Chapter 167: 'Unnatural Culprit”

Chapter 167: “Unnatural Culprit”

It was late at night, and the lights in the castle were extinguished. England ushered in a rare good weather, a night without heavy rain and dark clouds. The sky was full of stars, and Hogwarts was covered with a veil of mystery.

The professors temporarily built a simple coop in the open space near the main ground, and Hagrid lived in the small wooden house next to it. To ensure his safety, no secret passages to the water pipes are nearby. If the basilisk moved, the defensive spell set by Professor Flitwick would be instantly activated.

The rooster army provided by Mr. Wallup is currently sleeping. Although it is an open-air environment, Professor Sprout has placed a few pots of warm-blooded vines next to the wall, which will provide heating.

In the wooden house, Hagrid came out with a lantern. He stretched his neck and looked into the coop surrounded by stone walls. After confirming that nothing was weird, he returned to his room.

Not long after, Hagrid’s snoring can be heard.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.

The stars in the night sky became brighter, and the night wind blew through the castle. Beside the stone wall, a rooster with its head tucked into its neck and shakes its head.

In an instant, a sharp wound appeared on its throat. The rooster wanted to flop twice before dying, but for some reason, it didn’t even have the strength to lift its wings. There was a slight fluctuation in the air on the empty wooden roof.

In the coop, with the fall of the first rooster, it was like a chain reaction. The sleeping roosters fell one after another like an invisible sharp knife constantly cutting their throats.

A faint light appeared on the nameplate that read [For The Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by The Wallup Farm], and a spell instantly enveloped the surrounding area.

On the originally empty wooden roof, the transparent air twisted. Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall immediately lifted off their invisibility cloak. The two held out their wands, and several spells came from the tips of the wands.

However, the spell did not work, and nothing appeared.

The three silver cats belonging to Professor McGonagall immediately rushed to the stone wall. The silver light on their bodies burst into flames, but nothing happened except to startle the roosters.

There should be nothing wrong with this plan. Only a few people know about Harry’s invisibility cloak. He even uses Polyjuice Potion to prevent a whistleblower, even though Snape is unhappy that his stock is used.

Professor McGonagall nodded and told Sean everything about last night. After listening to the situation, Sean rested his chin with his hand.

The culprit can still make a move, meaning there is no whistleblower in the castle, or the whistleblower does not exist at the professor level. But the spells they’ve thrown to expose the culprit didn’t work, which makes it weird.

Sean couldn’t understand it. The wizarding world is amazing, but he has never heard of creatures that are not affected by magic spells. Unless the opponent’s speed is ridiculously fast, either it is not a human or it is a magical creature.

But what kind of magical creature is invisible and can’t be affected by spells?

Professor McGonagall didn’t disturb him. Although Sean’s plan didn’t work out, he had already proved his intelligence in her eyes. He really looks like Dumbledore when he thinks.

On the other side, Sean has put his suspicion on some kind of mysterious power. He even wonders if a certain criminal has been revived in advance. How can a spell targeted at a person did not take an effect?

Sean’s eyes widened suddenly.

Professor McGonagall saw the change in his expression and asked, “Sean, did you find anything?”

Sean raised his head, “Professor, can ghosts be affected by spells?”

“Ghost? Of course not,” Professor McGonagall was a little puzzled, “You suspect that the killer is a ghost? But ghosts can’t be invisible, and they can only have a very small impact on the real world, such as splashing a little water or something. Cutting the neck of a creature is not something a ghost ca-“

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall’s eyes widened.