said lightly.

Antonio was stunned.

"William will not be invisible. ”

"We'd like you to help find it. Taylor whispered, "You're so good, there's going to be a way." ”

Hofa was even more annoyed, and he said, "This kind of thing should be in the hands of the prefect and the dean." Go to Dumbledore, it's curfew outside. ”

"Don't. Antonio waved his hand.

"If Dumbledore knows about it, we're dead. Maybe you'll be expelled...... Come and look for it with us, and forget it if you find it. ”

Antonio added in a somewhat pleading tone: "I beg you." ”

Seeing fine beads of sweat erupting from the tip of Antonio's nose, Hoffa's fingers tightened on the sheets, this roommate was about the same as Neville Longbottom on weekdays, except that his memory was better than his, and his personality was almost the same.

Taylor wanted to say something, but Antonio quickly grabbed him.

"Hoffa, as long as William is retrieved, I swear, we will never do such a thing again. ”

Taylor immediately chimed in, "Really, just this once, help, Hoffa." ”

Hoffa muttered softly, "What does it have to do with me?"

But after that, he still stood up, expressionless:

"Lead the way. ”

Antonio and Taylor looked happy, and quickly pulled out an old horse lamp from the bedside table, lit it, and left the dormitory with Hoffa.

There were few people at school at night, and Antonio and Taylor crept in front of them with an old lantern.

On the way to the prefect's bathroom, Hoffa got a general idea of what had happened.

William makes a bet with a Gryffindor student to see who can find the most precious treasure in the prefect's bathroom. When the Gryffindor students entered, they took out a silver candlestick. But after William went in, no one came out.

A group of people went in and searched for a long time but didn't find it.

The Gryffindor students were terrified, believing that stealing the candlestick had caused the unknown curse, and scattered. The bathroom was dark, and Antonio and Taylor didn't dare to explore too much, so they had to come to Hoffa for help.

In the prefect's bath room on the sixth floor, in front of the statue of Fool Boris, Antonio lay next to him and whispered, "Sweet Spiritual Power Melon." ”

The door creaked open, revealing a dark hallway behind it, and there was no light in the bathroom.

"We.... Let's go in and find it?"

Antonio stood at the swarthy entrance, thinking of William's disappearance, and swallowed.

Taylor bumped into Antonio, who immediately stopped talking.

This small gesture did not escape Hoffa's eyes, he looked at the entrance of the black hole and took the lantern from Antonio's hand.

"Don't go in, let me wind outside, and if anyone comes, remember to go in and let me know. ”

Antonio was relieved, "Good, good. ”

Taylor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, quickly retreated to the statue, and looked around, looking serious.

Hoffa didn't care about his pretentious gestures, and went into the bathroom with a lantern.

It's actually about the same as when Harry's Triwizard Tournament is coming in the future, with luxurious chandeliers, snow-white marble floors,

It's just that the whole atmosphere is completely reversed, there is definitely no warmth here when Harry came to take a shower, and the whole space is dark and there is no lighting. The silhouettes of those furnishings in the flickering light of the lanterns resemble the souls of the poor and lost.

Here, Hoffa feels like the only living creature in this world.

Horse lanterns illuminate the walls.

The mermaid in the gilded frame quietly hid in the water after seeing Hoffa's figure.

Before Hoffa walked down the painting, he looked at the mermaid with only half of her head exposed, and asked in a low voice:

"Has anyone been here before?"

The mermaid nodded.

"Where did he go?"

The mermaid glanced at Hoffa, did not speak, and disappeared into the frame with a thud. The strange look in his eyes made Hofa feel a little furious.

He stroked the bottom of the marble bath, which had not been used in a long time, and the bottom was only dried up with water stains. There are also some blonde hairs that stick to the bottom of the bath.

This is quite a normal thing, this bath once belonged to Sherlock Bohan, who herself had long blond hair.

However, in addition to the long hair, Hoffa saw several colorful feathers.

The feather is not glued to the bottom, it floats on the surface, it is very dry and new. Feather...... Could it be that there are any birds here?

He picked up the feathers, which felt a lot like the tail feathers of a parrot.

Parrot?

He carried a lantern and shone around, but there was nothing. There were no signs of a fight or tearing at the scene. He touched the faucet and tugged twice, but all he could do was make a creaking sound, and no water came out. The school's house-elves may have stopped the hot water supply to the prefect's bathroom after the prefect left.

Odd. Hoffa straightened up.

Although the whole bath is well decorated, it is not the kind of erotic bath of late ancient Rome, and the area is limited. There was not much room for Tibetans.

Unless Antonio is bored to deceive himself, how can William, a big living person, disappear out of thin air.

He closed his eyes, turned on the mental force field, and felt it for a moment. There are no residual mana fluctuations.

It's neither a prank, nor is it like hide and seek.

Where did that go?

Rubbing the strange tail feather on his hand, he stepped out of the bathroom and returned to the hallway outside the prefect's bathroom.

He was going to ask Antonio and Taylor to see if he had missed any information.

