Hogwarts Slytherin

"He also loves to talk to the portraits in the castle." Reggie thought for a moment and added, "And there are ghosts? Oh, I just bumped into him occasionally and he seems to be very interested in Ms. Gray."

"Oh why?"

"I'm not sure why, sir. Maybe I'm just curious. At Hogwarts, many people know that Ms. Gray is the daughter of Ravenclaw, one of the great Four. Maybe Senior Mulciber just wants to change. Got to be, uh... smarter."

"Really? Wisdom?"

Reggie's eyes darkened, "To be honest, I don't know much. These are just my guesses. You know that, right? Professor."

Professor Dearborn nodded in understanding.

So Reggie then carefully considered his words, "I don't know much about other houses in the school, but in Slytherin, you know, because of Barrow, many people are curious about Ms. Gray. Internally, There has always been a legend.”

"What legend?" Dearborn quickly asked.

"About Ravenclaw's diadem." Reggie spoke again. "Many people speculate that the Ravenclaw's diadem contains the treasures left to future generations by Ms. Ravenclaw. Perhaps Mulciber is also curious. That’s why he keeps trying to find Ms. Gray.”

After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes, and his hands that were originally flat on his knees clenched slightly, as if he was trying to suppress some emotion.

"Sir, I think you probably know...I...I come from the Lestrange family, and Senior Mulciber, his family is very similar to my family. It's just that, for some--reasons... ...I have always behaved in a less likable manner. Unlike Senior Mulciber, he seems to have always been very popular with his elders. Therefore, at gatherings in the past, I was always very envious of him being so popular. So many people love it.”

"Professor Dearborn, I think the reason why he is recognized by everyone must be because he has enough wisdom. He probably came to Ms. Gray because he wanted to become smarter. Only such people have a desire for wisdom. It will be more intense.”

Reggie slowly raised his face.

Professor Dearborn clearly saw that there were no tears in the boy's eyes, but only sincere and gentle eyes.

"I just envy Senior Mulciber for being liked by adults." He said, "Even my former father likes him very much."

The voice fell.

The whole office suddenly fell into silence.

Reggie knew that his performance just now had an effect. When dealing with such people, he always knew how to use their sympathy and compassion to steer the conversation in the direction he desired.

Sure enough, he was not disappointed.

After a while, Professor Dearborn said again: "I think you are right, Reggie. So let's change our thinking. Well...do you think this is okay? We can refer to what others have given us in the past. Give him gifts and see if he has any preferences. Do you know anyone else who has given him something?"

Oh, old fox.

"That's a lot, sir. After all, Senior Mulciber is quite popular."

"Like?"

"Well...let me think about it." Reggie picked up the cup and took a sip.

"For example, his roommate gave him a copy of "The Poisonous Curse", and it seemed that he was quite interested in it. Of course, Senior Mulciber also gave him "Dark Power". And Rabastan... ....Haha, they all seem to like giving such gifts. Flint once gave him his delicious living hell potion, and Avery, he gave Senior Mulciber a withered human hand."

"Then there's Nott, and former senior Malcibo, etc. They give each other some novel gadgets every festival - it seems that senior Mulciber is also very satisfied with their gifts."

"Oh? It seems that many students in Slytherin are very close to Mr. Mulcerber?" Professor Dearborn supported his head with one hand, and the prosthetic leg began to tap the table rhythmically with his index finger.

He looked interested, "I heard that Lucius Malfoy founded a club in Slytherin, and Mr. Mulciber also joined it. Is this true?"

"Yes, sir. But-" Reggie hesitated.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, Professor," he said quickly.

Then, as if he was afraid that the other party would ask further questions, he asked: "Sir, you seem to care about Senior Mulciber very much. Can I ask why?"

Wayne didn't expect this question. "I just heard what you said and thought he was a nice little guy. Even from your description, he reminded me of my brother..."

This time he could see that the smile on Reggie's face was entirely out of respect and courtesy.

Yes, who would believe this?Mulciber is a standard white man, while Dearborn has charcoal-black skin. If his brother is not from Laowang, to be honest, looking at Dearborn, we can completely infer that his brother is the same as Mulciber. Seb is absolutely nothing like that.

"Like you, he was once a Slytherin student." Professor Dearborn looked a little uncomfortable, but he still tried his best to make up for it.

"He... is very good at divination. No, it should be said that he is very talented - in the words of Professor Notedam at the time, he is the kind of person with vision. It happened that Mr. Mulcerber sent The gift given to Professor Slughorn was also a divination book, and I thought maybe their souls had many similarities."

"So that's it. Your brother must be a great fortune teller." Reggie deliberately complimented him. "If he is also willing to come to Hogwarts to teach, I think he will definitely get along well with Senior Mulciber."

"Yeah...it's a pity that we don't have this opportunity."

Reggie looked curious.

"He is no longer alive," Dearborn said quietly.

For a moment, he thought he saw shock and sadness in the boy's eyes.

"Professor, I..." Reggie seemed a little at a loss, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, Reggie. It's all in the past." Dearborn turned his face to the window, and the sunset dyed the sky blood red.

"this is not your fault."

The clouds in the distance gradually blurred, burning his eyes like fire.

"This is all my fault." Dearborn thought silently.

I once thought I would be an invincible sword...

I promised to protect him forever, but what have I done?Poor Bert saw my ending early in the crystal ball...the forest...the blue fire...the dementors...but he didn't say anything. "

I should have thought of it earlier, why would a gifted fortune teller choose to join the Aurors?

Why would a person who believes in fate still try to change the fate of others?

