Transfiguration office.
Although Professor McGonagall was extremely angry, she was more concerned about whether Sean was injured.
Then she put Dragon Analysis Notes into Sean's hand with the coldest face, and after a brief conversation with Professor Flitwick, she asked Sean to be locked up with her for half a month.
Sean kept nodding. The professor who thought of something sighed and gently pushed Sean out of Transfiguration office.
door.
Sean was surrounded just after he came out.
Hermione gave him a big hug, then Harry, and finally Ron.
"You shouldn't do this."
Hermione said intermittently, her eyes were still a little red.
Harry and Ron did not speak, but they wanted to express the same meaning.
Sean thought for a while, then looked at Justin who was holding his arms and smiling, and said:
"This was Justin's idea."
People like Hermione don't believe it. Everyone knows that Justin's idea is to follow Sean.
Sean knew that he couldn't leave the corridor without saying anything, so he said slowly:
"Well, because we are friends."
Then while the little wizards were stunned, they left the corridor.
When the deduction of points spread to the four colleges, everyone had nothing to compare and criticize. They were only a little curious, why did Green violate the school rules?
The explanation came from inside Ravenclaw,
I don't know what was spread, I just know that everyone who heard it shut their mouths about spreading rumors.
In this Gugu weird atmosphere.
Sean is about to leave for the Alchemy Conference.
He came out of Alchemy office with a little excitement - his ceremony was complete!
He lacks nothing!
Although it is only a Little Fire Dragon, one day he will be able to make a real Dragon Biscuits.
Moreover, Little Fire Dragon Legion is also the Fire Dragon Legion.
Venom Fang and Fireball don't know how to reason with wizards.
In the corridor.
The invitation was shaking slightly, and Sean looked at it under the swaying candlelight:
[Under the light of Ether, magic is like flowing silver thread.
Alchemy Masters shuttle through ancient runes, but no one knows where they are.
So, we come for the future of magic--
International Alchemy Convention,
tomorrow,
Waiting -
The future you hold hostage]
The invitation letter was completely heated and turned into something like a contract.
Sean felt curiously for a while, there was a distant place that seemed to have a vague connection with him.
Just as he was about to return to Hope Cottage and organize his belongings, he bumped into Harry. At this moment, Harry was lying next to a door, looking attentive.
Sean remembers that Harry has been studying hard these days.
The five of them are always together, reviewing late into the night every day, trying to remember the complicated Potions formula, the magic and spells, and the date of the major magic invention and Goblin Rebellion...
Sean thought nothing could interfere with their determination to achieve good results with their friends.
As Sean got closer, you could hear the sound of a person sobbing and crying in the classroom in front of him. It was Professor Quirrell.
"I-I can't do this... can't do this... please..."
He seems to be threatened by someone...
Near the door, Harry frowned.
Professor Snape is keeping a close eye on Professor Quirrell, and he may even be threatening Professor Quirrell.
But Professor Quirrell seemed to have no intention of giving up at all, and he did not agree to Professor Snape's request.
Listening to his voice, Harry knew what a person would do when he was forced to do nothing.
The danger to Professor Quirrell was greatly increased. Harry took three steps at a time and left the corridor in a hurry.
He took out the Plan Map that Sean gave him, and then touched a place on it.
In an instant, Harry's name lit up in red on the entire map, and at the same time, everyone's names lit up in red.
A few words appeared above Harry's name: "Emergency Round Table Council".
That's right, he evoked the roundtable using Plan Map.
Behind Harry, Sean silently put down the slightly trembling map.
He watched Professor Quirrell hurried out of the classroom, adjusting his scarf. His face was pale, as if he was about to cry, and he strode out of Sean's sight.
Professor Quirrell, Sean don't know if he has been completely controlled by Voldemort.
But looking at the turban that he had never taken off, Sean knew that at least for now, the professor had not gone to look for Headmaster Dumbledore.
I hope that before Forbidden Forest, before Unicorn laments, everything can be restored...
Professor Quirrell walked in a hurry to the shadow at the end of the corridor.
His body was shaking. There was always a piece of Squirrel Biscuits in Defense Against the Dark Arts Office. The words [Easter happy] on it seemed to have been rubbed away, leaving only the words [resurrection].
He sat in a place where no light came in and began to correct his homework timidly.
After a while, he wrote a big "O" on the two words Sean·Green without hesitation, and then quickly took it away, staring at the words Harry Potter.
He usually couldn't say a few words, but now his heart was churning.
Troll, he introduced it to create chaos, that's just a reasonable reason.
What kind of Troll is needed to create chaos in the castle guarded by the greatest White Wizard...
And he himself, a Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, was frightened and fainted by Troll, how ridiculous it was...
Just like he is now.
...Snape pressed closer and closer... The great master wanted him to drink Unicorn Blood again.
He thought he had no choice.
But now, it seems there is a slight possibility.
What should he do?
Dumbledore turned a blind eye to his faint cry for help. Will he make the same mistake again?
Unicorn, that is the purest animal...
Professor Quirrell seemed to have made a decision. When he went out, he bumped into Harry who was caught off guard and "passing by".
His hand was placed on Harry's hand, but nothing strange happened.
The "second round table meeting" started from the words of Harry who walked into the hut in a panic.
They confirmed the increased danger of Professor Quirrell, but they were unable to grasp the handle of Professor Quirrell.
And at this critical moment, Sean is leaving, Dumbledore is leaving, and what is even more disturbing is that Harry and their confinement are also about to begin.
The weather has deteriorated visibly to the naked eye. Great Hall The ceiling has become darker and gloomier than a while ago, and raindrops pattered on the windows high up.
The whole castle seemed to be caught in a stormy atmosphere.
In this precarious situation, they watched Sean leave Hope Cottage in silence, with reluctance and uneasiness.
As soon as he left, the wind seemed to get louder. It roared and blew Snapping Vine into a "squeaking" noise.
Harry let go of his clenched hand and saw a few big words on the note in his hand:
[Your confinement starts at eleven o'clock tonight. Find Mr. Filch at the Entrance Hall.
Professor McGonagall]