[HP] This Evil

The final exams have begun, and the students are very nervous. Most of the students failed to learn anything really useful in Professor Trelawney's divination class, but I heard from the senior students that this class is very good To pass, as long as you predict that you will encounter misfortune in the exam.

"I will be caught in a fire, and my skirt will be completely burned to ashes..." Daphne lay on the round table in the lounge, making up last month's homework—they finished the exam three days ago, but Daphne's last exam Month's homework is not done yet!Thanks to Professor Trelawney for being so talkative and not fussy.

"And you'll sprain your foot going down the stairs."

"Or caught the flu in August and spent a week in St. Mungo's recovering."

Catherine and Pansy were busy advising her.

"Are you going to watch the Quidditch World Cup this August? Little Catherine, our batsman, you must be going, right?" Senior Gemma came over with a large bouquet of gardenias. She graduated when it was over.

"I've already bought a ticket," Catherine said.

"Smells so good." Daphne raised her head and sniffed her nose. The air was filled with a strong floral fragrance. "It was from that Ravenclaw boy again, right Gemma?"

Senior Sister Gemma laughed, blushing a little, "Little ghost, you will receive more flowers in the future."

"I was going to go to the competition too, but..." Senior Gemma smiled again, blushing even more, "But I have to visit the two elders, so I don't think I have time."

"Is that the Ravenclaw boy's parents?" Daphne dropped her homework, gossiping.

"What a brat, hurry up and do your homework!" Sister Gemma patted Daphne's head lightly, and continued, "I have an extra ticket, does anyone want it?"

Both Daphne and Pansy shook their heads, they had no plans to go to the game.

"You can go to Knockturn Alley and sell it at a high price, and now the price of these tickets is very high on the black/market." Catherine suggested.

"It's also a good idea." Sister Gemma thought thoughtfully, "But I'd better ask someone else. By the way, little Catherine, I heard that Professor Lupine is resigning. Are you going to say goodbye to him? , I remember you liked him very much."

"What? Why?!" Catherine asked in surprise.

"Haven't you heard? Remus Lupine is a werewolf, and the parents are writing letters to Dumbledore and the school board, demanding that Lupine be removed from his position. After all, a werewolf teacher is too dangerous. What if he What if the sky hurts the students?" Pansy explained.

Senior Gemma also agreed, and added, "You know, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher changes every year, and this position is cursed."

"I'm going out." Catherine jumped off the stool and ran out like a gust of wind.

"Lupine doesn't go crazy during the day, does he?" Pansy said.

"Are you worried about her? Don't you have conflicts with her because of Draco?" Senior Gemma teased Pansy with a smile.

"She has Blaise now." Daphne snapped back, before being pinched by Pansy.

"Professor Lupine." Catherine ran to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office and found that the door was open. The room that was not full of things was cleaner now. The box stood alone in the corner. "Professor Lupine, they said you were resigning." Catherine walked in.

"That's true, boy, I think you've heard about me?" Lupine put the few clothes left outside into the box.

"I heard, but you may be able to ask Headmaster Dumbledore for help."

"Principal Dumbledore has helped me a lot, I think I still need to look elsewhere, the world is big, isn't it?" Lupine said with a smile, but it is not difficult to find that he is still a little frustrated, he And said, "Aren't you afraid of me, child. I am a werewolf, and my presence may cause harm to you."

"I'm afraid of werewolves," Catherine said, remembering what happened at the Shrieking Shack that day, "but... you're Professor Lupine, you're different."

Lupine laughed again, "I'm honored that you think so, but child, I still want to remind you to stay away from werewolves as much as possible on the night of the full moon. By the way, I gave you O for Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, You are a very talented witch and deserve this grade."

Catherine got an O, but wasn't very happy, "Shall we see each other again, Professor?"

"I think so." Lupine reached out and stroked her hair.

"Professor, I have another question." Catherine said suddenly. "Do you know the Mirror of Erised?"

"That mirror, I know, every year Filch tries hard to hide it, but the students always find it. Did you find it too?"

"I found it in the first grade. But when I first looked in the mirror, there was nothing in it, and when I looked again, there was something in it, but Draco saw what was in it at a glance. Can you tell me this Is it why?"

