The steep spiral staircase leading to the tower seems to be the easiest stretch in the world.

Rig and Harry had to come under the cold night sky before they lifted the illusion charm.

Quietly waiting for the person who came to pick up Noble.

"I don't know what's going on with Hermione and Ron."

It's important for them to transport Noble here, and there's no room for loss on Hermione's side.

From time to time, Rig glanced back at the road he had come from, and only after confirming that it was dark and quiet did he look at the sky again.

The castle soon became lively.

Rig could see the dark shadows running in circles under the light, but unfortunately it was too far away to hear the sound.

Noble moved violently in the box.

It could be that the wine woke up and was tearing the chicken.

After a night of physical labor and magical use, Rig and Harry's stomachs were empty.

They rubbed their bellies and waited, expecting a big meal tomorrow morning.

The scattered dark clouds allowed the moonlight to fall on the tower, and the two small figures standing were so obvious.

About ten minutes later, the four broomsticks were high in the air and made their way down the Black Lake, and they saw Rig and Harry waving.

Charlie's friend managed to land at the tower.

They are all merry people.

They showed Rig and Harry the ropes they had improvised so they could hang Noble between them.

Several people worked together to tie Noble safely to the rope.

Then Rig shook their hands and said many words of thanks.

I watched Noble float up and fly away.

Finally, Noble is gone.

Rig and Harry didn't know if they would ever see Noble again.

Would Noble still recognize them if they were seen again?

Those wizards, when she was a child, fed her and played with her every day.

Rig and Harry waved wistfully to Noble, who was getting farther and farther away, for a long time, before slowly going downstairs.

Before going downstairs, Rig took a look at the castle.

The lights were all out, and probably Hermione was done.

Rig and Harry talked as they went downstairs.

There were no other sounds in the quiet tower.

Rig and Harry also felt a little scary, and slowly stopped talking, and quickened their pace.

For a moment, there was only the thud of them coming downstairs in the tower.

On the last floor, Rig was just about to take a step when he made a sudden stop, and his feet were lifted in mid-air and did not fall.

Harry crashed into Rig unsuspectingly, and Rig barely managed to hold on to the handle.

Harry was about to open his mouth to ask when he saw Rig suddenly raise his left hand and swing it in the air.

Harry glanced over and nervously covered his mouth with his hand.

Rig looked at the first floor with a solemn expression.

A long shadow hit the last few stairs.

Will this be the professor or who?

Rig looked back and met Harry's terrified green eyes.

In fact, they are not afraid of professors, at most they will deduct points.

But what if it's Quirrell?

Thinking of the noseless monster on the back of Quirrell's head, Rig was more cautious.

He can't do the illusion spell silently, just a few steps away, and he will be heard when he uses it......

Rig clenched the spell, the magic circulating through his body, and the flames gathering momentum.

If it's really Quirrell, there's no way to find out if he's using dark magic.

Stay alive first.

Rig carefully dropped the first step.

A familiar female voice urges impatiently.

"Alright, let's get out of here."

Hearing the familiar voice of Professor McGonagall, Harry was finally able to breathe again.

He was breathing heavily, it scared him to death.

Even if I got to know the real ghosts of the Fat Friar, I still had to take classes with Professor Binns every week.

What happened just now was too scary.

Harry remembered the horror stories he had seen at Aunt Penny's house.

Rig also breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his body, and no longer entered a state of readiness.

Rig and Harry sped down the last few stairs to the entrance to the tower.

The moonlight hits the entrance.

At the lead was Professor McGonagall, her shadow shining through the open space in the doorway and into the staircase on the first floor.

Behind Professor McGonagall were a dejected Hermione and Ron.

Hermione kept her head down and didn't speak, and Ron snuck in and apologized to them.

What surprised Rig the most was that Malfoy was also here.

His eyes widened in surprise, how could even Malfoy be caught.

Staring, looking at the forest, looking at the moon, looking at Professor McGonagall, just Malfoy, who didn't look at him, looked at it for a while.

Rig understood, this kid was about to show his stuff.

Professor McGonagall didn't speak, clutching her wand and clapping her palms.

Look at these little wizards, you look at me, I look at you.

Finally, Rig, who had felt quiet for too long, cleared his throat and was about to speak, when he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"So, you really have a dragon in Hogwarts?"

Professor McGonagall looked at Rig with a serious gaze.

Rig was about to scream in the face.

How do you say everything!

Rig looked viciously at Hermione, Ron, and Malfoy, only Malfoy's eyes wandering.

Okay, it's this kid.

Rig silently deleted the excuse he had just come up with.

He accompanies Harry in astronomy lessons, Hermione helps Ron with Charms lessons, and Malfoy is a passing villain.

He and Harry had really looked at the sky for a long time, and Rig could now draw a trace of the stars for Professor McGonagall with his bare hands.

Of course, only for the ones that are particularly bright.

Hermione and Ron must have used a lot of spells today, have they raised the level of spells?

That must have improved.

Strong words, dog words, dog words, Rig is the best.

This point is the most profound with zero feelings.

As for Malfoy, he would rather die than die in poverty.

There is always someone to be punished, so why not him?

"Dear Professor McGonagall," Rig said respectfully, "it was all an accident, and we didn't want to break the school rules, but we had to make this decision for the sake of the dragon's future." ”

Malfoy blushed and muttered, "It's not that I'm a little dragon", followed by difficult words such as "I can't tell the professor", "The Ministry of Magic can't be relied on, only on its own".

Ron laughed in a low voice, if it weren't for you, how could Noble be exposed?

Forgetting that he had chosen the balcony with a view of the tower, Ron, who exposed Rig and them, was angrily stepped on by Hermione.

Ron screamed and jumped in place.

Harry couldn't hold back his laughter for a moment.

Outside the tower, the air was filled with joy.

Rig didn't know how much Malfoy's colander had said, but he tried to hide Hagrid's existence.

Professor McGonagall watched in silence as her favorite student pretended to be.

In fact, when she saw wizards flying around and away from the terrace, she was no longer angry.

No wizard could have entered Hogwarts without Dumbledore's permission.

In other words, the actions of this group of little wizards came from the acquiescence of the principal.

But it can't be unpunished, just deducting 20 points is too cheap for them.

It's just a culture that fuels night tours.

Professor McGonagall groaned and said, "Because you and Harry violated the night tour, Gryffindor will be deducted another 20 points. ”

Professor McGonagall then looked back at Malfoy, who thought she had escaped.

"Mr. Malfoy, Jr., since you are also involved, Slytherin has also been deducted 20 points for you."

Draco stared at Professor McGonagall in disbelief, he didn't expect to be deducted points as well, "Professor McGonagall! ”

Professor McGonagall pressed his hand against him and motioned for silence.

"Administrator Filch will take you to Hagrid next week, and you'll need to do the confinement punishment together."

The next day.

The awakened little Ravenclaw wizard passes by the House Cup, which is piled up with four House Points Gems.

Surprised, "Hey, why did we come first?" ”