In Hogwarts Castle, although there will be a blazing fire in Common Room and Great Hall,
But it was still bitingly cold in the drafty corridor, and the window glass in the classroom was rattled by the biting cold wind.
But the worst thing was not the corridor, but Potions Classroom. After all, a cloud of white mist formed in front of Sean as soon as he took a breath. After the steaming crucible was extinguished, Sean shivered a little - his sweater was not very warm.
Sean feels that the only difference between himself and Headmaster Dumbledore at this moment is that the principal needs woolen socks, while he needs a warm sweater.
Sean's thoughts were a little wandering. He suddenly thought that Mrs. Weasley would often give sweaters to children (including Harry) at Christmas. Then I thought about Headmaster Dumbledore saying that what he saw in front of Mirror of Erised was wool socks, but they were actually sheep·Gellert·Grindelwald·wool socks.
Professor Snape looked at Sean's notes coldly. His eyes changed from cold and disdainful to suppressed surprise and surprise, and finally turned into completely emotionless:
"You should know that this... is very precious."
Professor Snape's voice is eerie.
Sean nodded.
"Idiot! Ignorant idiot! I don't think you understand the value of it at all! It's like a Muggle holding a wand, but you don't know the magical power it contains!"
Professor Snape roared, the source of his anger Sean once again could not figure out.
He silently opened the book "Advanced Potion-Making", and the writing inside was clearly visible:
[Libasiu·Borachi's greatest achievement is no longer the discovery of the Potions ritual and Will Guiding Method,
Instead, it continues Trail of Truth and completely hands it over to the successor]
The final sound of Professor Snape was stuck in his throat. He glanced at that sentence and was about to speak when he saw the next sentence:
[Infinite distance, endless truth... you should know that they are being born in your hands]
Professor Snape's anger gradually subsided, and after it subsided, there was an extremely depressed whisper:
"If you knew, Sean·Green, you wouldn't expose it..."
He stared at Sean coldly, as if he wanted to see through his heart.
Sean remained unmoved, he just said softly:
"Professor, the truth is, only you know."
Professor Snape's sarcastic mouth froze, and he stared at the student who was in the dark with him. I was a little... at a loss for a moment.
"Huh - you mean..."
After a long silence, Professor Snape asked again with a gloomy face.
Sean nodded silently.
"Do you think... everyone is trustworthy?"
Professor Snape's voice seemed to come out from between the teeth.
He seemed to be scolding Sean, and he seemed to be scolding himself for trusting Voldemort in vain.
"Listen to me! Sean·Green, you are not allowed to reveal this note to anyone! If you dare to do that..."
He held the note and threatened.
The student in front of me... is ridiculously stupid, ridiculously stubborn, and... ridiculously pure.
When Sean left Dungeon with brisk steps, the eyes behind him kept falling on him.
Snape cannot describe these feelings, these feelings that he hates, despises... and fears——
This fool trusted him.
His eyes dim——
The bitterness and unwillingness that had been sealed to the point of rusting came to my mind.
To say it's awkward is too cruel and inhumane.
Probably because the sufferings of the past want to scare the... hopes of the present.
in the corridor.
The chattering portraits on the wall in the past have all fallen into a deep sleep, some snoring slightly, some with their hats tilted, their saliva almost dripping to the edge of the frame.
Looking at Sir Cadogan who was drooling while waiting for him to fall asleep, and then looking at the two ladies who were sleeping, Sean sometimes felt that they could play together because they had the same "preferences".
Several torches inserted into the iron brackets were still burning, casting swaying, long and short shadows, making the ancient carvings and Tapestry patterns on the wall seem to come alive, and the shadows swayed with the candlelight.
Sean is used to walking at night, except it's a little cold.
Sometimes Mrs. Norris will come to accompany him for a while, and then Justin's dried fish comes in handy.
Relying on the dried fish, Sean can touch Mrs. Norris's head, which adds a lot to Fantastic Beasts's closeness.
But the lady is obviously not here today.
Around the corner, there was suddenly an extremely subtle rustling sound.
Immediately afterwards, three small figures wearing wizard robes slipped out from behind the broad base of the armor.
The boy in the head has messy blond hair, and the freckles on his face are particularly obvious due to excitement and nervousness. Holding his wand tightly, he cautiously stuck his head out and looked towards both ends of the corridor.
"Qing... is it clear?"
the little boy asked breathlessly, his voice shaking badly.
The blond boy didn't look back, he just nodded vigorously and made a "Follow up" gesture behind him.
"Filch must be taking a nap with Trophy Room downstairs. You know, he usually takes a rest at this point..."
He lowered his voice, with uncontrollable excitement in his voice,
"Also, I saw with my own eyes that Mrs. Norris also went there."
There are many little wizards in Hogwarts who want to wreak havoc in Filch's office, but the ones who really dare to take action are usually Gryffindor.
Sean was about to walk away, but they suddenly mentioned Dungbombs.
This made Sean pause.
Dungbomb, one of the items sold by Zonko's Joke Shop, is a magical stink bomb that emits a putrid smell, invented by Alberic Groening in the 1880s.
It is one of the worst prank toys, and even touching Dungbomb will make your hands dirty.
Sean imagined the scene of Mr. Filch erasing Dungbombs, and walked much faster.
But he was still late.
When Mrs. Norris screamed, those brave little wizards were actually ready to unleash their magic on Mrs. Norris.
Although it is only Water-Making Spell, it is not pleasant to be splashed with cold water when winter is about to begin.
"Ag—uamen—ti! (Water-Making Spell!)"
Sean saw the leading wizard waving his wand, although he even made the wrong sound.
Mrs. Norris was so frightened that he hurriedly ran towards the door, and was then naturally picked up by Sean.
"Finite Incantatem. (Finite.)"
Sean waved his magic wand, and Mrs. Norris breathed on Sean's shoulder.
"No! Run!"
The boy who was the leader of the three men let out a low cry and quickly ran out of the Filch office.
"It's not fun to bully someone who doesn't know magic, sir."
Sean blocked the door.
This also made the three little wizards suddenly open their teeth and claws.