Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

—New page-writing skills!

Thor's eyes lit up as he looked eagerly at Hermione!

Although I don't know what happened.

But Hermione's bond with him deepened, probably because she witnessed this beautiful illusion and was deeply moved!

Hermione.

Thor stretched out his hand, his straw hair flying in the whirlwind whipped up by the musical notes, his eyes gleaming:

"I take back what I said before, it's great that you came!"

"Gurgle"

Hermione grunted in her throat, her heart pounding!

— First, the scene before my eyes must be too shocking!

It's not some kind of excitement about being recognized!

[Book Page Skills: The Multi-Armed Conductor]

[Using multiple arms to control smoke, it can create and control multiple smoke mimicry simultaneously]

"The conductor...?"

Thor murmured, a bold idea gradually taking shape in his mind!

He looked up at the donkey skeleton hanging high in the center of the stage, frantically waving its arms to direct the crowd, and slowly a smile appeared on his face!

That's right.

His Miss Butterfly has several more pairs of arms than that donkey!

He wants to seize control of the concert!

"Let me show you what real music is!" Thor's eyes shone, and his heart pounded.

"True music shouldn't just make you happy; it should captivate everyone!"

"Come on, Miss Butterfly!"

Thor raised his hand, and Miss Butterfly's several pairs of dark blue arms gently rested in his palm.

On his face, the pages of the book fluttered gently like butterfly wings, and his whole body exuded a noble and mysterious aura!

Hermione was stunned.

She had never felt such confidence and freedom from this bizarre butterfly monster before!

When being bent over, the only emotion conveyed is frenzied pleasure.

Like a butterfly that lives only a day, recklessly squandering its short life.

but now……

"This is incredible..."

Hermione murmured, her eyes widening and her fists clenching slightly.

Looking at the two "people" shining in the brilliance of the musical notes, she couldn't help but feel a surge of heartfelt admiration.

The one who brought about the change to that crazy monster was the "Great Demon King" Thor, as everyone called him!

"You say you're a step below me, but that's precisely how you far surpass me..."

Hermione bit her lower lip, a fleeting look of disappointment crossing her eyes, which was quickly replaced by a deep longing and radiance!

"No, I can't wallow in self-pity and repeat the same mistakes!"

Hermione shook her head vigorously, her eyes gleaming with intense light!

Saul is not her rival, but her ally!

"I'm going to catch up with Thor and go with him!"

Until that unexplored height of the sky!

Boom!Boom!

My heart is beating.

Hermione's intense emotions were transmitted to Miss Butterfly through a secret connection.

This made the radiance around her even brighter!

Just then.

【Om—】

The heavy drumbeats abruptly ended, and a low, gentle piano melody began!

Like a requiem, a solemn atmosphere instantly swept over the entire venue!

[End of the second song]

The band, formed from fused bones, all grinned!

[Act Three - Finale...]

The lead meow rang out with a voice filled with malice and pleasure, as if it were playing with life as if it were a ball of fur.

He said, slowly and deliberately:

【Come On, Sweet Death~】

As the conductor, Donkey Girl, raised her hooves, at the same moment, the empowered Butterfly Girl, under Thor's command, also raised her arms between her sides!

The music begins!

......

In the faculty and staff lounge on the second floor, which is relatively far from the restricted area on the fourth floor.

Professor McGonagall was frowning, staring at the ticking clock, her fingers tapping slowly on the parchment, waiting for Saul to come and put her in solitary confinement.

"Sol said he'd be a little late, honestly, it's almost midnight now, why isn't he here yet?"

Professor McGonagall frowned.

For some reason, she always had a vague sense of unease.

It was as if Hogwarts was about to explode; even the tea in the cup seemed to be swaying slightly.

"...I guess I'm overthinking it."

Professor McGonagall pinched her brow and chuckled:

"It's just that Dumbledore isn't at school tonight. Does that mean something really is going to happen at Hogwarts? I'm being too paranoid."

Even for Thor, someone has to unleash their illusion form first before chaos ensues.

Since Hermione's incident, the school has paid special attention to the mental health of its young wizards.

A quick check revealed that many freshmen were experiencing issues such as homesickness and difficulty adjusting to group living.

There was even a senior Ravenclaw who was about to face the OWL (Ordinary Wizard Level Examination).

She broke down during the interview, crying that she was just a stupid mandrake and almost actually performed a transformation on herself.

"In a way, Thor actually did something good this time," Professor McGonagall murmured, her anger at Thor's delayed arrival subsiding somewhat.

"Anyway, Thor is still a kind-hearted kid. He might cause some trouble, but he won't really get into anything too serious—"

Before he could finish speaking...

"Bang!"

Her office door was kicked open!

The savior Harry Potter and the Weasleys' youngest son Ron were seen pulling and tugging at each other, almost rolling around in a heap, before finally collapsing onto the office floor!

? ? !

Professor McGonagall jumped to her feet, staring in astonishment at the two students from her own college lying on the ground, and exclaimed:

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley! What's wrong with you—something's not right."

Professor McGonagall's expression gradually turned stern, her large, cat-like eyes sharply fixed on the two of them.

"It's well past curfew, what are you doing outside?!"

Ron flinched, nudged Harry with his elbow, and muttered, "I knew it..."

Professor McGonagall, her face contorted with rage, exclaimed, "I simply can't believe that less than a month into the semester, I'm already going to deduct a huge number of points from my own college—"

"Wait a minute!"

Harry quickly raised his hand, panting as if interrupting a referee to issue a yellow card during a match, and shouted:

"Professor McGonagall! You...you'd better go out and see what's going on! There's complete chaos outside!"

?

Professor McGonagall's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be Thor—

Her heartbeat quickened, and the unease she had felt earlier rapidly amplified!

No, that won't happen.

The students at the school are all doing well; I haven't heard of anyone having any unresolved troubles.

"As a professor, you can't blame everything on one student. For example, the toilet explosion was most likely caused by the Weasley twins, but it could also have been caused by Peeves instigated by the Weasley twins... No, that analogy isn't quite right..."

Professor McGonagall had a stern face.

While trying to comfort herself, she stiffly followed Harry and Ron as they quickly left the second-floor corridor and headed upstairs.

As the faint rumbling grew louder, her comfort gradually turned into prayer!

Please, whatever you do, don't let anything happen while Dumbledore is away!!

then.

As she stepped onto the fourth floor, what came into view was rows of living armor, accompanied by a strange yet stirring melody!

Armed with swords, spears, and shields, they strode towards the forbidden zone where the magic stone was kept!

Along the way, the portraits on the wall screamed in terror, leaving more than half of them empty!

Professor McGonagall: (⊙口⊙)

Harry: "Oh, right, Professor McGonagall, by the way, Malfoy collapsed in the prize room on the third floor—Professor McGonagall?!"

Harry and Ron quickly grabbed Professor McGonagall, who was staggering backward.

Her face was deathly pale, with a mixture of white and red, and a hint of blue.

After its chest heaved twice rapidly, it opened its mouth and emitted a sharp, explosive sound:

"Sol Green!!!"

Is this what you meant by "coming to put me in solitary confinement later"?

If you don't discipline someone for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles.

You've been behaving yourself for a week, and now you're going to blow up the school?!