Everyone Hates Dementors at Hogwarts

Wanmi didn't care about Snape, whose eyes were staring at the basilisk. She had seen that look before when Snape discovered the identity of the Dementor, and she didn't care about Dumbledore's hesitation.

After everyone was in a panic, they took care of the basilisk corpse and Lockhart on the wall, and then drove everyone away.

"I want to restore this place and stay out of the way."

Dumbledore looked at the dilapidated room and simply left with everyone.

In fact, Wan Mi restored the entire room just by waving her hand. She stood in the empty room and spoke calmly.

"Can you reveal yourself?"

A translucent old woman appeared in front of Wan Mi with a kind smile on her face.

"Good evening, Vanmiedmont."

"You said you were Helga Hufflepuff?"

"Why, don't I look like it?"

"...To be honest, there is quite a big difference between you and the portrait on the Chocolate Frog."

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, after all, what woman doesn't want to leave her most beautiful side? I will basically stop leaving portraits in the future."

"Okay, I don't understand, but I respect it. But what is going on with this diary?"

The woman looked Wan Mi up and down, "It seems that you got your heart back. According to Rowena and I's plan, you should have found this diary next to "A History". To be precise, it was me and Rowena. Ina specially made this notebook.”

"I don't know what happened, but a kid named Tom got it and used it as a diary, and even used it as a vessel to hold my soul. Unfortunately, I absorbed the fragment in order to revive myself."

Wan Mi did not read any regretful emotion on the old woman's face.

"Where is Ravenclaw? Isn't she with you? I heard Godric say that maybe my other torso is in your hands."

Sadness flashed across the old woman's face for a moment, and then she was relieved. They had all lived so many years, which meant they had to leave early and leave late.

"I'm not very good at inventing and making utensils. At that time... your torso was indeed in our hands. In fact, it was in the diary. It was made by Rowena. In order to seal the monsters inside, she dedicated all her life. Not much life left, including soul.”

Hufflepuff said it easily, but anyone could hear her longing for her old friend, "I'm afraid the only four people left now are me and Salazar who ran away from home. Haha, I'm afraid the old guy doesn't either. Do you know where he died?"

Wanmi thought for a while, "Salazar, he has come back."

"What did you say?"

Hufflepuff's weather-beaten face was rarely chapped, and he rushed over to grab Wanmi, but his hands passed through Wanmi's body.

"Sorry, I mean, do you know what Salazar did? Is it really as Godric guessed?"

"Since you know my heart, you probably also know that it was stored in Kai, I mean the statue in the library, right? It was Salazar who brought my heart back to the library, and he left it there forever. "

Hufflepuff understood, "Sure enough, when we met the statue, he no longer had any extra energy to say a few more words to us."

"How do I get into the notebook?"

"Ravenclaw's diadem, do you see the engraved groove in the lower right corner of the notebook cover? The shrunken diadem is the key."

Hufflepuff's figure was much darker than before, "It seems that I don't have much time. I am a remnant of the old era. It's time to go find my friends. Demont, I wish you good luck." !”

Hufflepuff took the initiative to dissipate the last energy, and after telling Wanmi the notebook message that spanned thousands of years, he greeted the final destination with a relaxed smile as if he had completed the task.

Looking at the dazzling smile, Wan Mi felt depressed. She decided to give herself an extra meal in the evening and then have a good chat with Lao Dengtou.

When Sirius was finally sure that his godson only suffered minor scratches, he relaxed and had a delicious dinner and returned to the office.

However, after he had prepared the lesson plan for tomorrow's class and was about to go to the infirmary to see Harry again, he saw an unexpected figure outside the door, a figure he had missed for many days.

"Hi, hi, why are you here?"

"Why did you suddenly cut your hair short? You look even smaller."

Sirius cut his hair short at some point. He didn't want to admit that it would make him look younger. Just because Wan Mi noticed her changes, the corners of her mouth that were raised were severely pulled down the next moment.

"But it's uglier."

Since no one could see him, Yaoyao sat on Wanmi's shoulders with two green lotus root-like legs dangling, "No, rations are considered good-looking among humans, right?"

"More...uglier?"

Sirius's broad shoulders slumped down a bit, "I just want to change my hairstyle and keep it long."

"I'm hungry."

Wan Mi didn't regard herself as an outsider. Wasn't the ration office hers?

She sat on the sofa and spread her arms, signaling Sirius to take the initiative.

"Oh, okay, okay."

Sirius slowly moved to Wanmi's side, knelt down on one knee, took a deep breath, and gently held Wanmi in his arms, his cheeks turning red.

"Okay, you, eat."

"Why are you nervous? I'm not going to suck you dry."

Wan Mi said she was disgusted, but she still patted Sirius on the back with her hand.

Could it be that not eating for so long made Rou Li forget how well-mannered he was?Afraid of this?

Sirius's eyes widened as he watched Wan Mi's lips getting closer and closer, stopping one centimeter away from him, and then taking a long breath, her pale and beautiful face showed an intoxicated expression.

Feeling the violent rise and fall of his chest, Sirius changed his position so that Wanmi could lean more comfortably in his arms. He couldn't help but move closer, and his lips touched something soft.

The girl didn't notice it, still intoxicated by the wonderful taste of the food.

That was enough, Sirius spurned his own shamelessness, like the big bad wolf who coaxed an ignorant girl.

But she is still greedy for the hard-won touch, if this can be considered a kiss.

Sirius closed his eyes and just felt the softness on his lips.

The bright moon and stars outside the window provide a hazy and romantic background for the two intoxicated souls. The window is the most dedicated picture frame, framing all the beauty.

When Wan Mi looked into her eyes, she realized the close distance between the two, and Sirius also let out a soft breath.

Wanmi didn't think much about it. She thought Sirius was a little weak due to eating, and this time he couldn't help but opened his mouth to her, but that was nothing.

She picked up Sirius, who was kneeling on one knee, and gently placed him on the sofa. She also thoughtfully covered him with a coat and left the room quietly.

She didn't notice that Sirius on the sofa showed a cute smile in his sleep, like an inexperienced dog, and softly uttered two words.

"Wanmi..."