trainer at hogwarts

What happened, at the most serious level, is that the mark ran to the body of the savior Sama, at the most small level, it was that he made a new friend, and a little accident happened during the communication.

So

"I just went out to have fun during the holidays and met a few new friends." Morris pretended to remember hard, but in fact he was thinking about how to make up this story so that it would not fall on Harry.

"New Friend" Dumbledore is really good at catching keywords.

Morris shrugged: "They are all about the same age as me. They can't be bad people."

Dumbledore was lost in thought.

It is indeed impossible for a group of brats to be involved in any problems, and given Morris's character, the people he would probably associate with were all descendants of the upper class. If someone wanted to use Polyjuice Potion to turn themselves into a child and blend in, in a place full of Muggles, it would be easy for them to reveal their secret or be ostracized because they could not talk to each other.

Dumbledore finished thinking and came to the conclusion that, well, it shouldn't be a human problem.

"Then where did you go?" Dumbledore asked again.

Morris started counting on his fingers: "The Central Park, the amusement park, and the shopping street that are close to home."

It’s either places of interest or places to eat, drink and have fun.

It's not a person's problem, nor a place's problem, what's the problem? Dumbledore looked at Morris happily enjoying his late night snack like a normal person, and felt more and more that the world of young people was difficult to understand.

"Principal" Morris was so impressed by Dumbledore, wow, this old bee will not fall in love with this handsome young master, right?

"It's okay, you can continue eating." Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and continued to think about the possibilities.

Morris had a ulterior motive and worked hard to create a variety of distractions to confuse Dumbledore's sight, and then obtain information about what happened in the school.

half an hour later

Dumbledore still didn't analyze what was wrong.

Morris didn't get the melon either.

Today's outcome was slightly better for Morris.

In the peaceful campus life, this semester quickly came to an end.

The silence of the secret room did not make people lower their guard, but made them more vigilant.

"Hill, come to my office after class."

In a Potions class, Snape passed by Maurice and said this gloomily.

Morris thought that the professor didn't like him. Well, in fact, Snape had always disliked him, but he couldn't take it personally.

结果

A table, a blank paper, a quill, and Professor Snape.

"Write down what you know about the secret room. I don't want to hear your rhetoric and exaggerated nonsense. Remember, write the key points."

Professor Snape's tone was very bad, and he could hear that he was very angry. Although he didn't know why he was angry, Morris chose to protect himself wisely and ran away after writing.

The words "stop" popped out of Snape's mouth.

Morris turned around helplessly and said in a gentle tone that would not cause trouble, "Professor Snape, is there anything else you can do?"

Snape stretched out a finger, placed it on the parchment, picked it up, looked at it with disgust, and threw it aside: "Write it again."

A question mark floated over Morris' head.

Looking up, Snape was looking at him with his nose.

What the hell, I’m okay with my bad temper. Professor, you’re awesome. Write, just write.

"Where's the paper?" Morris looked at the empty table and the fire started to appear. Professor Snape, you are asking me to help you with things now. This is your attitude.

"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly, and then left, left

Morris: ""

I quit, I’m leaving too

"where are you going"

Morris looked to the side and saw Snape's dead face. If it were the middle of the night, he would definitely be recognized as a ghost. No, ghosts are prettier than him

"Look for paper." Morris raised his eyebrows confidently.

Snape sneered: "Where do you want to find it?"

Morris also smiled: "Go outside."

Snape's face became even darker, and he said, "Write it for me within half an hour. If you don't finish it, you can stay and work."

He closed the door with a bang and left.

Morris: ""

What the hell is this guy doing?

He pushed the door, but it couldn't be opened. He pulled out his wand and tried, but it failed. He was obviously locked in there with magic.

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Do you think I won’t be able to get out if you lock me up here? Believe it or not, I will demolish you violently.

Morris thought viciously, and then stuffed the Poké Ball back.

First use your brain.

Snape is not a brainless person, on the contrary, he has always been calm. So why did he suddenly have nothing to do today?

Morris reflected on himself whether he had offended the Potions Professor recently. Not only had he not offended him, but he had not even violated any school rules. He was so well-behaved that he hardly looked like an eleven-year-old child.

Then what is he doing inexplicably?

If you want to know the situation, why don't you go to Dumbledore? Didn't Dumbledore even give a summary of the background before handing over the task? Isn't this unreasonable?

There was a strange breath.

You locked yourself here to prevent yourself from going out. Why don't you let yourself out? Now the school is in normal class, what could be abnormal?

Well, Morris shrugged his nose, there was a faint sweet smell, it was maple sugar cake.

I didn’t expect that Snape, an old guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes who doesn’t care about cleanliness, also likes desserts. I can’t tell. Hehehehe, where is the Kangkang cake?

Morris curiously looked for the location of the cake. Wait, there doesn't seem to be this smell in the front. It just appeared suddenly. Could it be?

"Boom"

Snape stood outside the door for about ten minutes, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, covered his mouth and nose, opened the door with one hand, and looked inside.

Pull out your wand to clear the surrounding air of any drug residue. He picked up Morris, carefully avoiding the crowd, and took him to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.

"Well done, Severus, you are indeed his loyal servant." A voice of approval came from behind the curtain.

"Bring him here and you will tell me where he is." Snape stared at the curtain.

"Of course." The figure behind the curtain slowly walked out, gently waving his hand to turn the pile of debris in front of him into a noble throne, "I won't lie to you, because there is no need."

Maurice, who was being carried by Snape, shook his eyelids slightly and woke up on the way. He didn't expect that Snape would actually attack him, so he pretended to continue sleeping, but now the voice seemed familiar.