Recently, in response to the horrific incident widely circulated in the wizarding world that the law enforcement team of the Holy See Inquisition publicly executed three children with wizarding talents at the stake in Kelled, the Royal Council of Wizards sent an investigation team to Kellled to conduct an on-the-spot investigation and negotiate with the Holy See to find out the truth of the matter.

It is reported that the three children were uncontrollably silent, wreaking havoc in Kelled, which had caused dozens of Muggles to lose their lives, and the Holy See law enforcement officers rushed to the scene after becoming aware of the incident, quickly brought the three uncontrollable silent ones under control, and at the strong request of the surviving Muggles, burned them at the stake.

A report was followed by several pictures of the city burning and exploding in flames, hand-drawn rather than the moving photographs they were accustomed to seeing in the Daily Prophet.

More of the content under the picture is obscured by a copy of "How to Make a Good Soup", and Ron reaches out to open the book, but just like he tried to pick up the "Hogwarts History" on the shelf, which is not quite right.

"What the hell is this trick!"

Annoyed, Ron tried desperately to pick up the cookbook, but no matter which angle he picked it up, it failed, and whenever his fingers touched the book, the book that appeared to be solid stuck to the table like a thin sticker, and Harry's attempt to pull out the newspaper-like notice failed as well.

"It's probably some kind of defensive magic--"

Hermione frowned and looked at Harry and Ron, who were desperately scratching the table, and said uncertainly,

"To prevent people from tampering with this office"

"Oh, yes!" Ron lifted his sweaty bangs and panted and said, "What a wonderful spot!" ”

Harry stopped trying, and he looked at Hermione,

"The Silent One. What's that, Hermione? ”

"The Silent is the Wizard, Harry—"

Hermione answered the question without difficulty, "Some wizards who have suffered great psychological trauma will have their magical power out of control in their bodies, thus giving rise to powerful dark forces in their bodies, but they are very unstable and uncontrollable, and it is easy to cause harm to themselves or others. ”

The three Harry, including the two house-elves, fell silent.

In the afternoon, the golden sunlight filled the office through the window, and the overly dazzling light made the scene outside the window hazy and invisible.

"Holy See. That's Muggle religion, right? ”

Ron frowned, disgusted,

"Why didn't they put these three Silent Ones in Azkaban, how barbaric they were to be burned at the stake, and what was the Royal Wizarding Guild?"

"Has it been reported in the Daily Prophet?" Harry continued to ask Hermione for answers, as Hermione was one of the few Hogwarts students who insisted on reading the Daily Prophet,

"And Kelled."

Harry searched his mind for the name of the city, because the Dursleys had a habit of reading the weather forecast after dinner, so he had an image of the name of the city in England, but he really didn't know which county Kellered was in.

"--Is this the wizard's special name for Muggle cities?"

Harry continued to ask.

However, this time Hermione's 'jack-of-all-trades' failed, and she couldn't answer any of Harry and Ron's questions.

The fear came from the unknown, and it was clear that they were in a quiet, peaceful office, but on closer inspection, everything here was full of irrationality and weirdness, and Harry gradually realized that this office probably did not belong to any of the Hogwarts professors.

"Let's get out of here first—"

The fear in their hearts grew more and more fierce with each second of silence, and after a moment of silence, Harry had already had an idea, he didn't care about the other words on the desk that might prove the identity of the room's owner, but beckoned Hermione and Ron, and ran to the wall where a huge floor-to-ceiling painting was hung.

"We've just fallen under this painting—"

Harry looked at the painting and said solemnly.

This floor-to-ceiling painting is the only landscape in the room, with black and yellow paint rendering an open valley floor in a warm way, with a breeze blowing through golden wheat fields, birds hovering under a low but incomparably blue sky, and a ridge road that divides the wheat fields from the bottom of the frame to the far reaches of the painting.

"You're saying this painting is the real Gate, Harry?"

Hermione pressed her face close to the painting, carefully observing every detail of the painting, but unfortunately, with her vision and knowledge, she couldn't see anything wrong with the painting.

"Let me try it!"

Hermione raised her vine wand to the portrait and whispered words under the eager gaze of Harry and Ron, as well as Dobby and Donm.

Hermione's staff spun down one spell after another, but when they touched the painting, they disappeared like mud into the sea without any reaction, but it was also like a proof that the painting was probably hiding some mystery.

"Maybe we should do it the other way—"

After a moment of thought, Harry pulled Hermione, who never gave up, and aimed his magic at the painting.

"What are you going to do, Harry?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Maybe we should learn from Seamus--" Harry shrugged his shoulders as he moved his wrist, "and when traditional techniques don't work, explosions may have the unexpected effect!" ”

"Wait, Harry!"

Hermione was startled and hurried to stop it. But Harry, who had been trained, was extremely fast, and as soon as he raised his hand, the red light of a silent disarming spell had disappeared like an arrow from a string, and it disappeared into the oil painting in an instant!

Call!

And this nonsense act actually had an effect, the silent oil painting was like the sea under the moonlit night wrinkled waves, the oil painting in the waist of the wheat ears swaying frantically as if they were experiencing a strong wind, the extreme distance of the ridge road that divided the oil painting, suddenly a black shadow appeared, and quickly enlarged in the vision of several people!

Sensing the approaching danger, Tim pulled Hermione away from the portrait and blocked her, while Dobby threw Harry to the ground, leaving Ron standing dumbfounded, staring at the protruding oil painting.

The canvas grew in amplitude, and at one point, the picture suddenly burst into light, and in Harry's roar, Ron stumbled backwards, supporting his body with his two hands in horror!

Crash!

The dark shadows on the screen became clearer and clearer, and then—

Bang!

Amosta jumped out of the painting and landed on the ground, looking at the three little wizards and two elves who had fallen to the ground in front of him, raising his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth pulled into a smile of unknown meaning,

"Have you had fun, several?"

Professor Brian?!

Looking at the person who suddenly appeared from the painting, the three of Harry's long mouths could literally stuff two eggs!

Silence surprises embarrassment

The three little wizards, who had gone through a complicated mental journey, slowly got up from the ground and honestly stood in a row in front of Professor Bryan. However, although they looked trembling and waiting for reprimand, the hearts of the three little wizards were sincerely relaxed.

"I'm glad to see you still alive, three--"

Amosta said in a relaxed tone, "Otherwise, I, the director of the Student Safety Office, would have to report my resignation to the school board." ”

"It's all my fault, Professor!" Hermione's lips pursed and whitened, and there was a cry in her voice, "It's me. It was I who insisted on coming in and seeing, Harry and Ron were just afraid that I would be in danger."

Harry and Ron obviously knew that they were in trouble again this time, and they almost put themselves in it, but they wouldn't let Hermione bear the punishment alone, and both boys were eager to say something, but before they could say anything, they were stopped by Professor Blaine,

"Don't rush to take responsibility for yourself, three-"

Amosta's eyes wandered around, and at a glance, his eyebrows were frowned, his relaxed appearance was gone, and his eyes suddenly became solemn.

"I'm afraid we're just getting into trouble--"

(End of chapter)