Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

The great man said that practice is the only criterion for testing magic.

"Magic is not allowed in the corridor!" Filch's old face was very serious, and a messy cat squatted at his feet.

"But, Mr. Administrator, we are in the classroom." The girl whispered, "We did not violate school rules."

"That won't work either!" Filch shouted.

In an empty classroom on the second floor of the castle, training dummies lay crookedly on the side.

Filch put his hands on his hips and looked at the two little wizards in front of him with a gloomy expression.

"Mr. Filch, we have an approval note written by Professor McGonagall." One of the boys slowly retracted his wand and took out a square-sized note from his pocket.

Filch took the note with a suspicious look on his face, but the signature of Professor McGonagall on it could not be faked.

As the lifelong administrator of Hogwarts Castle, having sent away generations of students, he is naturally very familiar with the signatures of various professors.

Oh, except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who changes every year.

Filch read the note several times and used his slightly dirty fingers to dig at the location of the signature. There was a case like this two years ago---

Filch viewed it as a lifelong disgrace, a stain on his career.

Gryffindor, those damn Weasley brothers were discovered by him during a night outing in their first year, but the two Weasley brothers took out a note with the professor's signature on it, proving that their night outing was In order to assist the professor in magic research.

I thought it was unlikely that the first-year wizard would lie.

But it turned out that he was too naive. In retrospect, the brothers' words were full of loopholes. For this reason, he specifically asked the professor at the time about this matter, but the professor's blank expression said everything.

The two little wizards blocked by Filch in the classroom were naturally Soul and Hermione.

The note was of course genuine.

"I will confirm this with Professor McGonagall." Filch picked at the handwriting several times but failed to remove it.

So he said coldly and left the classroom with his cat.

After a while, Soul and Hermione also left the classroom.

"It would be nice to have a place to practice magic without being disturbed," Hermione said before separating from Soul at the top of the stairs.

Sur's heart moved because of these words, and his sleeping memories suddenly began to attack him.

There seems to be such a place in Hogwarts Castle, an ever-changing mysterious room. As long as the little wizard asks for something, it will definitely respond.

It seems to be on the eighth floor of the castle?

Maybe you can explore it when you don’t have class tomorrow...

The next day, after herbal medicine class, Soul wandered to the eighth floor of the castle. He only remembered that this room was in a painting of a troll holding a big stick. How to get in remained to be discovered.

The corridor on the eighth floor of the castle was so big that Soul couldn't find the portrait representing the entrance to the Room of Requirement even though he walked halfway around.

It took some time, and the sky started to get dark, so he had to end the search and leave the eighth floor to eat in the auditorium. If he was late, he would have to eat bread, which was not good.

There is no rush to find the Room of Requirement, and we will search the remaining half of the corridor tomorrow.

Soul was thinking about something in his mind and did not notice the person walking opposite him on the stairs.

"Oh, you...are you okay?"

"It's okay, Professor Quirrell." Soul patted the dust on the wizard's robe and quickly got up from the ground.

Quilinus Quirrell, oh no, he has turned into the shape of Tom. To be precise, he should be called --- Voldemort Quilinus Quirrell.

Quirrell asked Suer kindly what was going on here, doubts and curiosity flashed in his eyes, because under normal circumstances, the little wizard would not come to the upper floors of the castle.

"I have no classes in the afternoon, so I want to take a walk around the castle." Soul lowered his head, not looking into Quirrell's eyes.

If he remembered correctly, Voldemort was one of the few wizards in the original book who was good at Lepiranium spells. For this type of magic, the best way to deal with it was to avoid looking at each other.

"Oh?" Quirrell looked at Soul, who had his head lowered and was wearing a Hufflepuff wizard robe, and the doubts in his eyes diminished a little.

"It's true... Hogwarts Castle is... a very... wonderful place. I did the same thing when I was young. matter."

Quirrell stammered and chatted with Sur for a few words. He was concerned about Sur's study situation and then let Sur go.

The chat between the two fully demonstrated the harmonious relationship between teachers and students.

But Quirrell didn't notice that Soul looked back at him after descending a few flights of stairs.

Is Voldemort going to the Room of Requirement?

What was he going to do?

With doubts, Su Er returned to the auditorium.

If this is the case, you may have to be more careful when searching for the Room of Requirement. It's okay to bump into Quirrell once or twice, but more often than not will inevitably make Voldemort suspicious, which is not okay...

Since Voldemort can possess adult wizards, it is no longer a problem for young wizards. For the sake of their lives and a happy future, it is better to be cautious.

After quickly deciding to go again tomorrow, Suer happily picked up the silver table knife. Today's dinner was charcoal grilled steak. If he ate faster, he might be able to eat a second piece.

At night, the bad chess player Moen and the bad chess player Justin started another passionate wizard chess showdown, while Suer was holding a book "Introduction to Transfiguration" and reading it with gusto.

There is also a distinction between the level of bad chess players. Moen, who comes from a wizard family, is obviously more skilled than Justin.

But there are always surprises.

"You lose!" Justin screamed strangely and jumped up from his seat, with a stunned look on his face.

Sur turned his head and glanced. Several chess pieces were lying on the edge of the chessboard. A black knight raised his sword and drove the white king off the throne. The white pieces who were eliminated early were cursing at Moen.

Morn dejectedly chose to admit defeat. According to the agreement, the loser tonight would be responsible for going to the Hogwarts kitchen to get supper.

"Bring me one too, thank you." Suer shouted to Moen's dejected back with a smile.

Moen did not look back, but raised his hand and waved.

"What are you looking at?" Justin approached Suer with a red afterglow after winning the chess game on his face, "[Introduction to Transfiguration?]"

Justin knew every word on the page, but when combined, why did it suddenly become words he didn't recognize?

"This is the content of the fourth-grade Transfiguration class." Sule answered Justin's question in a friendly manner and explained to him what a transformation spell was.

But judging from Justin's mosquito-repellent eyes, he didn't understand at all.

"The Sorting Hat must have made a mistake. You should have gone to Ravenclaw instead of Hufflepuff." Justin looked at Soul with a look that looked at a monster.

After a while, Morn returned to the Hufflepuff lounge with a lot of food in his arms.

After a feast, Su Er touched his belly, happily lay on the bed as soft as a cloud, and fell asleep.