It was time for dinner.
When Jon was wondering what kind of Black Wizard he would see at night, the report on his desk recorded something about it. The conflict between Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy was slowly creating a sequel.
At this time, there was a duel.
But now, it seemed that the one who had agreed to the duel had failed. Chown and Stephen, who were shrouded in the Illusion Spell, extinguished the Fluorescent Spell on their wands. They watched as the three-person study group of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger ran wildly in the corridor. A fat figure followed behind, looking a little clumsy.
"What's going on? Gryffindor's group night trip? "
Before Stephen's voice trailed off, he saw Neville couldn't help but let out a terrifying scream and ran. Then, he tripped over something and hugged Ron's waist. Both of them fell onto a set of armor.
Suddenly, clanging and crashing sounds accompanied by the domino-like fall of the armor rang in the castle. The sound was loud enough to wake the whole castle up.
"Run!"
Jon and Stephen heard someone shouting. The four people in front of them ran forward along the corridor. Not far behind them, Filch, the castle's caretaker, followed them slowly. Jon and Stephen communicated with each other and quietly followed. They bypassed the doorposts and ran through corridor after corridor. Filch followed behind as if he was walking a dog. Jon also remembered where Harry and the others were going.
The prize exhibition room.
But Jon slowed down his pace. He reached out and grabbed Stephen's sleeve. Both of them stopped.
Filch seemed to have lost track of them. He hummed an unknown tune and turned around to go downstairs.
“？”
Stephen relaxed a little, and the invisibility effect on him disappeared. "Why did Filch leave?"
"If he didn't leave, did he want to stay here and watch the show? It's not like we really want to catch Harry Potter. "
Jon also removed his invisibility effect and revealed himself.
Stephen suddenly remembered that this seemed to be part of Jon's plan.
"But what's the use of doing this? It's not just to scare Harry Potter, right? "
"Of course not."
Jon stretched his neck. "If you want to know, I can take you to have a look."
This question was a little redundant. Of course, Stephen wanted to see it.
Thus, the two of them continued to walk forward and went up to the fourth floor. They didn't even have to look for it because Naughty Ghost's voice was quite penetrative. Even if they were separated by an entire corridor, they could still hear it clearly.
"Thanks for the directions, Naughty Ghost."
Jon followed Naughty Ghost's voice and walked closer. He nodded to the "principal's secretary" in greeting.
"It's a small matter. I will submit the relevant records as scheduled. Now, do you still need me to go over and monitor?"
"No need, I'll do it myself. You can go and rest."
"Alright."
Naughty Ghost turned around and went into the wall. "Good luck."
Stephen was shocked by the familiarity between Jon and Naughty Ghost. Although he knew that Jon had asked Naughty Ghost for help, it was still shocking to see the two get along so well.
Naughty Ghost was famous in the school for being difficult to deal with!
But this was not a strange scene at this time, because Stephen saw Jon standing near the door at the end of the corridor, performing a two-person act.
Two voices came out of Chown's mouth, and he imitated them perfectly.
"Where did they go, Naughty Ghost?" This was Filky speaking. "Come on, tell me."
"Say 'please'."
This was Naughty Ghost.
"Don't mess with me, Naughty Ghost. Tell me, where did they go?"
"If you don't say 'please', I won't say anything to you."
"Okay — please tell me."
"What! Haha! I told you, if you don't say 'please', I won't say 'anything' to you! Haha! Hahahaha! "
Stephen was amazed that Jon could imitate the faintly discernible voice that was getting farther and farther away.
After "Naughty Brat" left, "Filch" cursed in anger and humiliation before he turned around and left as well.
Shrouded in the Phantom Spell again, Jon walked back to the corner and waited with Stephen.
After a while, the locked door was opened, and the little Wizard ran out as if their lives depended on it. They did not notice Stephen in the shadow outside the door.
What came out with them was a deep roar.
It sounded like a voice from hell.
"What's that sound?"
"Hagrid's pet, guarding here … Forget it, we'll talk about it when we have time."
Chown appeared and looked around vigilantly. His force field detected even the sound of the air flowing around him. Then, he reached out to open the door and pulled Stephen in.
Behind the door was a very big dog.
The dog was so big that it filled up all the space from the ceiling to the floor. It had three heads, three pairs of fierce eyes, three noses twitching and trembling in their direction, and three mouths drooling. The saliva was like a sticky rope, hanging from the yellowed dog teeth.
It stood there motionless, all six eyes staring at them.
But before he could pounce, Chown had already taken out a small harp from his ring. In the force field around him, a few water lines gathered and began to play.
The soft music made Cerberus lie down slowly. Jon let go of the harp and let it float in the air and play automatically. He went to the trapdoor on the side.
"Do you want to go down and take a look?"
Stephen shook his head and refused. He did not want to know what was hidden here now.
Jon knew that it was Jon's own business. He only needed the right to know the truth, not the right to know the truth in advance.
Just like how Jon didn't tell him what was guarding this place. He definitely wouldn't find out the answer by himself at such a time.
His small body was not enough to be bitten by Cerberus in front of him.
"Okay, then let me introduce it to you first."
Jon pointed at the sleepy Cerberus and said, "Luwei, Hagrid's pet. It is said that he bought it from a Greek man in a bar a long time ago. It is a mythical creature in Greek mythology, so it is very precious."
"But I remember you said before that the magic environment of this era should not allow such mythical creatures to exist, right?"
Stephen was very clear about the content of Jon's research and some of the results.
"Well, it's a long story …"
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