"Ministry of Magic Agent Rosie?" The fat woman glanced at her ID with some crampedness, repeated Rosie's identity in a low voice, and said, "Mr. Potter should still be in class right now, I remember that the second grader's class on Friday afternoon was Dean Sprout's herbal class and, uh......"

The fat woman thought for a moment, then continued, "And Dean McGonagall's Transfiguration class, Miss Detective can go to the Transfiguration class on the first floor to find him." ”

"Transfiguration class?" Rosie muttered a sentence in his heart and asked, "What time does the Transfiguration class end?" ”

"Five-thirty, well, if Dean McGonagall doesn't drag the day, it's five-thirty-hour." The fat woman repeated the time, emphasizing.

"Thank you for your answer." Rosie held the sides of her cloak in her hands and bowed slightly in thanks, then turned and walked downstairs.

"Who is this, fat woman?" A crumpled looking witch suddenly squeezed into the portrait of the fat woman, looked at Rosie's departing back and gossiped, "The behavior looks like a kind of fifties." ”

This is due to the fact that Rosie was nurtured by those NPCs in the main game time.

The fat woman stepped aside, trying to make herself feel less crowded, before she said, "That's right, Violet, it's a lot like the wizarding etiquette of the fifties, ah, what a nostalgia." ”

After a pause, the fat woman, who seemed to remember something, said: "Speaking of which, I seem to have seen a girl who looks very similar to this detective fifty years ago, could it be her mother?" ”

"Miss Detective?" Violet repeated in surprise.

"Yes, I saw her credentials, a probationary agent for the Ministry of Magic." The fat woman explained.

……

Rosie walked slowly downstairs, and the portraits passing by all looked at her, as if wondering why she had just hurried upstairs and now went downstairs.

The continuous movement made Rosie feel a little hot and sweaty, and he took off the cloak and put it in the inventory, and adjusted the lace on the chest and cuffs of his blouse, and then exhaled a long breath of heat, and his body felt a little cooler.

"Are you going to the Transfiguration class to find Harry Potter? Isn't it a little bad to interrupt the students' class, and besides, it's still a branch dean's teaching......" Rosie, who had already walked to the second floor, suddenly muttered in his heart, "I remember that Hermione found the clue of the basilisk in the library in the original book, and if I want to trigger this clue, do I also need to find the book that records the basilisk in the library?" ”

"Anyway, there's still an hour before the end of class, so I might as well go to the library first to look for clues, maybe there will be some unexpected gains."

With that in mind, Rosie turned around and walked to the library on the second floor.

In the opposite direction, unlike the washroom where Myrtle was located in the south, the library is located on the west side of the second floor of Hogwarts.

Its gates are two reddish-brown wooden gates with rectangular patterns carved vertically.

At this point, its doors were closed and the other half open, leaving room for about two people to walk in at once.

Rosie had been to this place before, but at that time the library was still an unopened game map, and it was impossible to enter it.

Rossi walked in through the ajar door and saw at a glance the thousands of bookshelves that were tightly packed inside.

A rough estimate shows that there are at least thousands of books on the shelves.

In the center of the library, there are more than a dozen long desks and dozens of wooden chairs, presumably for students to read.

Near the middle of the bookshelf, there is a desk that is noticeably taller.

An elderly woman who looked a little malnourished sat behind a desk, leaning against the desk with one hand on her cheek, and the other hand seemed to be flipping through some book.

Rosie knocked lightly on the door, and only after attracting the attention of the emaciated woman did she walk briskly forward.

"Hello, ma'am, I'm Rosie, an agent from the Ministry of Magic, and I'd like to look up some information here."

"Hello, Miss Detective, I'm Elma Pins, the librarian."

Mrs. Pince glanced at the pass shown by Rosie a few times with a scrutinizing gaze, and then nodded and said solemnly: "You can go and check, but you have to remember that the library will close at eight o'clock, and you are not allowed to eat or destroy books in the library!" ”

"Of course, I'll take notice." Rosie put away the pass and promised with a smile.

After hearing what Rosie had said, she nodded silently, then withdrew her gaze and looked at the book on the desk again.

Rosie glanced down, then asked, "Does Madame know of any book that contains a record of a basilisk?" ”

Hearing this, Mrs. Pince was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment and said, "It seems that there is a collection of books about the basilisk in the forbidden book area at the back, but I have forgotten the specific name, you need to find it yourself." ”

"Okay, thank you for your guidance." Rosie thanked him and followed Mrs. Pince's guidance to the forbidden area deep in the library.

"'Muggles who fall in love with wizards usually do not betray their husbands or wives, and when lovelorn Muggles say that their ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend is a wizard or witch, they are usually ridiculed by other Muggles'."

While walking towards the depths of the bookshelf, thinking about what he had just seen from the books that Mrs. Pince had just inadvertently flipped, Rosie couldn't help but laugh in her heart: "I can't imagine that this stern-looking Mrs. Pince actually likes to read such gossip books." ”

Compared to the ordinary reading area, where there are still a few students in blue uniforms flipping through books, the forbidden area of the library is a little colder and quieter.

A dozen bookshelves, symbolically enclosed by three red hemp ropes, stand against the wall, and at first glance they are clearly distinguishable from the ordinary areas that are deliberately placed far away.

Although she was wearing a knee-length skirt, Rosie didn't care about raising her leg and stepping over the hemp rope.

I thought that the books on this shelf, which should be rarely read, would be somewhat stained with dust on the covers.

But it wasn't until she got closer that Rosie was stunned to find that the books were spotless.

"Is it the magic of cleansing that has been constant? Or do some people often go through and clean it up? Thinking so, Rossi picked up a book with a big black dog on the cover called "Death Omens."

Flipping through the catalog, Rosie found that there was no useful information, and put it back again.

Then, she began to sift through the titles in rows, trying to quickly find the books that contained the information she was looking for.

Just as she was looking for it, a closed eye on the top bookshelf suddenly opened, and the dark pupils exuded a cold aura.

The next moment, its main body struck at Rossi like a pitch-black arrow.