Hogwarts Asylum

"Curse—blood—all die—"

In the auditorium, Filch seemed to be frightened. After shouting "Professor Quirrell is missing", he kept repeating a few words incoherently.

"Calm down! You gibbering idiot!" Professor McGonagall scolded impatiently, but Filch had no reaction.

"I don't think Filch can calm down in a short time. Why don't we just go and have a look?" Professor Flitwick raised his head and said, "I remember Quirinus is in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom?"

"But..." Professor McGonagall turned to look at the little wizards who were laughing and playing. She was a little worried. If the professors all left the auditorium, they didn't know what kind of trouble these little wizards would cause.

Professor McGonagall looked up at the little leprechaun in the air again, and she suddenly noticed that the little leprechaun was slowly descending until it landed back on Catherine's head, who was sitting on the professor's chair.

O'Loughlin stood next to Catherine, nodded to Professor McGonagall who was looking over, and then looked at Gemma who was still standing there and said: "I'm sorry, Gemma, if things with Professor Quirrell end early. If so, I will take Catherine there, if it’s too late…”

Gemma had recovered her smile. Although her smile was a little forced, she still answered in an understanding manner: "It's okay, Mr. O'Loughlin, if you need manpower, you can just ask us."

"Thank you, Gemma, I will if I need to."

Professor McGonagall watched O'Loughlin say a few words to the Slytherin female prefect, and the female prefect turned around and left in despair, and then O'Loughlin came over with the new witch.

"Professor McGonagall, what happened?" O'Loughlin glanced at the door before asking.

Behind Olorin, Catherine returned to her previous lively appearance, and Youbudan also seemed to like the feeling of "throwing coins" in public. It stood on Catherine's head and was still throwing gold coins into the little wizard's pile. , which resulted in a large group of little wizards following behind Catherine.

Professor McGonagall looked at the group of Gryffindors huddled together. Although she felt a little embarrassed, she couldn't say anything. After all, this was a little prank done by Catherine out of good intentions, so she could only hate iron for not becoming steel. He glared at the little wizards, hoping that they would remember that the dean was here.

"Alas -" The Gryffindors pretended not to see it, which made Professor McGonagall sigh. She regained her mood and said to the calm-faced Orolin, "You came just in time, Michael. Erqi may have been frightened and was a little incoherent. I heard that you are very good at Legilimency. Come and take a look."

"Curse - blood -" Filch was still muttering, unmoved by the things around him.

Oralin raised his eyebrows. Just listening to what Filch muttered, he might have thought that Quirrell had been killed and the body had been taken away. However, Oralin had clearly protected the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. With Filch's ability, he couldn't open the door at all, let alone discover that Quirrell was missing. And with Quirrell's ability, if he wanted to come out, he could only violently open the door through explosive spells or other means, which would inevitably cause a lot of trouble. The movement is correct.

While thinking, O'Loughlin raised his hand and put it on Filch's head and began to look through his memories——

In a dimly lit house, Filch, a young man with a youthful look on his face, hurried to the second floor and came to the door of the innermost room.

He adjusted his clothes so that he looked like he was coming back from a walk rather than a run.

"Squeak-"

Opening the door, the light-tight room was filled with candles that were burning to the point of swaying, causing shadows everywhere in the room. The little girl kneeling on the floor was playing with the tatters that had obviously been mended many times. The rag doll hummed a strange nursery rhyme softly——

"Witch No. [-], drowned in the river!

Witch No. [-], let her go to the gallows!

Witch No. [-], watch her burn to death.

Witch No. [-], whip her around..."

"Stab it—" The song stopped abruptly as the sound of cloth being torn apart was heard, followed by the laughter of a whole little girl—

"Hehehe...hehehe..."

"Morty, when will mommy come back?" Filch seemed to turn a blind eye to this scene.

"Brother, are you looking for those people again?" the little girl looked up and asked innocently. She was holding the rag doll with dirty cotton exposed in one hand, and the other hand was holding the cloth that had just been torn off for who knows how many times. arm.

