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The atmosphere was extremely tense.

A few of us were taken into the headmaster's office, right after we had attended the horrendous ghost banquet, with Filch, Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, Lockhart... and Lady Norris who was petrified.

This is the first time I saw Filch like this, his angry eyeballs were about to bulge out, but no one would ignore the sadness emanating from him. At first he thought Mrs. Norris was dead, and he was a little sad. Almost crazy.He desperately wanted to develop a power in himself, a power that could quickly find the murderer, or quickly eliminate Harry-in any case, he insisted that Harry attacked his cat, because Harry saw the power that could prove it. He is a Squib letter.

Until now—even though several professors had repeatedly assured him that Mrs. Norris could be brought back to life, as long as the mandrake matured.

But he was still restless.

I think I know the feeling, if someone had smashed Mr. Locke with a hammer before I was 11, I'd have killed him, as crazy as Filch is today.

"Maybe, Potter and his friends just shouldn't be in that place at that time." I promise, Snape gave me a hard look when he said this, and there was in his eyes... steel?

... This kind of speculation is too terrible.

"But we do have a series of questions. Why on earth did they go up the corridor? Why didn't they come to the Halloween party?"

We almost finished the whole story of being invited by Nick one by one, but Snape obviously didn't intend to end the quarrel here, and a sneer was already on the corner of his mouth, "I guess the banquet of the ghosts can't bring you something delicious. food?"

"We—" Ron was eager to refute, but before he could say anything, his stomach rang.

"Ha, what are you doing?" Snape was aggressive.

"We," I hadn't tried to defend in front of Snape for a long time, and I was very uncomfortable, "we're going to eat in the Ravenclaw common room. Mandy said he would bring us some food back, and he and Taylor, Stewart can all testify. I guess... going to other colleges for a small gathering on a festival night, shouldn't it be out of the ordinary?"

...God knows Snape's death ray is about to sieve me.

I thought he was going to continue to say something, and then asked some topics such as "the curfew is imminent, do you want to deduct [-] points from each of you first?" In fact, according to his usual habits, he didn't say these words, so it was called People are really anxious.

He took a step back, signaling that he had nothing more to ask.

Dumbledore persuaded Filch a few more words, and even the Sorting Hat got involved. It talked with Filch about several possible causes of cats being petrified and what methods should be used to solve the causes, although he assumed Several situations were worse than what Mrs. Norris was facing now, but fortunately, the Sorting Hat gave a good solution in the end, which made Filch thank you dryly after being furious.

The handling of the incident was full of thunder and rain, and the little noble had been hiding at the door waiting to laugh at Harry. When he saw us coming out intact, he was not expelled from school or cut off by Filch as he imagined. Legs, his mood was terrible-this became even worse after he was seen by his own dean who walked out later, ridiculed and put in confinement.

"Welcome as a companion." I took off my hat in a friendly gesture, and bowed to the little nobleman.

... On the road of slugs in the future, I will finally not be lonely anymore.

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"Why don't you let me speak out, the professors can solve my problem better? Maybe they know what the voice is, or let them know earlier, it can prevent a tragedy that Hogwarts is about to face... I am Say, maybe something unclean got in at Hogwarts?"

Harry was upset with what we'd been keeping him from saying, and he listed every reason he could think of.

"Listen Harry," Ron said very seriously, "When you can hear voices that others can't, please hide yourself, don't let other people know about it, you want to be isolated like a monster ?!"

"What should I do?"

"We can still investigate by ourselves, we can." Hermione was eating a sandwich, she quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and replied: "We have experienced it, as long as we work hard, we will be able to find out something, such as some ancient Magic that can only be heard by a certain group of people, or some special, rare type of language, such as sending a message through a certain frequency band, and Harry happens to be in this frequency band."

This feeling is so familiar, Hermione reminded me, when they said who to tell or what to look up, let me clearly recall when Harry found the big dog last semester, they The three came and went in a hurry all day, and had no time to pay attention to anything unrelated to the "fourth floor", including me.

I should be glad that I happened to be a part of it this time.

…It's not good that Harry and Harry are not in the same house, although he comes to share my bed with me every night, we are still too far away.

Possessively hugging the greasy Harry who was gnawing on chicken legs, I looked up at Ron and Hermione with a victorious attitude.

——But no matter what, Harry is still mine, and the only one who can put his arms around Harry to demonstrate like this is me.

"Dickas?" Ron was stunned.

"What weird idea did you come up with..." Hermione's expression was very complicated, "You're going to wipe all the oil off Harry's mouth and hands with the robe."