But when Hoffa walked out of the bathroom, his roommate, who was supposed to wait outside to give him the wind, was nowhere to be seen.

All that was left was the statue of Fool Boris, wearing gloves and a blank expression, as if mocking himself silently.

"Antonio Taylor?"

He called twice in the dark hallway, but he could only hear his own echo, and no one answered.

He looked at his watch, and it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

", bastard......"

Hoffa cursed secretly, and actually left himself and ran away.

Could it be that I went back to sleep? There must be a limit to shamelessness.

He strode towards the Ravenclaw common room, waiting for him to get back to the common room. There were no Antonio and Taylor in the common room, and when I entered the dormitory, there was no dormitory.

......

......

Standing at the door of the dormitory, the cold winter wind covered Hoffa through the curtains, and his heart seemed to fall into the deep sea, sinking straight down.

If it wasn't a prank, something must have happened.

He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down for a moment, when two voices came to mind.

A voice told him to hurry up and find it.

And the other voice was saying, what does this have to do with him, isn't this what he wants to see these annoying guys leave?

After sitting on the edge of the bed for two minutes, the voice of the search finally prevailed.

He really didn't want to care, but he felt that no matter what his conscience would be disturbed, what if something really happened to these two people.

Although his relationship with his roommates is not very good, they are roommates after all.

He got up again and ran out of the break room. I searched everywhere in the castle.

Because it was dark, he didn't dare to shout too loudly, so he could only turn over corner by corner, classroom by classroom.

Holding a lantern, he walked through mistletoe-riddled corridors in the dark, ran past armoured classrooms, and crawled through cobwebbed passages.

All the way from the twelfth floor to the hall, his three stupid roommates seemed to have gone to another dimension, and they were gone.

As he walked near the hall, he was panting and hunched over the wall, somewhat tired.

Snowflakes outside the castle drifted in through the high windows and landed on his shoulders, and he let out a breath of white mist. His shadow snaked in the light of the shabby lantern snaked across the walls, long and large.

There was a slight sound of running in the corridor that had been silent, and he was refreshed, and turned his head to look,

And in the faint light, two mice quickly ran through the shadows he cast. Hoffa sighed, thinking too much, just two mice.

At this time, he felt something looking at him again and raised his head. The black-and-white cat he had seen in the bathroom was crouching on the head of a beast high up, staring at him without blinking.

What the situation.

How can it be so coincidental,

Did you bother it to catch mice?

Hoffa felt that something was wrong.

He rubbed his eyes.

The black and white cat was gone.

Just as he was curious, there was a sound of voice outside the hall, someone!

He thought it was his roommate who appeared, so he hurried over.

But when I got closer, it was not a few roommates, but a few deans and professors of the school, who walked to the door of the school in a low voice. There, a Thestrals' carriage stopped in the dark. There were twelve of them, and they stood silently in the snow. On the shiny black thin body, not a single snowflake can be retained.

When he saw the professor, Hoffa was shocked and immediately wanted to go back. It's curfew time, and there's a penalty for being caught wandering outside.

But then, the door of the Thestrals carriage at the entrance of the school opened, and the people who got out of the carriage made Hoffa's eyes light up.

It turned out to be Dumbledore who I hadn't seen in a long time. He had a russet beard and hair, and wore a gray robe, looking tired, and looked like he had returned from a long journey.

Seeing him, Hoffa saw as if he had found the backbone of his heart, and the nightmare of a whole month made him desperate to see the man in front of him, and he forcibly stopped his desire to leave.

The Headmaster of the Fourth House and a few other professors stopped at the door and started talking to Dumbledore by the Thestrals, presumably talking about some urgent mission.

After the exchange, the dean of the four academies boarded the Thestrals. Then, the twelve Thestrals flickered their wings and took up with their wagons, flying away into the snowy night sky.

There are only two people left in the snow, one is Dumbledore, and the other is the current Transfiguration professor, Jacob Bohan. They chatted as they walked, and the sound of a voice came to Hofa's ears.

Jacobohan: "...... the Ministry of Magic is so short of manpower?"

Dumbledore: "No, it's okay at the hospital......"

Bohan: "Good..... Although the medicine is still not...."

Dumbledore: "Everything..... Can Drazes nurture more for us...... I've heard that there aren't enough dragons...... The students were very ..... about it"

Bohan: "The dragon is not an owl sold in Diagon Alley. ”

As the two got closer, their voices becoming clearer.

Dumbledore: "I'm already figuring it out, give me a little more time." ”

Bohan said softly, "I'm worried that even if there are enough fire dragons, Drazes won't give more people a chance to harness the fire dragons. He was an old aristocrat. For him, the top of the pyramid doesn't need so many people. ”

"What about you?"

"I support you, Albus, and totally support you....."

The man whispered.

Dumbledore and Bohan stood under the statue of the school's beast head and talked for a long time before Bohan bypassed him from the other side and returned to his office.

After he left, Dumbledore looked up and exhaled a white mist and walked up the stairs from the hall.

Hoffa immediately stepped out of the darkness and stopped in front of Dumbledore.

"Professor. ”