[HP] Hogwarts students

At the end of September, the castle was sometimes noisy in the scorching sun, and sometimes submerged in the torrential rain.The clear sky that had remained all day suddenly changed at night. It was dark outside, a shower of rain beat on the windows, and the sky was so dark that it seemed to be covered with dark clouds.

Harry and I occupied the cleanest and most secluded corner of the lounge, and the crimson-painted side table was full of my letter papers and sundries.The three of them sat in armchairs, looking very angry.

"No wonder I've been hearing you screaming in my dreams these few nights!" Hermione spread her hands, her brows were frowned, and her lips were tightly pursed. "And you told me it was just a nightmare."

"I really thought it was just a nightmare before." I retorted, wincing when I caught her eyes, "until I found this out this morning."

I unbutton the shirt sleeve on my right hand, exposing the red tooth marks on my wrist.A day passed, and the sharp tooth marks dissipated, and it looked less terrifying than in the morning.

Immediately Hermione stood up and pulled me to them, and Harry and Ron moved over to examine my wrists carefully.Hermione counted the tooth marks with her index finger: "This amount is a reasonable amount for a grown man, but the shape doesn't look like human teeth."

Facing the surprised eyes of Ron and I, she said indifferently: "My parents are dentists, have you forgotten?"

"He does have a mouthful of shark-like teeth, which is terrifying." I was a little scared when I thought of the tactile sensation of being pierced into the skin by the fangs. "Last night was the third nightmare, each time more real than before, but in the first dream, he couldn't touch me at all."

"Is that what your Boggart looks like today?" Harry looked at me worriedly, and lightly touched my wrist with his fingertips, and my earlobe immediately hurt: "Ouch! No, no."

I stepped back with cold sweat dripping from my forehead, not daring to get any closer to them.

"Okay, let's sort out the known clues first." Seeing this, Hermione immediately drove Harry and Ron further away, "You guys divide the letters from Kelly's aunt according to time kind."

"The earrings came with your letter, and this letter claimed to be your aunt." She found the letter from a swirl of snowflakes, "but 'she' said she had a broken arm, Inability to write to you with your dominant hand explains the different handwriting."

"Yes! However, when we were having dinner today, grandpa sent their wedding photos, and Aunt Wendy was there too, both of her arms are fine!" I hurriedly found the photo, and after they circulated it to each other, Luo En squeezed her chin and said, "In this case...the letter she sent today still uses the excuse of 'broken arm' to explain the handwriting problem, so it is not valid."

"So from the very beginning, this letter wasn't from your aunt." Harry gritted his teeth, "I guessed who it was."

"We all know who it is, buddy." Ron looked at me sympathetically, and patted Harry on the shoulder. "No one else can do such a perverted thing."

"But the question is, how did he do it?" I shook my head puzzled, "How did he know that Grandpa and Rosalie were getting married, and how did he know that Aunt Wendy likes to make these little things for me?"

"Because his father recommended your aunt to enter the Polytechnic Institute and gained her trust." Hermione held a bunch of letters in her hand, "And they are also neighbors in the same apartment building... how long ago did your aunt move there?" of?"

I froze and thought about it carefully: "In the first week she moved out of her grandfather's house, she couldn't find a suitable apartment to live in at that time, but someone lost an apartment subletting slip next to her car. She just Tried calling and rented an apartment straight away."

"I know my guess may be a bit out of line, but..." Ron silently covered his chest, "Isn't this a bit too coincidental?"

My brain was in a mess, and I couldn't help holding my forehead and letting out a sigh: "I don't know...but I think we should solve the problem of earrings first?"

"Yes, he mentioned poison horned toad juice in his letter." Hermione raised her head sharply, "Quick! Harry, hand me my schoolbag!"

Harry hurriedly found her schoolbag from the mess and threw it over. Hermione immediately found the familiar "Powerful Potion" from it and began to rummage through it.

"She hasn't returned the book, I should have known." Ron thought he whispered in Harry's ear.I was a little anxious, but when I looked up, my eyes met Harry's. He didn't look away quickly as usual, but looked at me with the same worry.

"Ha, I found it!" Hermione shouted in surprise, "...the juice of the poison horned toad has a rare adhesive force, but it is also very simple to dissolve, all you need... two pieces of hellebore, mixed with rue essence... "

"These are all available in the Greenhouse and Medical Wing!" Harry said impatiently. "I'll go now."

"Wait, it's time for a break!" I looked out of the window, and suddenly a flash of cold lightning flashed among the clouds, reflecting my pale and tired face on the window. "Let's get it tomorrow...just for one night."

"Have you forgotten what I have?" Harry smiled forcedly. "I can go in the Invisibility Cloak so you don't have to dream about that man again tonight."

"Good idea, why don't we both go now?" Ron tiptoed his head out and glanced at the lounge, "There are not many people left in the lounge now."

Hermione snapped her book shut, ready to pack her things and go with them.

"Wait here until we get back, okay?" Harry wanted to get closer, but he had to stand still because of my earrings. I saw that he hesitated to speak, and his eyes were a little complicated. "Hermione, you have to stay with Kelly and keep her from falling asleep."

She looked back at me and nodded solemnly: "Okay, then you go. I'll stay here with Kelly."

After a while, Ron came downstairs with the invisibility cloak, and the two boys got into the cloak one after the other, stooped and tiptoed out of the lounge.

My eyelids are a bit heavy, and the nightmares I have had for several nights in a row make me very sleepy at this time.Hermione reached out and patted my face: "Kelly, don't fall asleep. I have to go upstairs to get the cauldron and utensils, will you come with me?"

"I'll stay here and tidy up." I shivered violently and broke free from my drowsiness. "This is all my letters. I will get busy and won't let myself fall asleep."