"Oh my god!" I quickly let go of Harry, and I didn't miss the last touch, Harry was rubbing the back of his hand on my clothes slyly.

"Harry!!"

Harry snickered: "It's already dirty anyway, so I don't care about it."

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Mandy and the others came back very late. If it weren't for Stuart's frustrated voice when he passed our door, I almost thought he had chased the little beauty.

But now it seems that part of the extra time was used by him to think about how to speak, and part of it was used by him to hide and lick his wounds.

Harry is going to sleep on my side, and Hermione and Ron have to go back. Seeing Mandy, Hermione suddenly realized that there is not much time before the curfew. She hurriedly urged Ron to swallow the last bite of the pie , and then helped us take away all the rubbish in the dormitory... Of course, Harry’s invisibility cloak will be lent to her today, this girl broke into the boys’ dormitory boldly today, if she doesn’t hide it, she may never Ways to develop your own puppy love.

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"You should resist me seriously. Remember, you are playing a werewolf now. In the eyes of werewolves, there is no kindness or mercy. You should be more vicious." Stuart's luck this week was not very good. After the confession failed, he was drawn by Lockhart for three consecutive classes to assist in the performance as a special guest.

God knows the experience of seeing him weakly pretending that he was going to gnaw on Lockhart with his claws and sharp teeth on the podium, only to be knocked down time and time again by Lockhart...

It's about to make us a few happy fools.

"No, that's not it!" Lockhart probably didn't expect the students he had drawn to be so uncooperative. I guess he consciously associated Stuart's behavior with stupidity, and began to regret his initial decision: draw lots people.

He wanted to carry forward his heroic appearance through these performances, but in fact the performances of the two people entertained the public very well.

"When I hit with my wand for the first time, you can't just fall dead! The story doesn't end here!"

I swear Lockhart was already growling.

It's as if a director suddenly flew a plane in the sky while shooting a costume film.

"Your performance in class is not as good as one session, you are regressing! Oh no, don't do this, when I kill you for the second time, you should die, you should die Mr. Angus!! I even issued an ava Are you still standing upright? What the hell are you!"

The top and bottom of the podium are two extremes, the top is lightning and thunder, and the bottom... the bottom is so happy.Even Lockhart's fanatical fans couldn't hide their laughter from below.

Lockhart kicked Stuart out as soon as the class was over, "No wonder Harry Potter has a better reputation than any of you here! He is so flexible when he acts! I think you should learn how to play a werewolf." , Today's homework is to write a seven-inch performance experience, we will not draw lots in the next class, everyone will come up and perform a certain bridge in a certain book with me!"

Everyone was stunned by this explosive news, whether they liked it or not.

Before leaving, Lockhart smiled slyly, and he added: "Whoever performs unsatisfactorily, I will deduct the written test scores on his final exam papers."

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"I don't want to be praised by him in this regard at all." Harry had just finished Quidditch training, sweating profusely and still panting. They were almost over when I came, and there were still a lot of them People were supervised by Wood and then practiced their skills.

"At least if someone is praised, his final paper will not be deducted." I can't imagine that one day in the future, I will get a failing grade for this reason.

"Good luck to you all." Harry smiled happily, "This way I won't be alone, and no one will like the stupid werewolf on the podium in every class and can't move other parts except jumping around The Tibetan yeti... I wonder if there is such a thing, how does it eat."

"Who knows." These are not the points I want to say.

Seeing that Harry had finally recovered a bit, and his head was no longer hot, I pulled him to sit on a bench beside him, and said in a very solemn tone: "Harry, can we not investigate this matter this time? You are just a student, there are thousands of people in this school, a large part of them are older than you, and there are principals and professors from various colleges in this part..."

I took a deep breath, "I mean, I always have a bad feeling, if you keep checking... stop now, and wait and see, if something really happens, let's go to Dumbledore Lido, tell him everything about it, and let him settle the matter."

Harry bowed his head in thought for a long time.

During this period of time, I just kept staring at the top of his head, feeling nervous like beating a drum.

This intuition has been fulfilled many times, and although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that I do have a unique ability for ladies... if Harry must do it.

"No, I feel that only I can hear that voice... This situation indicates something. Although I don't understand anything, I want to try."

... If he must do it, I have no choice but to accompany him.

I took a long breath, looked into the distance, and heard my voice trying to relax as I tried to promise Harry: "Then do it, I will always be with you."

Harry hugged me: "Thank you, Deckard."

It's okay, compared to you...

Everything else is small things.