Hermione ran so resolutely that even her schoolbag scraped hard against the stone wall at the corner, but it didn't stop her.
In the blink of an eye, she turned into Spiral Staircase leading to Astronomy Tower.
The hurried footsteps in the corridor gradually faded away, and finally became completely silent.
Several senior students holding heavy books were leaning against the wall, looking at each other, not understanding what was happening.
Ron The textbook in his hand fell to the ground, and he forgot to pick it up for a while.
The red-haired boy stared blankly at the end of the empty corridor, his mouth half-open, as if someone had hit him head-on with a silent Petrificus Totalus.
Right in front, the Parchment in Draco's hand has been crumpled into an unrecognizable ball of waste paper, with veins popping out on his hand.
In the center of the storm, with everyone watching, Gavin scratched his nose and slowly put his hands back into his robe pockets.
Then, he looked at Harley and Ron.
After a long while, I choked out a sentence--
"Are you still going to eat?"
"..."
No one expected that it took a long time to do it--
Is this what he cares about most?
At this moment, Harley moved.
The girl came closer excitedly, her emerald green eyes bright and frightening.
She poked Gavin hard with her elbow, her tone full of exclamation:
"It's really yours! Gavin!"
Gavin turned his head to look at her, not knowing why.
Harley looked at him up and down and circled around him, marveling at him, as if he was tasting a new species:
"Yesterday at noon on Long Table, Ron and I just told you about her daily schedule and hobbies. It's only been a day, and you're asking her to confess her feelings in front of the whole school?"
Draco on the side heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank, he looked at the two people in shock, his face became paler.
Gavin twitched his lips. "Harley, those are angry words."
"The angry words are also directed at you." Harley glanced at Draco, "Some people don't even have the 'like' to say angry words. More than two years of experience is not as good as one day of yours!"
Draco closed his eyes, clenched his hands tightly, and said nothing.
"Harley, you want his life, Avada Kedavra is not what you mean."
Gavin Looking at Malfoy's look, he was really afraid that the girl would piss him off to death on the spot.
Harley also saw the appearance of Draco and snorted proudly. Then, his eyes suddenly stopped at the faint bruises on the corner of Gavin's mouth that had not been wiped clean.
The girl squinted her eyes, and a flash of lightning flashed across her mind, as if she had caught the last piece of the puzzle.
"Wait."
She took a half step back thoughtfully, and suddenly there was a hint of awe in her eyes:
"You are usually blocked and beaten by Goyle every day at Slytherin... Could it be that you are all pretending on purpose?"
"Huh?"
Gavin's face is full of question marks.
Harley felt that he had completely figured it out and nodded to himself:
"Hermione has the softest heart. When Malfoy was scratched by Troll when she was in the first grade, she felt uncomfortable for a long time. If you go to class with injuries all over your body every day, can she look at you the same way?"
Ron next to him finally recovered from his sluggishness, but then he fell into an even greater confusion.
The red-haired boy looked at Gavin, then at Draco's right hand, and suddenly blurted out:
"... So there is a use for being beaten in daily life? No wonder Malfoy is always wearing a bandage recently..."
"Weasley!"
Draco's voice sounded like it was squeezed out of a crack in the ice.
The boy clutched the piece of waste paper tightly, his nails almost digging into his palm.
He glared at Ron fiercely, then turned sharply to Gavin by the door, his face was pale, and an extremely ugly sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Slytherin When will it be your turn--"
"If you don't act so weird, I think he's much stronger than you!"
Harley interrupted him unceremoniously, and even deliberately stretched out his hand to push Gavin:
"Why are you still standing here? She's going to Astronomy Tower. If you move faster now, you can definitely catch her on the steps."
Draco's words were suddenly stuck in his throat, and his eyes began to become bloodshot as he stared at the black-haired boy.
Gavin The corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Enough is enough, Harley, stop talking.
Ministry of Magic is still counting too early, give Harley two more minutes, Unforgivable Curses will have the fourth one soon.
I saw the blond boy's face turn from white to green, then from green to black, staring at Gavin, and suddenly roared:
"How dare you move and try?!"
After saying this, Draco seemed to realize that he had lost his temper, and seemed to be afraid that Gavin would really pursue Hermione.
Without looking at the others, he shook Robes away, gritted his teeth and quickly left in the direction Hermione ran away.
The sound of leather shoes on the stone steps was urgent and heavy, and disappeared behind the corner in the blink of an eye.
The few spectators in the corridor saw that there was no fun to be seen, so they sighed regretfully and dispersed in a sparse manner. Before leaving, there were still people who were guessing who Hermione liked.
