Chapter 561：

John raised his hand, ran his fingers through the cold moonlight, and chuckled: "This is just the beginning."

The two of them walked around the school casually. At least until Daphne calmed down, Malfoy didn't dare to go back.

Unconsciously, the two people arrived at Ravenclaw Tower.

There are many paintings on the walls of the tower.

"Lumos"

Malfoy waved his wand, and the bright light made the sleeping figures in the painting complain.

But Malfoy was very mean and said to several knights in a painting: "Why don't I have to sleep, but you can!"

Several knights picked up their weapons and shouted that they wanted to teach this ignorant boy a lesson.

"You are just a bunch of moving paint." Malfoy deliberately brought the wand light closer, forcing the knight to hide in other paintings.

If these paintings could come out, Malfoy would definitely be attacked by a group of people.

Suddenly, Malfoy moved too much and knocked over a picture frame.

Then like dominoes, the paintings hanging on the walls fell one after another.

Before landing, these paintings all floated.

John raised his left hand and said with a speechless expression: "Draco, don't be angry with the painting."

He waved his hand and was about to hang the painting.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a landscape without figures, and his movements stopped.

It was a quiet riverside, with no animals or people.

This is very strange. Except for the occasional wind inside, there is nothing else in the painting.

"Where's the person in the painting?" John waved, and a portrait flew over.

What a coincidence, there is an acquaintance in the portrait.

Sir Cadogan, the fool who once put Sirius into Gryffindor.

"What do you mean?" Sir Cadogan raised his head proudly and said confidently, "I don't know, I knew he was there a long time ago."

"Very early? How early?"

"I heard from the Fat Lady that it existed after Hogwarts appeared."

"Thank you for your help, Sir Cadogan." John nodded slightly to Sir Cadogan.

Sir Cadogan admired him very much and said: "You are much better than that skunk boy."

Skunk boy?

It seems that Malfoy even knows his nickname.

He walked towards the unique painting and looked at it.

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Chapter 576 You are so advanced in cursing now, it’s risky

"Draco, are you interested in having an adventure?" John said, looking at the quiet riverside in the painting.

"Adventure?" Malfoy said with a strange expression, "I thought only Gryffindors would take risks in school."

"Uh...Draco, your swearing is really advanced now."

John couldn't help but his face darkened.

He began to worry. If Malfoy continued to develop at this level, he suspected that the entire magical world would be hated by Malfoy.

"Our first stop, Gryffindor Tower."

John snapped his fingers, hung up all the paintings, and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.

Malfoy had no choice but to follow.

Go to Gryffindor Tower.

The fat lady was dozing off.

The little lion is much calmer now. Even Harry Potter, who is famous for his prickly hair, doesn't sneak out at night.

After all, he watched with his own eyes how Filch kicked a giant away.

Harry, who knows the current affairs, does not feel that his body is as strong as that of a giant.

In a daze, the fat lady saw someone coming.

"Password." She muttered angrily.

The dazzling light hit her face and woke her up directly.

Blocking the bright light that penetrated her eyes with her hands, she saw two people.

"Where are you from, you stupid little wizard?" she said angrily. "Take your wand away, I'm going to get angry."

"Sorry, Fat Lady."

John asked Malfoy to remove the wand and smiled; "I have something to ask you."

"John Wick?" The Fat Lady screamed, turned around and took off the mirror in the frame next door to take a closer look at her makeup.

"Yes, Fat Lady," John asked politely, "I would like to know something about the riverside painting in Ravenclaw Tower."

"Riverside painting?" After the fat lady confirmed that she was flawless, she grabbed the mirror and asked doubtfully, "You mean the painting with no one in it?"

"right."

"That one has a long history," said the Fat Lady. "It may be the first painting in Hogwarts."

"Some people say that it is a painting of the four founders. Who is it specifically? You have to ask Violet. She is downstairs. It is a crumpled painting."

The Fat Lady said to John: "But she might be drunk."

"Thank you for your help, Fat Madam."

"I should thank you for helping me repair the canvas." The fat lady raised an eyebrow at John.

