The Son of Light of the Snake House

Winter is gradually approaching with the pace of time.

Since Hogwarts entered November, snowflakes and frost have gradually spread to the glass of Hogwarts Castle like spring creepers.From a height, you can see the distant mountains outside the school. The originally lush and green appearance has turned into a gray, and the entire gloomy sky makes people feel a little depressing.A thick layer of ice formed on the surface of the lake, and occasionally naughty children would slide across it and back again until a passing professor sternly stopped the behavior.

When Daniel was dragged out of the warm Slytherin lounge by Draco, he didn't even know what happened.

"You don't know? You don't even know????" Draco made a very exaggerated expression, full of his unique disgust.For the 36th time, Daniel couldn't help but miss Draco before the two didn't know each other--now this little dragon is so annoying!

Daniel loosened his plush scarf and coughed twice: "What, is it something I should know?"

"Of course!" Draco announced loudly, then approached mysteriously, and waved his hand to tell the two followers not to spoil the story: "Do you know what day tomorrow is?"

"..." Daniel looked at Draco steadily, and saw that he seemed to be serious, so he also seriously guessed: "Is it the 2000 birth anniversary of your Nimbus?"

In fact, he didn't know anything that would excite Draco more than a flying broomstick... other than his dad.

Draco: (The handsome guy is speechless) "Are you serious?"

Daniel: "Of course"

"Well... I shouldn't expect you to know such things." Draco spread his hands, sighed, and said, "But it does have something to do with broomsticks - there's a school Quidditch match tomorrow."

"Oh." Daniel responded flatly, then shook off Draco's hand, trying to rush back to the warm lounge.He was caught again by Draco, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed.

"Why are you running!" Draco looked very dissatisfied.

"I'm not interested. I won't go. It's so cold outside, so I won't go out."

Draco was stunned: "How can anyone not like Quidditch?????"

"What's the fuss?" Daniel patted the clothes that were wrinkled by Draco, curled his lips in distaste: "Some people don't like the opposite sex--British people should know this better Well?"

Draco: ...

Draco: "I don't understand that, but you have to come with me tomorrow."

Daniel couldn't laugh or cry: "I still have a lot to do."

"Don't try to fool me again! You usually just lie on the big sofa and pet your cat! You never do anything serious!" Draco said, walked two steps with his head held high, and then turned back: "Tomorrow Slater Lin and Gryffindor are the first game, you have to go for me!"

"Okay, okay." Daniel responded to his words, and fell on his back on the sofa, covering his face with one arm. Jasmine jumped out from some small corner and took the opportunity to sleep on top of him.

Under the cover of the robe sleeves, those golden eyes were still open, full of seriousness.

……

This happened about two weeks ago.

Daniel went back and forth between the Slytherin lounge and the library and classrooms as usual, and then on that day, he was stopped by a man.

"Professor Quirrell." Daniel smiled politely: "What's the matter?"

"Da...Daniel and...student, I... heard from Professor Flitwick that you are...interested in... black magic, I appreciate you very much, so I want to say... If you encounter any...problems, you can come...come and ask me for advice." Professor Quirrell stammered, his sentence was obviously very short and simple, but it was as slow as a century.

The expression on Daniel's face remained motionless, still the polite and well-behaved student face, and then he replied: "Of course! Professor Quirrell, in fact, I have wanted to visit you a long time ago, but I was afraid of disturbing you... ..."

"No... no! Now I happen to have time..." Professor Quirrell immediately answered.

"If I don't trouble you..." Daniel dragged his voice, waiting for the next sentence--

"Of course it's not troublesome!" Professor Quirrell said, as if realizing that he was too anxious, he restrained himself a little: "Well...I mean...you can do it now. You can also think about asking my question later. "Then he took the lead and led the way for Daniel.

"Of course, professor. I've sorted out a lot of questions and wanted to ask you a long time ago. This is really a good opportunity." Daniel made a look of ecstasy, and walked behind Professor Quirrell a few steps behind. Li hurriedly flipped through the books in his schoolbag, making them make a "squeaky" sound.

So, why is he paying so much attention to me?Although Daniel answered Professor Quirrell's words comprehensively, his mind didn't stop at all.

Why would he, Professor Quirrell, do this to a "normal" Slytherin?What does he want to say to me?What are you trying to imply?Or... why did he pretend to stutter, pretend to be a coward to numb me?And—Daniel sniffled—he probably didn't know that even putting garlic all over his body couldn't cover up the stench of rotting flesh and the dark smell.

When Professor Quirrell is excited, he will forget that he still stutters, so that he can say a complete sentence, obviously he stuttered in class; besides, as far as he invited himself and made this picture The tight schedule and the words he said all showed his full self-confidence.Who gave him the confidence?What gave him confidence?

But you can't act rashly now.

In such a situation where the goal is obviously aimed directly at him, except for good luck, no one will be able to help, especially the students, who cannot resist the will of the professor, and... to be honest, this scarf is really familiar .

Daniel followed and thought hard, but in the end he couldn't think of any solution, so he could only take a step forward. Although he has the ability to protect himself, he still doesn't know much about this world... I just hope that he won't It's good to have an accident.

In a direction that Daniel and others couldn't see, the timidity on Professor Quirrell's face gradually disappeared into a calm and watery look, and then he narrowed his eyes, gradually raised the corners of his mouth, and pulled a little by little. Huge and frightening grin.

It's unbearably creepy.

The author has something to say:

Draco: Do ​​you know what day tomorrow is?

Daniel: What, is it our wedding anniversary?

(Because the questioning is too similar to the wife's forced questioning of the husband, it is a small theater association for no reason.)

Because the full text of Harry Potter is really long and a lot, so the daily part will be a little bit more, it may be too boring 5555 Don't abandon other people's family for you ladies and sisters. (vomit)