"I know where this is, isn't this the staircase next to Room 13, I remember that the fourth step of that staircase is the one that disappears. Hey, it looks like we're really connected to this treasure trove! ”

They ran over happily, and Hermione stepped on the fourth step first. Brandi followed closely behind, and he leaned down......

"How-this is, Sleeping Dragon...... Do not disturb ......? He blinked, his mouth full of doubt. Hermione, the paint here is different, this time it's not silver-gray, it's blood-red. Feed! It really looks like it's blood! Does it have any special meaning? ”

"How is it possible, the blood of something can be kept for a thousand years without being decomposed, Brandi is still a Muggle, you don't even know this bit of common sense, don't get excited, wait for the last one to read, let's go back and think slowly." Hermione shuddered, "The castle at night is still a little cold, I have a little bit, ah- you are?" Actually, I don't ...... at all Hmm, thank you......"

She blushed suddenly, took the robe that Brandi had handed her, and wrapped it around herself, Brandi's robe was a little long, and she couldn't even reach out her hand when she wore it on Hermione's body.

"Next is—" She scrambled to pull the parchment out of her robe. "The staircase where the 10th step on the seventh floor disappears, huh? Tier 10? She squinted suddenly, looking thoughtful. Is there a 10th step on the seventh floor that disappears? Hey, Brandi, you've had-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Brandi's face changed, and she suddenly grabbed her, pulled her down the stairs, and then violently pushed her into the same corridor where they had drugged Loris. Hermione only had time to see the look of horror and panic on his face.

"Hide." His mouth moved a few times, but there was no sound, but the clever Hermione still guessed what he meant, and she quickly tiptoed into the depths of the hallway, and as soon as she turned the corner, she heard a sound from the direction of the stairs that made her blood freeze.

"Why you! Mr. Barton! ”

It's Professor McGonagall! She found us!

Hermione quickly shrank back, half of her head sticking out to look at the staircase not far away.

"It's past four o'clock in the morning!" Professor McGonagall's eyes almost burst into flames, "I can't believe you dared to do this, I thought it was Harry Potter at first!" I really didn't expect to trick Draco and Longbottom into getting them into the castle - and then make noise over the armor promenade so they could be caught! Plus staying up all night and not wearing wizard robes? Kindness!? ”

Professor McGonagall's voice had never been more terrifying, "Would you be happy to do this?" ”

"Neville?" Hermione heard Brandy's panicked voice, "I don't know, Professor! And Malfoy, he's not—"

"Oh? Not you? Professor McGonagall snorted, "Lend me your wand, Mr. Barton." If you insist that what I'm saying has nothing to do with you. ”

Brandi was visibly stunned, he didn't seem to know what Malfoy and Neville's capture had to do with his wand.

He didn't know, but Hermione knew......

She bit her lip hard and was about to go outside—but Brandy's hidden hand behind her back kept swinging, and he didn't want Hermione to go out and carry the pot with him. He then reached out and handed his wand to Professor McGonagall.

"Heh~ I forgot that you're only in the first grade."

Professor McGonagall pulled out her own wand and looked at Brandi with a serious expression. "In case you don't know, there's an easy way to spot the spell that the wand cast last time, Barton, you know."

She raised her wand and docked it with Brandy's.

"Flashback Pre-Spell!" Professor McGonagall snorted coldly.

Hermione heard Brandi gasp as she saw a huge expanding humanoid object emerge from where the two wands met, it seemed to be made of a special kind of smoke, growing wildly from the size of a ping-pong ball, and after a while, Hermione saw it for what it really was.

It's the armor amplified by Brandi's expansion charm!

"Now...... No more excuses. The Levitation Charm sends the armor into the sky and blows it up with the Expansion Charm. Not a bad idea, isn't it, and you don't admit it? Do you need me to summon your levitation charm again? Professor McGonagall lowered her wand, and the armor, which had swelled to half a man's height, vanished with a crisp pop.

Brandi reflexively took his wand back, knowing that if he used the flashback charm again, Professor McGonagall would find someone else out there! Then all you need to do is search the dormitory, and everything will be exposed!

"I did it, Professor!"

"Admit it? Okay, now add one more to try to deceive the dean...... Mr. Barton, what you have done today is serious enough to fire you! ”

Brandi's body trembled.

"Alright...... Now come with me! She heard Professor McGonagall say coldly, and turned and walked into the darkness. Brandi froze in place, then followed her dejectedly, and before leaving, his hand beckoned in his direction, as if to signal her to hurry up.

