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Anna and Audrey witnessed more than Brandi could have imagined the worst - Mary wasn't the only Death Eater at school, but Deken as well. It's really scary, first Quirrell with Voldemort in the back of his head, then the undercover agent in Hogwarts who helped Riddle open the Chamber of Secrets, and now Decon again, Brandy, who has been trapped for two years, is now simply beginning to wonder if all the wizarding schools in Europe are mixed with Voldemort's minions.

Under the strange gaze of Anna and Audrey, he pushed open the door of the dueling arena without saying a word, and began to run along the spiraling corridor towards the hall on the first floor of the castle. The nearest staircase is on the side of the hallway near the foyer.

It was still afternoon, but the sky outside the window was already gloomy and terrible, and the mountain wind changed from the softness of the noon, and began to beat this ancient and majestic castle continuously. Once the noisy and lively dueling arena was cut off by the soundproof door, all that remained in Brandy's ears was the small, ghostly whimper of the mountain breeze blowing through the tiny cracks in the window.

His heart couldn't help but tighten, and his mood was as bad as the bad weather that was about to come.

There were so many things that he didn't know what he should do now. His voice had changed back to his original boy, which meant that he could no longer speak in front of anyone but his senior sister - but the dueling arena was not an absolutely closed place, and someone could leave at any time due to various chores, and he should have returned to the cantilevered tower as soon as possible, making sure that he would not be convicted and imprisoned as his first priority.

But Oriana's situation is really not optimistic...... Although judging from Deken's hideous face and early exit, it seems that she has successfully thwarted the Death Eaters' plans, but it must not last long, Deken left much earlier than herself, and she may have rushed to the senior sister's side at this time! And the senior sister doesn't know the true identity of this Demon Professor, in case she is accidentally attacked......

Brandi ran anxiously, almost crazy.

He hurried to the top of the stairs, intending to go to the girls' dormitory on the third floor to check the situation first, but he had just stepped on the stairs and had not taken two steps. The sound of the wind changed suddenly, and Brandi froze, staggering to a halt on the marble staircase.

What was that?

Brandi pricked up his ears and carefully discerned the sound of the air currents, looking around, squinting up and down the dimly lit aisles.

In the midst of the crying cry, he seemed to hear a higher pitch, a more shrill movement. But it was too far away, too low, like a cry from the depths of a nearby hallway—but what could it be?

The sound was getting weaker and weaker, and Brandi was sure it was moving away from him, but the noise around it was almost completely drowned out, and he could barely hear it.

(Leave that voice alone, isn't there enough that can kill you right now?) ）

Reason desperately urged him to get out of here as soon as possible, to go to the girls' dormitory, or to the cantilevered tower, whatever he did was much more useful than the stupid daze he was now.

But his footsteps did not move, and the low voice seemed to have a unique attraction, fixing his eyes in the direction of the foyer.

Well, hell, my damn curiosity.

Cursing, he descended the stairs and plunged headlong into the dimly lit foyer.

Because it was daytime, there were no candles or torches on the first floor of the castle, and there were no windows in the foyer, and the four dimly lit forks in the road were like four huge mouths in the shadows, waiting for Brandy to throw himself into the net.

The wind in the foyer was quieter than the one in the hallway, so Brandy quickly made out the location, and the sound came from the road leading to the club room. He was no stranger there, and as recently yesterday afternoon, he had followed the erroneous guidance of passers-by to find Fleur in the activity room over there. But now at this time...... No matter how you look at it, there shouldn't be any students in it.

"Super Demon Spell - Armor Protection!"

With a somewhat hoarse male voice during the voice change, a silver color suddenly fell in mid-air, turning into the visible armor beside him, and he carefully walked into the corridor with his wand in hand.

Rows of classrooms are distributed on one side of the hallway, and on the other side are arched windows, and the outside light is very dim, making the corridor a little blurry inside. Brandi had to lean forward to make a faint eye out the nameplates next to the doors. The Divination Society, the Muggle Literature Society, the Gobstone Society, and the French Magic Day and Sleep Society, which did not understand the activities of the club... He passed by Fleur's charm club and suddenly saw something by the wall.

A girl's shoe?

He started a cold war, a bad premonition, like a large number of centipedes crawling on his back. A girl's shoes, pink flats, are so small that even a girl who has just entered school may not be able to wear them. The castle is fully cleaned every day, which means that the shoe was only left here today.

Brandi looked into the depths of the hallway...... He lifted his foot.

Soon, he found another shoe on the ground not far away. The bad premonition gradually began to become clear, and he reminded himself to be vigilant about the gradual progress around him, but his feet couldn't help but go faster and faster. His heartbeat was like a big drum beating in his ears, and he was trembling all over.

Go deeper—it's almost the end of the hallway.