Gavin stood next to Stone Pillar and said helplessly:
"Harley, you are thinking too much. I said being beaten is for cultivation and is just a means of enjoying hardship."
He pointed at himself.
"As for what Hermione said just now, she was just forced by Malfoy, so she grabbed a brick and threw it at her. I am that brick."
Harley rolled his eyes, obviously not believing a word:
"Come on, then why not arrest Ron instead of Neville, but why arrest you instead?"
Gavin was fucked in silence, and suddenly found that these words sounded familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere.
"Because--I'm different?"
"Yes!"
The girl threw her schoolbag over her shoulder and reached out to grab Ron, who was still looking for Quill on the ground:
"Let's go, Ron! Go to Astronomy Tower, don't let that guy Malfoy catch up and talk nonsense."
"Hey, wait, my Ink Bottle--"
The two left noisily.
West Tower The front door was finally empty.
Gavin put on his schoolbag and was about to take a step when his eyes stopped on the inside of the door.
Daiya·Rowle is standing in the shadow of the threshold.
The boy with short blond hair was holding a thick book of attendance in his hand, with a cold expression as if he had just been fished out of Cellar. His light gray eyes were still looking at Gavin motionlessly, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Gavin suddenly felt that should I explain?
Now that he is using the body of Gavin, it seems not good to mess up the interpersonal relationship?
For this reason, he specifically asked Gavin in his mind.
"No, no, no, you really don't need it Gai-ge." Gavin was very flustered, "I really don't like men."
"Haha." Gavin suddenly felt a little dissatisfied, "How can you assume other people's gender? This is discrimination."
"Ah?"
Now Gavin is even more confused.
Gavin didn't explain it directly. Some things are interesting only if I explain them myself.
Since Gavin doesn't understand, there's no need for him to expose it now.
Leave some space for the two of you.
Gavin raised his eyes and looked at the young man by the door, and their eyes met in mid-air.
Daiya did not speak, but pursed his lips tightly. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked in the opposite direction indifferently.
Gavin shook his head, everyone seems to be not very honest, can't they just play straight?
At this moment, Gavin's hesitant voice sounded from deep within his consciousness:
"Gai-ge..."
"What's wrong?"
"You just said... you can't just assume other people's gender. I thought about it." Gavin paused, his tone full of confusion, "Daiya·Rowle... Isn't he just a man?"
"Really?" Gavin replied casually.
Is the silly boy finally going to find out?
But suddenly there was no sound in my mind.
After a full five seconds, Gavin's voice suddenly sounded, and even his breathing started to tremble:
"...Gai-ge, the 'other people' you mentioned... couldn't it be yourself? I don't think I've ever asked you..."
Gavin's footsteps going downstairs stopped on the stone steps.
"You, you don't... actually... are a girl?!" Gavin's voice was almost crying, "So, I should actually call you... Sister Gai?"
Gavin said nothing.
"Oh my God... Then I took a shower... and changed clothes these two days..." Gavin was completely panicked, "Have you seen everything?!"
Then, he started to bow and apologize in Consciousness Space.
"Sister Gai... I'm sorry... I really didn't mean to..."
Gavin stood expressionlessly on the stone steps, interrupted him, and coldly uttered one word in response:
"Get lost."
Late night, library.
The moonlight passed through the long and narrow window, cutting the two rows of towering Oak bookshelves into mottled shadows. The surroundings were completely silent, except for the faint sound of wind coming from deep in the corridor.
Gavin lay silently in the shadow of the bookshelf, looking straight ahead at the thick brass rope that separated Restricted Section.
His body was shaking unconsciously. That was not his problem, but the owner of the house's.
Deep in his consciousness, Gavin was shaking like a fallen leaf, and his voice was unconsciously lowered:
"Gai-ge... This is Restricted Section. If caught by Madam Pince or Filch, you will really be expelled!"
"Haha, when I sneaked into the kitchen to get Pudding and Seventh Floor Room of Requirement in the middle of the night, I never saw you so scared."
Gavin was immediately speechless. After holding it for a long time, he defended in a low voice with some grievance:
"Then... that's because I promised them!"
"You are just greedy for other people's bodies." Gavin replied in his heart without expression.
Gavin's entire face instantly burned red in his consciousness, and his voice unconsciously became louder:
"I didn't! Not at all! She was sick, I just thought-"
"Shut up, someone is coming."
There was a sudden silence in my mind.
There was a soft sound of footsteps coming from the direction of the front porch.
It was not the shuffling movement of Filch, nor the sharp tapping of heels of Madam Pince. The steps were gentle, steady, and almost silent.
