Hogwarts Slytherin

Inside the Defense Against the Dark Lord office.

Professor Dearborn continued to give Regis some tips for grading homework.

"I suggest you give everyone a 'good' comment on their paper, and add 'awesome' to every third person, and 'very thoughtful' to every fifth person. Of course, if you think of something yourself, Similar words can also be written.”

Reggie tilted his head slightly, showing a suitably puzzled expression.

"Shouldn't I read their paper first before writing a review, Professor?"

"Well... to be honest, if you're interested, you might as well take a look - but to be honest, Reggie, this won't help you." Professor Dearborn sat back In the chair, the index finger of the prosthetic hand tapped on the table, looking at him and saying.

Reggie stared at his hand and began to think: "Well, it is so flexible, it must be magic added to Muggle technology."

Seeing that he didn't answer, thinking that he didn't believe it, Professor Dearborn continued.

"However, if you want to persevere, you can read it and write a few comments carefully. But don't write any more criticisms. I don't want to undermine the self-confidence of these little guys."

What he said was partly true and partly a temptation.

He showed an understanding smile again: "Besides, this is their last homework before Easter vacation - you know, some parents will check their learning results, and I don't want any little one to have an unpleasant resurrection because of this. Festival."

"I'm envious of this unpleasantness..." Reggie lowered his head, with a hint of bitterness in his smile.

Since the other party was miserable from the beginning, he would go along with the misery.

Based on experience, he always won the sympathy of the professors when he occasionally did this in the past.

"I understand, sir," he said. "I will complete these corrections as soon as possible."

Professor Dearborn did not comfort him as he expected, which surprised Ritchie.

He saw that the professor just picked up the book "Predicting the Unforeseen: Keeping You from Shock" that had been thrown aside just now, as if starting to read again, covering his eyes with the pages of the book.

Reggie had no choice but to take away the parchment and sit on the other side of the table. After a while, there was a rustling sound of the tip of a quill rubbing against the page in the office.

Behind the book, Dearborn felt a sadness in his heart.

"What a poor child." He thought, "This child must be eager to be loved by his family."

Perhaps because he also had an unhappy family, he had a particularly fond impression of Reggie.

Obviously, Reggie's trick was not as ineffective as he thought, but Professor Dearborn was not good at comforting others.

Far from being as indifferent as he appeared on the surface at this moment, there was already a trace of pity and even sympathy in Dearborn's heart.

However, as an investigator, acting emotionally is the most taboo behavior.

Even if St. Regis were pure white as paper, which it obviously isn't, one would have to ask questions to tell.

This is not only for him, but also for other students - he never wants to see anyone embark on that seemingly glorious road of no return because of their trust and blind obedience to others.

Just like myself back then.

Or like the current one.

After getting along with each other for this period of time, he had a very good impression of Reggie. Come on, for Merlin's sake, who would hate this kid.

But thinking of Dumbledore's advice...

Thinking of this, he lowered the book and looked from above.

Reggie still lowered his head and corrected very seriously. From time to time he would stop and think, and then write a few words quickly.

"He is indeed a good prospect," Dearborn thought to himself.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that it is easier to be targeted and involved in things that should not be involved...

He didn't want to doubt such a diligent and intelligent student, but was he really as friendly to all his classmates as he had always shown?You know, that person also successfully deceived everyone in the first place.

He turned the pages back and his eyes fell on a line of small words on the title page.

There was a brief blessing written there, as well as a name that concerned him.

Emily Wolfe...that Ravenclaw who always seemed calm and gentle.

Dearborn had seen the transcripts of all the students here in his spare time. To be fair, she was outstanding. Although not as outstanding as Reggie, she still left a good impression on him.

He originally didn't put much thought into this girl. After all, a little witch - at most a smart little witch, and his grandfather also knew Dumbledore, it was hard for him to believe that such a smart girl would take the initiative to give What trouble did you get yourself into?

However, a series of bizarre accidents that night seemed to ring a warning bell in Dilber's mind.Looking back, he seemed to have been led by someone's nose that night...

Whenever I want to leave the auditorium, I get entangled in all kinds of troubles, which is really suspicious.

As a result, he temporarily shelved his private investigation of Reggie.

His intuition told him that Reggie was not a simple student... However, the process of finding the truth was not easier than peeling off the cocoon.

On the other hand, since the beginning of school, Reggie seems to have behaved very differently.

The Carlo family, the Woflin family, the Prince family, the Selwyn family, the Dolohov family... and even some families on his investigative list... .Is this normal communication between pure-blooded wizards, or is there some unknown interest relationship?

It is not allowed to use Legilimency or Veritaserum on a minor without definite evidence, and Dearborn is not willing to do so.

But he didn't intend to give up. This was the only reason why he called Reggie here today.

Even though this genius is easy to figure out, Reggie is just a teenager. As a veteran investigator, he can always catch some loopholes in his words.

"Who would have thought that he would deliberately approach a student?" Dearborn asked himself.

Before entering Hogwarts, Reggie lived with purebloods.

Compared to his friends from Muggle families, such as Gryffindor Lily Evans and Veela half-blood Gunna, or Anthony Dolohov who lives with him every day, Dilber En prefers to believe in his own judgment.

A sharp whistle came from the window, interrupting his thoughts.

Only then did Dearborn realize that it was already dusk outside the window, and he subconsciously looked up at the clock.

"Merlin's beard - is it already so late?" He deliberately exaggerated his tone, "Rigi, how are your corrections going? How much is left?"

"There are still seven pages left to be approved, sir." Reggie said.

