miss foley of hp hogwarts

Fine gold shavings flew from the fingertips and landed on the parchment underneath, forming a small pile.

"hiss--"

The sharp carving knife drew a shallow mark on the gold disc, and then scratched Ace's index finger, and a string of bright red blood beads emerged from it.

Ace put down what he was holding, placed his left hand on the table, and rubbed his brow with his right hand.

Diane, who was busy writing at the desk, heard the noise, pulled up her chair and came over.

"Snape came back and saw the wound on your hand. He will definitely give me trouble, Ace."

She picked up Ace's left hand with one hand, looked at the blood beads that had gathered on her index finger, and teased.

"The sun has gone down, it's time to rest, Ace."

Ace waved his hand and cast a healing spell on himself, "Episkey (healed as before)"

She stood up tiredly, walked to the window, and looked outside - Severus should have gone.

"I'm just a little worried about him, Diane."

Diane naturally knew that Snape's trip was very dangerous, but it was unavoidable. He could only be the one to meet Voldemort at the Shrieking Shack——

Voldemort, who was almost losing his mind, hoped that the potion could suppress the side effects of splitting his soul.

Snape deservedly became the number one choice for making this potion.

She put her hand on Ace's shoulder, trying to give her and herself some confidence, "Believe in him, Ace."

Asta was still receiving extracurricular instruction in Professor Tarot's office at this time - a pile of teacups, crystal balls, tarot cards and other divination props were placed all over the table.

Asta put down the tea cup in his hand and looked at the shapeless tea leaves at the bottom of the cup with a grimace, "Professor, I really can't drink it..."

She had drank many cups of tea, but she still couldn't tell anything from the remaining tea leaves at the bottom of the cup.

This has no effect at all!

Asta began to wonder if those dreams he had were coincidences. Maybe he dreamed that Gryffindor won the game just because he was thinking about it?

Professor Tarot also sighed helplessly, "Asta, it seems that these general divination methods are not suitable for you."

"But, but I can't sleep in the exam room, Professor."

Asta's use of crystal balls and tarot cards for divination always works sometimes, and although her prophetic dreams are not many, they are very accurate.

Professor Tarot taught Asta patiently, "Don't worry, Asta, you have to learn to guide this talent out of your body."

"This may be a long process and requires some patience..."

"Okay, Professor Tarot."

Halloween isn't here yet, but the atmosphere is already very intense.

At least the little badgers’ lounge is filled with jack-o’-lanterns of all sizes.

The magic fireworks bought from Zuko's Joke Shop also have bat prints on them, and Honeydukes Candy Shop starts selling pumpkin candies.

Ace didn't smile at all because of the strong festive atmosphere. She pursed her lips tightly, put on the kerosene lamp, walked out of the lounge wrapped in a black robe, and started her night patrol.

Since the new prefects took office, they have been doing the night patrol.Esther specifically proposed this to the new prefect today. She was really uneasy and wanted to find an excuse to go out for a walk.

Ace had a heavy gloom on his face all day today, knowing that she would be on patrol at night, so no naughty little badger would dare to sneak out tonight.

"Ace," Dumbledore emerged from the already dark corridor. He looked at the kerosene lamp in Ace's hand and asked softly, "Night patrol?"

He didn't point out Ace's obvious worry, because he was actually the same.

Ace nodded, his long light brown hair reflecting soft and hazy light under the illumination of the kerosene lamp, "Yes, Professor Dumbledore."

"Follow me." The look on Dumbledore's half-moon glasses looked very serious, which was very different from usual.

Ace held a gently swaying kerosene lamp, and his shadow swayed behind Dumbledore.

The two people walked quickly to the city wall, and the late winter wind blew their robes.

"professor?"

Ace put the lamp at her feet, and she looked at the old man with silver-white hair, motionless in the wind.

"I thought you might be hanging out tonight, why don't you come and talk to me, an old man."

Ace sighed slightly, but Dumbledore didn't give her a chance to speak.

"We've done our best to prepare, Ace."

"You can't deny the dangers of this trip, Professor Dumbledore," Ace retorted without thinking, "...despite all the preparations."

"Of course, Ace." Dumbledore put one hand on the wall, "When you make a choice, every step you and Snape take is full of danger."

"Like my parents!?" Ace was a little excited.

Thinking that Snape was going to the Shrieking Shack alone to face an irrational Voldemort, she couldn't control her anger.

"Sorry, Professor." After realizing that he had vented his anger on an innocent person, Ace immediately looked at Dumbledore, his tone full of helplessness.

Dumbledore waved his hand, he was used to this.

He slowly took out a necklace from his arms, which was a pendant box inlaid with a yellow crystal. Under the crystal was an "S" shaped snake.

"You shouldn't do anything more risky, Ace."

Ace's eyes widened, "Mr. Bock is-?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Dumbledore shook his head and looked at the pendant in his hand that was exactly the same as the real thing. "We just have a little friendship."

"Don't tell me that you want to steal this pendant from Voldemort?"

Ace pursed her lips, looked sideways, and didn't answer, but it was obvious that was what she was thinking.

Dumbledore took the pendant back into his arms, "This is not okay, Ace."

"But, Professor! -" Ace followed the pendant with his eyes and said a little eagerly.

"You don't want me to tell Mr. Snape about this, do you?" Dumbledore looked at Ace, his kind smile full of threats in Ace's eyes.

Ace retracted his outstretched hand, not telling Snape that she was taking such a risk, or even that she had been to Knockturn Alley.

Originally, only Mr. Ace and Mr. Bock knew about this matter.

"I'm not from the Order of the Phoenix, Professor!"

"Oh, but you're my student, Ace."

A dark figure appeared under the Whomping Willow, interrupting Ace's glare at Dumbledore.

The figure staggered a little, which made Ace, who was standing on the city wall, feel her heart twitch for a moment. She left Dumbledore behind, quickly got off the city wall, and ran in that direction.

Dumbledore took out his telescope and looked at it. After confirming that Snape was fine, he picked up the kerosene lamp that Ace had left behind and quietly disappeared.