Harry, Ron and Hermione trembled and lifted the invisible cloak.

The three of them walked forward and cried, "Professor..."

Felix's eyes kept patrolling among the three, "Miss Granger, and Mr. Porter, Mr. Weasley, can you tell me the reason for your appearance here?"

Harry mustered up the courage and said, "Professor, we want to visit Hagrid, you may not know that we are friends with him."

"It's not a good way here. You're going too deep into the Forbidden Forest." Felix shook his head, "I think your professor should have told you not to trespass on the Forbidden Forest."

Ron stammered: "Professor, we originally wanted to find Hagrid, but we saw you by chance and were curious, so we followed."

"Curious for a moment," Felix played with the wand in his hand. He looked at the three of them without saying a word.

Huge psychological pressure fell on the three of them.

Finally, Hermione said in a crying voice, "Sorry, Professor, we have let you down--"

"It's nothing," Felix said calmly, "adventure is the nature of every little wizard, especially the students of Gryffindor. But I hope you can define the boundary between bravery and stupidity, knowing that life is only once."

Felix said nothing more, and led the three back to the castle.

"Let me think about it, breaking the curfew, breaking into the forbidden forest, and following the professor..." As Felix said, the three of them suddenly paled, "Ten deductions for each person, and they are locked up for a week."

The trio returns to the common room like sleepwalking.

Seeing Hermione's sad look, Ron comforted him: "It's nothing, it's even more perfect than I thought. I thought we would deduct fifty points per person and be locked up until Christmas."

Harry agreed with a look of agreement. If they fell into Snape's hands tonight, the consequences would be unimaginable.

While lying in bed, Ron suddenly said to Harry: "It's so cool, right?"

"What?"

"Professor Hepp, swish swish swish! I can't see his movements clearly. If you ask me, he is definitely much stronger than Snape, even more powerful than Dumbledore!"

"President Dumbledore is the strongest." Harry said without hesitation.

"That's not necessarily the case. The principal hasn't taken action for many years. If it were decades ago, I wouldn't have doubted..." Ron muttered in a low voice, and then gradually fell asleep.

Harry couldn't sleep, and the scene of Professor Haypu performing magic kept appearing in his mind. From Professor Haypu's first spell to turning into black smoke, every move was broken down and reappeared in his mind.

He could see clearly.

The next day, Hermione was still a little sad, but she quickly cheered up and even began to discuss clues to the secret room with them.

The little witch said with a straight face, "It seems that Professor Happ is not Slytherin's heir."

Ron said: "Don't be so arbitrary. We just temporarily dispelled a doubt, although Professor Happ is really good." He also admitted this.

Harry quickly changed the subject, feeling that they followed the professor's behavior last night, which made Hermione, a little ashamed.

"I think it's more likely that Malfoy will be."

"That's right." Ron intercepted.

"But how do you talk from him? He won't admit that he is Slytherin's heir."

Hermione nodded and she whispered: "Maybe, we need compound decoction."

"What?"

"Compound decoction, it can turn you into another person." Hermione popularized them with science.

The two of them were still confused.

Hermione said angrily, "Don't you listen to the class? Snape mentioned in the class that the process of boiling this potion is very difficult and requires a variety of precious materials. Its formula is recorded in the book "Power Potion".

The three of them discussed in a low voice.

But then, they got stuck in the first step.

The formula of compound decoction is difficult to get, because the "Strong Potion" that records it is in the library's prohibited book area.

There is only one way to borrow books from the forbidden book area: get a letter signed by a professor.

“We have no reason to borrow that book,” Ron said, “that’s not something we should touch in our grade.”

“I think,” Hermione said, “if we pretend to be interested in this theory, maybe there’s a little hope…”

"Oh, come on, the professors won't be fooled so easily," Ron said, "unless they're extremely stupid..."

Saturday morning.

After breakfast, the trio came to the office of Professor Ancient Magic Culture - to complete their confinement.

Harry lamented a little that the first Quidditch game was about to be held, but he was unable to participate in the training. Captain Quidditch Wood was very dissatisfied with this.

Knocking on the door, the three of them were surprised to see that Draco Malfoy was also here.

Malfoy was lying in front of a table, with a thick book in front of him. He had turned to the last dozen pages after reading the page number. His quill kept copying, and there was still a little ink on the tip of his nose.

Harry suddenly remembered that Malfoy was punished to copy books.

Professor Hayp closed the door and said in a relaxed tone, "I originally planned to stagger you, but after thinking about it, it was still too troublesome. I asked, Mr. Malfoy didn't mind sharing the same table with you."

Ron suddenly laughed out loud. Looking at Malfoy's expression, he didn't seem to "not mind". He began to look forward to this confinement.

Felix formed three chairs and placed them in front of them, "I'll go find the materials you want to copy." After that, he left.

The four people in the office stared at each other.

Harry teased: "Malfoy, your confinement is not over yet? This is a great price."

Malfoy raised his head high, "Harry Potter!" He glanced at the three of them, and seemed to want to say something when he saw Hermione, but he quickly held it back.

He said proudly, "At the advice of Professor Snape, Professor Heip allowed me to take leave midway, so as not to miss Slytherin's Quidditch training, Porter! I will beat you on the field!"

Harry's mood suddenly became worse. With the financial support of the Malfoy family, all members of the Slytherin Quidditch school team replaced the Balloon 2001 broom, which made them extremely fast and looked like seven light green shadows on the court.

Ron provocatively said: "The real game is about skills. Even if you become a golfer by the back door, you will only become a laughing stock and a prodigal son!"

"Shut up, Weasley. Is there even one Jin Jialong in your vault?"

Ron's face turned red, and even his ears became hot. He took out his wand and shouted, "Say it again! Malfoy, say it again!"

Harry and Hermione hurriedly grabbed him. Not to mention the consequences of fighting in the professor's office, what if Ron was asked to do it, and vomited a slug for another afternoon?

Felix returned with a thick stack of parchment paper. Harry and Ron looked at the materials that were more than one foot tall, and they were no longer in a quarrel.

"I asked Professor McGonagall that she had a batch of information that needed to be updated, so I took the initiative to take on the job," Felix said slightly lively, "It just happened to be related to your behavior - the list of students' prohibitions and their punishments."

Felix placed the material on the table, and with a "bang" a thick circle of dust was lifted up. He waved his wand to "clean up" and a gust of wind took the dust away, "Get started, kids."

Felix sat in a corner of the office, seven or eight meters away from them, "Close the earplugs and listen." He pointed at himself with his wand, then opened a thick book and enjoyed his leisurely weekend.

On the other side, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down with her fate. Ron strongly rejected sitting with Malfoy. As a last resort, Harry had to be close to him.

Harry opened a piece of parchment paper, dipped it ink with a quill to start copying the information.

Malfoy whispered: "Potter! You know, you will lose..."
Chapter completed!