Hogwarts lazy snake

The next morning, the sun shone through the ancient stained glass windows of Hogwarts, shining on every corner of the campus. Everything seemed as lively as usual.

However, Horn and others who had experienced the incident last night were keenly aware of a strange atmosphere in the air, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching in the dark, and as if a storm was quietly brewing.

As they walked on the way to the restaurant, the students around them could be heard talking one after another, all of them speculating on the causes and consequences of what happened to Mrs. Norris. There were all kinds of theories, some absurd, while others were thought-provoking.

Horn and his companions were eating breakfast in silence when Lockhart strode in.

His confident, almost conceited look remained unchanged. While he enthusiastically greeted the students around him, he kept boasting about his so-called "heroic performance" last night. His exaggerated words and rich body movements made it seem as if he was a hero who single-handedly fought off an entire army of darkness.

Draco frowned, moved closer to Horn, and whispered, "Oh, Horn, look at this Lockhart, he's such a big mouth. With his behavior, I guess the whole school knows what happened last night."

"So what? You can't make him shut up." Horn ate one bun after another. As an alchemy puppet, Horn's taste buds were instantly shocked by the terrible taste of the vegetable filling. He couldn't help but secretly complain: What the hell is this? Is this something I can eat now? It's so disgusting!

It seems that after becoming an Animagus, the taste buds change.

"But, let him say it, why does he have to involve us?" Draco was indignant. He became angrier and angrier as he spoke, but his hands did not stop moving. He took big bites of the meat bun, as if he was venting all his resentment towards Lockhart on the bun.

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And the result was that Draco looked like he was about to die.

Seeing this, Horn quickly handed over a glass of milk and said helplessly: "I say, can you eat slower? Look, you are choking."

At this moment, there was a sudden uproar in the restaurant. Draco finally caught his breath, his eyes widened, and he pointed in one direction and shouted, "Horn, look, look! It's Mrs. Norris! She's fine now."

Horn turned his head quickly and saw the familiar little figure slowly walking into the restaurant.

Mrs. Norris walked straight to Horn, jumped lightly onto the seat beside him, and rubbed her head against Horn affectionately. Horn looked at her, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He knew that the kitten was just petrified last night, and judging from the direction it was looking at the bathroom mirror, it should have seen the basilisk's eyes.

Thinking of this, Horn frowned even more tightly. Lockhart's appearance last night was too coincidental. Could the black shadow he mentioned really be a basilisk? If so, why was he safe and sound?

Could it be that this Lockhart has some hidden secret? Could it be that...he is no longer the same Lockhart? Could it be that he has got hold of the mysterious notebook?

Horn asked Draco to help buy textbooks for this semester.

Draco once told him that he met the Weasley family in Flourish and Blotts. Surprisingly, the Weasleys and Lucius did not fight each other this time, but just had a few verbal arguments.

When Draco told Horn about this, even Horn couldn't believe it, after all, there was a long-standing grudge between them. Not only Horn, but everyone present at the time was shocked.

Later, when Draco returned home, he couldn't help but ask his father the reason. Lucius told him that it was because of Draco and Horn.

Moreover, the Nicholas family has now become a partner with the Malfoy family. The business idea mentioned earlier at the Burrow has begun to be implemented. Lucius opened an alchemical magic prosthetics shop in Diagon Alley.

Just as Horn was immersed in thought, he suddenly felt a burning gaze.

He stopped stroking Mrs. Norris's hand and looked in the direction of his gaze. He saw Filch standing at the door of the restaurant, wiping his tears with a handkerchief and looking at him with complicated eyes.

Mrs. Norris seemed to have noticed her master's gaze. She rubbed Horn's head with her head, barked softly, then jumped off the bench and ran towards Filch.

When Filch saw Mrs. Norris running towards him, a relieved smile suddenly appeared on his originally sad face.

His own beloved cat, upon waking up, immediately ran to Horn, the "hateful little wizard" in his eyes. This scene was like a heavy hammer, hitting Filch's already fragile and sensitive heart hard.

"Puff, puff~" The sound of flapping wings was heard, and flocks of owls flew into the restaurant.

Horn's owl Carrot swooped down, released the letter in its mouth and the newspaper in its hand, circled beautifully in the air, and then flapped its wings and flew high.

At first Horn thought that Radish was practicing his flying skills until he saw it fly next to a snow-white owl and soar side by side with it. Its posture seemed to be showing off its heroic figure to the other party. Horn couldn't help but teasing himself: Ha, it turns out that it is just trying to pick up girls and be cool.

Hey! Where's your coolness from before?" (Luo Bo: "Can being cool attract girls?")

"Horn, look, our shop is on the headlines of the Daily Prophet, and look, Harry and the others are also in the newspaper." Draco excitedly handed a copy of the Daily Prophet to Horn.

"Good morning, Horn, um... and Malfoy." Just as Horn was about to take the newspaper and read the contents, the familiar voice of the Weasley family came.

He turned around and saw Ron, Hermione, Harry, and a little boy with messy hair walking towards him. The little boy followed Harry closely, holding a camera in his hand and taking pictures of Harry frantically.

Looking at Harry's helpless and somewhat annoyed expression, Horn couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

Humph, sometimes, there needs to be someone more persistent than Harry to deal with this stubborn "calf".

As soon as Ron, Hermione and the others sat down, the Weasleys' owl and Hedwig flew towards their respective owners.

"Well, Horn, I'm full. I'm leaving first." Draco saw Ron and the others sit down, quickly picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth, then picked up a glass of milk and hurriedly left his seat.

Seeing this, Horn didn't want to stay with Ron and the others any longer, and was about to get up and leave, but he was still a step too late.

As soon as Ron received the letter, the excitement on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by horror.

He stretched out his hand to grab the letter, but the letter was faster than him and flew into the air with a "whoosh". A big mouth suddenly opened in the middle of the envelope and a deafening shouting sound was launched at Ron. The sharp scolding echoed throughout the restaurant and everyone was attracted to it.

Meanwhile, in the corridors of Hogwarts, the Weasley twins, George and Fred, were sneaking around looking for a place where no one was around.

But their owl didn't give them a chance and sent the Howler directly to them. The sound of two Howlers rang out in the corridor, intertwining with the one from Ron in the restaurant.

Horn secretly felt lucky that his parents didn't know magic and couldn't send him a Howling Letter.

He really didn't expect that Aunt Molly, whom he met at the Burrow, would be so angry.

This should be the third Howler letter this week. Looking at Ron's pitiful appearance, Horn couldn't help but shout in his heart: Serves you right! If there is anything, why not just tell Professor McGonagall directly?

He shook his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a hint of gloating smile, and quickened his pace to walk out of the restaurant.