Chapter 357: Mixed fish beads

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Just when the two had a tea party in the Ravenclaw lounge.
Almost all the aisles in Hogwarts Castle were turned upside down.
Hermione’s pet, the fat Crookshank was running ahead in front of a team of iron guards. The and chubby body showed completely inconsistent agility, and all his hair was erected, full of offensive , The flat face fell into anger, and the apricot eyes were squeezed together.
At first glance, it seems that he is being driven by these guards, and looks embarrassed, but this is an illusion.
In fact, it is leading the way.
The raccoon's blood makes it very sensitive, and it senses that Hermione is in danger.
Ron and Harry followed gaspingly behind, and the crying Myrtle, who had been rescued at this time, floated on the shoulder of Professor McGonagall, waving her arms urgently, as if to be Apologizing.
The noise just made a little bit big, the two in the classroom were very embarrassed by Myrtle.
"Porter, Weasley, you can go to Miss Granger. She may be in some danger. Hogwarts must be invaded by outsiders, and Crookshanks should know where she is. Now Flitwick and I have to search the intruder."
The old lady said sharply, and then she supported her black pointed hat, and the little Flivi turned around and walked to another unsearched road.
After Professor McGonagall handed over the tasks to the two, the group parted ways.
The two went upstairs with one cat and hurried toward Dumbledore's office. A group of guards wearing black armor were diverted behind them.
As for Professor McGonagall, she quickly reached the end of the corridor. She and Professor Flitwick stopped in front of Ravenclaw's lounge.
They inspected here.
As a knock on the door rang, a uniform stepping sound continued in the corridor.
Quick and rhythmic.
"To visit the Ravenclaw lounge, you need to answer questions to enter." The soft voice sounded again.
"Pillius!" Malfoy and Luna heard Professor McGonagall's call to Flitwick again.
The dean of Ravenclaw must not be disturbed by the test of his college's lounge.
Flitwick stood to the front, for him, it should be a piece of cake.
Only today, perhaps an exception will be made.
The door began to ask questions in a soft voice.
"I would like to ask a ship that has been sailing for hundreds of years. His captain is a Muggle, not a wizard, and he has not imposed a floating spell or any other spell on the hull. It can last so long, all thanks to The crew’s uninterrupted maintenance and replacement of the ship, as long as a piece of wood is rotten, it will be replaced, and so on, until all the functional parts are not the original ones. The problem is that the resulting The ship is still not the original ship, even if all the parts have been replaced, if not, at what time point did the nature of the ship change? When the first part was replaced, the last one was replaced When replacing? Or is it a piece in the middle?"
The door spoke very quickly, and asked this long question.
The dull footsteps of the steel guards outside the house stopped, and the air cut by the wind blade stopped.
There was an extremely surprised expression on Flitwick's face.
It was just an unspeakable silence.
The air seemed to freeze because of embarrassment.
Professor McGonagall's eagle-like eyebrows twisted.
This problem caused Gryffindor and Ravenclaw’s Dean to be in deep contemplation.
They just didn't get an answer after a while.
"Will that ship be the original one? I don't know. I only know that if you don't open the door, one door will be removed."
Professor McGonagall's temper became rare. If it was as usual, she would leave, but this is not the same as the past, coupled with the impact of Dumbledore's death, she did not have so much patience.
"New problem entry-in the face of the threat of absolute force, what decision should we make?"
Then Ravenclaw's door answered honestly in a practical way-he opened it quickly.
He didn't have the courage to look at home.
But, is it too demanding to talk about courage for a door?
It was only after the two of them entered the gate that they heard a light and greedy greeting.
"Hello? Professor McGonagall? And Professor Flitwick? How are you? Would you like to try cookies? My father made them." Luna sat on the chair, waved at them, and said hello.
She was sitting alone on the soft blue chair, her legs swaying back and forth, and while she put the snacks prepared by her father into her mouth, she seemed very comfortable.
If there were a few more people, I might think Ravenclaw had a tea party in the lounge.
When they saw the two coming in, Luna stood up and politely asked them again.
"Miss Lovegood? Has anyone come in before?" Professor McGonagall stood at the table, frowning, and did not accept the invitation to taste.
"I don't know. I didn't pay attention." Luna shook her head dimly.
"Don't you think it's a kind of blasphemy to pay attention to something else while concentrating on tasting delicious food?" Luna asked.
The two asked dumbly.
"By the way, if Professor McGonagall really removed the Ravenclaw door and put it in the Gryffindor lounge, is it still the original door?" Luna was out of place. Yes, suddenly asked such a question again.
Professor McGonagall's face was even more sullen.
"Let's go." She said to Flitwick.
The two left. After they left Luna a back, Luna quickly waved to one of the armored steel guards in front of the door.
"All the way down," she said in a lip-shape, then she tongued out prankly.
"With power but without precious wisdom, you will also be tricked and turned around."
She whispered.
McGonagall and Flitwick left the Ravenclaw Lounge ~EbookFREE.me~ and proceeded with the armored soldiers in the group of castles.
Everywhere they go, they will cast a spell to detect nearby magical fluctuations, because the invader may have used the magic spell to avoid their search.
Then they must use an anti-curse to touch it.
Of course they couldn't think of it anyway. When they turned their attention to Luna just now, there was already a person quietly mixed into the torrential steel army.
They avoided the scope of their exploration.
"Crunch, crunch." McGonagall led the group of soldiers to the next lane.
"Tick, kick." But what she didn't see was that at the end of the black iron army she controlled, a soldier was left behind.
Even if he was left behind, the soldier still kept the same stepping sound as them, but only changed his position from the march, and finally left the team completely without a trace.