The wondrous journey through the Forbidden Forest truly opened Tonks' eyes.
Search?
It's already dark, what's the point of searching?
Back at the Hospital Wing on the second floor of the castle, Wales actually questioned her for her incompetence in letting the You-Know-Who intruder escape Hogwarts.
"Do you even understand? He's highly suspected of being that escaped convict— Sirius Black Black!"
If it really was Sirius Black, would they have made it out of the Forbidden Forest alive?
"I don't understand." Tonks tilted his head back, too lazy to explain to this guy.
Wales furious and threatened to tell Kingsley what had happened.
"Whatever you want."
"Tonks! You don't deserve to be Auror!"
I covered my ears and walked out of the Hospital Wing, where I ran into Kingsley, who looked ashen-faced, in the corridor.
After hearing what had happened, his expression softened slightly. "Couldn't you have just held back?"
Tonks pouted, "With his IQ, he deserves to be used as a tool by Fudge."
Kingsley's stern face instantly fell. "Shh—could you please keep your voice down?"
"Hey, we're not thieves, why do we have to be so careful?"
He raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples. "Fudge doesn't completely trust me yet, can't you just give me a break?"
Tonks stopped pouting. "Alright, but you'd better keep an eye on that idiot Wales."
"As long as you don't cause trouble."
"I promise."
Kingsley waved and walked toward the Hospital Wing.
Yes, they were both Dumbledore's men.
As for the so-called intruder... he was enjoying his dinner to the fullest.
The repaired Rascal Rabbit's performance is undeniable, and with the Firebolt Harry received anonymously, this year's Quidditch House Cup is a foregone conclusion.
Vincent had just finished his pudding when Wood sat down next to him.
"Training plan?"
"Made especially for you."
Half an hour of flying with a 50kg load, half an hour of obstacle course dodging (new version), half an hour of shooting, half an hour of strength contest...
Vincent was overwhelmed by the dense training content.
He pulled out his schedule. "My dear captain, how much time do you think I'll have to train?"
Wood casually hooked his arm around his shoulder. "We're determined to win the championship this year. As for the timing... we can discuss it some more."
A lot of physical training was cut, and only skill-related training was retained.
Wood left satisfied.
Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, let alone Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, neither of them are pushovers.
Just as Vincent got up to go back to his dormitory, a sullen-looking Tonks came to the Great Hall.
Her smile was eerie.
"Stop!"
Vincent was puzzled; he didn't seem to have offended her.
Tonks strode forward, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something.
"Sigh—never mind, you can go."
It's inexplicable.
"Period?"
"You're on your period!"
For the next few days, Vincent felt that the Auror at school were watching him.
Every night when I go to the Scottish Highlands, I use a wand without Trace, and if the Ministry of Magic were to discover this, they would definitely come and arrest me.
He and Tonks don't have any deep-seated hatred, so it shouldn't be to this extent.
Therefore, only one possibility remains.
The purpose of Fudge's Auror was not only to silence the parents and outsiders, but also to find an opportunity to interfere in the school's management.
Why are you staring at him?
Want to find something on him?
Snape's intensive surveillance over three years yielded nothing; what kind of trouble could these Auror possibly cause?
But since they're looking for an excuse, let's just give them one.
That night,
The superheroes of Hogwarts —or more accurately, the Batman Family.
They each donned upgraded Alchemical Battle Suit and gathered at the Room of Requirement's secret base.
The newly joined Daphne received the Batgirl suit, but she looked a little unhappy.
The new Alchemical Battle Suit is a bodysuit covered with a layer of lightweight metal armor, and inside there are Magical Circuit inscribed to offset some of the attacks.
It not only greatly enhances physical defense, but also provides a certain degree of magical defense, and most importantly, it ensures that agile movement is not affected.
Even if the battle outfits are the coolest, girls still have a tendency to compare themselves to others, even with their closest best friends.
Catwoman, the Hermione, makes her entrance, eliciting gasps of surprise from George, Nightwing, and Robin, Fred.
"Perfect curves!"
Come on, smile!
With a click, George pressed the camera shutter.
She looks a little shy, let's take another one.
Hermione smiled, but her eyes beneath the eyepatch were unusually cold.
After taking the photos, George obediently put his camera away.
Jokes should be appropriate so that they can be made frequently.
Red Hood — Rolf, supported by Son of Batman — Cedric, groped his way in.
"Couldn't this damn hood have at least one hole in it?!"
Fred pulled a comic book from his belt and opened it. "Look, that's how it's set up."
Rolf couldn't see anything at all, so he simply slid down against the wall.
Cedric patted his metallic red hood lightly. "Since this thing was made using alchemy, it should have X-ray vision, right?"
Rolf suddenly stood up, removed his hood, and carefully searched inside and out for a Magical Runes.
After touching it, a green light will light up inside, and then you can see the outside world clearly when you put it on.
"Amazing!"
The group began to explore and feel around.
The standard multi-functional belt contains gadgets such as darts and smoke bombs, as well as a small cube for communication.
In addition, there are iconic weapons.
Nightwing has a pair of short sticks, Red Hood has a crowbar and a wrench, Robin has a long stick, Damian the Son of Batman has a dagger and a grappling hook, Batgirl has a grappling hook, and Catwoman has a whip and retractable claws.
None of them are mere decorations; they are genuine alchemical weapons.
The suits, equipment, and weapons are all there; all that's missing is the protagonist to bring them together.
Batman — Vincent— quietly entered the corridor.
He pulled the door that had appeared three times before, and saw six impatient faces.
"Let's go, and try not to use magic."
According to the twins' patrol schedule, there are three Auror on duty at the castle tonight.
They are Roly-Poly, Big Dummy, and Clownish Monkey.
"Who should we choose?"
"The routes of the Big Dummy and the Clownish Monkey partially overlap, so should we go after the Roly-Poly first?"
"Great idea!"
Magical Runes of the shoes, and the seven quietly left the secret base.
"Roly-Poly" is a short, chubby Auror, and it's a mystery how he passed the medical exam.
He was walking down the sixth-floor corridor with a lantern in hand, unaware that he was being watched.
I opened a classroom door and went inside for a quick look.
When he returned to the corridor, a bat-shaped dart was stuck in the marble floor.
"Who is it!" The Roly-Poly quickly drew its wand, its eyes scanning the surroundings warily.
He looked up and his eyes widened instantly.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven—a total of seven figures are standing upside down on the ceiling.
"Who exactly are you—"
Vincent leaped down and slammed his knee into the Roly-Poly's forehead.
Before they could even chant the incantation, the first Auror was easily defeated.