Hogwarts: This fairy tale is too eerie

Fourth floor corridor.

"Bang!"

The dazzling light of the spell continued unabated, illuminating the dim corridor as if it were daytime.

Although the Living Armor has high magic resistance, its overall strength is not strong.

They were almost powerless against most of the professors who had experienced the Second Wizarding War.

"Clang! Clang!"

Metal armor flew everywhere, hollow arms and legs spun on the ground, and helmets bounced and rolled off.

"Phew~ It's been so long since I've exercised."

Professor Flitwick exhaled, and with his short legs and swaying shoulders, he hopped and skipped over the scattered armor.

The cold moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the motionless, lifeless armor, making it gleam silver.

Professor McGonagall walked at the front, her brows furrowed, and hurried toward the restricted area ahead, the place from which the music was coming from, a sense of unease rising within her.

No, the threat has been eliminated.

Those living armors were all bark and no bite; they weren't that powerful. This shows that the illusion that caused the commotion wasn't that strong either.

All that's left is to rescue Thor—

"Hmm?" Professor McGonagall suddenly stopped, sensing something was amiss. Her eyes widened slowly as she murmured, "The music... why did it stop?"

Yes.

It's too quiet.

It seemed that from a certain moment on, the corridor became completely silent.

"Waaah—waaah—"

The hooting of an owl, like the sound of a flute, rang out from outside the castle, and Professor McGonagall's heart skipped a beat, her unease growing stronger!

"Perhaps our esteemed Mr. Grimm has already dealt with the illusion," Snape said with a shrug, his face clouded over.

He had always thought it was a complete farce.

After all, he had personally witnessed "that kid's" two battles.

Dark and eerie fairy tales should be left to professionals.

"If you ask me," Snape began, "Mr. Green just happens to have a human mouth, and just happens to be able to speak a language we can understand."

"If he feels he can't handle it, he will ask for help."

Since it wasn't mentioned, then it's not necessary.

The thought of a student from his own house lying in the school infirmary made Snape want to deduct 10,000 points from Gryffindor!

"Why didn't Cerberus bite off your arms and legs, Thor? To teach you a lesson?" Snape thought bitterly.

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"There must be a way to live safely with it... Hagrid almost let it slip several times."

Snape scoffed, his eyes filled with arrogance and contempt.

"Ha, I knew it was absolutely unreliable to entrust such a difficult task to a half-giant!"

Snape even strongly suspected that Dumbledore had deliberately left a "flaw" in him.

He can use everyone to achieve his desired goals.

Just thinking about Hagrid's tearful gratitude when he heard that his Cerberus wouldn't be sent away...

Snape couldn't help but laugh.

They didn't consider at all what to do with the three-headed monster when Dumbledore no longer needed it.

--one way or another.

Snape put away his wand, a forced smile playing on his lips, and said sarcastically:

"Alright, everyone. I think we should now go into that locked room—which is [not allowed]—like we're having a birthday party, to celebrate the great Mr. Grimm's successful taming of another monster—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Suddenly, cheerful music started playing again from inside the door in front!

[Ding, ding-dong! Ding, ding-dong!]

It's like a child playing a piano with a small mallet, striking colorful hands.

A light and cheerful melody, completely different from what was before, flowed out!

"This...this is..." Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, then she said in disbelief, "A Christmas carol?!"

- Exactly.

This incredibly simple tune is none other than the well-known "Christmas Carol"!

However, it appeared now, nearly three months before Christmas, in this deadly and cold night.

It sent chills down everyone's spine!

It felt as if icy tentacles, carrying a chilling aura, were sliding across their ankles!

Professor Snape also composed himself, gripping his wand tightly again, and said with surprise and seriousness, "Thor failed to suppress that illusion...? What happened?"

Compared to the previous performance, the music sounded completely harmless at this moment.

But for some reason, it gave him a very bad feeling!

It seems something big is coming.

next second.

Rustling.

The sound of metal scraping against metal echoed from all around and behind them.

Let's all attend worship.

Let's all attend worship.

Let's all attend worship.

[Those devout saints, gather quickly!]

"......"

Amidst the cheerful singing, everyone's faces stiffened, and they slowly turned their heads away.

One by one, the fallen living armors rose again, picked up the parts on the ground, and began to reassemble themselves.

Arms attached to feet, legs attached to hands.

Some have two heads, one on the left and one on the right, while others have a bent metal hand on their head.

It is clearly humanoid, yet its bizarre limbs make it seem like some kind of monster mimicking humans!

A bizarre and terrifying feeling washed over me!

"Merlin... Merlin..." Professor Flitwick murmured, dumbfounded, "Have I arrived in the underworld?"

—Don't even mention the monster being defeated, this monster has undergone a super evolution!!

What kind of sinister, underworld creature is hidden in that mysterious room?

"No, don't panic!" Professor McGonagall quickly regained her composure, gripping her wand tightly, her eyes resolute. "If we can defeat them once, we can defeat them a second time!"

"Our top priority is to rescue Thor! We'll split into two groups: one to hold off these living armors, and the other to get to the room first—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Then those deformed suits of armor with the wrong parts installed started to move!

They raised their hands in a flash, one after another, holding hands like children going on a picnic.

Then, they started dancing around them?!

???

At that moment, every professor present silently cursed in their hearts:

WTF?!

Professor McGonagall, who was full of fighting spirit, froze, her mouth agape, staring blankly at the living armors jumping around them, her mind completely blank.

Professor Snape repeatedly raised his wand, then lowered it, then raised it again, as if dealing with James's son with Lily eyes, unsure of where to begin, his features contorted in a tangled mess.

Professor Flitwick of Eagle School, after a brief moment of stunned silence, suddenly brightened up, as if he had realized something.

He muttered to himself, "The direction of magic has changed! The way it's controlled has completely changed, could it be...!"

As for Professor Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff, he smiled knowingly and clapped his hands, saying, "I was dreaming! No wonder!"

Amidst the clanging and clattering of armor, only the joyful Christmas carols echoed through this magical night at Hogwarts:

[Everyone come to worship, everyone come to worship, everyone come to worship, born in response to the will of Grimm, the Savior~]

With a "creak".

The previously tightly closed gate of the restricted area slowly opened, the old hinges rubbing together with a harsh sound.

It revealed the dark, hollow light within.

It was as if they were being invited in.

Let's all attend church!