Gavin's right hand was hidden in the cuff, Wand shook slightly.
The coldness of Perfect Disillusionment Charm was like a layer of cold egg white, Silencio sliding down from the top of the head, melting the whole body into the deep dark wood grain of the Walnut Wood bookshelf.
Gavin also helped control his body very tacitly, holding his breath completely and suppressing his heartbeat to an almost dead state. His whole body was like a lifeless stone sculpture.
Under the moonlight, a slender and tall figure quietly turned the corner and came out.
The visitor was wearing a dark gray traveling cloak, his short blond hair shimmered under the cold light, and his face was cold and thin -
It was the Ancient Runes substitute professor who had just taken over, Elliott Vale.
Professor Vale stopped in the aisle three steps away from them.
His light gray eyes glanced around among the shadows of the empty bookshelves, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
But there was no movement near the bookshelf.
After a while, Professor Vale looked away, but did not pull out Wand. After a round of inspection with no results, he walked away.
Gavin breathed a sigh of relief and praised, "You Tortoise-Breathing practiced well."
"Ah? Is this called Tortoise-Breathing? I don't know." Gavin scratched his head.
"... Then what do you think this is?"
"Techniques for not getting beaten?" Gavin was a little confused, "Before I was beaten too much and I didn't dare go back to the dormitory to sleep. Later I discovered that I could actually go back in advance and lie under the bed. They wouldn't notice if I used this trick again."
"... You are really a talent."
It wasn't until he confirmed that the figure had not come back that Gavin moved forward, passing like a ghost through the half-inch blind spot below the warning rope.
The target was clear and he had checked it before.
He stopped at the bottom of the Black Walnut bookshelf in the third row. Wand tapped lightly, and a large book wrapped in mottled and heavy crocodile skin was smoothly pulled out. The falling force was firmly supported by the weak Levitation Charm, and slid into the bottom of Robes's sleeve.
The large gilt characters on the spine of the book have worn away, but are still clearly legible in the moonlight--
"The Calamity of Quicksand".
After succeeding, Gavin did not stay for a moment and quickly evacuated the library under the cover of night.
Today's behavior is indeed a bit risky, but as time goes by, the risk of his exposure will become higher and higher. It is better to take a gamble. Sitting back and waiting for death is not his style.
What he needs is speedrunning.
Seventh Floor, Room of Requirement.
The flames in Fireplace danced quietly, dispelling the chill of the cold late autumn night.
Gavin spread the heavy "The Calamity of Quicksand" in the center of the low table, next to it were two clean Parchment and one Quill.
Gavin Seeing that he finally landed safely, he poked his head out of the depths of his consciousness with lingering fear and looked at the yellowed and brittle pages:
"Gai-ge... can this book help you find a way to go back?"
"Not necessarily." Gavin turned over the yellowed pages of the book, "I have to take a look first."
This is a Time-Turner accident record and warning record compiled privately by a Department of Mysteries researcher in the early 19th century. It is filled with all kinds of shocking experimental tragedies, and even records the various consequences of those wizards who crossed the safety boundary before Croaker's Law was established.
"Croaker's Law" was summarized and established by Department of Mysteries, a senior Unspeakable who has studied time magic all his life--Professor Saul Crocker.
The core rule is that, without seriously harming the time traveler himself or the law of time itself, the maximum time limit that can be safely backtracked is approximately five hours.
Violating this principle can lead to many accidents and accidents.
The witch Héloïse Mintab was accidentally thrown back to 1402 during a time experiment that broke the limits, and was trapped there for five full days.
When Department of Mysteries rescued her back to 1899, her body endured five centuries (500 years) of rapid aging in an instant. Her body was irreversibly destroyed, and she died soon after at St. Mungo's Hospital.
Her five-day stay in ancient times seriously disrupted the fate of the people she met, causing at least 25 of her descendants to disappear out of thin air (never born) after returning to modern times.
In the following week, the law of time collapsed seriously:
The following Tuesday lasted two and a half full days, while Thursday flew by in just four hours.
This all sounds completely unphysical, but it happens.
When he turned to page 47, Gavin's hand stopped on the page.
The book records a malfunction of a magical instrument in 1865:
When a researcher was debugging the early Time-Turner, the Gears was blocked, causing the sand to stagnate, and then caused an overload explosion of the Magic. The subject disappeared in reality and was found in another place a few months later. He was eventually judged to have "severe memory disorder" and insisted that he had experienced a completely different family history.
This is highly consistent with the phenomenon he encountered in Headmaster's Office.
