For a long time, Sean didn't see Sir Cadogan. He once again walked through the castle habitually for a while, which was always something that didn't exist in his time plan.
But now, a vague worry made him walk several more corridors.
"Little Green, please stop Jazz!"
At this time, Violet in a white bottoming skirt appeared in the rice field painting.
"Violet."
Sean greeted him politely, and then listened nervously to Violet's explanation of Sir's glorious deeds in the past few days.
He was locked in a painting in the corridor, always chattering. For three days in a row, he was not seen. Only the occasional poetic voice came out, accompanied by screams.
When Sean quietly entered Dungeon, a senior Slytherin had just finished cooking Potions. He looked nervously at Sean and Dungeon for a few more times, and then left Dungeon as if running away.
Sean found Sir Cadogan's portrait at a glance. He was being tied to a wooden stick by a pile of Troll. If the fire below had not been lit, Sean suspected that the next time he saw Jazz, he would be in Troll's belly.
Even though he was bruised and swollen and in danger, Jazz was still shouting:
"Last year, I respected fine wine;
This year, I watch as hope triumphs over prejudice;
Last year, I stared into the flames,
This year, I'm kebab...
Ah - now, I am a lion looking up,
Totally lost in the care of hope. "
The ladies followed Sean. They threw some pieces of meat to lure Troll away, and then spent a lot of effort to drag him away.
"Jazz, keep your voice down! Just think of it as doing me a favor!"
Violet said through gritted teeth.
"Of course, my lady. Rule 4 of the Code of Chivalry: Always give aid to ladies."
Sir Cadogan's voice was quieter at this time, but she was still singing like a mantra:
"Hear me, you stubborn donkey stuck in the mud pit:
For now, stop being sad.
Listen to the blessings as they scatter their petals around you. "
At this time, the sound of a jar breaking came from the depths of Dungeon, and Jazz suddenly panicked:
"Madam, walk faster! Walk faster!"
Seeing his panic, Violet burst out laughing, while Fat Lady blocked his mouth with an apple.
By the way, he blocked his mouth with an apple and said:
"Little Green, you are always willing to forgive a fat woman biting an apple, right?"
Sean said seriously:
"Yes, ma'am, I still trust you."
"Oh - child -"
Fat Lady wet the corners of his eyes.
When they walked out of Dungeon, Sean didn't ask Jazz why he sang for several days in a row, he just said:
"Sir, you have helped enough."
Jazz's nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He grimaced in pain and did not speak.
It wasn't until Sean rushed to Alchemy office that he muttered:
"—What a wonderful opportunity, two children with the noble qualities of knights—oh, loyalty, and courage—"
There was wind and snow falling outside the house, and Sean was about to go upstairs. He didn't notice a thin line spreading from Dungeon to the warm palm, and spread out into Parchment between Professor Terra's fingers.
[Sean·Green].
Among all the first-year students, he is extremely outstanding and is favored by several professors.
Even that Potions Professor...
This is normal. A Alchemy Master is always good at almost all branches of magic. Only then was he able to meet the mysterious Alchemy.
But that kid, he seemed to be too outstanding.
Professor Terra It's been a long time since I've seen such a talented but low-key and pragmatic child - it's not easy to stay in Greenhouse for several months, especially in such bad weather as Scotland.
Her indifferent expression gradually faded, but she was still very confident. Among all branches of magic, only alchemy was the miracle that could change the world.
But it's not enough...
Meanwhile Hope Cottage.
A group of people gathered in front of the fireplace, and the sound of Justin was accompanied by the crackling sound of burning and slight breathing.
"Hope Cottage is a hidden place. Although Mr. Owl will not allow others to come in, we cannot cause any more trouble to it;
If someone wants to introduce members to join, everyone must agree;
The room itself is a gift given to nurture and store hope, so get it? If you want to have fun, you have to go to Common Room..."
Justin made several demands in one breath, and these demands were generally recognized by everyone.
As the conversation progressed, Harry and Ron felt like they had truly joined here. They listened to every word and did not dare to miss a word.
"If any member of Hope Cottage is in trouble, please help if you can. Even if it is a mistake, we will make it together until the end."
Justin's words made everyone a little excited, and he continued,
"In the cabin, please trust your companions."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
So his light blue eyes showed just the right amount of gentleness and determination.
"We are partners, everyone, and when a partner makes a decision, whether he says or does something in the cabin that no one understands -
We all just need to be supportive, and that's where partners come in. "
After saying these words, Harry and Ron simply felt that they had been given a great gift.
They were actually partners—gosh, they were completely trusted in this house.
Hermione and Neville were both a little dazed, and Harry and Ron felt as if they had been sublimated.
"Yes..."
Hermione is a little uneasy instinctively. She trusts Sean and Justin, and maybe one more Neville can be added, but for the remaining Harry and Ron, she doesn't know what to say.
But when she thought of the two people Halloween Eve rushing out from behind the door, she suddenly seemed to be able to accept it.
"My mother told me: Trust is not absolute, that is absolute distrust. The price of deception is expensive, no matter which party it is, because it means that for the party who was deceived, he can no longer trust his companion."
Justin seemed to be mumbling to himself.
His words fell heavily in the hearts of Harry and Ron. When they thought of paying the price, they would rather face Troll themselves.
This conversation did not last long, because when Sean walked up to Moving Staircase and looked at the kind professor, Hogwarts was being submerged in snowflakes, and the sound of rustling filled Hope Cottage, making everyone who had faced Troll together... their breaths were imprinted with each other's heartbeats.
Justin took out a well-preserved piece of paper, which contained the lingering words of his mother:
[My child.
Trust is a house with countless windows.
Its rooms are like cedars,
The sloping sky is its eternal roof.
Its visitors are the most noble.
Its use is this:
Use your little hands - to collect heaven]