Chapter 93: 'Night Tour”

Chapter 93: “Night Tour”

This seemingly absurd agreement was forged in this manner.

Hurry up and lead me to find the Philosophers Stone! Morgana impatiently exclaimed.

Alright, lets go right away! Matthew wasted no more time.

After all, the person standing before him was not a benevolent individual but the most notorious Dark Witch in British magical history.

They departed from the abandoned bathroom and returned to the castle corridor.

Matthew didnt engage in deceit because he understood the vast power disparity between himself and Morgana.

He walked ahead earnestly, heading towards their destinationthe office of Headmistress Rosierwhile Morgana, disguised as Harry Evans, followed closely behind.

The two strode briskly along the corridor, moonlight casting a soft glow through the tall windows, painting the corridor floor with its gentle beams.

Bon voyage!

Incidents occurred once they reached the second-floor staircase.

Just as they were about to reach the stairs, a noise emanated from the adjacent hallway, startling Matthew.

My dear, did you hear those footsteps? Mr. Pringles voice could be heard. He seemed to be conversing with Mr. Donald. Are there students roaming the castle at this late hour?

Bark! Mr. Donald Dog barked in response.

Sniff them out and catch them! Mr. Pringle seemingly understood Mr. Donald barking, commanding sternly.

Matthew quickly turned to Morgana, pleading for assistance.

Morgana snorted coldly, raising her wand and tapping it on Matthews head.

Suddenly, an odd sensation coursed through Matthew.

It felt like Morgana had cracked an egg on his head, followed by a chilling sensation flowing into his body from the point of contact with her wand.New novel chapters are published on

Matthew glanced down at his bodyor rather, his former body.

It no longer felt like his own; its color and texture melded with the wall behind him, gradually vanishing. He had transformed into a human-shaped chameleon.

This appears to be the Invisibility Charm, an incredibly advanced Charm Matthew pondered to himself.

He raised his head, but there was nothing but emptiness before his eyes.

The towering figure that had previously stood behind him had vanished completely.

Morgana regarded Matthew suspiciously, but after confirming that he didnt seem lying, she proceeded forward.

The door was securely locked, and the room lay cloaked in darkness.

Under normal circumstances, Professor Vinda Rosier, the Headmistress, did not reside in the school and had no reason to remain in her office so late.

Morgana, however, displayed no fear of the Headmistress.

Without hesitation, she drew her wand and aimed it at the keyhole.

She attempted Alohomora. but the door offered no response. A spell of this caliber couldnt overcome the lock on the Headmistresss office.

Yet, for someone like Morgana, such challenges posed no obstacle.

Raising her wand once more, she whispered a complex and obscure incantation.

After a few seconds, a faint sound resembling cracking eggshells emanated from the Headmistresss office door, as if the protective enchantments were gradually being undone.

Finally, the lock clicked, and the door swung open.

Matthew once again stepped into the Headmistresss office, his gaze falling upon the modest room that resembled a snow cave.

Morgana, I suggest you search carefully! Matthew urged his voice quick.

It didnt require Matthews reminderMorgana had already begun searching fervently.

Her movements were so swift that even Matthew found himself momentarily stunned.

She waved her wand, causing the books on the shelf to cascade to the floor, forming a pile in one corner of the room. The entire bookshelf had been overturned by her.

The large cabinet met the same fate, its doors flung open to reveal an empty interior.

Only the long desk, where Professor Rosier conducted her work, remained.

Morgana strode toward it, effortlessly pulling open the central drawer.

It wasnt even locked.

A vivid red light flooded the room as the drawer slid open, illuminating everything within.

Resting quietly in Professor Rosiers drawer lay a brilliant red stone and a hidden book.

There were no protections, no disguises.

With ease, they had found the Philosophers Stone!