Hermione nodded and trotted up the stairs.

At this moment, I was the only one left in the living room, the dim light was shining with candles, and the sound of crackling rain outside the window was simply a good hypnotist.I propped myself up and stood up, picking up the scattered letters bit by bit, trying to keep my hands busy so that I could forget about sleep.

However, there was obviously no one around me.However, the earrings began to gradually heat up, and as the heat became hotter, the eyelids became heavy.

I knelt and sat on the carpet, the letters I had sorted out clattered back to the ground, and then fell headlong into the paper.

A darkness, an endless darkness.

When I realized that I had fallen into a deep dream, I panicked and kept pinching my skin trying to wake up, but it didn't work at all.

"Don't do that to yourself, honey." I heard him say that for the first time in my dream, and he was standing right behind me, accompanied by warm breaths that made my skin crawl.

My body couldn't move again, neither my fingers nor my legs seemed to have been hit by a petrifying spell - but my head could move.

I turned my head slowly and caught a glimpse of Jason's familiar face from the corner of my eye. He was no longer that pale faceless man, but his own appearance.

At this time, he was looking at me with great interest, with a smile on his lips: "Your mood fluctuated so much today, I almost pronounced the wrong spell in class."

"That's weird. Are you studying at the school?" I said calmly. "Let me guess. Is it an elite school for wizarding delinquents?"

Jason suddenly started laughing, and he bent over laughingly stroking his palms: "You have a sense of humor, which is great! I don't think I will be lonely in the days after marriage."

"Ouch, don't make me sick." I couldn't help feeling nauseous, "No one will marry you, a pervert like you should be imprisoned in Azkaban, and spend the rest of your life with dementors !"

"You don't understand me, it really makes me so sad." He paused, straightened up suddenly and put away his smile.It was only when he dropped the mask and faced me that I could see the malice and mockery in his gray-blue eyes.

"I want to tell you a story, Kelly." He walked around me self-absorbed. "A beautiful love story."

"Go away! Wake me up, I don't want to hear your stories." I spat at him, thanking Snape for letting me learn this skill.

"The beginning of this story... started with a No-Maj man." Jason conjured up a handkerchief out of thin air, and slowly wiped the drool on his cheeks, "Once upon a time, there was an ordinary No-Maj man, who was ordinary yet extraordinary. .Because he has a genius wizard brother who makes him wonder: 'Why am I not a wizard?'"

"But fate is like this, he has no magic power, but he has the same genius mind, so he put all his energy into academic research, and also got a beautiful Latin girlfriend."

Speaking of this, Jason stretched out his fingers and gently stroked my chin, and I pushed my double chin away with my head raised.

"And it was also fate, when he learned that his girlfriend was a witch from Latin America, he almost went crazy... The funniest thing is when this No-Maj sorted out his mood and decided to accept Only when he saw everything about his girlfriend did he realize that their passionate and affectionate love was nothing more than a traveling love to her."

"This witch is a well-known rich lady in her hometown, and her partner is absolutely impossible to be a No-Maj." Jason sighed regretfully, but the joy on his face made me think that the following story should be different. It will be very touching.

"So he made a mistake, and he stole the love potion from his wizard brother... He finally returned to the ranks of happiness." His eyes lit up, looking very yearning, "This lovely couple lives A child was born—me.”

"...Love potion is not true love! It does not guarantee a lifetime of happiness!" I shouted, eyes wide.

"It doesn't matter, Kelly, it doesn't matter." Jason turned to face me again, with pity on his face, "When you have a wizard brother or uncle who feels guilty for you, it is obvious that the love potion can guarantee a lifetime. happiness."

I looked at him in shock, a Muggle who drugged a witch...and a potion maker wizard who felt guilty about his Muggle brother...and Jason, a mistake made of love potions.

"Ha, I know what you're thinking." Jason narrowed his eyes suddenly, revealing a dangerous light, "Children born from love potions are emotionally disabled... right?"

"I'm just this special case, I'm just that special person." Facing my contemptuous gaze, he shouted trying to prove himself, raised his hand and slapped me across the face. "Don't look at me like that!"

He was really trying too hard. If my body hadn't been fixed in place, I think I would have been slapped to the ground.At this time, there was a burning pain in my right cheek, which made me gasp.

"I'm sorry, Kelly." He cupped my cheeks in panic, "It's not my fault, who made you look at me like that?"

"...In short, from the moment I was conscious after birth, I embarked on the road of finding love." He let go of his hand tremblingly, and wiped my cheek with a handkerchief, "My chest is full of passion Do you know how painful I am when I can't find an outlet to vent my love?"

"Go away, I would rather you die in such pain." I endured the pain and rolled my eyes.

"And then... it was fate that brought us together." He pinched my cheek violently, and the side of the cheek that was slapped felt a sharp pain again, "You came to America once when you were young, it was you Mom and Dad brought you here."

"I was sitting on a tree... minding my own business..." he mumbled, "then something happened. My blood dripped into your mouth, and from that moment on, I I understand that you are the one I need to follow in my life."

I literally vomited, vomited in a mess, and for some reason in my dream, I was able to vomit all the salad I ate tonight.

"I was only one year old at that time!" My disgust was off the charts, "You are a total pervert!"

"I'm only six, too, but that's beside the point." Jason frowned, waving his wand to clean up all the filth I spit out. "The point is that you left after only a few months. I lost my lover just like that."

I took a deep breath, counting how long it would be before Hermione came back to wake me.

"But you know, you have an aunt who loves you." He said happily. "But she was a little rash, wasn't she? She lost her purse, and luckily I found it."

"And there is a photo of you in the wallet, which is why I finally locked you in."