[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 180 Two Confinement

Winnie returned to Betty and Beckyla's side with a calm face, but underneath the calm, there was chaos at the moment.

"You and I both know that no one can resist that man. It was he who personally ordered us to get engaged. There is no possibility for you and Winnie Einstein."

"If she does die, I will accompany her."

"I can't live without her."

"Winnie?" Sensing that Winnie's mood was a bit out of place, Betty called out slightly worried.

But there was silence in response to Betty. She exchanged glances with Beckyla and called out again: "Winnie."

Feeling a pat on the shoulder, Winnie came back to her senses instantly, and when she looked up, she saw Betty and Beckyla's worried expressions.

"What's wrong with you?" Betty frowned, why has she been acting weird since she came back just now.

Winnie shook her head, and when she was about to say something, Becky La made a surprised sound.

"Isn't this a fifth grade class?" Becky La's eyes fell on the books on the table.

Hearing what Becky La said, Betty subconsciously glanced at the title of the book in Winnie's hand, "Advanced magic text translation?"

"Merlin's stinky socks, I'm suddenly very glad that I didn't choose the ancient magic text." Beckyla couldn't help but be speechless, just a quick look, her eyes were almost blurred, is it so difficult to learn now?

"Winnie, I'm sure you must be the girl sent by Merlin to attract hatred." Betty said very seriously.

"Why?" Winnie showed a puzzled expression.

"Because, you made our group of Ravenclaw students into scumbags in an instant!" Betty gritted her teeth, deliberately putting on a fierce expression.

"Haha!" Becky La couldn't help laughing, "Betty is right!"

In the afternoon, because Betty and Becky La had something to do respectively, the three of them left separately.

The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, followed by several thunderclaps that pierced the sky, and the students on the lawn ran back to the castle.

Winnie looked up at the sky, and there were people coming and going around her. After an unknown period of time, she stepped inside and walked inside.

After returning to the dormitory, she put her things away and went into the bathroom. After washing up, she came out while wiping her hair.

Sitting on the big bed, his eyes fell on the gift on the desk, and the movement of wiping his hair slowly stopped.

Thinking of the words I heard in the library, my heart became inexplicably heavy.

She didn't know what kind of mood she was in at the moment, surprise, joy, anger, puzzlement and tiredness?

If it was true then...

Why didn't Draco tell her?

Why did you kiss Astoria at that time?

Why not trust her?

It is easy to say the word trust, but it is often violated when it is practiced.

Love is sweet, but it is also accompanied by pain and suffering.

I don't want to forgive, I don't want to continue, I don't want to think about it anymore.

Obviously she thought so, but there was a voice in her mind telling her that everything Draco did was to protect her and his family, and he was forced to do so.

Intellectually, she should understand Draco, but emotionally she couldn't.

She couldn't forget the pain that felt like her heart was being torn apart, she couldn't forget the dark side caused by jealousy, she couldn't forget the feeling of being out of control.

In the evening, all the students came to the auditorium and ate their dinner noisily.

"Have you ever heard of it?" Jacob said in a low voice, "Someone saw a big silver snake wandering around the castle."

Betty, who was drinking orange juice, was taken aback by what Jacob said, and almost spit out the orange juice: "What?"

"Is this true?" Becky La swallowed in fear, she was so afraid of snakes.

"I've heard that too, but some people say that the snake came in from the Forbidden Forest, and it's gone back now." Justin neatly cut off a small piece of beef short rib.

"However, in my opinion, that snake is very likely to be that person's pet." Jacob pretended to be mysterious and said, "Think about it, isn't that a silver-white snake the color of that person's pet? That People send their pets in to monitor all activities in the castle, and then take the opportunity to kill Harry Potter!"

"Oh, Jacob." Justin held his forehead helplessly, "You're a conspiracy theory."

"Maybe it's true." Jacob shrugged indifferently, and caught Winnie's pensive expression. "Look, even Winnie is thinking about this possibility."

Following Jacob's words, everyone looked at Winnie, and they found that she was lost in thought as Jacob said.

"Winnie, do you really agree with Jacob's conspiracy theory?" Justin asked uncertainly.

"Huh?" Winnie regained her senses a little.

"What were you thinking just now?" Betty looked directly at Winnie and asked suspiciously.

Winnie shook her head: "Sorry, I just took a break."

"You've been out of shape a lot lately, what's wrong with you?" Justin asked suspiciously.

"Just a little tired." Winnie said calmly, then picked up the pepper powder on the side, and lightly sprinkled it on the golden scrambled eggs.

"Winnie." Jacob suddenly showed a very serious expression, "You should read less books, for the sake of your body, and also for our sake."