In his third year, Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, wanted to break into the Gryffindor common room.

At that time, he was still a wanted criminal, so the Fat Lady would naturally not open the door.

So after being scratched a few times by Sirius, the canvas was damaged.

John just happened to level up Alchemy, so he fixed it for the Fat Lady.

At the same time, he also took the opportunity to study the meaning of these moving portraits.

I didn’t expect that the Fat Madam would remember it until now.

John felt cold, coughed twice, and said without changing his expression: "Draco, let's go find Violet."

Malfoy was a little sleepy, took a breath, and complained: "Why do we have to go out in the middle of the night to find some paintings."

"Then are you willing to go back and be hung?"

"Then let's find Violet."

Malfoy thought he might have cerebral congestion if he hung it up all night, so he might as well choose to find a painting.

The two people walked from the eighth floor to the seventh floor and found Violet among the portraits in the corridor.

It was a drunken witch, and barrels and bottles of wine from unknown sources were scattered in the painting.

"She slept harder than Crabbe," Malfoy said.

John pulled Malfoy's wand and pointed it at the person in the painting. The witch named Violet was made uncomfortable by the bright light and mumbled drunkenly, then turned her face in another direction.

"It seems we need to change the method." John saw that he couldn't wake him up, so he was ready to change to something rough.

With a snap of her fingers, Violet's picture frame flew up.

Immediately afterwards there was a shaking, causing the wine bottles and barrels inside to roll and collide continuously.

Then Violet woke up, screaming in terror.

"How is this going?"

When John saw that she was awake, he let the picture frame fly back and hang it up.

"Hello Ms. Violet," John smiled as if he hadn't done it just now, "I have something to ask you."

"Oh, Merlin's beard," Violet sat on the ground and covered her head that was hit by a wine bottle, "you can't be so rough."

"I will educate him well," John pointed at Malfoy and said, "He knows he is wrong."

Malfoy: "?" What did I do wrong?

Finally, John got another name from Violet's mouth.

Adolbert Woflin.

This is still a famous person, the author of the book "Principles of Magic".

When John found it, the wigged wizard in the portrait was not sleeping like the other portraits.

Instead, he ran to another painting and sighed.

"The moon is always beautiful. I prefer it in the dark night, which will make me full of inspiration."

​Perhaps this is a common problem among creators.

"That painting?" Adolbert Wulfling said, leaning against the frame. "That was a long time ago. That was Rowena Ravenclaw's hometown."

"A quiet riverside. It is said that this painting should have a girl, but the girl ran away from home and never appeared again."

"Girl?" John was stunned, "Who is that?"

"Perhaps Ravenclaw's daughter," said Adolbert Wulfling. "Ravenclaw's death was caused by an illness. Historians speculate that it was because she lost her daughter."

The four founders of Hogwarts were all powerful wizards, and Rowena Ravenclaw was the smartest witch.

If a disease takes her away, she will probably need to be very weak.

"A wise man never falls in love." John murmured to himself.

Not only the love between men and women, but also the love for her daughter made this witch weak.

After thanking Adolbert Woflin, John walked to the Slytherin common room.

"Are we going back?"

"I think I can ask an acquaintance."

John saw Malfoy's eyelids twitching and said, "I don't think Daphne is still waiting for you."

"That would be great." Malfoy said sleepily.

I have to go to class the next day, which is not an acceptable situation.

"Power is supreme."

After saying the password, he walked back to the Slytherin common room.

John turned a corner and arrived at a corridor.

Here, he saw the **** Barrow floating there motionless.

"Appreciate the moonlight?"

"No, I'm remembering."

Bloody Barrow noticed John, the ghost with silver bloodstains on his body and said: "I thought you would come to me."

"I really can't hide things about Hogwarts from you." John was very curious about where Bloody Barrow got his intelligence ability.

"Sir Cadogan likes to wander around," Bloody Barrow said without changing his expression, "He is a big mouth."

"Okay, I should have thought of it."

John shrugged and asked, "So you know what I'm going to ask?"

"Rowena Ravenclaw," Bloody Baron said solemnly, "her daughter."