Chapter 86: Hogwarts on High Alert

Chapter 86: Hogwarts on High Alert

In the Gryffindor common room, the prefect in the morning put out a notice. The same notice was put up in all four houses, and it had a few guidelines for the students:

1. Students are not allowed to walk out of their dormitories after the curfew time.

2. They must be escorted by a professor before and after the class.

3. All Quidditch and outdoor activities are cancelled.

4. Students must travel in a group of four.

5. Students are strictly forbidden to go inside the dark forest and are advised to not go out of Hogwarts until further notice.

When students woke up the next day, this notice simply amplified the already tense situation.

"How can Headmaster Dumbledore not find the attacker till now?" One student complained.

"I have already written a letter to my family. I want to go back home." A first-year girl cried and confessed her feelings.

Maybe the words of the little girl simply came from her heart because those words infected a lot of kids around. Many owls were then released and could be seen flying away from Hogwarts.

"It's just like last year, right?" Professor McGonagall who was watching this scene from the teacher's lounge said to everyone who were sitting around.

All the Professors knew the situation is extremely dangerous for students and it is even dangerous for Hogwarts. If they can't solve this matter, Hogwarts might be closed for good.

"I remember the chambers were last opened 50 years ago and one student died. We captured the culprit, but Headmaster Dumbledore argued in his favour and brought him back from Azkaban."

History professor, Prof. Binns said in an emotionless tone.

"Yes, it was Hagrid. We all know that. Hagrid might be half-giant, but he is not Half-troll or a dark wizard. Besides, the student who reported him disappeared after Hogwarts shortly." Professor Minerva said.

We will move separately. My team will focus on finding a possible spirit and Prof. Severus will focus on finding the possible magical beast.

Let's do everything we can before we are left with no other option than to consider closing the school."

Prof. McGonagall's words gave everyone a heavy pressure.

"And where is our Headmaster these days?" Prof. Severus suddenly asked and yes, that question was on everybody's mind.

"He is handling things in his own way for now. That's all I know." Prof. McGonagall said just one sentence and that explained her own helplessness in the matters with Headmaster.

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"Psss....What do you think Neville is doing?" Seamus whispered and asked Dean in the herbology class.

"I have no idea. He keeps checking his book for something from time to time." Dean answered and focused on peeling Shrivelfigs in front of him.

"I think he lost it after Hermione got attacked," Seamus replied.

"I don't think that is possible in first place. However once he find the person who did this, he will truly lose it," Dean said in a serious manner and Seamus understood.

Neville these days has been behaving strangely. Always focused in books, keeping it to himself and muttering strange sounds from time to time. If they didn't know any better, they would have thought he is hexed or cursed by someone too.

Meanwhile, Neville looked back in his book and saw the hidden map, the Marauder's Map that he has not used since last year. He knew whoever committed these crimes will go back to open the chambers again and this was the third floor's girl's washroom.

Why a girl's washroom? He has no idea and he again blamed it on Weedlogic from Rowling. First year, first floor's girl's washroom, he faced a troll.

Second year, second floor girl's washroom, he will have to face a Basilisk.

"I hope next year it won't be like third year, third floor girl's washroom, fight a demon!" Neville nervously murmured and then focused back on the plant.

However, he really said something truly stupid. In third year, third floor girl's washroom he had to fight not a demon but a Dementor. Neville and the Girl's washroom are truly fated.