It's not that I'm selling it over there, and I don't really want to tell the kind of riddle I hate the most.

Connor was really just telling the truth now—he really didn't know what was going on.

If there was any suspicion about Snape at the beginning, it must have been.

Ever since he read in the newspapers that the Potions professor had been accused of being a Death Eater, Connor had always had a basic wariness of him.

But if you want to button him now, that's not enough.

Because again, there is another very good reason:

"Headmaster Dumbledore trusts you, Professor Snape."

“……”

Snape didn't respond, but his brow furrowed unconsciously.

There was an eerie silence on both sides.

Seeing Connor's calm expression, Snape certainly had no way to treat him as an ordinary child.

What's more, he was also the person Dumbledore cared for.

However, after all, they have no common words between them, and they do not know much about each other.

Except for teachers and students, it is difficult to call them acquaintances.

However, before they could continue the stalemate, a wolf howl echoed from outside the school.

Under that bright character, it was so clear that it even tortured Connor's ears directly.

Snape didn't bother to emphasize anything, he just cast a spell silently, and tapped his wand lightly on the door lock.

'Click'

The old lock, which didn't seem to be anything special, fell off.

The Potions professor pushed the door in, looking a little anxious.

But before the door could close, Connor saw the big man in the room taking a nap.

Seven or eight meters long, far more than three meters tall, a huge canine with three heads, it just lay quietly in front of a huge trapdoor, and its head rested right on the trapdoor.

And there were no other traces in the room, it was very clean.

The sound of snoring shook the sky, telling the calm of the place.

It was not disturbed at all by the wolf howls coming from the outside world.

"Three-Headed Dog ......"

Without waiting for Connor to pay serious attention to its face, the three-headed dog, who had still closed his eyes, stared at him directly.

Even though Snape's footsteps were silent, and even Connor himself couldn't hear them, the three-headed dog was still alert.

Even, it had opened its massive eyes, and the three heads were staring at Snape's location.

There was no barking, and it even began to grin and show its fangs - unlike the average breed of dog, the mouth of the three-headed dog is capable of secreting toxins.

If you bite it and don't get immediate treatment, you won't be killed immediately, but at least you'll end up partially paralyzed.

In an instant, Professor Snape was confronted by the three-headed dog, who had fully awakened.

Without any deterrence, the three-headed dog just watched Professor Snape quietly, but its silence was precisely the most dangerous state.

Seeing this scene, Connor no longer had any hesitation:

He waved his wand directly.

"The cloak is flying!"

"Whew!"

The spell rang out with the three-headed dog's howl, and the black cloak dragged Snape straight towards the doorway.

At the same time, the sturdy dog flew straight to Snape's location.

'Knock'

The muffled sound of teeth clenching echoed, and the dog's muscled claws slammed to the floor.

'Bang'

The time-worn floor of Hogwarts could still withstand the three-headed dog's pounce, but the scene still made Connor's teeth sore.

"This kind of thing...... It's also a bit outrageous. ”

After dragging Snape out of the hallway, Connor couldn't help but sigh.

And at this moment, he happened to meet Professor Snape's gaze.

"You'd better give me an explanation, McMaub."

Being dragged back by the Flying Spell is certainly not a pleasant taste.

But Snape was more concerned with something else:

"A good student like you should also understand that it is not difficult for an adult wizard to subdue a three-headed dog."

"I know, but isn't there something wrong with the three-headed dog's alertness, doesn't Professor Snape think so?"

Connor spoke calmly about his thoughts.

"Whether it's you or me, we're just trying to make sure there's anyone going through here, through the only trapdoor to get down there."

Yes, in this case, you don't even need to check the inside of the trapdoor, the reaction of the three-headed dog says a lot.

"Wait for me to do a test......"

Connor took out a piece of wood and placed it on the ground, quickly transforming into a large rat with its hair shedding.

"Squeak Squeak"

The rat began to look around, and then scurried straight into the room.

Snape frowned slightly, he seemed to be able to think of something, but still a little unclear.

But soon, the three-headed dog in the room moved.

The rat's movements were scurrying towards the trapdoor, but it still couldn't match the three-headed dog's keen gaze.

'Smack'

With a sound of flesh and blood collapsing, the three-headed dog smashed the newly born wooden mouse into pieces with one paw and knocked it back to its original form.

"See, Professor Snape, although the experiment was done in a hurry, and many of the conditions were not right, the three-headed dog is full of energy now."

As for Snape, there was indeed a hint of contemplation on his somewhat gloomy countenance:

"The unfamiliar smell will alert it, and even rats can kill it with precision......"

"Yes, it's almost impossible to get through a trapdoor without using a means similar to phantom shifting, and a normal wizard wants to get through a trapdoor......"

"Then there will inevitably be a conflict with the three-headed dog, but there are no wounds on the road now, and there are no signs of a fight in the room, so you want to say that no one has passed through here, do you?"

"Great speculation, Professor Snape."

Connor clapped his hands, looking like he was cheering, but Snape felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

He even remembered Dumbledore, a tone and attitude that gave in an inexplicable look.

But soon, he stopped thinking about this kind of thing, and his mind was spinning, and he thought of some strange questions.

"Wait, if it's not to get through the trapdoor, then what are these things happening tonight for?"

He couldn't help but ask.

It's asking yourself and it's asking Connor.

"Professor Snape can't think of it?"

Connor said nonchalantly.

"The Forbidden Forest riots, the werewolves are wandering, if nothing else, maybe the werewolves are ready to invade the school, an event of this magnitude...... The professor might as well guess if Hogwarts will be brought to the forefront. ”