"Brandy!" Hermione looked worriedly at his back hidden in the darkness, and her heart was full of bad premonitions.

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"I'm outraged, Mr. Barton."

Brandi had now been ushered to Professor McGonagall's study on the second floor, where she sat Brandi in an armchair near the fireplace. Brandi's face was ashen, and he didn't say a word. He also wanted to make up some lies to fool him around, but he was desperate to find that each one was more and more untenable, what could he do? Neville and Draco's capture wasn't what they expected! Wandering around the school in the middle of the night, deliberately creating chaos, and maliciously causing two students to be arrested - should I be ready to pack up and buy tickets to go home?

Professor McGonagall crouched on her desk writing what seemed to be a note, and she stopped her pen, grabbed her wand and waved it, and the note folded itself into the shape of a paper airplane, and flew off into the fireplace.

"Boom~"

The fireplace, which was not in use, suddenly erupted into a blaze, and the note disappeared.

"Given the seriousness of your matter this time, I don't think there's anything I can do with you alone - I just contacted the principal, and he'll be over in a moment if nothing else." Professor McGonagall said, "I'm really angry, I don't think I'm too bad of you, you should be at least the kind of person who values a sense of honor." But look at what you've done? Cheating on classmates? Disrupting the castle? Violating a curfew in the middle of the night? ”

She was so angry that she could barely speak, and Professor McGonagall picked up the teacup in her hand—it was shaking, and she took a sip, trying to calm her emotions. "Anyway, you'll need to be locked up with Draco and Longbottom - yes, they're also night castles after all, for whatever reason. Of course, it's more serious than that - Gryffindor deducts a hundred points. ”

"A hundred?"

Brandi's face turned white all of a sudden—it wasn't as simple as 10 or 20, Harry had just saved Gryffindor with a good game some time ago, deducting a hundred points, which was the distance from heaven to earth.

"No, Professor! You can't-"

"One hundred and fifty points!"

"Professor...... Please! ”

"That's two hundred! And don't forget the fifty points at Longbottom! If you say one more word, I'll empty my house's scores! Professor McGonagall was growling, her long, pointed nose snorting. You don't need to question my punitive measures! Mr. Barton, this is the price you pay for fooling your classmates into causing trouble! To be honest, I've never blushed so much for Gryffindor students other than you! God—this is my own college. ”

Brandi's spirit seemed to be drained in that instant, and he lost his strength and leaned limply back in his chair. In this one moment, he had already destroyed all of Gryffindor's hopes, two hundred points - the last time he fought with Slytherin, he was deducted a hundred points.

Is that point in the Gryffindor hourglass really enough to deduct yourself?

While he was thinking wildly, a green flame suddenly erupted from the fireplace, and an old man stepped out of the flame. Dumbledore is here.

"So......" Dumbledore lifted his glasses, and Brandi was surprised to find that he didn't see the disappointment in his eyes, what was he thinking?

"I know what happened, now Brandi—do you have anything else to explain?"

Brandi looked into his eyes, and there was no joy or anger under the pupils of the sea. He suddenly remembered Charlie's letter - just for a moment, he was drenched in cold sweat.

Now think about it, how did his friends get to the Tower on a broomstick through Hogwarts' heavy spell protection? Without the permission of the professor or the president...... There's no way outsiders can get in here. Could it be that Dumbledore ......

Dumbledore was still looking at himself.

"No, sir." He froze for a few seconds, then quickly lowered his head obediently, pretending to be ashamed. "It's my fault, Professor Dumbledore. I don't have anything to say......"

Dumbledore nodded, "Minerva?" So what was your decision? ”

"Two hundred, plus confinement, Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall said lightly, and Brandi read a hint of sadness and reluctance in her tone. "But I still hope I don't expel him, he's just naughty after all......"

Brandi's eyes widened, Professor McGonagall was actually pleading with Dumbledore? This usually meticulous menopausal old woman?

"Quite a proper punishment, Minerva. I respect your opinion, so that's the end of today's business. Alright, Brandi, if it's all right, go back and rest. It's almost five o'clock, and although there should be no class in the first grade tomorrow, it is enough to have enough strength to face greater trouble. He blinked in a seemingly cheerful manner, his tone pausing heavily on the trouble.

Brandi was stunned, he suddenly couldn't understand what Dumbledore meant. What does he want to let himself do?

A bigger problem?