[hp] stay out of it

It's not good to see Malfoy, who is furious and about to leave in a hurry.Because the little boy who is angry is extremely destructive, and I still have a lot of things to ask him.

I sat up, raised my wand, took aim, and cast a petrifying spell.

……bingo.Malfoy stood at attention and fell stiffly to the ground.

I sigh at his stupidity, how in the wizarding world would anyone leave their backs to someone who is clearly not a friend?

Standing up from the ground, I patted my robe habitually, only to realize that there would be no dust on my robe on a clean observatory.I walked past Malfoy unhurriedly, closed the observatory door, and crouched down beside Malfoy who was glaring at me.

"You came in a hurry. You came to me before you brought your followers with you." I felt uncomfortable squatting, so I simply sat on the ground and said to him, "So that thing must be on your body right now—let you Something that led to the conclusion that my mother's ex...or one of the exes was named Blake." I explained and started searching.

Now that the weather is still warm, everyone is wearing very light materials, so I have an intuitive understanding of Malfoy's relatively healthy physical condition, and I am puzzled: it is neither dry and skinny, nor is it a pile of fat. On the contrary, it is Very well-proportioned body.I can't imagine that Malfoy's small palace-like home has a magically activated treadmill and dumbbells, and then he works out every day like a normal urban youth...

What a strange scene.

Quidditch is not as good for physical exercise as Muggle sports... Let me say that wizards who don't need to exercise can be drawn into a group with high-intelligence programmers who stay in one place every day.

That's when something from a concealed pocket on the inside of my robe interrupted my thoughts on how to clean up...how to make up with Malfoy.

a photo.

Very ordinary, the two students in the picture with bright smiles and reserved looks seem to be Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa... well, whatever her last name was at that time... when she was at Hogwarts A photo, two people seem to be celebrating something, this has no way to verify, and there is no writing on the back of the photo, but there are traces of being torn from something, it is estimated that this photo was still in the album of Malfoy's family not long ago ...Speaking of which, why did Malfoy bring the family photo album to school, isn't it too heavy?

And the background of this photo is a young man with black hair and gray eyes who is also proud in his bones. When he noticed someone taking pictures in this direction, he froze for a moment, and instead of avoiding it, he gestured toward the camera. The rude gesture, but coupled with his unruly smile, the person who was supposed to frown is not so annoying.

Compared with the wanted photos of Blake that are posted everywhere now, there are basically two people.But looking at his unruly smile, I really feel a little elegant... Is this Sirius Black?

Narcissa and Lucius still showed noble smiles towards the camera, as if they didn't even bother to turn around to pay attention to this "predator" alone, but the bigger reason is probably: this is just a picture that can't bear much emotion and Thought of a photo, the characters in it also don't do a lot of what they really do.

I raised the photo: "That person in the background, are you sure it's Blake?"

Malfoy probably stared at me enough, now he closed his eyelids and ignored me.

Even though he tried his best to put on the pure blood rather than submit, he was lying on the ground, and now he still looks like he is being slaughtered.

I glanced at his eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, the delicate contours of his face—the chin is too pointed.Deduct ten points.

I touched my normally curved chin: "Hey, Malfoy, seriously, how do you know it's Black's?"

I looked at the photo again, the boy suspected to be Sirius Black and I were five or six points alike, except for the indifferent and unruly temperament of the two, maybe there was only a three-point resemblance.Although it can't reach Harry's "you and your father look exactly the same!" level, it is enough for caring people.

I stroked my curly hair, maybe I was more like Ms. White... Now it seems that White, a suggestive surname that is very opposite to Blake, is probably not Ms. White's real surname.

Whether or not the dark-haired boy in this picture is Black, I can't let Malfoy yell out.After all, out of emotion and reason, I shouldn't be the center of attention.

I thought for a while, picked up my wand, and aimed it at the tip of Malfoy's nose.

It happened that he also opened his eyes, saw the wand in front of him, and realized that I should do something like silence. He turned his gaze to me, obviously frightened, with panic and pleading in his eyes.

Then why look at me, I am not a vicious lunatic (but then again, the book that scared him last time and is full of the most vicious negative energy should have destroyed my image of wisdom and peace. Tsk tsk)

This time I'm just going to cast an Oblivion Charm.

Just let him forget everything within three hours...

I thought about it and ran into him at dinner, when he still treated me the way he always did: pretend I didn't exist.Therefore, Malfoy found that the black-haired boy who looked like me in that photo should have happened when he was bored flipping through the photo album after eating.

Three hours is enough.

After determining the range of effect of the spell, trying not to think about Gilderoy Lockhart's current situation - at least my wand is not malfunctioning, I gather myself and prepare to cast the spell.

I'm kind of craving dessert.I'm a little distracted.

"Forget everything..."

Malfoy saw that I started to chant a spell, so he quickly closed his eyes firmly, and lay dead on the ground... Please pay attention to the content of my spell.

Malfoy's utter desperation didn't last long, as he was rescued shortly afterwards - the observatory door was slammed open, bouncing straight into the wall with two loud bangs.At the same time, my hand involuntarily let go, the wand was dragged and flew into the hands of the intruder, and my spell was interrupted.

"Blake, what are you doing!" Lu Jian was not flat... Professor Lu Ping, who was helping with his wand, was staring at me angrily.

There are too many emotions in his eyes, disbelief, frustration, remorse, and even more indescribable anger... It's as if I am someone else, and the spell to be cast is not just a forgetting spell So simple.

These emotions hit me with his gaze.

About faith, about betrayal.

These emotions hit me, and I couldn't bear them, nor should I.

I stood up slowly and took two steps back.

"Professor Lupine, you have misremembered the person," I reminded him calmly, "I am White, Vincent White."

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Generally speaking, my update speed is directly proportional to the level of article scarcity... I found a good article yesterday, so I didn't update it, it's really disrespectful... Fortunately, I'm not interested in that article today and discarded it, so I came back to update, hehe.