I didn't know that the cry that was still faintly in my ears just now was gone, and in its place was the intermittent murmur that made Brandi's heart hairy, like something being wrapped in a thick layer of fat that was constantly struggling and squirming, and occasionally making a dull soft sound. A few steps further, he suddenly heard a muffled voice, muffled, as if he had something in his mouth.

Careful with his steps, he came to the end of the hallway, where there was the last room and a small door that led to the back courtyard of the castle. The door to the room was ajar, revealing a crack about a finger wide. He leaned against the wall to the door, and above his head was a rusty bronze plaque. With the help of the light from the outside, he carefully read the words on it.

Broom room

Exclusive to the Yellow Star Quidditch Club

It has been abolished

And then, a muffled voice came from inside the door. It was a man's voice.

Brandi took a deep breath, leaned over, carefully poked his head over little by little, and peered in through the crack in the door.

It was an extremely dark room, with no windows and no candles, and a little light in the hallway alone was not enough to see anything. But at this moment, there was a light in the room—the back of a man was slightly to the left, sideways to the direction of Brandy, and the wand in his hand shimmered with the faint light of a fluorescent charm.

“——”

The man's mouth was muttering something, not in English, but strangely not in French, but rather like a long string of strange syllables that didn't make any sense. His face was tense in displeasure, and his narrow eyes glowed red.

Where is he looking?

Brandi became vigilant, and he adjusted his perspective, realizing that no matter how much he moved, he couldn't see that far through the crack in the door. So he leaned his heart and gently pressed his hand against the door—

Squeak!

Brandi's head subconsciously retracted, his heart hanging high in the air, but fortunately at the same time, something seemed to be in the room fluttering heavily, and a muffled sound knocked down the debris on a certain shelf. The man snorted, not looking to notice the movement, so Brandi settled down and stuck his head out again.

At that moment, Brandi saw something squirming in the corner of the room, and a pair of cold eyes staring straight at him!

In a flash of green, he spotted me!

Caught off guard, Brandi's pupils shrank, and he threw himself to the ground in an instant. His reaction was not timely, the dark green spell should have hit his forehead smoothly, but thanks to the super magic iron armor spell blessed in advance, it bought him half a second or so - in an instant, as if someone had hit him in the head with an iron rod, Brandy's head jerked back, and flew backwards with a thud. With a tooth-aching crash, the iron armor spell around his body appeared a deep depression in the mouth of the bowl, and then slowly crumbled into pieces of shiny debris that dissipated with the wind. And even so, the green light did not disappear, but narrowly wiped Brandi's hair and flew over, blasting a deep crater in the wall behind him.

"Oh? An Iron Armor Spell that can deflect Avada's life! It seems that what Alector said is true, I really didn't expect Hogwarts to be able to raise monsters like you in peacetime. But it's a pity..."

The man held his wand and figured out from the wooden door that had been reduced to pieces. His eyes returned to their normal blue, and a sinister smile appeared on his gloomy face, which was undoubtedly Deken.

Brandy's eyes were starry from the first time he was hit, and his ears were filled with a piercing murmur, and the sharp pain in the back of his head made him almost scream. He shook his head blankly, struggling with his hands and feet on the bluestone floor.

"It's ugly." Dekkon let out a contemptuous voice, a wand, and the wooden spikes and rubble on the ground floated under the spell's control, the sharp part aimed at Brandy's body.

The straight-line distance is barely two feet.

"If the mission is overfulfilled, the Dark Lord will appreciate me."

The wand waved, and the downpour fell.

But it's not a muffled sound that pierces the human body.

"What!"

Almost at the same time that the Ten Thousand Bullets Spell was completed, the ground around Brandy suddenly surged violently, and a curved stone wall rose from the ground in front of him, forming a solid barrier. Bullet-like stones and wooden spikes struck it, rattling.

Deken's face turned cold.

Brandi grabbed his wand and struggled to get up from the ground under the cover of the stone wall, the back of his head swollen so high that he gasped for breath and there was no blood on his face. At this moment, for the first time, Brandy was glad that he had the long hair that had been crudely made by the Thick Hair Charm, and without its protection, he would have passed out and let others slaughter him now.

"Get out of the way!" With a flick of Brandy's wand, the stone wall between the two of them crumbled, revealing a devastated Dekkon in front of him, his wand once again spewing ominous green light. It's a requisition spell, but how could Brandy, who was prepared, make the same mistake again-

The stone slab beneath Deken's feet was raised high at one end. He lost his balance for a moment, and fell backwards, his life-requiring spell rising high with the swing of his arm.

Like a loaded cannonball, the last remaining door frame disappeared in the bombardment of the spell, and large pieces of broken bricks and stones were thrown out and blown everywhere.

How could Brandi let go of this great opportunity! He almost rushed into the room with flying stones—and instead of chasing after him, he tore off the silver ring around his neck and threw it into the darkness in the corner not far away!

There, scattered were a black, wriggling black cloth that was wrapped around something, bulging into a human form.

Voldemort bats.