Hogwarts: My Yorozuya has no taboos!

Chapter 66 The Golden Legend of Hogwarts

"I swear I will not sneak back to my office to sleep tonight, Professor Snape—"

Watching Severus's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, Ares muttered to himself.

"If I find a classroom to sleep in, it won't count as breaking my oath, right?"

So Ares wrapped himself in his thick cloak and went up to the fourth floor.

The corridor on the right-hand side of the fourth floor is a restricted area designated by Dumbledore, and the room at the bottom of the corridor houses an adorable big dog with three heads.

Although Ares was curious about the three-headed dog and hoped to see it, he decided to stay away from it since the dog was guarding the Philosopher's Stone.

He went up to the fourth floor and turned to go to the left corridor.

As winter approaches, Hogwarts grows even colder in the dead of night!

After the torches went out, the entire castle resembled a deep, eerie labyrinth submerged in an icy sea, its layout gloomy, terrifying, and disorienting.

There are not many rooms currently in use on the fourth floor of the castle.

Apart from the Charms classroom, most of the classrooms were abandoned...dusty and musty, not a place for a comfortable nap.

Ares couldn't possibly go and sleep in a professor's lecture room... that would be rather disrespectful.

Of course, the school clinic on the fourth floor is also a good option, with soft beds and fireplaces for heating... However, unless he's really sick, he can't go there... It's too provocative!

唔—

Taking into account important factors such as wind protection, air freshness, humidity, and temperature, Ares, after wandering around for half an hour, finally chose—

Trophy Showroom!

This is a room filled with many crystal glass cases that gleam under the moonlight. In the dim light, the trophies, shields, medals, and statues inside the crystal cases shimmer with silver and gold light.

To ensure that these medals, each representing a legendary story, remain at Hogwarts for as long as possible, the room is kept very well—the temperature is just right, and the floor is spotless!

In the stillness, Ares looked around the room and nodded with satisfaction.

He found a sheltered spot away from the doorway, spread the thick cloak he'd brought on the floor, lay down, pulled up half of the cloak to use as a blanket, turned to his side, adjusted his position with his arm under his head, facing a crystal cabinet, and then—

Close your eyes and go to sleep!

...........

The moonlight, like water, streamed quietly across the tranquil showroom floor.

Suddenly, a series of hurried and disorderly footsteps came from the corridor outside, and then several furtive figures slipped into the trophy display room.

Several short figures moved along the corridors separated by crystal cabinets, passing through each one as if searching for something.

The one leading the group was a boy with bright green eyes and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead—well, actually, it was Harry.

Harry gripped his wand, looked around, and moved forward cautiously, step by step.

He searched through each passage one by one until he turned a corner and decided to enter the last passage.

Then-

hiss!

In an instant, Harry froze, feeling his very soul tremble!

What did he see?

A cold, lifeless corpse lay on the ground, covered with a tattered rag?!

"What, you spotted Malfoy, Harry?"

Ron, who was following behind Harry, bumped his nose against Harry's shoulder when Harry suddenly stopped.

He rubbed his nose, asking the question shrewdly while glancing over Harry's shoulder.

hiss!

Ron couldn't help but gasp, his whole body covered in goosebumps!

"Don't shout, Neville!"

Before Neville could scream in terror at the sight of the man on the ground, Granger, who was also pale-faced, covered his mouth!

She practically dragged the three boys out of the trophy display room.

"Is he—he—he's dead?"

In the gloomy corridor, Neville's face was almost as pale as the moonlight, like a fat, dehydrated fish.

"There's no escaping it!"

Ron's every syllable trembled as he spoke.

"Did you see his skin? It's so pale... He looks like he's been dead for at least several days!"

"Oh, stop talking nonsense, Weasley!"

Granger tightened his lips,

"He's just sleeping."

Sleeping... sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor in the trophy display room?!

"How did you know?!"

Ron questioned her defiantly, his expression softening somewhat.

"What kind of looks are you giving me... That's Professor Delfino, didn't you see his face?!"

How did you know?

Ron asked again,

"His face is down!"

"It was seen through the reflection of the crystal case."

"Why did Professor Delfino...?"

Harry opened his mouth in astonishment.

"Is that even a question?"

Hermione glared at Harry with a mocking look.

"This morning in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Delfino must have overheard you and Malfoy's appointment to duel tonight in the trophy room. He's here to arrest you!"

Harry's lips moved, but he couldn't find anything unreasonable about Granger's statement.

"Now you can prove that what I said was correct, right?"

Hermione said,

"Malfoy never intended to go out and duel with you tonight... he just wanted you guys to get fired."

Thinking about it that way, we're really lucky. Professor Delfino must have been waiting too long and fallen asleep, otherwise, we could be back in our dorms packing our things and getting ready to head home first thing tomorrow morning!

Harry and Ron remained silent, their faces grim.

Granger is annoying... but her analysis makes sense.

After a moment of silence—

"Can we go back to sleep now?"

Neville blinked his eyes and said pitifully.

"You've noticed some students aren't sleeping, haven't you, Mrs. Lawrence?"

A hoarse, excited voice suddenly rang out, and footsteps rapidly approached.

"Sniff around, my dear, they could be hiding in any corner!"

"It's Filch!"

Hermione's eyes widened in horror, her brown pupils contracting to their limit. She mouthed what she was saying.

"He even brought his cat... We're doomed, we can't escape!"

"Follow me!"

After a moment of hesitation and fear, Harry's eyes hardened, and he led everyone toward the corridor to the right of the stairs!

Filch hurried past the trophy display room but found nothing.

Ten minutes later—

Clang, jingle, clang, click!

Four sneaky little figures rushed out from the right-hand corridor on the fourth floor, screaming in terror, making some of the portrait figures roll their eyes at them.

"Hmm—"

In the trophy display room, the "dead" figure frowned at the noise, yawned, turned to face the crystal case on the other side, and continued to "die"—

"Hey guys, did you hear that? Someone's having a concert?"

On the fourth floor, in a corridor long since sealed off, Fred, carrying a large bundle and panting heavily, pulled himself out from the open back of a hunchbacked witch statue and asked with a mocking smile.