"Please tell me, it's not a dream, George..."

When the black curtain was pulled open, flashing lights and shadows appeared in front of the twin brothers, and the two people, who were proud to break into the office of a mysterious investigator, froze suddenly!

They stared at the wall in amazement, rubbing their eyes in disbelief, as if a Muggle who had a sneer at magic had seen real magic for the first time, their expressions both ridiculous and ridiculous.

"I'm sorry, brother--" George Weasley muttered softly as his mouth opened and closed weakly, blinking desperately as he tried to make sense of the great invention he had seen, "I can't give you any guarantees, but I think we've figured out how this Mr. Blaine is spying on all of Hogwarts in his office... All I can say is, it's crazy! ”

"yes, that's crazy--"

Fred's voice sounded like a magic sound, he looked down at the parchment with many words swimming in his hand, and then he focused his gaze on the grid pictures, and his wheezing voice grew thicker,

"Our map can't compare to this thing, oh, but... I still don't understand how he managed to do all this! ”

It took about ten minutes for the twins to save themselves from the endless shock, and the first thing they did when they regained consciousness was to throw themselves into the wall before they both threw themselves down, hoping that their eyes were embedded in the wall.

Because he was so excited, George's nostrils, which had not been bleeding much, were oozing trickle of blood again, but he didn't care about his increasingly pale face and dizzy head, and only cared about analyzing with Fred how Mr. Bryan turned into this epoch-making invention!

"--- I dare bet you with Percy's prefect badge, Fred, there must be an extremely advanced transfiguration in this!"

George's eyes sparkled with reverence, and he kept poking his fingers at the wall, but his eyes wandered around the wall.

"There should be an alchemy prop that will be used to transfer images from all parts of the castle to this transfiguration wall, and then restore it to a picture that can be understood--"

"And that's not all!"

Fred added loudly, "Look at the perspective of these images, George, he's at least installed a few hundred alchemy props in the castle for surveillance..., damn it, what the hell could have such a great function!" ”

The twins stood in front of the wall and discussed, analyzing the technical means that the system might use, and eventually, they came to an agreement that the surveillance equipment used multidisciplinary magical knowledge, and that knowledge was so profound that they could not figure it out now!

"You say, if we ask sincerely, is it possible for him to give us this hand?" Fred's face was full of hope, he stared at the picture, and suddenly felt that the map in his hand that he regarded as a treasure was not good.

"There's a problem, brother--"

George covered his nose and looked ugly, "If Mr. Blaine has been in the office monitoring everyone's movements, does that mean..."

The twins looked at each other and realized that the adventures of the two of them in the middle of the night had slipped out of the lounge and wandered around the castle in the middle of the night last week had probably been watched by Mr. Blaine.

"He didn't report it to Professor McGonagall... Perhaps, when we went out for a walk, he happened to fall asleep..."Fred's face was not very good, and he could not believe the possibility he had guessed.

Regardless of why Mr. Blaine didn't expose them, now was not a good time to dig into the matter, they hadn't forgotten that in about ten minutes, Amosta Blaine would finish his washing up and return to the monitoring room, and after pulling up the curtains, Fred walked to the door with his head dazed, and when his hand touched the doorknob and twisted, his expression became sad,

"There's a really interesting piece of information, George, and I can't wait to share it with you!"

"I'm desperate to hear that interesting piece of information from you, Fred," George said, holding his head and squinting his eyes, "but I'd rather you'd like to wait for me to lie in Madam Pomfrey's hospital bed before sharing it with me, Fred!" ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until then--"

Fred twisted the handle again, but as he expected, the bronze doorknob didn't move, "I think, we should be ambushed..."

Silence descended, and Fred and George looked at each other in awkwardness, both seeing a strange stupidity in each other's eyes.

The person who was entrusted with the important task of being sent into the school to track down the dangerous secret room opener must be an experienced wizard, how could such a wizard be careless as to leave this extremely important monitoring room unguarded?

Ten seconds later, the self-rescue operation began!

George broke away from Fred's support, and he pulled out his wand and aimed it at the doorknob at the same time from a distance of three feet, and looked firmly behind him, and at the same time whispered,

"Broken bones!"

A ghostly light like ripples of water flashed on the round doorknob, and then it fell silent again, without any change.

"Damn it, cunning fellow!" Fred gritted his teeth and scolded, "He's already planned to catch the little wizard who broke into his office, right! ”

Fred and George, who did not give up, tried several times in a row, but to no avail, all the spells were blocked by the powerful defensive spell applied on the door, Fred anxiously glanced at the parchment in his hand, and directly chose the most primitive way - to break hard, hoping to close the door.

"Stop doing stupid things, Fred!" George's eyes wandered around, and he quickly locked on the window on the wall near the Forbidden Forest, "Come and help, brother, maybe we can get out of here!" ”

"Are you crazy, George," Fred said with wide eyes, "this is the third floor, and I'd rather be caught by Mr. Inquisitor and given to Professor McGonagall than jump down and break my neck!" ”

That being said, Fred trotted all the way behind George to the window.

However, after another rush of work, the two of them collapsed to the ground and were completely rotten.

"Can you imagine, George," Fred scratched his hair frantically and looked devastated, "who would be a normal person to even put a protective charm on a window?!" ”

........

Amosta walked out of the prefect's bathroom with wet hair, and he seemed to be in a good mood, even humming an out-of-tune tune as he passed the statue of Foolpolis.

To be honest, he regretted a little that he didn't ask Professor Snape to be a prefect when he was in school, becoming a prefect can indeed enjoy privileges that ordinary little wizards can't enjoy, needless to say, the entire floor that he has been using all this time is paved with luxurious snow-white marble, and the large bathroom like a swimming pool is enough to be enviable!

The only thing that is not beautiful is that the sleeping mermaid portrait on the wall always likes to secretly open his eyes to look at his eight strong abs while he closes his eyes to recuperate, which makes Amosta feel a little embarrassed.

Two minutes before the end of the little wizards' class, Amosta walked leisurely down from the sixth floor to the third floor, and finally, he shook his wand out of his sleeve and stood at the door of his office with a smile on his face, his voice extremely light,

"Let me, then, unravel the mystery of the person who committed the crime!"