The Son of Light of the Snake House

Harry was at a loss for a moment.

He looked around reflexively, there was no one there, maybe this could help him escape - just pretend not to see, when other people came out of the classroom, the two people lying on the ground would be found.This also happens to clear his suspicion... almost every victim in the province has his shadow, making him seem like a villain.

But Harry calmed down again immediately, and he suddenly remembered what Daniel had said jokingly one day: "Fate is sometimes the shackles of human beings, but what we have to do is to take it as a responsibility, not escape."

Thinking of this, Harry got lucky: "Something went wrong!" he yelled, which actually shocked Peeves who had just come out of the small door next to him.

"Little Potter, you're actually disturbing everyone..." Before Peeves finished speaking, he was immediately squashed by the crowd that rushed out like a tide.

Doors in the hallway were pushed open one by one, and in a matter of minutes, people were pouring out.The scene was extremely chaotic, Justin was in danger of being crushed, and people kept standing in the body of the almost headless Nick.Harry found himself pushed against the wall.At this time, the teachers shouted loudly to maintain order.Professor McGonagall came running, followed by the students in her class, one of whom had black and white hair.Professor McGonagall gave a loud bang with her wand, and everyone fell silent, ordering everyone to return to their classrooms.

Daniel also arrived at some time, he smiled at Harry comfortingly, and carefully observed the person and ghost lying on the ground.

At this time, Hufflepuff's Ernie arrived on the scene, panting.He looked a little horrified, and blurted out when he saw the scene in front of him: "Caught the murderer on the spot?"

He was trembling, and pointed at Harry. Uncharacteristically, Harry didn't rush to defend himself, but pursed his lips, and turned to Professor McGonagall: "I am the first person to discover, Professor."

Peeves had been hovering on the ceiling before, looking at the chaos with great interest, until he heard this sentence, he suddenly sang excitedly: "Please, please. Our little broom, Star Potter! He took away one student after another, but he felt very proud..."

Before he finished singing, Professor McGonagall interrupted him impatiently, but he didn't care at all, and continued to sing: "Poor Justin, oh, hateful Potter, why do you want to do such a thing?" Laughing deliberately, he walked past Harry, knocking his glasses askew.

Harry was a little annoyed, and the other inspecting professors also looked up at Peeves in disgust, but he seemed to be more excited because of the attention.Until a hand grabbed the lower body.

"Excuse me, sir." Daniel looked at him with a very kind expression, but held Peeves tightly in his hand: "If it is possible, can you please go away?"

It seems that Peeves is very dissatisfied with Daniel, Harry thought so, but also, Peeves never helps anyone, he is a nuisance!

Peeves turned around to scold the daring student, but suddenly a light flashed in his body, his expression visibly frightened, his body shrunk, and he fled through the ceiling with a snort.

Professor McGonagall looked at the two thoughtfully.

Justin was carried to the hospital ward by Professor Flitwick and Professor Sinista from the Department of Astronomy, but no one seemed to know what to do with Nearly Headless Nick.Finally, Professor McGonagall conjures a large fan out of thin air, hands it to Ernie, and tells him to fan Nearly Headless Nick up the stairs.Ernie complied, fanning Nick forward, like a silent black hovercraft, raising countless fears out of thin air.

Only Professor McGonagall, Harry and Daniel were left in the corridor.

Professor McGonagall took two steps forward, then called Harry back.

"Come with me, Potter," she said.

Harry opened his mouth, he wanted to say that this matter really had nothing to do with him... even though he had the talent of being a descendant of Slytherin.But he wasn't sure about other things--didn't Peeves talk about bastards?

Daniel patted Harry on the shoulder, and leaned into his ear to encourage him in a low voice: "Don't be nervous, this matter has nothing to do with you—isn't it a civil duty to be called by the police to take notes after witnessing a murder scene?"

Harry felt his restless heart was calmed down immediately, he let out a long breath, and asked hesitantly, "Then you..."

"Oh, I won't go." Daniel replied with a smile: "You probably want to go to the principal's office, but don't worry, I'm not going the same way as you."

The silver-haired young man was tall and straight, and pointed at himself in the eyes of the two, with a self-deprecating smile on his face: "I have to go to Professor Snape's office for labor punishment. Oh yes! "

As if remembering something, he patted his forehead: "Help me take care of this girl, otherwise she will be used by Professor Snape as a reserve potion raw material."

Daniel sneaked a cold thing into Harry's hand, pushed Harry behind Professor McGonagall, and waved his hand in Harry's panicked eyes: "Later, Dude .”

Harry's outstretched hand didn't stop him, so he had to follow Professor McGonagall nervously. As he walked, he suddenly felt something in his hand move. He thought of what Daniel said, and suddenly had a bad premonition .

He hid it and tucked it away, and quietly opened his palm a slit, and his green eyes met a pair of small red eyes instantly.

...............

Daniel went around a corner, leaned his back against the wall, and exhaled softly: I have to say that Professor Snape is really useful as an excuse, even if almost no professor will arrange punishment in the afternoon, but if you know If it was Professor Snape's order, everyone would sympathize with him.

Daniel thought for a while, then simply sat down at the corner, took out a notebook and a pen from his bag, rubbed his face with the end of the pen, and thought about writing something on it.

"Hiss~" He wrote two strokes casually, and opened his mouth to imitate the cry of a snake. He felt that he would never be able to imitate Harry's inner taste, so he poked his notebook with a pen in frustration, and looked at A small ball of ink gradually bloomed on it.

"...that" a timid voice came from the side.

Daniel raised his head, narrowed one eye slightly, put his arm on his bent right leg, looked towards the person, and then smiled slowly.

"Need help, Ginny?"

The author has something to say:

Low EQ: Fuck

High EQ: Would you please take your very unsophisticated singing voice to live in the trash can?

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