Hogwarts, where the stars shine

The next morning, the sky outside the window was clear and clear, with fine and white clouds like petals on a blue gauze scarf.

This is the rare good weather in the past few months, but Mesa and Lilia both look depressed. They didn't sleep well last night.

Things couldn't get any worse, like the Sword of Damocles hanging over our heads.The sharp sword hanging by only a horsehair will fall down at any time, piercing and cutting off the head.

What happened to the sleeping students? Have they been rescued like the princess in "Sleeping Beauty"? What happened to the plan of the person behind the scenes and what he plans to do next; What about Dumbledore and Snape? When will they take action to bring the people behind the scenes to justice...

With all kinds of assumptions and uneasiness, Mesa and Lilia walked out of the campus hospital listlessly, yawning profusely.

No matter how many questions there are in my heart, I can’t skip breakfast.After all, people are like iron and rice is like steel. If he doesn’t eat for one meal, he will be really hungry!

However, when the two arrived at the auditorium, what they saw was beyond their expectations.The long table belonging to Slytherin House was full of people, not as empty as imagined.

The Slytherins at the long table were all rosy-cheeked and full of energy. Everyone looked as if they had taken half a bucket of chicken blood. There was no trace of their groggy appearance last night.

Everyone had a good night's sleep, except Mesa and Lilia who knew the truth.

Yes, the energetic Slytherin students, they don't know what happened last night, and they don't know that danger is coming again.

Although some people felt strange that they were sleeping in the common room, few people thought deeply about the reason. They just assumed that they had been too tired recently and fell asleep unknowingly.

Looking at the classmates chatting and laughing around him, looking at them as if nothing happened, Mesa's feeling of uneasiness intensified.

Whitewash, why did the school cover up what happened last night?

Is it to prevent the students from being frightened, or is it because there are other unspeakable secrets?

For example, treating the Slytherin students, along with the common room, as bait to lure the people behind the scenes?

Mesa himself had had similar thoughts. He regarded his classmates as bait for fishing and compared himself to a fisherman with a fishing rod in his hand, waiting only for those who were willing to take the bait.

Today, although Mesa still holds the fishing rod in his hand, his identity has changed from a fisherman to a fish bait, the bait of the two professors.

Down and out, family.

Thinking of this, Mesa raised his head and looked at the faculty seats at the front of the auditorium.

The principal, Albus Dumbledore, is not there. I don’t know if he has left the school or is hiding in the office rubbing bait. The vice-principal, McGonagall, is here, but the always stern Professor McGonagall looks a little tired; Snape is sallow. His face was extremely gloomy, and his big aquiline nose seemed to be able to squeeze out water.

Finally, Mesa set his sights on the target of his suspicions.

Steele Martin's face looked as usual, no different from usual, and no emotional changes could be seen.

Looking at the superior professors and the professors who showed no expression, the dissatisfaction in Mesa's heart grew like weeds.

Whoever the whip hits will feel the pain.Only when he was involved in a dangerous plan and became the cheese to tempt the rats did Mesa feel the same words as "incompetent rage".

His own destiny was not under his control, but was used as a pawn in others' games. Only today did Mesa truly understand this anger.

After breakfast, Mesa and Lilia did not return to the common room or go to the library to study. Instead, they took advantage of the rare good weather to go out for a walk. .seven

The two walked across the field, strolling under a sky as blue as forget-me-nots.

Feeling the low pressure lingering around her, Lilia asked, "What's wrong with you? You had a serious face when you were in the auditorium. Did you think of something important?"

"It's nothing, I just feel weak." Mesa said, he didn't like this feeling of being controlled by others.

But Mesa will neither complain about the unfair fate nor hate the two professors who made the decision.Mesa only resented herself, her weak and incompetent self.

This resentment will not last long, it will become the motivation for Mesa to become stronger, urging him to move forward all the time.

If Mesa's own strength is strong enough, the two professors' decisions will take his feelings into consideration; if Mesa's own strength is strong enough, the conspiracy against Slytherin will also consider his existence.

But Mesa didn't have the ability to look down on the world, and what he said sounded like exhaustion to the professor.No one cares about the feelings of the weak, and no one cares about what the weak will lose.

The world has never changed because of the weak and the strong.

"You are only in the first grade, and you haven't even been exposed to magic for a year!" Lilia said. "I dare say that many seniors in the college may not know half as many magic spells as you!"

Lilia's relief did not ease Mesa's sinking mood.

The two of them walked all the way to the Black Lake. The large lake that had not yet melted was like a huge mirror.Mesa stood by the lake, looking at the vast lake and the mountains in the distance.

The sparrow knows the ambition of the swan.Mesa did not want to compare with the flowers in the greenhouse or the birds in the cage. What he looked up to was the roc soaring in the sky and the phoenix dwelling in the sycamore tree.

"Tell me, what made you feel weak?" Lilia asked again, "Did the school cover up the Slytherins' collective sleep last night?"

She stood beside Mesa with her hands behind her back, playfully kicking the gravel on the ground.

Lilia Shafiq is a very smart girl, and her observation skills are much sharper than those of her peers.The most important thing is that Lilia knows what she wants.

"Yes, we are not students now, but bait on the fishhook." Mesa said lightly, neither happy nor sad.

Lilia leaned over and picked up a stone from the ground, throwing it towards the black lake.The small pebbles failed to break the surface of the lake, but rolled far away.

She smiled and said: "Although this stone cannot break the surface of the lake, let alone create a single ripple, no matter how frozen the lake is, it will eventually melt one day. We are this stone."

Being lectured by an eleven-year-old girl, even though Mesa was as thick-skinned as a city wall, it was inevitable that he would blush.

Mesa also bent down, picked up a stone, and also threw it into the unfrozen black lake.Like stones but different fates, the stones thrown by Mesa penetrated the ice of Black Lake and opened a small hole.

"Even in the depths of winter, even if the lake is as solid as iron, I still want to break through the lake instead of waiting until spring and summer." Mesa said, "I know it makes me look a little too ambitious and unrealistic. , but if you are not full of longing for the sky, how can you have wings."

Lilia took a deep look at Mesa. She saw herself in those black eyes, and also saw Mesa's ambitions buried deep in her heart.

"What did you say last night?" Lilia asked, "Why didn't you come to help me, right?"

"Yes, I have no interest in recasting the glory of Slytherin." Mesa said, "I care more about myself. When the glory comes to me, I will be the glory of Slytherin."

Looking at the heroic young man in front of her, Lilia's heart actually lit up with fire, and she wanted to go crazy with Mesa.

This blazing flame has the heat to break through ice and the will to burn everything.Either set the world on fire or turn yourself into ashes.

"Your glory... no, it's our glory," Lilia said firmly, "Let our glory start with the annoying drunkard professor!"