"Rest you," Roger said as he lay on the table with his chin on his hands, "I don't think we have a chance to play." With so many professors and this castle to rely on, it's impossible to allow students to go out..."

Caroline's eyes widened suddenly, and she reached out in disbelief and touched her brother's forehead: "I don't have a fever... Could it be that this school is really so powerful that it can make dogs change their habit of eating?"

"If I'm a dog, aren't you a dog, or a little," Roger rolled his eyes angrily, "This is a wizarding school... The headmaster is a very capable guy, and if he really doesn't want the students to get out of the castle, then there is basically not much we can do to get out. ”

"Then let's not wait, let's go out now. Caroline had a tendency to stand up.

Roger immediately stretched out his hand to suppress her, and said with rare seriousness: "Don't make trouble, is it true that what I just said is all nonsense? This time it may be several times more serious than the situation during the summer vacation, and carelessness will kill people." ”

When the elder sister saw her brother's attitude, she put away the hippie smile: "Is it really so serious?"

"Maybe it's even more dangerous than I said..."Roger said affirmatively, tilting his head and glancing at Caroline, grinning: "Ouch, you don't have to be so nervous, anyway, something happens here and others go out to work hard, we all belong to the protected part~" Nervousness is basically an unused emotion in this cargo.

This time, even if you want to go out to wave, you have to see what the situation is talking about. The fog during the summer vacation can pose a deadly threat to Caroline, and if this time is more dangerous, Roger will not be able to let his sister go out to wave.

It wasn't difficult to tie her up and send her home if necessary, and Hogwarts didn't ban Floo powder.

"Yes, there's nothing to worry about in Hogwarts about safety other than those moving staircases. Blake, who was sitting next to him, interjected with a smile.

Harry had already explained the fog to him, and the conversation between the siblings had unconsciously let go of their voices.

"That's true," Roger nodded approvingly, "When I first came to Hogwarts, I often missed breakfast because of the unlucky staircase. ”

"Hey, don't you think there's something wrong with this memorial at this time?" said Harry, moving his stool forward, dissatisfied.

"Well, indeed..."Roger straightened up, rubbed his chin and said, "I remember that there was no wine in the past, and it was indeed a little bit worse..."

"That's not what I said!" Harry gritted his teeth.

"Are you hungry?" Roger blinked and looked down at his watch, "Well, it's time for supper, no wonder..."

“... I kind of get it, unsympathetic bastards are talking about people like you. Harry taunted him weakly, and turned away from him.

Roger was about to go back to something, but Caroline, who was beside her, sat up straight suddenly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking at the old lady.

"Do you feel it?" said Caroline.

Hermione also looked at her and asked, "Feel what?"

Caroline nodded: "The vibration is weakening...... Stopped!"

This time, without saying it, Roger and the others and the people in the auditorium all felt the vibration like a massage chair suddenly disappear, and the entire auditorium was already in place, and a few seconds later, a louder discussion rang out.

"I have a bad feeling," Caroline said thoughtlessly.

Hermione knocked on Roger's table, lowered her head and whispered, "Do you remember what Hagrid told us about earthquakes in the Forbidden Forest?"

"The one that grows on the black stone?" Roger also lay down, "Do you suspect that this earthquake is the ghost of that stone in the Forbidden Forest?"

Hermione nodded, "Well, remember? Hagrid said that the black stone wasn't as tall as the tree in the center of the Forbidden Forest, but before the fog appeared, I saw a small black dot appear in the hedge wall..."

"I saw it too," Roger said, looking down at the small pit on the table, "and the earthquake and the fog came together, do you think it's a coincidence?"

The girl shook her head slightly.

"It's a pity that this kind of thing is too rare," Roger sighed, his fingers trying to widen the pit, "It's only twice, I don't know much about anything..."

"There has been!" Caroline said suddenly, and Roger, who was next to her, could clearly feel the old lady's muscles begin to tense.

"What happened?" Hermione's words came out of her mouth, and she reacted immediately, and asked in a whispered voice, "Monster?"

Caroline nodded, and looked at Roger with a strange expression: "This sense of urgency is familiar to me, I should have dealt with it..."

This time, Roger was stunned: "Your acquaintance is here?"

The old lady rolled her eyes: "Yes, it's also your acquaintance." ”

Roger began to rub his head: "Could it be that Carrie graduated and came here to make a visit?"

Caroline sighed: "In that fog at my school, the monsters that appeared with a strong sense of crisis, but very weak... There is also a soft stomach with a big knife installed on his hands and feet..."

"The one you said is called a scarecrow..."Roger smacked his lips and corrected: "No matter how weak a chicken is, it can be regarded as a demon, and it is easy to misunderstand it with such a cute nickname..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he himself was stunned, and asked the old lady for confirmation in a slow voice: "You don't feel wrong?

"It can't be wrong," Caroline nodded earnestly, "nothing has given me such a strong sense of urgency other than this... And the strength of that thing is unexpectedly weak, and I was also very impressed. ”

Seeing that Caroline's attitude was not quite right, Hermione also became a little nervous and asked, "Why, is it difficult to deal with the monsters that appeared?"

Roger's fingers tapped his chin one by one: "What should I say... I'm not sure..."

"By the way, how much can you feel?" he asked the old lady again.

Caroline gave him a blank look: "What do you think I am? Humanoid radar? It's good to feel something, and last summer didn't give me any sense of crisis..."

"Okay," Roger grinned and rubbed his hands, turned his head and his face changed, and said to Hermione in a dark way, "I'm going to be mentally prepared with you, everything that came this time is from hell..."

"Ghosts?" Hermione's first instinct was to look up at the resident Hogwarts ghosts floating above.