Snape paused for only a few seconds before a cold, undulating voice rang out, "Mirror." ”

The stone beast leaped to the side, the wall behind it splitting in half, revealing the spiral staircase that led from the third floor to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

This change in the Headmaster's Office is a new challenge for professors who want to find Allen's report, but it is not difficult for Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick of Ravenclaw who were almost sent to Ravenclaw, and it is not a big problem for the Potions professor with a half-breed logical thinking in front of the stone, after all, he used similar methods to leave a challenge in the Philosopher's Stone incident in Harry Potter's first year.

Only the Hufflepuff Headmaster, Professor Sprout, was a few times flanked out in some humiliation, she wasn't stupid, she just hadn't been interested in this type of puzzle game for a long time, and had absolutely no experience with it.

Of course, this change also gives the average student the opportunity to go to the principal's office, as long as the student is smart enough to answer the puzzle of the stone statue, he can get a similar finding point in the principal's office, like Ravenclaw Dean Flitwick, but Alan handed the students not a small cake to dance, but an infinite cup of Goldigan tea- It's not pleasant and you can't stay long to escape its scent, but compared to Dumbledore's time, the average student has a chance to enter the Headmaster's office, and even the mischievous Weasley twins don't seem to have ever entered the Headmaster's office except for Dumbledore's resident guest, Harry Potter.

At the end of the spiral staircase, Snape had finally climbed to the end of the spiral staircase, and in front of him was a gleaming oak door, on which the brass knocker in the shape of a sphin's head had been replaced by a bronze three-eyed raven knocker similar to the Ravenclaw eagle knocker.

Snape knocked on the door three times, and the raven's eyes opened and they focused on Dean Slytherin, and the door opened automatically.

Behind the door, the new principal's office, which was renovated again during the summer vacation, is still basically a spacious, beautiful round room, but what used to be full of all kinds of funny little sounds has become some pleasant and ethereal sounds that come from somewhere.

The walls were covered with portraits of the old headmasters, witches and witches, whether they were pretending to be asleep and squinting or their eyes were blatantly wide-eyed, as long as they were still in their frames and did not go to the door, they all looked at Snape as they entered, but no one seemed to want to speak first on this lazy afternoon.

Gone were the many strange pieces of silver that had swirled and spewed small puffs of smoke from the long-legged table, replaced by glass tanks of dark green liquid, connected to each other by passages, and many white things were slowly floating around in them.

The young wizards, who are adventurous, experience new things with feelings, and enter the headmaster's office, have learned to stay away from what these mad girls say are aka maggots.

Because when the white-looking things come out of the liquid in the tank, you can't help but see their slimy cauliflower-like brains, and the thought tentacles of these things will immediately entangle the nearest person - being entangled by them will bring illusions and pain to the victim and leave deep wounds, and if you are unlucky, some black things will start to flow out of your mouth.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Alan found that he couldn't stop the groups of students from approaching, so he simply placed a large number of anti-Doctor Oblivion ointments on the huge table in the shape of a raven's claw in the house. - They were made by Snape, the Potions professor at Hogwarts.

In this quiet office, Snape did not see the figure of Alan Harris, and his eyes fell on the headmaster's office, not to see him concocting a single ointment, but a pale and abnormal hand standing quietly on the tray with a dark blue flannel backing, as if sensing Voldemort's approach, the slender hand like a spider's leg flexibly reversed his body to make his wrist stand, and then stretched out his index finger and hooked it in Snape's direction.

As it moved, the dark blue omniscient mark on the back of the little hand shone brightly, and the omniscient eye at the top, the eye surrounded by triangles and thousands of rays of light, was designed at the joints where the palm and fingers meet, and with the movement of the little hand, the eye continued to close and open, as if it were a living thing.

