[HP] I was the scroll king at Hogwarts

Slytherin cellar door,

"You guys go back to the dormitory first, I want to go to Hogsmeade this weekend, and I plan to go to the library to finish my dissertation today."

Several Slytherins looked at each other, left without saying anything.

"That's why I think Slytherin is the best house." Green looked at the background where his friends left and whispered to himself.

At least not like Gryffindor, not like Gryffindor, and not like Hufflepuff.As for Ravenclaw, safety is ignored by him

He walked towards the library unhurriedly, and luckily, he met the Slytherin prefect at the library door.

"Green?" Dean Patel smiled the moment he saw the Slytherin school uniform, and his brain worked quickly, matching the face with the name in just a few seconds.

This seemed to him to be a prefect's self-cultivation.Only students who always remember the college can be loved, and in the same way, it can help him to become the chairman of the student union.

But it was not difficult for Dean to recognize Green.

Although the junior in front of him has kept a low profile for the past two years, the gossip about him has spread throughout Hogwarts.

Although Dean looked down on this playboy who was born in a declining nobleman, there was still a need for superficial politeness.

"There is a big battle waiting for you this year. You must not relax at this critical moment." He looked at Green with concern, "If you have any difficulties, come to me at any time."

"I definitely will." Green no longer put on that indifferent look in front of the prefect, "Isn't this going to come to the library to study hard?"

"That's good, that's good. I look forward to this year's Slytherins achieving excellent results in the OWLs exam." Dean pointed to the parchment in his hand and signaled to hurry away, and he still didn't forget to give encouragement at the end.

Stupid and false bureaucracy and false politeness, Green turned his back to Dean, and his face turned cold instantly.

The prefects, the president of the student council, the officials of the Ministry of Magic, and finally the Minister of the Ministry of Magic, all think very well.If Britain is led by such a person, it will really be over.

Entering the library, he randomly took out a never-heard "Deciphering the History of Magic You Don't Know" from the bookshelf, and Green sat down in the most crowded area.

The Secret of King Arthur and Merlin?

The evil behind the unicorn's purity?

The more he turned back, the more strange Green's expression became.

Isn't the author of this book afraid that Merlin's resurrection will give him an Avada Kedavra?I really dare to write anything, even the story about King Arthur and Merlin having a child can be made up.

After impatiently reading the first few fabricated stories, and counting the time, Green turned directly to the last story.

The love and hatred of black and white wizards - where is the hatred without love?

In an instant, he closed the book and his face turned pale.Slumped on the seat, it took several minutes to calm down his heartbeat.

Looking around, no one noticed his abnormality. Green got up and walked to the deeper bookshelf.

Walking slowly, looking back and forth on the bookshelf, stopping for a few seconds from time to time to show hesitation.

He didn't stop performing until he turned into a corner in the blind spot.

Trying not to attract attention, Green made a wide circle and walked out of the library again.

In his opinion, there is no need to use magic, and being so careful is enough.After all, who would pay attention to him, an unrelated stranger, all the time?

It's a pity that someone is indeed paying attention to him.

Peggy Brown knew she was a fool with a love brain in the eyes of most people, but she didn't care.

Everyone around said that Iger Green was a scumbag, and she had no way to refute it, but she also thought that Green was not so bad.

Maybe it was because of the profile in that Potions class, or maybe it was because of the chance encounter in Hogsmeade, but after she realized it, she had already fallen in love with Egg Green, and she had liked him for more than three years.

She didn't want to waste her first love for more than three years.

Maybe he can be moved by the sincerity of more than three years and really like himself, a faint voice in Peggy's heart said.

In other words, she didn't believe that the boy she fell in love with for the first time didn't have any sincerity towards her.

Hiding in the shadows, Peggy followed up calmly as she watched Green leave the main force.

She's not a pervert, she just wants to find out what Green has been up to recently.If she really made a new girlfriend as the rumors said, she wouldn't bother.

However, seeing Green's sneaky look, Peggy couldn't help but wonder: Does love need to be so hidden?

And this is Ravenclaw's dormitory, and his girlfriend is Ravenclaw?

Green stood at the back of the Ravenclaw dormitory building, leaning against a tree trunk with his hands in his pockets, like those boyfriends who were waiting for their girlfriends.

It's just that this boyfriend is hiding under a tree, so it's not easy for his girlfriend to see.

Up to now, Peggy's heart has turned cold.What is this, the same routine as yourself?

Gritting her teeth, she decided to stay a little longer, at least to find out who the Ravenclaw girl was.

