PS: There is a little situation, and I can only change it today. I'll make it up tomorrow.

Certain.

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"Professor?"

After Ron left, there was a sudden silence in front of the door of the break room.

Qingqiu didn't speak directly, but looked at him quietly, smiling.

This silence lasted for half a minute before it was finally broken by Anthony.

"Alright, Anthony." Aooka patted him on the shoulder, then motioned for him to go for a walk.

By this time it was getting late.

At the end of January, the evening was still cold.

The corridors were full of wind, and the empty castle had become a place where the wind was unbridled.

Aooka leads Anthony through the castle's moving staircase. The professor's eyes fell on him along the way, and although it was a smile that was not malicious, it made Anthony very uncomfortable.

"Dumbledore hid you so secretly!" Walking all the way, Qingqiu said suddenly.

"Uh... What do you mean? "Anthony is a little confused, Dumbledore is hiding him? What does this mean?

"Lady Strawney, although she is a well-known prophet in all of Europe, has a similar figure in the Chinese wizarding world."

"What are you talking about?" Anthony's brow furrowed, though he knew that Strawney was the grandmother of the professor at the school, the lady who lived in Hogsmeade.

But this didn't make him understand what Qingqiu meant.

"Of course you don't understand? It's nothing? At this time, Qingqiu, who was on the Riddler's upper body, was still smiling.

It seems like this feeling of hanging someone with a secret is very good.

The two made it all the way to the second floor of the castle.

In front of me was a huge mechanical clock, which clicked heavily in the dead of night.

Looking through the windows of the bell tower, there are endless clouds and darkness in the distance.

With the exception of a few of the castle's tower windows, which shimmered brightly, the entire Hogwarts was immersed in darkness.

"Professor?"

"Take it!" Suddenly, Qingqiu shook her sleeves, and a red, angular gem appeared in her upper hand, and then, after a graceful arching line, the gem fell right into Anthony's hand.

"Chang'an Taixue, sacrificial wine, the master greets you on my behalf, Anthony." Qingqiu looked at him with a smile, and then said, "Oops! My mission is complete, and I'm sorry I've been looking for Hogwarts for so long. ”

"I'll leave the castle tomorrow, Mr. Prime Minister seems to have some new information, this time I must catch Jin Cangshui." She clenched her fists, her eyes revealing tenacity.

The gaze looked out the window into the distance.

I stopped for a long time.

Then, he quietly left here.

Only Anthony was left looking at the ruby in his hand, in a daze.

He didn't seem to notice that someone around him had left.

...

What a beautiful ruby!

It will definitely be worth a lot of money, and this is Anthony's first reaction when he sees the gem.

Then a strange sense of familiarity came over me. This gem should be an accessory on an item. One thing that is important to him...

But what could it be?

Why don't you have any impression at all?

The bells around me rang in my ears.

Inexplicably, some sparse sounds came from the wind.

At first, it was just a murmur of gossip.

Later, the sound gradually became louder and clearer.

Anthony seemed to hear many people calling him.

But not by his name.

It's an honorific title.

The voice was clear: For the king!

Long live the King!

Long live the king！！！

...

No one knows how Anthony got back to the Gryffindor common room.

Harry said he had returned to his dorm room in despair, then collapsed on his bed and fell asleep.

The next day.

The first thing Anthony did when he came to his senses was to take out the skeletal hookah that Dumbledore had given him that belonged to Grindelwald from the cabinet next to the bed.

I didn't have time to think about it, I felt the snakeskin tube and blew out a breath, and after the skeleton emitted a golden light, a hookah spread violently.

However, to Anthony's surprise, there was no picture this time.

The hookah still takes on the form of a water mist.

Odd.

Anthony, who was on the side of the bed, holding a skull, frowned.

He probably knew why the hookah didn't show up, it should be that his empty brain was a mess.

But the voice I heard last night.

...

He lifted his palm and gently stroked the skull, then stuffed the hookah back into the drawer.

...

"Professor, professor." Anthony knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office, waited until he heard an answer from the insiders and pushed it open and walked inside.

"Oh, Mr. Windsor, what's the matter with me? Your face is very bad. ”

"Also, it's time for you to go to class."

Professor McGonagall sat in her chair, looking at him worriedly. The little guy's condition is not very good, the dark green eyes are abnormally red and swollen, and the bags under his eyes are also swollen, and it looks like he stayed up late last night.

There is already a Hermione Granger in her own college, and she doesn't care less about staying up all night.

Ms. Pomfrey had already sent the pick-me-up several times.

That potion can't be taken for long.

"I know." Anthony nodded, he walked over to Professor McGonagall's desk and stood still, and asked in a struggling voice, "Professor!" Where does Professor Aooka live. I... I'm looking for something with her! ”

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him, "She left Hogwarts early this morning with a few Aurors. ”

"Left?" Anthony's eyes widened.

"Professor Aoqiu's job is to catch that wizard criminal, but she was invited by Headmaster Dumbledore to visit the school for a few days, and she has her job." Professor McGonagall said lightly.

Anthony blinked, he had ten thousand doubts in his heart, but he didn't know how to say it.

In the end, he could only sigh, shake his head, and say, "That... Disturbed the professor. ”

"Hmm."

Professor McGonagall nodded, continuing to work on the papers in her hands.

"Oh, yes, Anthony! Qingqiu left a book, saying that it was left for you. As if she had suddenly remembered something, she pulled out a palm-sized booklet from the bookshelf behind her, which was clearly out of harmony with the books around her.

"For me?" Anthony took the book from Professor McGonagall in confusion.

Then he left the professor's office with doubts.

...

"Some people seem to feel that they have a slight talent in other subjects and can skip my classes. I don't think I'm talking about you. Mr. Windsor,"

First class in the morning.

It was Professor Snape's Potions lesson.

At this time, the professor was standing at Anthony's desk, staring directly at the thin boy in front of him, his lips pursed tightly, as if he was suppressing something.

He was trying to control the fire in his heart.

"Uh... That one... Well... Hello, Professor Snape! ”