"What does it have to do with us?" Justin looked at Jacob in a daze.

"Forget it, Jacob, even if Winnie reads less books, you still won't be in the top ten of the whole class." Betty gave Jacob a provocative smile.

Jacob pouted, and whispered dissatisfiedly, "Who said that?"

"I said it." Betty patted her chest boldly and said with a smile.

There is still one week before the last competition event. During this week, most of the students are not in the classroom, but fly to the last competition. They are looking forward to the day and night. advent.

And under such anticipation, the number of times students get into trouble has also increased greatly, especially in class, distraction is already a trivial matter, others are like blowing up a cauldron, turning a teapot into a ball of fire, flying from a broom If it falls, it will appear every day.

Not only the professors, but even Madam Pomfrey was almost driven mad by this group of students.

"I'm sorry Winnie, I caused you to be imprisoned too." Betty grabbed Winnie's hand guiltily. If she hadn't been thinking about the last event when she was brewing the medicine just now, the cauldron would not have exploded. Angry Professor Snape, let alone hurt Winnie.

"It's okay, I've blown up countless crucibles before, it's okay." Winnie comforted Betty.

"But Professor Snape's expression just now looks like he wants to tear us apart." Speaking of this, Professor Snape's almost ferocious expression at that time came to mind again, and Betty couldn't help shaking, "You said Will he take revenge on us by confinement?"

"No, Professor Snape won't do that." Winnie patted Betty on the shoulder.

"really?"

"Well, really."

At night, the potions room.

"Here are fifty barrels of slugs. If you don't clean them up, you won't go back." Professor Snape glared at Winnie and Betty gloomily.

"Five...fifty barrels of slugs?" Betty couldn't help but make an unbelievable voice.

"Oh?" Snape drew his tone, raised his eyebrows, and smiled coldly, "Is Miss White too little?"

"No, quite a lot!." Betty shook her voice and nodded vigorously, "Just right!"

"Hmph." Sneh snorted coldly, walked back to the desk, sat down, and corrected the homework.

"Merlin's stinky socks, fifty barrels of slugs!" Betty grabbed Winnie's wrist, lowered her voice, and whispered in disbelief, "He's taking revenge on us!"

"Professor Snell must be mad because of anger. I heard that we are not the only ones. Recently, many people have blown up the cauldron, even the students of Slytherin." Winnie recalled the recent rumors, which happen every day. There are accidents in the classroom, and students are sent to the medical room every day.

"But fifty barrels is too much..." Betty looked at the slug in front of her heart, feeling like she wanted to cry.

It is an impossible task to dispose of fifty barrels of slugs in just a few hours. Until eleven o'clock in the evening, the two of them worked together to deal with only 35 barrels of slugs, and the remaining fifteen barrels of slugs Can wait for tomorrow.

Maybe it was too tired, or maybe it was accidentally catching a cold. Betty entered the medical room with a high fever the next morning.

"I'm sorry Winnie, confinement..." Betty said with a flushed face, sounding very weak.

Winnie immediately stopped Betty from continuing: "Stop talking and have a good rest."

"But…"

"I'll explain to Professor Sneaker, don't think about anything, go to sleep."

After delivering some food for Betty, Winnie came to the potion room alone. Just as she explained to Snape that Betty was unable to come due to illness, Snape had already impatiently asked her to deal with the slugs, and she was smelling Go aside, don't bother my breath.

"Damn it!" Snape cursed, angrily throwing his homework aside, "Those stupid, brainless lions!"

Winnie looked back silently, lowered her head, quietly picked up a slug, and worked silently.

Time passed by, and before I knew it, there were only five barrels of slug left. Winnie moved her shoulders, waved her wand, and looked at the time.

At ten thirty, I had time to visit Betty before going back to the dormitory.

When she put the last slug into the bucket, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

It was Draco's voice.

"Godfather." Draco's tone sounded a little strange, very low and hoarse, and at the same time there was an indescribable tiredness.

"What's the matter?" Snape's tone sounded a little bad at the beginning, and he restrained himself a little when he noticed that Draco was not in a good condition. His godson is really not reassuring at all!

"I want to ask you for a bottle of refreshing potion." Draco coughed dryly, and thin sweat broke out on his pale forehead.

Snape didn't speak, and when he was about to turn around and take out a bottle of refreshing medicine from the medicine cabinet, he found that the medicine in it was used up, he pursed his lips, "Madam Pomfrey..."

"She said that hers just ran out, so let me ask you for a few bottles by the way." Draco's face became paler and paler, and he looked like he was about to faint at any time.

"Go and sit down inside." Snape lowered his voice, and when he was about to boil a bottle of refreshing potion, there was a burst of warmth in his pocket.

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