Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

When Harry and Ron found the correct way to enter the Room of Requirement, it happened to be the time when the fog of Yog-chan once again spread greedily and endlessly like the ambition of the Forty Thieves.

Under the cover of the fog, the Slytherin snakes did not realize that there were two uninvited guests behind them.

"Click!"

Closing the door quietly, Ron turned his head and opened his mouth in shock.

Students from all grades of Slytherin, tall and short, were almost all present. They were standing on the huge circular staircase, with staggered heights and low steps, like the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

The thick fog is like Charon that attracts souls, surrounding everyone, kind and greedy, and the thick cover makes them unable to see their faces, which are looming.

Ron swallowed the saliva. It was indeed the evil Slytherin. They...

Harry dragged Ron, who was in a daze, behind a certain step.

As a player who plays on the spot, the more dangerous the situation, the stronger Harry's overall strength. He started to hide as soon as he came in, and also dragged Ron over who was in a daze.

"Don't be stunned."

Harry mouthed to Ron.

The latter suddenly realized.

Yes, there were so many evil Slytherins. Once one of them discovered them, Ron shuddered, and just as he was about to speak, Harry, who knew him too well, held his mouth shut.

Ron: ..

Suddenly, Ron realized that he was being a bit too idiotic... He stared at Harry, and Harry stared at him, and the two looked at each other with big and small eyes.

Of course, the truth was that Harry didn't know what to do either.

There were so many Slytherins, not to mention the senior students in fifth and sixth grade, which they couldn't handle at all.

But the brave Gryffindor never regrets, courage will make them face everything bravely.

Ron's eyes gradually became firmer, and he picked up the second-hand shabby wand in his sleeve. The wand was stained with marks, which were the traces of time left by the Weasley family. But at this moment, it was more than just a shabby wand. , it is faith and courage.

It was the lightsaber in the hands of a Jedi, and it was the most brilliant lighting technique in Gandalf's life. Ron seemed to have transformed into a Skywalker. He turned his head silently and spoke slowly to the surprised Harry.

"What is the disarming spell?"

Harry tried not to roll his eyes.

At that moment, when he saw Ron looking so tragic, he thought he was going to rush out and fight.

"Except your weapons!"

"It turns out to be Expelliarmus."

Ron muttered to himself, feeling that he already knew it.

There were many people in Slytherin, but he was not afraid. As long as he and Harry acted quickly enough, they could seize their wands, then hide, seize, hide, and seize again...

But just as Ron was thinking about the battle plan in his mind, Harry was stunned.

Because although the voice sounded very much like his, he didn't speak at all!

"Oh!"

The next moment, Harry's body trembled and he fell directly to the ground, because a beam of red light almost flew past his scalp and sank into the wall not far away.

"What happened?"

Ron panicked after a while, thinking that the two of them had been discovered.

But Harry realized something was wrong.

Slytherin did not notice them, and the red light was not a spell, but some strange illusions seemed to be floating around.

As the mist clouds rolled in and the clouds relaxed, the second prophecy had arrived.

………………

"Harry! Look!"

Ron stared forward, his eyes widened, and he dragged Harry and said.

"I saw."

The latter was equally transfixed.

At this time, they no longer have to hide or cover themselves up, because the illusions also have voices, and if they weren't able to pass through the walls at will, it would look like they were real.

"what are these?"

Realizing that no Slytherin seemed to have discovered him, Ron gradually became bolder. These Slytherins were also looking at these illusions, as if this was the purpose of their gathering.

Although Ron and Harry are occasionally silly, they are not really stupid. Besides, there are many familiar beings in the picture.

"Is that the Quidditch field?"

As a Quidditch player, Harry was naturally familiar with the venue. Even though it was near the suspension bridge outside the Quidditch field, he still recognized it.

"That's...Neville?"

But looking at the people on the screen, Harry was a little unsure.

The man in the picture does have some resemblance to Neville, but he looks too big, as if a magician used Neville as a prop to perform a lively performance, but accidentally used the black cloth as a time baggage.

The burden was lifted, and Neville had been waiting for the dance steps he had practiced so hard for 70 years.

It was so difficult to recognize Harry, who was a Gryffindor classmate, let alone the little snakes from Slytherin. They didn't realize that this was the Quidditch field, even though Charles said it was. Prophecies about the future.

Fortunately, this time Ciel has an explanation.

"Are you worried about the Dark Lord?"

"He's a problem, but not a big problem."

Ciel's voice sounded a little lazy. He took another deep puff, and the rich memory thoughts turned into smoke from the pipe and spread out instantly, making the picture more vivid.

"This is Neville Longbottom."

"I believe one of you should know him."

"what?!"

There was a commotion among the little snakes in Slytherin, most of whom were Harry's classmates, and Draco's voice was the loudest among them.

Although Neville in the future cannot be called handsome, he looks much better than he does now. At least he no longer has that introverted, shy and crybaby temperament, and has become very calm.

"Really Neville?!"

Ron was also surprised.

They were hiding behind the steps, but they could still hear the sound. Harry looked down, trying to find Charles, who he called one of his few friends. Harry was too familiar with Charles's voice, not to mention that he was in Slater. Lin only has Charles as an acquaintance.

The picture changes rapidly.

Soon, countless werewolves seemed to be surging parallel to the ground, filling the air from a distance. They howled and roared, and rushed towards the Quidditch pitch where Neville seemed to be the only one.

"Neville!"

Just when Harry subconsciously became nervous, the scene suddenly turned again.

"You all guessed that the Dark Lord would return eventually. Congratulations, that's it."

The scene came to a dark wooden house. At the signal of a man without a nose, a huge python went crazy and attacked another person until...his death.

"That is.."

Draco paled.

"It's the dean!"

"It's Professor Snape!"

This time, almost all the Slytherin snakes present recognized it, because it was their dean, the Potions Professor of Hogwarts, Snape.