That afternoon, in the first-year potion class, two Slytherin girls fell ill one after another, which completely shocked Hogwarts.
According to the first-year students who were in the class, if Professor Snape had not used magic quickly, the two girls might have fallen into the crucible filled with boiling scabies water.
Not to mention the magical thing that how two girls could squeeze into a crucible, the students of Hogwarts are always used to exaggerating everything they see as much as possible.
In short, after Madam Pomfrey confirmed that the symptoms of the two girls were almost the same as those of Catelyn Rowe, they were immediately sent to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Maladies by the professors without hesitation.
At the same time, the panic that could be seen with the naked eye quickly spread throughout Hogwarts.
The students were all rumored that they believed that there was an unprecedented horrible infectious disease that was raging in Hogwarts, and no one knew who would be the next unlucky person to be infected.
Under such circumstances, many students could not sit still. They sent owls to their families, hoping that their parents and family would take them home from school.
At this time, Scott was walking alone in a chaotic castle.
He knew that the professors would soon take action to control the disorder in the school, but he had to take advantage of the chaos to do something to completely eliminate the hidden dangers.
In a corridor leading to the basement of the castle, three worried Slytherin students hurried past.
“I have written to my father! He will definitely take me home as soon as possible!”
Draco Malfoy, who covered his face with a dark green scarf, said loudly.
“My father will do the same!”
“And my father!”
His two followers immediately echoed loudly.
They are Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe, two boys who look like they are closely related to trolls.
At this time, their image is more exaggerated than Malfoy’s. The dark green scarves tightly wrapped their big heads, revealing only their eyes squeezed into slits by fat.
The three Slytherin boys were all in a panic. They didn’t notice that Scott, who was also walking hurriedly, disappeared completely after passing a thick column not far away.
“Hurry up! Crabbe, Goyle!” Malfoy quickened his pace. “Next we must stay quietly in the common room and wait for our father to pick us up.”
The three boys began to run.
Using the Disillusionment Charm to hide his figure, Scott followed them slowly all the way underground and finally came to the door of the Slytherin common room.
Scott leaned against the wall beside him and watched the three boys shout out the command to open the door.
At this point, he had reconnected with the bat that stayed in Travers’ dormitory last night, but it was not enough for him to command the bat to move.
After Malfoy and the other two entered the common room, Scott gently took out his wand and waved it slightly.
“Super Sense.”
With the help of the Super Sense Charm, Scott sensed that the bat hanging in the folds of the bed curtain in the dormitory had moved.
It flapped its wings and flew up in the empty dormitory, passing through the owl passage hidden in the ceiling and flew to the outside of the common room.
“Disappear without a trace.”
Scott raised his wand and cast a vanishing spell on the bat, then turned and left immediately.
With the help of the extrasensory spell, he had sensed that Snape’s magic was coming here.
Thanks to the intricate passages in Hogwarts Castle. Scott quickly walked into the winding passages in the dungeon on the other side, avoiding the possibility of meeting Snape in advance.
But when Scott finally returned to the Ravenclaw common room again, he was caught by Professor Flitwick.
“Oh! Where have you been, Scott.”
Professor Flitwick looked a little haggard, and the anxious expression on his face had not yet dissipated, but he was immediately relieved when he saw him.
“Sorry, professor.”
Scott saw Professor Flitwick’s look, and some guilt surged in his heart.
“You shouldn’t run around at this time.”
Flitwick criticized him a few words, but did not delve into the question of where he went.
“Dumbledore has taken this matter seriously. The professors will investigate it thoroughly today. You just stay in the dormitory and don’t go out. I have already notified the prefects.” He hurriedly said a few more words and left.
Scott could feel Professor Flitwick’s trust in him, which made him feel a little more guilty.
But it was just guilt, he would not regret it.
Scott looked around. There were not many people gathered in the Ravenclaw common room at this time. Obviously, most students hid in the dormitory.
He saw the couple Dylan and Keira.
Keira was sobbing on the sofa, and Dylan squatted in front of her and held her hand.
“Don’t worry, Keira.” Dylan comforted his girlfriend softly, “So far, only three people have shown symptoms. This may not be an infectious disease.”
“No, this is an infectious disease, just like I said at noon!” Keira was already scared. She never knew that she had the talent of “prophecy”.
Scott passed by the couple.
Of course, he would not use a widespread infectious virus.
Scott returned to his dormitory via the stairs behind the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of the house.
He pushed open the bedroom door, and Milton immediately stood up to greet him, “You’re back, Scott. I was worried, but Roger said there was no need to look for you.”
Although Scott was used to Milton’s sentimental character, he was still startled by his red eyes.
“I’m fine, Milton, thank you.” He thanked him in a dry tone.
“As long as you’re okay.”
Milton smiled and sighed in a low voice: “If something like this happens, what will happen to Hogwarts?”
“Don’t worry, Milton. It will be fine. Our Principal Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick are fully capable of solving these matters.” Roger said.
He was lying on the bed with one leg crossed and flipping through a Quidditch magazine. Unlike Milton, he still maintained an optimistic view of the current situation.
Eddie, another member of the dormitory, was sorting through his pile of bottles and jars of merchandise.
“I think it’s a good thing,” he said.
Facing the eyes of others gathered on him, Eddie continued: “We all know that those three girls are usually close to each other. No matter what the reason for their collapse, the same symptoms mean a lot.”
Scott understood what he meant.
“You are saying that as long as the professors work hard to thoroughly investigate the cause of their illness, the group of pure-blooded little witches organized by Travers will be completely exposed to them.”
“That’s right.” Eddie said with a smile, “then we won’t have to spend our energy keeping an eye on a group of lower-grade female students.”
