Amosta watched a disappointed-looking Harry Potter leave his office, and in the end, he didn't get a glimpse of the secrets that were not humanly humane.

Amosta was not surprised by this, a young wizard of this age was already in a sensitive period, and he was born in Slytherin, so he had no reason to trust a stranger instead of telling Headmaster Dumbledore what he knew.

However, after the trial just now, Amosa did confirm that Potter was hiding some extremely important information, and if he knew this information, the situation probably would not be so passive.

"Perhaps, I should think of some way to gain his trust?"

Amosta stared at the flickering light on the ceiling, frowning in anguish, what would happen if the heir had never shown his feet?

Amosta had thought that maybe he could get some Polyjuice Potion and pretend to be Colin or Justin, spread the word that the little wizard who had been attacked had woken up, and provide the school with key clues to the identity of the killer, and that he would only need to show his face as an impersonator and hide in the school hospital.

This is a good idea, but there is a loophole, and if Colin and Justin do not see the murderer when they are petrified, then this method may not frighten the attackers.

"Let's wait and see--"

Amosta withdrew his gaze, he moved his finger at the surveillance wall, and the curtain quietly opened, staring at the swaying figures on the wall, he muttered,

"If there is no progress, then the only way to hug the thighs of the protagonist group is --"

.............

Leaving Mr. Bryan's office, Harry walked towards the Gryffindor Tower, where he had planned to tell Hermione about the conversation, but Harry thought about it and felt that there was no urgent need to borrow Hermione's wisdom.

He'd figured out the most crucial thing, and that was that Mr. Bryan wouldn't easily believe the rumors in the school, and that he wouldn't put anyone in the castle in jail until he had the exact evidence, and that was enough for Harry.

As for not telling Mr. Bryan about the horrible voice and Dobby's warnings, Harry thought so.

Since Mr. Blaine refuses to clarify for himself, even speaking out about these things is unlikely to change the outcome, but rather makes him appear more suspicious.

And, he'd always thought that if anyone needed to know about these things, it would be Headmaster Dumbledore - Harry thought as he passed the doorway behind the portrait of the fat lady.

With the exception of Percy, the Weasleys' children were sitting on a large soft couch under a bright crystal chandelier, and they immediately showed a relieved expression when they saw Harry, and waved to him happily, which also made Harry's heart warm.

"Well, Harry, did that Brian make things difficult for you because of Filch?" Ron stood up and handed Harry a glass of pumpkin juice.

"It's better than I thought it would be, Ron." Harry grinned.

Twenty minutes later, when Harry told them the whole story, the Weasleys, who were nervous and worried, relaxed a lot.

"Oh, that Mr. Investigator seems to be wiser than we thought, George, and it looks like we're going to have to make some adjustments to our plans." Fred muttered, but looked a little disappointed, "We were going to give him some color!" ”

"Don't, Fred." Harry said worriedly, "Mr. Bryan isn't Lockhart's kind of showman, he's not that easy to deal with!" ”

"Trust professionalism, Harry." George said triumphantly, "We never miss!" ”

"What are you going to do?" Ron looked at George with interest, "Throwing big at his office?" ”

When Harry said that he would not be thrown out of school for some reason, Ginny's pale and haggard face, which looked like she hadn't slept for half a month, regained a little blood, and she let go of the hand covering her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn't take long for her breathing to become rapid again, and she looked nervous

"Mr. Bryan said he was monitoring the school, but how did he do it... I mean, he almost never stepped out of his office? ”

It was a puzzling question, and Harry couldn't answer it, but his instincts told him that Mr. Bryan wasn't lying, and that they had been discussing it for a long time, and that the end result was probably something to do with the wall covered by the drapery.

"Looks like we're going to have to go, Fred!" At the end of the conversation, George raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly at his brother.

"Of course, George, except for the two of us, probably no one will be able to sneak into his office!" Fred winked at George.

After everyone had left, Fred whispered to George,

"Do you think that Brian will have a copy of that, too..."

"Shut up, Fred!" George looked at Percy, who was struggling to climb into the break room, and said hurriedly, "Wait until tomorrow, we'll be able to figure this out." ”

On Tuesday morning, Gryffindor's third year was Professor Flitwick's Charms class, and today, he was introducing the young wizards to a spell that would make them laugh out loud - the Happiness Charm.

"--- important thing is that your wand needs to make a subtle upward movement at the end of the spell move, ladies and gentlemen," Professor Flitwick said in a shrill voice from a book standing next to the podium, "or you will find yourself lying on the floor with a black-haired baboon standing on your chest when you wake up!" ”

"What are you two pondering?"

Angelina saw that Fred and George hadn't practiced spells with each other at all, but had hung their heads and peeked at a piece of parchment, on which there were many dense letters walking back and forth.

"Voyeurism is a despicable thing, Katie, I don't want a despicable person to be my teammate~"

Fred looked away from Angelina's gaze, and then quietly cast a color on George, who immediately shook an orange-yellow candy from his sleeve when he got the signal.

"If I die, Fred, remember to bury my body in Filch's office!" George said with a grin.

Three minutes later, the noisy classroom fell silent amid a series of eardrum-piercing screams, and everyone was stunned by the bright red liquid that erupted from both of George's nostrils at the same time, and Professor Flitwick trotted over, also panicked when he saw George's miserable appearance and the large blood stains on Fred's robes,

"Frey... Oh no, George, well, whoever you are, can someone explain to me what's going on! ”

"He's going to die!" Fred helped George, who was pale, with a grief-stricken face, "Will you allow me to find a place to bury my dear brother?" ”

"No one will die, Weasley!" Professor Flitwick said annoyedly,

"Take him to Madam Pomfrey to deal with it, if you can, I want you to come back and practice the Happiness Charm, this lesson is important, Weasley, because..."

Flitwick stopped before he could finish his words, for after hearing that he had allowed him to go to the school hospital, the two Weasleys jumped up and jumped out of the classroom without looking back, leaving Professor Flitwick standing in a large pool of blood.

Because it was class time, there were very few little wizards wandering in the castle, Fred and George covered their noses all the way, and when they reached the fourth floor, Fred proposed to investigate Brian's office by himself, and let George go to the school hospital for a simple treatment.

"We haven't figured out an antidote to this thing yet, George, maybe it'll drain your blood!"

"Don't go it alone, Fred, you can't take all the credit alone!" George covered his gurgling nose and rushed straight to the third floor.

According to the results of several days of observation, Amosta Bryan would only leave his mysterious office between 10:30 and 11 in the morning and 4:30 in the afternoon, first go to the kitchen to find something to eat, then go to the prefect's bathroom to take a bath to relieve his fatigue, and finally, rush back non-stop.

The process of cracking the defensive spell on the office door was much easier than the twins had expected, and a simple opening of the spell in the Alaho Cave did the trick.

The twins slipped into the room with their waists bent over, the simple furnishings in the office were transparent at a glance and did not deserve special attention, Fred and George stood in front of the black curtain and looked at each other excitedly,

"Count down to the three, let's uncover this mystery together!"

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