Chapter 669

After consuming a precious blessing chocolate, he managed to lure filch away, but now he followed up inexplicably.

What is he doing?

Don't mention asking others about such things. In fact, even Ernst himself doesn't know. Now he only knows that the wonderful power from the blessing agent is clearly guiding him, so he should follow up!

The underground corridor in Hogwarts is winding. Ernst, not far behind filch, continued to control the kneaded tapestry and rushed forward in the darkness ahead. Soon, the corners turned, the portraits were left behind, and even the stairs leading to the lobby were ignored.

Fortunately, most of the portraits in the underground corridor depict food, scenery or all kinds of strange and magical creatures. Even if there are a few portraits occasionally, they are mostly dozing off in the middle of the night. When they were in a daze, they heard the news and opened their eyes, but filch and Ernst had already run past.

Not to mention the thoughts in Ernst's head at the moment, filch was very angry now. In his heart, the one who "ran" in front of him must be a student, and he was determined to investigate to the end.

If he can catch the little devil who dares to wander around at night, he must teach him a good lesson, and then "escort" the other party to the headmaster's office all night to make the momentum of this matter bigger. In this case, not to mention his anger in recent days, he can vent his anger by the way and make those little rabbits have a better memory. This is a good thing to kill two birds with one stone.

However, just as filch chased all the way with a strange mood of anger and excitement, Ernst suddenly felt that the tapestry he controlled with the floating spell seemed to hit something and gave a sudden meal on the way.

It was at this moment that Ernst's mind suddenly lit up - you know, there was more than hutchpatch's common room in the Hogwarts underground corridor. At the other end of the corridor is another public lounge known as Slytherin dungeon!

The underground corridor is a stone passage with a panoramic view, not to mention the middle. There are few obstacles near the stone walls on both sides. Then there is no doubt that the tapestry flying on the ground must have hit someone.

And it's probably one of Slytherin's students who also wandered out tonight.

On this thought, Ernst immediately swung his wand to the side. The tapestry that had flown over the next corner immediately bypassed a suspicious "obstacle" and was thrown deeper into the corridor with the sound of the wind. The next moment, filch had turned the corner excitedly, and then a middle-aged cry rang through the corridor.

"Stop! Did I catch you? Ha ha..."

To be honest, today's Slytherin is much more convergent than in the past. The relationship between the four colleges is not relaxed, at least there is no tendency to continue to deteriorate.

But accumulated resentment is accumulated resentment. It is impossible to get back together in a short time. Other colleges always don't get better with Slytherin's senses. Plus, Ernst won't feel too guilty about these things. He doesn't care about anyone who has nothing to do with him.

When Ernst heard Filch's cheering cry, he knew that what the blessing agent had guided him to do was here, and it was done.

Then he just poked his head at the root of the wall to the other side of the corner.

Because there is no lantern lighting of filch here, even if someone looks at him in the dark, it must not be true. So he boldly looked in that direction to see which unlucky guy was so poor, and he gave him a cold hole.

At first glance, he saw a touch of gold, which was very eye-catching and immediately came into his vision. At the second glance, a cold and indifferent face made his heart jump.

But the next third eye, when the pair of gloomy eyes slightly covered by golden bangs stabbed directly at Ernst, he almost retracted his head as fast as he could, and his scalp was even tighter.

"Go!"

At that moment, the word flashed through his mind, bright and concise, but he couldn't resist it. He understood that this was also a guide given to him by the blessing agent... Or, it was a very clear warning.

So he straightened up without hesitation, turned and ran. Behind him, Filch's teasing and scolding continued, but with the distance rapidly away, he soon couldn't hear clearly.

The fierce run made erns gasp involuntarily. When he felt as if he couldn't run any more, he was stunned to find that he had returned to the neighborhood near the Hufflepuff common room.

"Hoo... Hoo... Hiss..."

He held the pile of hooped wooden barrels at the entrance of the common room, clenched his teeth and breathed hard. The cool air at night poured out the burning heat in his chest a little, and also injected strength into his sour legs.

"... hoo, who the hell is that guy?"

At ordinary times, he doesn't pay much attention to the existence of others, even the students belonging to the same college, let alone the people of other colleges. But just that look made him have to engrave the other side deeply in his heart.

Yes, at the moment when he intersected with the other party's line of sight, Ernst felt a cold in his heart. He knew that it was an extremely dangerous premonition that he could not ignore at all.

"Look, the man's College robe is green bordered. It should be Slytherin. That's right..." RNs thought to himself as he knocked on the lid of a barrel quickly and rhythmically with his wand. "Is it a senior? What a terrible look... But hum... Interesting..."

Although a little cold sweat had seeped out behind him because of the previous eyes that were only a few seconds at best, his expression was surprised and had a proud sneer.

"Although the old man at home is unreliable everywhere, he was right in his words before he sent me... Hogwarts is really not simple," he muttered in his heart. "Wizards, potions and spells... What interesting things! Did my mother deal with these things all the time before she died..."

In the moment of thinking, he kept walking under his feet and quickly walked into the door opening exposed by the movement of the barrel. After he went in, with the removed barrels rolling back silently one by one, the door opening soon closed and disappeared.

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In fact, Ernst didn't spend enough time to have a cup of black tea. When he went through some twists and turns and returned to the familiar common room again, everything seemed to have not changed.

The room is still dark, and the little fluorescence outside the round window is still flying up and down, emitting soft light. Many bonsai plants in the lounge are still the fresh fragrance of the disseminator, adding a bit of natural flavor to the air here.

Ernst casually picked up a back chair and sat down in the chair to have a good rest and relieve his nervous tension. After a few minutes, he stood up again and walked to the arched underpass leading to the bedroom.

Because the time is too short, even the partially effective blessing chocolate has not consumed all its properties, which is really too wasteful. But I can't help it. Now it's in the bedroom at night. It seems that it's inconvenient to do anything except go back to bed.

So Ernst could only return to his bedroom quietly in the dark with great regret.

"... speaking of, did I almost get assigned to Slytherin when I was assigned to the hospital?"

Ernst, who was walking in the passage, suddenly had a meal at his feet, and he couldn't help getting lucky in the dark way. Although he has enough confidence that as long as he keeps working hard, he will certainly be able to become a wizard comparable to McLean and Dumbledore in the future, but it is certainly impossible at present.

He can be proud, but he will not be arrogant because of pride. At least he can understand that his present self can never be compared with the previous owner of those eyes.

"Now, I've seen the powerful role, but..." Ernst stopped and measured silently in the dark. "I've been listening to others about the deeds of Professor McLean, and my ears are almost cocooning... But how much skill does that guy have? He's stronger than the Slytherin just now... Well, should he be stronger?"

He thought about it for a while and finally shook his head. It seems too early for him to think about these now. He'd better go down-to-earth and practice hard first!

Those messy thoughts in his mind were buried in his heart first. Ernst stepped back and walked quietly forward.

To tell you the truth, Ernst almost thought tonight was over. Now that sleepiness comes again with fatigue, as long as he returns to his bedroom and gets into bed, he can sleep until early the next morning. And all other things, let's put it all on tomorrow!

However, when he touched the bedroom door according to the route in his memory, and was about to open the door gently and go back to sleep, a flash of light flashed from his brain and made him touch the door and freeze his hand.

The feeling this time was so strong that he was shocked by it. The next second, he suddenly turned his head and looked farther into the passage.

Obviously, it was dark in front of him. If he was a little farther away, he could only see the darkness, but he couldn't help looking at it.

"What's there...?"