"I once heard from Professor Dumbledore that if a person doesn't think that the things in the mirror will become reality, then he may not be able to see the things in it for a while." Lupine said, and then he smiled wryly, "I I saw it when I was in the second grade, and I looked into the mirror for ten seconds before I saw that I was no longer a werewolf in it, and I was no longer afraid of the night of the full moon."

Is it so difficult to reunite with your parents and sister for Christmas, as hard as a werewolf turning back into a normal person.That's right, Lambert is gone, and Ferrara will never be reunited.

"But we can't lose ourselves in the mirror, boy." Lupine stroked Catherine's hair again, a rough, warm hand.

"Professor, we will definitely meet again." Catherine reluctantly left the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. There would never be someone like Professor Lupine again, she thought.

Ferrara Manor is still as sparsely populated as ever. There is no bird's nest on the towering old tree in the manor this year, and the sunflowers in the flower garden seem to have encountered a plague this year, and they are all ashamed.But the good news is that Cecilia wrote that she has resumed her position as an Auror, and this news seems to make those sunflowers healthier.

Catherine began to have nightmares again. In the dream, there was a snake crawling around her and spitting snake bites in her face. Next to her was a very ugly baby who was babbling.There is this sound even during the day.

"Soon...wait..." The hoarse voice sounded again, and Catherine was sure that she was not asleep now, because she was standing by the window of her room, and Draco wrote to her in the middle of the night, the only The broken owl kept urging her to write back now!Catherine hastily tied the reply to the owl's feet, fed it some pine nuts, and sent it away.

"Master...she...we" a mouse-like voice sounded again, Catherine grabbed the wand and quietly walked out of the room looking for the sound, she wanted to see who was doing the trick!It was dark all around, only the study room was still lit, and the sound came from there.

ha!Even dare to break into the study, my father will definitely tear you apart!Catherine smugly went to catch the thief, intending to catch that nasty wizard by surprise. If she was no match, she would yell. The Ferraras slept in a bedroom not far away, and they would definitely be able to come over immediately.

"My little guest is here again, she always comes when I want to see her." said the hoarse voice.

Then the door of the study opened suddenly, and there stood Michaelera and Alfonso, and a very short, fat, ugly wizard with thinning hair and two rat teeth.

"Come in, Catherine," Michaelera said.

"Is this gentleman our guest? Mother." Catherine glanced at the mouse-toothed wizard and asked, feeling strange that the Ferrara family seldom socialized except for necessary academic exchanges, but what did the ugly wizard in front of her think? Not like a smart person either.

"He is your servant, Catherine." The hoarse voice sounded again, and Catherine searched around the room before realizing who was speaking, and then a familiar nausea came out again, because the one who just spoke The Thing was horribly long--she could only call it a Thing, because it was a dry, baby-like mass that wasn't human at all.She raised her wand, but Alfonso immediately disarmed her wand and snatched it away.

"Father?" Catherine was puzzled.Summer in England is not hot, and occasionally it is a little cold, but there is no need to light a fire anyway, but the fireplace in the study is now burning hotter than in winter, and the wood inside still makes a "crackling" sound from time to time.Catherine was frightened, she had no wand and could not cast a spell, so she tried to run again, but the door was closed by the rat-toothed wizard.

"Wormtail," said the ugly thing again.Michaela opened her mouth and closed it again, pinching the corner of her skirt tightly.

The mousetooth wizard's wand had a purple light that read "Crucio" from the tip of his wand.

Catherine let out a horrible, drawn-out scream, and curled up on the floor. She felt her internal organs were burning, a sweet smell came out of her mouth, and her bones were shattering bit by bit.

"Let's all go out," said the ugly thing.

Wormtail and Ferrara retreated one after another, leaving Catherine curled up on the floor, feeling unprecedented fear and pain.

"His name is Wormtail. Remember, Katherine Slytherin. The wizard who cast the Unforgivable Curses on you today is called Wormtail. You can kill him in two years, remember," said the ugly thing.

Catherine couldn't remember.

She only felt the pain, and she didn't have time to think about why she encountered these things at home. She just wanted to go back to Hogwarts, to find Draco, and to see Professor Lupine.

"In a few years, you'll be killing those Muggles and Mudbloods. Lambert, remember your brother Lambert?" the ugly thing continued in its hoarse voice.

"...Lambert...Lambert..."

"Forget everything." The ugly thing said again, "You will remember everything in a short time."