At this moment, the severed hand flipped and jumped, using the two fingers of its middle finger and index finger to move around the table like an arthropod, and it dragged over a blank piece of parchment, and hovered itself to hold a raven quill in it, which was dipped in an inkwell, and then wrote on the blank parchment in a font that was more beautiful than most of the wizards of Hogwarts: Headmaster Harris was not there, and was caring for the sick at the Heart of the Lake Manor, and he asked me to inform you, and you could wait here if you wished, or choose to wait for him to come back and inform you.

"Excuse me, please tell me to wait for him here. Snape frowned slightly, pulled out a chair, and sat down, his gaze swept over the perceptual imprint on the back of his small hand, his drooping eyes silently swept over his arm covered by his magic robe, covered by the camouflage ointment he had made himself, in fact, there was also a quick sigil, but because of his status as a spy, he rarely used it to contact Eren directly, so as not to be accidentally discovered by the Dark Lord or other Death Eaters.

But then, Snape was familiar with his first master, and from the iconic spider finger, he recognized that the severed hand of this necromantic creature should be the severed hand of the Dark Lord who had been cut off by Allen before, and he realized that Alan was probably able to accurately predict the location of the Dark Lord through this part of the Dark Lord's body, which also showed that Allen's act of cutting off the Dark Lord's palm was calculated- Snape felt a little sorry in his heart, he thought that Alan didn't know that the Dark Lord had found Vicna's hand, and felt that this kind of calculation had made the Dark Lord more powerful.

The little hand jumped back to where he had been, back to its original form, as if he had never moved.

The office was quiet, everything was motionless, and the afternoon sun was drowsy, and only the occasional snoring or sniffling of a sleeping portrait would break the silence.

The space occupied by the afternoon sun gradually shrank in the room, and Snape in the shadow would still blink if it weren't for his eyes, and it looked like a sculpture.

"Little hands... Go open the door, my useless stupid great-grandson, blocked by riddles. Phineas Nigelus urged his little hands in his portrait as he looked at Snape with his sly squinted eyes. The fingers of the little hand that was really hard to hold in his nest stood up, and he jumped off the table, twisting his middle and forefingers, and walked towards the door, sliding down the handrail of the spiral staircase, and soon disappeared from Snape's vision.

Soon, Sirius's scolding voice came from outside: "What the hell is this severed hand? And what the hell is this? What is the sound and the silence and the sound... Even if you answer that, what's the use... Professor McGonagall, this is fixing me..."

Facing Sirius who opened the door, he unexpectedly saw Snape in his chair, and his expression became impatient: "Snot, what are you doing here?

"An idiot who can't even get an entry-level riddle right isn't qualified to ask me. The usual sneer appeared on Snape's lips, "I'm a professor here, you're an outsider, what are you doing here?"

"Snape, you're going to have to answer riddles and the like—" Sirius pulled a chair in his hand, leaned back, cocked it, and shouted to the ceiling, "Wash your hair when you have time, that lump of ooze... It's amazing that a snot spirit like you can become a professor, and I thought Alan would fix that mistake when he became the new principal. ”

"It's better to be a professor than a loser, I know you like to be involved in everything, I think you must be quite ... Happy..."Not to be outdone, Snape shook his head, "... You guys seem to have always liked black (Blake BLACK) stuff... Is that why you went to the Ministry of Magic and didn't have to do anything?"

"I warn you, Snot," Sirius stood up, pushed his chair away, and strode toward Snape, drawing his wand as he drew his wand, "this is Hogwarts, let me help you remember the memories?"

This also angered Snape, who drew his wand, and the two of them formed a shelf, sweeping each other's faces and the tips of their wands.

The little hand that had just jumped up the stairs recognized the situation in front of it, it jumped out, quickly held the quill and wrote on the parchment before letting it fly between the two: "Duel, warriors, let my little hands be the witness, according to the latest Hogwarts duel method, there is the kind of wand that reduces the power of the spell in the cabinet, you don't have to worry about breaking the school rules by dueling at Hogwarts." ”