"Really? Then bring them all over. I'll keep these last few for myself." Dearborn turned the book in his hand upside down on the table again and called for him to come closer.

"You must be tired too. Would you like to rest for a while, have a cup of tea or something - or read a book?"

Reggie handed over the parchment obediently.

The implication of the other party was too obvious, so he glanced at the cover on the table.

"Sir, do you also like divination?" he asked.

"I don't have that talent, I just took a look... Professor Prewett left a lot of good books here." Dearborn flipped through the parchment casually, and it could be seen that Regis basically The comments above were written according to his request.

"But why did you say 'yes' just now?" he asked keenly, "Is anyone else interested in divination?"

"Oh, no, sir." Reggie said, "It's just that I also saw this book at Professor Slughorn's, "Predicting the Unforeseen: Keeping You from Shock." I've always felt that this The name is a bit hard to pronounce. If I remember correctly, it was a Christmas gift he received last year, and I happened to be there when the package arrived."

"Really?" Dilbert pulled up a chair and asked him to sit down. "Who gave it to him?"

"It's Mulciber, sir."

He said, smiling slightly as if he thought of something again.

Dearborn did not miss the subtle expression. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, sir," Reggie replied. "It's nothing important."

"Let's hear it."

"It's really nothing important, sir," Reggie insisted. "It's just a harmless little joke. Please don't pay attention."

"If you say that, I'm even more curious." Dearborn raised his chin, "I think this matter has something to do with Mulciber, right? Let me guess... Because he is your friend, there are some things you are not comfortable saying?"

He couldn't help but lean forward slightly, staring closely into Reggie's eyes.

"Tell me, Reggie. You see, I'm not an unreasonable old-fashioned person. I promise our conversation today won't leave this room."

He winked playfully, "This is an agreement between two men."

contract?

I'm just a kid, not quite a man yet.

Reggie looked at the man in front of him quite amusedly.

What does he think he is?Ignorant child?

After all, only fools and brats would believe in such deceptive tricks as promises.

However, he still decided to cooperate with the other party.

"Professor Dearborn, I...I don't know if it's appropriate..."

There is a play!

"Trust me, Reggie, we're friends."

As if he had made a major decision, Reggie took a deep breath and asked, "Do you promise not to tell others?" He asked pretending to be solemn.

"It's natural."

So he lowered his head and pretended to think for a while before saying, "Professor, this is actually not a big deal... I just think it's a bit inappropriate to say this behind Mulciber's back. But since you promised I won’t tell anyone else, I think I can trust you.”

Professor Dearborn leaned closer.

"Actually - last Christmas, Senior Mulciber's gift to every professor was this book."

Reggie sighed softly, seeming to reluctantly accept that he still told the matter.

"Sir, you see...this is really inappropriate, but I guess he didn't mean it. It may be that her family doesn't have Christmas customs, so she doesn't have enough time to prepare. It's just that I think it's best. Don't let the other professors know, especially Professor Slughorn - after all, everyone wants to be special."

Dearborn was stunned for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter.

He didn't expect to get any important information from the beginning, but this relaxed state helped to shorten the distance between him and the students.

"What a random Christmas gift, isn't it?" He smiled and patted Reggie's shoulder affectionately, "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone else about this! Reggie, you are right, no one You don’t want to be the special one anymore, what about you? Was this the book he gave you as a gift last Christmas?”

"No, sir." The boy said calmly, "Senior Mulciber didn't prepare a Christmas gift for me. I think he might have been busy and forgot."

"Oh? I thought you were very good friends."

"We are indeed... friends." Reggie's expression showed obvious disappointment, "But fortunately, he gave the same book to other friends in the college. I think, in a sense, there is no Isn’t it special to receive a gift?”

His answer was witty and funny, and he deftly helped his friend out of trouble. It was more free and easy than Dearborn had expected.

It also made Dearborn appreciate him even more.

"So did you prepare any gifts for him last year?" he asked.

Reggie smiled sheepishly. "Yes, sir."

His eyes looked to the left, as if reminiscing, "I remember I gave him a wizard chessboard...it wasn't anything valuable. I thought Senior Mulciber would like it - after all, he often used it a long time ago Playing chess with Avery and Rozier in the lounge, but... maybe I didn't choose well. He didn't seem to like my gift very much. I think maybe this is because he forgot to give me a gift in return. reason."

"Then you have to prepare well this year." Dearborn crossed his fingers on his chest, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"I once had a younger brother, and it was the most troublesome time for me to prepare gifts for him every year... But, as a person who has been there, maybe I can help you with some advice - I suggest you learn from his life and Let’s start with hobbies, for example, what does Victor Mulciber like to do in his daily life? Where is his favorite place?”

Reggie tilted his head slightly and smiled politely.

At this point, he was finally sure of the purpose of Professor Dearborn calling him here today.

It wasn't that he made any mistakes, but that it involved some team issues. Now he threw Mulciber out and successfully diverted the opponent's attention temporarily.

"What a trouble..." he thought grimly.

But if you stare at Mulciber... he's totally asking for it.

He drew Professor Dearborn's attention to Slytherin because of the semester's many instances of deliberate stupidity and violence.

Even he had to be targeted by the Order of the Phoenix again.

Faced with such a situation - being wary and suspicious, this is really not a pleasant experience.

The trouble must be settled as soon as possible.

"Senior Mulciber's words - let me think about it, he likes to play chess and delve into some magic spells."

"It's a good hobby..." Wayne said, "But giving away books is too common. Does he have any other hobbies?"