The transcendent successor of Harry Potter

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At this point, the flaws in the Marauder’s Map, the possible loopholes of the Weasley twin brothers, and finally the cloak borrowed for infiltrating the forbidden book area, all the coping is completed.

After reading the “Poetry and Beans Stories” four or five times again, he “touched”, closed the book, and got up to leave the common room.

Today is the first day after the Christmas break, but it’s not without classes, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and there’s a Transfiguration class this morning.

Because of Peter Pettigrew’s memory and the shock of the fountain of good luck, Wilkes had delayed some time.

Professor McGonagall is a very strict professor, and the same is true for deducting points, and if you arrive late, you will be deducted at least five or ten points.

He also counted on Ravenclaw, after winning the House Cup every semester, to trigger the system, but not to be late.

At this moment, the Hogwarts campus was different from the early morning, it had returned to normal, all the students were cheerful again, and everything was normal.

But Wilkes was not interested in this, and on the way to the Transfiguration classroom, he kept his head down, thinking about his plan, maybe he could change it.

“If the fountain of good luck is really in the horse tribe, maybe I can think about it first…” he muttered, a glint of expectation in his eyes.

After all, in the forbidden book area, Wilkes has an invisibility cloak, and he can choose to sneak in at any time.

But the fountain of good luck is completely different, according to the vague information obtained from Peter Pettigrew’s memory, although it proves that there is indeed a fountain of good luck in the horse tribe, but before that, more than twenty or thirty years have passed.

At this time, among the horse tribes in the Forbidden Forest, whether the fountain of good luck still exists, no one dares to say.

He didn’t want to miss something that should only exist in legends because of his hesitation.

Thinking, Wilkes’ eyes were completely clear, and he walked up to the transfiguration classroom, since he already had a plan, he only needed to wait for nightfall.

He was still only in his first year, and Professor McGonagall would only teach some, very simple elementary Transfiguration Charms in Transfiguration class, so there was nothing to pay special attention to, and Wilkes basically didn’t need to listen.

After the Transfiguration class, he wasted no time, but chose to go to the library and look up all the information about the Spring of Good Luck and the Wagyo people.

In fact, the resolute decision to go directly to the horse tribe in the Forbidden Forest tonight to find the fountain of good luck has violated Wilkes’ usual character.

He can be regarded as ignorant of the horse tribe, the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and the Spring of Good Luck, and he also took a certain risk to go so rashly.

So Wilkes had to temporarily hold the Buddha’s feet, the festival – time, completely immersed in the library, not seeking too much, just seeking a general understanding.

………

Time flies, the white horse passes, the time of noon is fleeting, and the already gloomy sky begins to gradually darken.

It wasn’t until the librarian rang the small bell that represented the closure of the library that he suddenly came to his senses, closed the book in his hand abruptly, and his eyes lit up.

“Finally… Is it here…”

Wilkes knew that when the time for the library to close was up, it also meant that the time for the closed night was not far away.

He then returned to the common room and, rarely, instead of flirting with Luna, walked up to the boys’ lounge early.

In addition to Wilkes, there were two other Ravenclaw students in the boys’ lounge.

Seeing this, the corners of Wilkes’ mouth turned up. In this way, there was no need to wait for them to come back here, so he silently took out his wand, waved it casually, and blocked the exit behind him.

“I’m going to let you guys again…” he slowly walked to the beds of the other two and muttered, “Sleep well.” ”

Since he chose to sneak out of Hogwarts Castle in the evening, Wilkes naturally needed to be prepared, at the very least, so that the other two people in the lounge could not expose him.

Another spell was waved out by him indifferently, and the other two fell into a deep sleep, or coma.

Speaking of which, his two classmates, whenever Wilkes needed to leave the lounge, whether it was to the Forbidden Forest, the Room of Demand, or something to do, would cast a stun curse on them.

How many times he has been cast by Wilkes, he himself is a little lost in count.

Fortunately, the coma curse will not cause any adverse consequences to the wizard’s spirit, otherwise I am afraid that they would already be demented.

But even so, their usual daytime spirits are a little sluggish compared to other students.

Seeing this, Wilkes was able to relax and start to really prepare, turn directly to his bed, and fade the Hogwarts uniform on his body.

Then, from the ring on his left hand, he took out a completely black outfit with a special texture on it and began to wear it.

It is the power suit specially made by the black dragon skin of the Hesidierian Islands.

Going to the Forbidden Forest tonight, not knowing what danger he would encounter, he felt the need to prepare for everything.

Not only that, after the black dragon skin suit was put on, Wilkes took out the Voldemort Bat ring from the ring again and put it back on his left hand.

Before returning to Hogwarts, he put away Sternlake’s two portkeys and two Voldemort Bat rings, and only one ring for storing things was carried with him.

Now the Voldemort Bat ring is taken out again, and the Voldemort Bat is released and draped over his body.

This made Wilkes feel that he was ready for everything, and the rest…

He turned the palm of his left hand upwards and took out the clown mask he had brought with him into Stenlake, and only after throwing away other messy emotions did he slowly begin to put on the mask.

“I hope tonight…” Only a pair of already indifferent eyes appeared on the mask, and Wilkes looked out the stone arched window of the lounge and muttered:

“All the best.” _

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