What's even more hateful is that the teacher they once trusted and admired the most, Galadia Melos, actually encouraged this crazy idea...

He clearly knows the price we will pay.

He came for me, but I abandoned him.

"It's not your fault." He repeated again, as if to Reggie, more like to himself.

"Since the day Belt - oh, this is my brother's name, left me, I swore that I would never let a similar tragedy happen to anyone else again. So, after receiving the message from Dumbledore, After my request, I came here."

Dearborn turned and looked Reggie in the eyes.

"As long as I am still here, I will do my best to protect each of you." He said every word, "I like you very much, Reggie, and your good friends Anthony and Snape—— They also remind me of my old friends. I believe you are all kind-hearted and good children..."

"Sometimes, I seem to see the shadows of me, Bert, and... in you. But Reggie, one day you will find that this world is not as dangerous as we imagined. Always lurking around us. If you need help, I'm always here."

A trace of doubt and confusion flashed in Reggie's eyes, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Professor."

He stared at Professor Dearborn and said with confusion, "We are in Hogwarts - everyone knows that if there is any safe place now, then there is no doubt that this is the safest place in the world." How can there be danger in this place?"

"Good boy, those sharp arrows in the dark are the scariest."

He saw a thoughtful look on Ririch's face and said in a heavy tone, "Dark shadows are everywhere. If you pay close attention, you should be able to find some unusual places."

He continued to make insinuations, "Slytherin children seem to be naturally more sensitive in this regard. If you have ever been threatened-"

Before he finished speaking, Reggie suddenly stood up and almost knocked over the licorice candy box in front of him.

"Sorry, professor, I have to go." Reggie said unnaturally, while avoiding his eyes and looking at the clock on the wall.

"Before coming here, I made an appointment with Professor Slughorn to pick up some samples from his private storage room, but I'm already late now."

He said as he stepped back to the door and put his finger on the handle.

Want to talk?

I'll hang you.

"Reggie, wait! Reggie—"

"Thank you for your hospitality, sir." He said quickly, "I am very happy to spend a pleasant afternoon with you, but I have to go first, maybe next time... next time I have a chance If so, I hope I can listen to your teachings with my friends.”

Good brothers, of course we share blessings and share hardships.

He closed the office door in a hurry, and Dearborn felt regretful as he looked at the re-closed door.

"Am I too hasty?" He asked himself, did he go too far by revealing those dark facts to a child who was only in fourth grade?

But at least, he has determined that Reggie must have noticed something, otherwise he would not have had such a big reaction when the threat was finally mentioned...

"Perhaps I should have chased him just now, or at least stopped him! But -" He slumped back on his chair and stared at the long shadow cast by the curtains on the floor.

They are blown by the wind and dance like ghosts.

"There is still a chance." He comforted himself.

At least the child was not as resistant as he imagined. He was so kind-hearted and could definitely understand his good intentions.

He just needed a moment to digest it.

The dusk was getting darker, and the last light outside the window was about to fade away. Dearborn managed to hold up the right hand that did not belong to him and lit the candle on the table.

The flames flickered, and then he heard a knock on the door.

The voice was too soft, as if he would escape from the door the next second.

Benedict.

Benedict.

Tuk Tuk

He walked to the door and turned the handle, and Reggie's handsome and resolute face appeared in front of him again.

"Reggie, you..." Dearborn looked a little stunned.

"Sir, please don't ask me why yet." His eyes flickered and he looked very nervous. His clenched fists showed how hard he was.

Yi Cai made up his mind, "Can you answer a few questions for me first?"

Dearborn heard his heart beating wildly.

"Just ask," he said.

Reggie glanced behind him nervously again and lowered his voice. "Professor...I heard from others that you used to work in the Ministry of Magic. Is this true?"

"That's true."

"They said you came to Hogwarts not to teach as a substitute, but to investigate something. Is this true?"

Dearborn looked at him with some surprise.

"Who told you that?"

"Professor, please don't ask me yet - is this true?" Reggie asked quietly and urgently.

Dearborn thought for a moment.

"I can't tell you too much about this," he said cautiously, "I can only say that in addition to teaching, I also receive a salary from the Ministry of Magic."

He saw the look of relief on Reggie's face.

"Then that makes sense..." Reggie seemed to be thinking to himself.

"No wonder there were Aurors at Hogwarts that night."

He must be referring to Roger, Dearborn thought.

"Reggie, do you have any more questions?" he asked as gently as possible, for fear of scaring the boy away again.Intuition told him that he would

The clue that I have been searching for all this time is right in front of me.

"One more question, sir. You told me earlier that our conversation today would not leave this room—does that promise still stand?"

"As long as you wish so," Dearborn said solemnly, "and my promise that I will protect you, they will always be valid - if you are still worried, I am willing to make an unbreakable oath."

"No need, sir. I can trust you." After receiving his affirmative reply, Reggie walked into the house and closed the door at the same time, just as quickly as when he left a few minutes ago.

"Professor, I want to confess something to you! What you just said reminded me of some things. I once thought they were innocuous little things, but with your wisdom, you may be able to see more. s things."

"Some time ago, one night, I went to Professor Flitwick's office, so it was a little late when I returned to the lounge - but you should have heard that Mr. Filch is strict, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble , Later, I chose to take a shortcut. Then, I saw Senior Mulciber arguing with someone——"

"Oh? With whom? Why are they arguing?"

"I don't know, Professor. But the other guy looked uneasy, oh! Come to think of it, he looked like he was starting to get...pardon me after watching Mulciber's hand gestures. The word, fear?…Then I felt it would be rude to eavesdrop, so I stepped out and said hello to them.”