"No, I didn't, I just..." Filch seemed a little nervous.

"Hehehe, I want to tell mom..." The little girl looked back at her rag doll and seemed to be gesturing to see whether she wanted to rip off the legs or the head.

"No! Don't! Please!"

"unless……"

"I promise you everything, as long as you don't tell anyone..."

Eurolin quietly watched the scene woven from memory. Filch was still a big boy, and a little girl who seemed to be Filch's sister. Forced by the little girl's words, the boy had to retreat step by step until his body touched He clung to the railing on the second floor before turning around and running away.

The scene went dark in vain, and when it reappeared, Filch was already in Hogwarts. He now looked much more mature than in the previous scene.

"You damn...glib-tongued man..." Mrs. Pince held a letter in her hand and angrily scolded Filch, who was at a loss. "Is this a letter written by your so-called sister? 'Our child'? You have actually already Having a baby!!”

"No, Irma, that's..." Filch tried to lean on Mrs. Pince, but was knocked down by Mrs. Pince with a wave of her wand.

"Get away from me! You damn squib!" Mrs. Pince dropped the letter in her hand and turned to leave.

Filch was lying on the ground, covering his eyes with his hands, seemingly crying.

After a while, he stood up, picked up the letter expressionlessly, turned and walked towards the stairs leading to the upper floor, as if preparing to go to the principal's office.

Fourth floor... fifth floor... sixth floor... seventh floor...

Suddenly, an old and majestic voice sounded.

"Get out!!! You shameless peeper!"

The memory shattered like a mirror, and then O'Loughlin released his hand on Filch's head and opened his eyes. At this time, Filch seemed to faint because he could not bear the Legilimency.

"How's it going?" Professor McGonagall asked with a frown. It shouldn't be difficult to use Legilimency on a squib, but why did it take so long for Eurolin to open his eyes?

"Things are a bit unexpected." Olorin's expression was a little strange. He seemed to have seen some memory that he shouldn't have seen. "I didn't see what happened to Filch just now."

Catherine, who had been observing from behind Olorin, saw that something seemed to be wrong. She quickly grabbed the Yubutan from her head to prevent it from continuing to play with coins. The little wizards immediately let out a sigh of disappointment, but they were very disappointed. I soon found new fun, after all, not all of those candy animals have been “captured” yet.

"Let's do this," Professor Flitwick, who has been at school longer than everyone present, said, "I will stay here and watch the little wizards. Pomona will take Filch to the school hospital. Minerva, you and Michael goes to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to check out the specific situation."

Professor Sprout immediately raised his wand and directed Filch to fly out of the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at the little wizards who were a little more calm than before. He seemed a little worried, but he still left the auditorium.

"Michelle, are we going too?" Catherine came over and asked.

"I have to go take a look. As for you, you can go if you want. If you don't want to go, you can also go to the campus hospital and wait for me. After the matter is over, I will take you to the lounge."

"Inside the dance?"

"..." O'Loughlin glanced at Catherine, as if he was questioning Catherine's dancing skills.

"I'm so good at ballet! Really!" As she said this, Catherine clasped her arms and twirled a few times on tiptoes, eliciting a burst of applause from several people who were waiting for Catherine to perform Ubudan again. little wizard.

"How's it going?" Catherine asked proudly, as if she would turn her magic robe into a dance skirt and dance a complete ballet on the spot if Orolin said something bad.

"Excellent, this is the most standard movement I have ever seen in my life," O'Loughlin clapped softly. "Unfortunately, ballet may not be suitable for Slytherin's classical music dance..."

"Then can I go see Atrak? He is in the Forbidden Forest. I'm a little worried." Catherine's eyes were wide open, and she held Youbudan in front of her with both hands. Youbudan also opened her eyes in cooperation. He looked at Oluolin with open eyes, but compared to Catherine, Youbudan was still a little too ugly, which ruined the beauty.

