Snape remembered very well that he still had the Illusion Charm on him.

At this time, pretending to be air is the first, most deserving, and most appropriate choice for normal people and not so stupid stupid people.

"Stop pretending." Harry held up his wand, "I can smell your head oil in the Gryffindor Towers. ”

Snape's face sank.

This wasn't a planned line.

Shouldn't it smell like a potion?

"Stop." Harry whispered, reciting the incantation.

Snape held down his wand under his robes, surging with magic in his body and resisting Harry's spell.

As if the ice disintegrated, the magic of the illusion spell was made clear little by little.

The eraser smeared on the paper, clattering Snape's figure out.

His heart also seemed to disintegrate, and there was a ripple.

Three years ago, that summer, he didn't have such a huge amount of magic. But now, his magic power has surpassed his own, Snape is in a trance, in the blink of an eye, it is really just a blink of an eye, Potter is already sixteen years old, and he will be an adult in half a year - wizards are 17 years old.

In terms of magic, the magic in the body of a 17-year-old wizard will be completely stable.

Mentally, this age is just right, past the immaturity of adolescence, and begin to have a self-conscious and clear understanding of the world.

There are only two years left before Lily gets married.

He was in a trance.

The illusion spell was completely broken.

"Professor Snape." Harry hid his doubts and questioned in a cold tone.

Snape's magic shouldn't have been broken so quickly.

"Potter, I remember it's curfew." Snape's face was ugly, "The restless Gryffindor started to wander at night again, and Potter deducted ten points for violating the school rules. ”

"Before the professor deducted points for me, I wondered why the professor was here?" Harry stared at him, his tone unchanged, "I remember the seventh floor, the eighth floor, and the Gryffindor Tower, which no one is allowed to enter except for the Gryffindor students and Professor McGonagall. ”

"Professor Snape, you shouldn't be here."

Snape didn't speak.

Harry leaned over and looked behind him, "And, what's going on with this door?" ”

Snape took a deep breath and whispered, "I heard rumors from the Slytherin students that there was a hidden chamber on the eighth floor, so I came and check it out. ”

"Really? But why not tell Professor Dumbledore directly. Harry looked at him calmly and took a few steps forward.

Snape's eyes narrowed, "I'll have to make sure it's true." ”

"After all, Slytherin doesn't often appear in Gryffindor Towers."

Harry continued to look past him, looking at the doorknob on the wall, which had not been touched for a long time, and even faded a little because of Snape's thoughts: "That is now certain to be true." ”

"Professor, you don't have to be so sneaky."

Snape didn't speak.

"How do you open this door? How many backs and forths in front of it? When the door to the wall finally disappeared, Harry stepped forward, touched the smooth wall, and muttered to himself, "I'm afraid not, although this is the eighth floor, it is close to the tower, and there are many people passing by every day, if it was just such a simple trigger, it would have been discovered a long time ago." ”

"Spells?"

"No, Professor Snape didn't speak just now."

Snape was next to him, but Harry didn't ask for help.

"Let me think."

"The mind is magic."

Harry tried to move around, a thought in his mind.

A door slowly protrudes from the wall.

"Sure enough." Harry whispered, turned his head, and looked at Snape, "Professor, please go and let Professor Dumbledore come over." ”

Snape nodded, "I see." ”

He looked back at the door and turned away.

Harry waved his wand.

Quinn's shield, armor, illusion charm, and finally summon the Patronus, the big one, to completely protect himself.

All safety measures are in place.

He reached out, twisted the doorknob, clicked, opened the door, and walked inside.

"I need a place to hide something."

With this in mind, Harry agreed to his request and opened a door in the wall.

He didn't think about it.

"Open the room where Barty Crouch Jr. hides something." Or "Barty Crouch Jr.'s room", after all, he and Dumbledore have erased Crouch's vows with Hogwarts, and for Hogwarts, Crouch is a non-existent person.

Moreover, in the face of the magic of the masses, it is difficult to be so refined.

Whether it was Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff who cast the spell, it certainly wasn't Gryffindor.

Harry and his sisters had consulted Godric, and he knew no more about the castle than the young wizards in the first and second years, and he had spent the rest of his life teaching young wizards or dueling with people.

Stretch without a trace.

Harry was the first to smell the magic.

The room was large, even a few points larger than the school auditorium, the ceiling was so high that it was impossible to see, only the darkness, the moonlight came in through the bay window, and Harry felt like he was stepping into a city of miniature sculptures.

For thousands of years, it seems that many little wizards have broken into this place.

Of course, it's more house-elves, who seem to have a special preference for this place.

Harry smelled a lot of house-elf stuff, discarded furniture, desks, chests, scrubbing tools, layer upon layer, piled up into a high mountain, rickety, but protected by magic, standing tall and dangerous, but never going to fall.

There are also many books.

Most of the discarded textbooks are discarded, and there are even more notebooks that have been scribbled indiscriminately.

Of course, those dead pets are not a few, owls, toads, toads, and corpses are dried in the lanes and crevices of buildings.

even

There are also some strange creature corpses.

Dried baby dragon carcasses, five-legged monsters, horned camels, and even a few goblin corpses in armor.

Harry looked sorry for a while.

These have lost their magical properties and become ordinary, unremarkable dried corpses.

Harry continued to walk inside.

It's hard to imagine how wonderful Hogwarts used to be, with steel swords, axes, shields, a set of armor worn by humans, and even a few ancient cannons, and a small half-cut train.

Harry suddenly stopped at a fork in the road.

He smelled the scent of black magic and was new to his existence, no more than a month.

Without hesitation, he renewed his protective magic and strode in that direction.

An ugly statue of an old wizard burst into his field of vision.

(End of chapter)