As a result, there was a very magical scene: Green hid and waited for his girlfriend, and Peggy also hid aside, waiting for the ex-boyfriend's girlfriend.

In the evening, the temperature dropped sharply. Peggy rubbed her hands and felt that the temperature in the entire Ravenclaw area was lower than that in Hufflepuff.

Just when she was about to give up, Green moved!

As if suffering from amnesia, he took a step forward, gestured to the air, said something, then squatted down again, and took out an empty crystal bottle.

Before Peggy could see clearly, Green got up quickly and left without haste.

……

Ravenclaw dormitory.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Alice started spinning in circles, "I'm going to have Charms class tomorrow, how could it disappear?"

For five years, Carrie said that this was the first time she saw Alice throwing things, especially study notes.

"Recall carefully, when was the last time you saw it?"

"Last time?" Alice continued to circle around, the blue headband dangling in front of her eyes, and she was thrown behind impatiently, "I reviewed it this morning, and then I rushed to the experiment."

She didn't know how many times she looked at the bookshelf, and she was disappointed to find that the notes of Charms just disappeared out of thin air.

"Then what should I do? Doesn't this note count as part of the school year's grade?" Carrie then searched for it on the bookshelf.

Since the emergence of research-based teaching, professors have been doing more and more tricks.

Professor Snape felt that the students' papers were really horrible, and he counted the usual homework as part of the grade.Professor McGonagall felt that practice was more important, and recorded the operation exercises in the classroom into the assessment.

Perhaps because he didn't want to fall behind, as the head of Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick announced at the beginning of the semester that he would regularly check class notes.

"Why don't you ask other houses?" Carrie suggested, "Since you are taking Hufflepuff in this year's Charms class, I'll ask Andrew to go to Slytherin for you to ask."

It is also a way, not in the same class, after all, the dean collects notes at different times.

However, after hesitating for a moment, Alice shook her head and refused after thinking about it: "The dean is not stupid, it's too risky to do so."

I don't know when the notes will be checked and sent out. If it is delayed for a week, the original owner of the notes will not be able to hand in the notes.

"Then what should I do? Tell the dean that the notes are lost? Will he believe it?"

"It can only be like this." Alice gritted her teeth, "It's not a big problem, the dean knows that I have the habit of taking notes."

……

Hogsmeade, Shrieking Shack.

"You are a lunatic!" Looking at the smug red-haired woman in front of him, Green was about to go mad, "What if we are found out?"

"How could it be? It's just that I lost a notebook." Rita Skeeter adjusted her glasses with a mocking expression on her face, "Do you suspect that someone has sneaked into your dormitory if you lose a book?"

Green couldn't refute for a while.

Rita was proud: "Since children are so timid, don't worry about adults' business."

Taking a deep breath, Green tried his best to maintain his aristocratic demeanor: "Don't forget, we can't cause trouble at Hogwarts."

"So I just burned her notes." Rita's eyes flashed with anger, "Although nothing can be found, Alice Hall must have an inseparable relationship with the whistleblower."

Now she can't touch Hogwarts students, but she will not let anyone else go, especially that idiot writer.

"Only this time, never again." Green suppressed his anger, "You have to remember that your main task is to lurk in Hogwarts without being discovered."

"Apart from this, do nothing!" he finally emphasized.

"Yes yes yes, I promise there will be no next time." Rita took out the parchment and wrote something, with a look of not paying attention to other people.

Just kidding, it's just that she has a few years more seniority than herself, and it's already a face for her to listen to his command.

"You need to know your identity." Green pointed out, "If something happens again, no one can protect you."

A mistake, the quill pen drew a big slash on the parchment, Rita smiled and raised her head: "How did I hear that you were asked by Dumbledore to talk to you, and because of this, the higher-ups gave you a stern warning? "

A disgusting reporter, Green's face froze, and then changed the subject: "This is not your business, in short, you just need to be careful and keep it secret."

Keeping smiling as Green left the Shrieking Shack, Rita rolled her eyes wide.What kind of airs does a declining nobleman put on.

However, her eyes rolled, and the reporter's intuition told her that this Green must be hiding something.

I kept saying that I should pay attention to concealment, but in fact I ran to play love games, and there was a lot of trouble.

The excuse given was to better cover the identity, but the result was a thorough investigation by Dumbledore.

"This is a good opportunity." Rita muttered to herself, "It's better if he has problems, and if there are problems, it means I have the opportunity to go further."

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