Olorin smiled helplessly, and finally nodded in agreement. Anyway, it was late at night, and with Catherine's ability to drive away an Acromantula that was more powerful than Atrak, there was nothing that could threaten Hogwarts. to her.

After O'Loughlin and Catherine left the auditorium one after another, Ron, Harry and others jumped out from behind the door.

"Michelle?" Ron shouted at the top of his voice, ignoring the spiders in the auditorium, but no one seemed to understand the point of his laughter.

"Professor Quirrell is missing?" Harry chewed on the news.

"Did he just mention curses and blood? And said everyone must die?" Neville was trembling and did not dare to speak loudly. This news was really scary to him.

"Could it be that one?" Simo clapped his hands.

"Which one?" Harry asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes! That's it, the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts! I remember us discussing it in the dormitory..." Ron suddenly remembered that when they were discussing this legend in the dormitory, Harry was being isolated by them. "Uh - sorry, Harry, there is a legend in the wizarding world. According to legend, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts is cursed, so all professors who teach this class will encounter mishaps."

"Legend? Curse?" Harry was confused. He always thought that legends were lies. Just like what Uncle Vernon said, wizards were said to be afraid of water, which was complete nonsense. "Who would curse this class? "

"That's it..." Ron pointed to his forehead. He didn't want to say the person's code name, let alone his name. "You know who it is."

"Who?" Harry suddenly reacted, "You mean, Voldemort?"

"Shh!" Several hands covered Harry's mouth, making him somewhat suffocated.

"You have committed a big mistake! Harry," even Seamus said with a look of fear on his face, "I heard that as long as you pronounce that name, a hooded man wearing a black mask will suddenly appear and burn your house down. Well, my mother saw with her own eyes a house burned down by black magic, leaving nothing but that terrible mark."

"I just said that putting spiders everywhere on Halloween will bring misfortune." Ron also looked frightened.

"Should we go take a look? Maybe it's just Filch who is stupid?" Harry asked.

At this time, a pair of small hands placed on Ron and Harry's shoulders, startling them both.

"Don't make trouble!" Hermione's high-pitched voice sounded, "I just looked at the scoreboard, and the gap between Slytherin and us has narrowed again! Can you learn from Malfoy? As soon as the banquet ended, he went to the library It’s time to go to the hotel!”

"We can't learn!" the boys said in unison, "but we will never cause trouble!"

The boys sighed after Hermione left.

"Does anyone want to go back to the dormitory?" Ron asked, "Just in time to catch up."

Seamus and Neville raised their hands, and the three of them left the auditorium together.

Harry thought for a moment and then quickly followed.

"Wait for me, I'll go back too."

……

The entrance to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Olorin observed the door that showed no trace of damage. The "protection" he had applied before seemed to have been perfectly cracked, but it was impossible to tell from the top whether it was cracked from the inside or from the outside.

In the classroom, Professor McGonagall, Snape, Dumbledore, and several professors who left early arrived. Even Trelawney came. They formed a circle around where Quirrell should have been lying. , but no one spoke. Everyone looked down at the floor, seeming to be deep in thought.

"Death! I saw death! A dark shadow hangs over Hogwarts. Death will come at any time. This is just a precursor. It's coming soon. It's coming soon. No one can escape..." Trelawney broke the news first There was silence.

"Quiet! Sybil, don't talk nonsense." Professor McGonagall scolded.

"Ahem, now that we're here..."

Dumbledore said, turning to look at Eurolin who had just arrived, and the other professors also turned their heads, and everyone had a strange look in their eyes.

Only then did O'Loughlin see the floor of the enclosure through the gaps exposed by the professors.

I saw a pool of blood on the ground that had not yet dried up. Under the blood was a one-eyed skull painted in blood. Next to the skull was a twisted snake. Below the snake was written a line of words - I found you.

Just when Orolin was a little confused, why did he become the center of attention when he arrived, Dumbledore said again: "Although I know I shouldn't doubt you, but, Michael, can you explain why you are on the door? Where are the traces left behind?”

"The traces I left?" Olorin pointed to the door that didn't look damaged at all.