Chapter 65 The Dumb Cannon Can Actually Perform Magic!

Opposite the tapestry of the troll beating Barnabas with a club on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle is the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

Gretel rushed here after leaving the greenhouse.

He wanted to go to the room where Tom Riddle's diary was hidden to confirm his thoughts.

In order to prevent Tom Riddle from destroying it, Gretel requested that the room be empty with only a set of tables and chairs.

He clearly remembered that when he left, the diary was still on the table.

Tom Riddle, who was forced to be 007, sat on the chair with a melancholy face and pondered.

But this time when he came in, the table and chairs were still there, but Tom Riddle and the diary had disappeared.

There was only a lonely piece of paper on the table, with blood written on it, Mudbloods will always be Mudbloods.

Even after so long, the blood showed no signs of corruption, and it looked no different from what was just written.

Gretel knew that it was Tom Riddle demonstrating to him.

Even though he had become a Horcrux, he was not something a mudblood could handle.

The paper he left behind was just to show off his ability to Gretel.

Too lazy to communicate with this madman who was obsessed with killing, Gretel disposed of the annoying paper with a blazing fire.

He knew Tom Riddle could feel it.

The blazing fire was to tell Tom Riddle, who was living in the diary, that he had gained freedom, and the cat and mouse game had just begun.

In the past few days in the greenhouse, in addition to helping Professor Sprout take care of those troublesome plants, he kept the rest of the time in his mind.

So far, he has not studied even one-tenth of the treasure house given to him by Professor V.

Because there are too many soul spells involved, without the guidance of a famous teacher, casual research may turn himself into a ghost like Professor V.

If he can establish a good relationship with the young Professor V in the diary, he may be able to absorb it with proof.

This is why he wanted to get the diary with all his heart.

Now it seems that only the old Voldemort, who was split to the point of obsession, looked at him differently.

So Gretel no longer forced to get Tom Riddle's help.

Besides, he was just doing research. As long as he didn't do anything to his soul, he wouldn't easily turn himself into the next Professor Voldemort.

With this in mind, Gretel relieved the pressure that had been hanging on his heart.

In the memories left by Voldemort, many small spells about the soul were found.

For example, the mark on the arm of the core Death Eater was the product of the improved soul positioning spell.

In the hands of ancient wizards, it was a necessary means to protect their apprentices and servants.

Similarly, Gretel also improved this small spell, reversed it, and used the soul fragments on his body as positioning coordinates.

Within a certain range, Gretel can sense the location of other souls of the same origin through the spell.

So, even if he was kept in the greenhouse, Gretel didn't feel anxious at all.

Because he knew that no matter who Tom Riddle's helpers were, they would continue to take action.

As long as they take action again, Gretl will be free again.

At that time, walking around Hogwarts with a spell, the current situation of the enemy in the dark and us in the light will be different.

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Gretl never thought that the opportunity would come so quickly.

He came out of the Room of Requirement and saw Filch and Lucius coming over.

Hearing the footsteps of someone coming, Gretl hid himself. To be more secure, he also cast an Invisibility Charm on himself.

"Here we are."

Filch stopped and stood opposite the tapestry.

Lucius looked confused. This is just a wall. How could it be a place to hide things?

Looking at the dying old Squib in front of him with a bad look, Lucius felt like a fool who was fooled by others.

"Dear Mr. Lucius, I wonder if you have heard the story about the Room of Requirement?"

Filch's face was so excited that his sallow skin turned red.

He, a Squib, actually knew secrets that wizards didn't know, especially since this wizard was the head of a pure-blood family.

Not only that, he could also make this wizard listen to him in front of him, just like teaching a student, which really made Filch unable to restrain his excitement.

"This is the entrance to the Room of Requirement. As long as you concentrate on thinking about the place you need and walk through this wall three times.

After that, a door to the Room of Requirement will appear on the wall.

Since you want to find a hidden thing, you should concentrate on imagining a room where things are hidden."

Filch said it seriously, but Lucius was skeptical.

Looking at Filch deeply, he felt that this Squib didn't dare to offend him.

Not only because he was an adult wizard, but also because of his identity as a Hogwarts director.

If Filch was making fun of him, he, Lucius, swore to Merlin that Dumbledore couldn't save him.

According to Filch's words, Lucius closed his eyes and devoutly imagined the room he needed.

A secret room where the black diary is hidden and will not be discovered.

He walked very carefully, and with every step he strengthened his demands in his mind.

Until the third time he passed by, a smooth door suddenly appeared on the flat wall.

Lucius relaxed all of a sudden. It seemed that this Squib did not deceive him after all.

Just as he turned around to praise Filch, he saw a wand in the hand of this Squib that looked like a wooden stick.

Why did he say it was the same as a wooden stick? To be honest, if the phoenix feather inside had not been exposed in the peeling part.

He would have directly said that it was a wooden stick, "fainted."

Lucius' last thought before he fell was: Why can a Squib cast a spell? This is not scientific at all.

Not to mention the aggrieved Lucius, Gretel, who watched the whole process, was also shocked by Filch's performance.

Gretel saw that when Lucius closed his eyes and began to recite silently, Filch took out the wand from his arms.

But he did not do it, but quietly put the wand into his sleeve.

Until the moment he came out of the entrance of the Room of Requirement, Lucius's spirit relaxed instantly.

Filch lowered his wrist and held the antique that was unknown how many years old in his hand.

Otherwise, the wizards' world is actually full of intrigues.

The scene of fighting with spells like a gunfight is not real at all.

The real wizard battle is to find every opportunity to catch others off guard.

The gentlemanly behavior of counting down three shots like cowboys in a gunfight does not exist in this gentleman's country.

Shooting each other secretly is the "proper" way of "proper" wizards.

Lucius's defeat was not unfair. No other wizard would be effective here today.

A squib, and a squib that the Ministry of Magic has recognized for many years. How could anyone guard against it?

Not to mention that Filch's flattery was still on his face until he fainted.

Black, really black.

Gretel is now basically sure that Filch is the murderer who took the diary.

However, these still need to be verified.

Before that, he needs to prepare carefully, avoid all waves, and make sure to knock Filch down with one blow.

Filch picked up the cane that Lucius dropped on the ground, carefully pulled out the magic wand hidden inside, stroked it lovingly, and reluctantly put it into his pocket.

As early as when he took Lucius upstairs, he noticed that Lucius never left his cane.

Just like Rubeus Hagrid, the half-blood fool, everyone knew that his magic wand was hidden in the umbrella that he never left.

If it weren't for staying in Hogwarts, Filch would have written a letter to report to the Ministry of Magic.

Meow meow meow, finally made up the second update, I feel like it's going to end soon, good night.

I must start saving manuscripts today. If I don't save manuscripts and stay up late every day, I might die suddenly one day.

In the days to come, let's keep a stable two updates, occasionally three updates, save a wave of manuscripts, and burst them out in April for the big guys to see.

Good night, oh no, good morning, my lovely book friends and big guys, your chapter is really interesting.

Small theater

Gretel: Go to sleep, stop arguing, if you arguing, I will arguing.

Professor Voldemort: Go to sleep, stop arguing, you arguing the first teacher Professor Voldemort also arguing.

Snape: Go to sleep, stop arguing, if you arguing, I will arguing with my apprentice.

Voldemort: Snape, I won’t talk about your betrayal of me in advance, but you stole my apprentice, we must fight to the death.

Shenfeng~

Avada~

Gretel: Stop fighting.

PS: It rained really hard that day.