Gears rotated, the hourglass stagnated, the golden sand stood still, and then there was a crushing impact.
"The converter failed, throwing me into a parallel historical tributary?"
Gavin tapped the paper twice with the tip of his pen and immediately rejected this most intuitive inference.
No.
If there was just something wrong with the magic weapon, judging from the description of the event, it should be a whole intact body that fell into this world, rather than just the consciousness being shaken away and entering the body of Gavin.
Not this.
He continued to flip through it, but found no similar examples.
It wasn't until page 672 that a handwritten marginal annotation caught his attention.
The text is very short and is not even included in the main text. It is just an experience memo casually added by the recorder next to several failure cases:
"Anyone who has received magic involving the soul, the retrospective results should be recorded separately. Such subjects are easily disconnected from their mind and body during the reverse time curse..."
Gavin's fingers turning over the book suddenly stopped.
Magic involving the soul?
He stared at the slightly faded line of small characters, his brows slowly frowning.
He has not used his own soul to make Horcrux, nor has he modified his own soul, but when it comes to "the strangeness that the soul has experienced"--
Could it be said that the river water of Alaya Consciousness?
He once poured river water into his eyes for experiments.
In Azkaban, in order to counteract the side effects of Dragon Blood, he even immersed himself in the river and allowed himself to be washed away by the endless river water.
The river water briefly dissolved his self-boundaries, and even made him almost forget who he was.
But the benefits are also obvious. His Magic skyrocketed and his vision changed.
At that time, he had doubted in his heart:
Are there really no side effects to all this?
Although he confirmed that he was conscious, he also confirmed that there were no other changes in himself.
But who would check to see if they can go back to yesterday after taking a shower?
Gavin's fingertips tapped lightly on Parchment.
Normally, the body and consciousness operate naturally on the regular time line and live in peace.
But once Time-Turner is forcibly moved, the body retreats in the flow of time, but the soul washed away by Water of Alaya Consciousness does not reset simultaneously due to unknown changes--
Was it the disconnect between the two that caused his consciousness to be violently shaken out of his body?
Gavin took up the pen and wrote this on Parchment, but soon drew a question mark next to it.
This guess is reasonable, but the evidence is insufficient.
Just because the self-boundary has been diluted does not mean that the connection between the soul and the body will be damaged.
More importantly, even if this can explain why the consciousness leaves the body, it cannot explain why one can cross the world or even enter another person's body.
Unconsciously, he had reached the end of the book.
The author discusses a deeper philosophical puzzle in the final chapter:
How does time magic determine that the user before going back and the user an hour ago are "the same person"?
Is it the consistency of the body, or the continuity of the causal chain of the soul?
Gavin looked at the line of words and tapped his fingertips lightly on the edge of the table.
The biggest difference between him and others is that he is an outsider.
A body that belongs to that world contains a soul from another world.
If the underlying logic of time magic cannot recognize this pieced together existence, then at the moment when trying to retrace cause and effect, is there some kind of logical conflict between the past of the body and the past of the soul, which leads to the collapse of the magic weapon?
This seems to perfectly explain why only his soul was blown away.
But he quickly drew a question mark next to it.
The counter-evidence is equally obvious:
In the past three years, there has never been any rejection in the operation of his Magic. The integration of soul and body has been extremely stable. All spells, even Obscurus, have no problems.
Why is there a problem with the reverse time spell sealed in Time-Turner?
There is no answer.
Gavin misses Book of Ten Thousand Spirits Calculation very much now. If it is still there, then I don't have to think about Meditation alone.
Maybe--
Do you want to make one here?
Gavin suddenly had this idea in his mind.
But he was quickly rejected.
Not to mention that Horcrux is considered to be the most evil magic. If it is discovered, without favorability, it may be directly canceled by Old Dumbledore in this world.
Not to mention that there are not so many high-quality souls for him to use in Hogwarts. He can't really refine the entire Slytherin, right?
Gavin looked at the Parchment that was full of handwriting in the back of his mind. After holding it in for a long time, he finally couldn't help but timidly said:
"Gai-ge..."
"Say."
"If... you were really shaken out." Gavin asked in a low voice, "Then why did you fall on me?"
Gavin The tip of the pen paused and he raised his eyes.
A fool will surely gain something after all his worries.
He looked at the three guesses he had written down and suddenly realized that he had been confusing "accident cause" and "location selection" together.
After the accident, he woke up directly in Inner Landscape in Gavin.
And Gavin inexplicably entered Alaya Consciousness when he was nine years old. He has the same appearance and the same name as him, and seems to have some similarity with him?
"Some kind of... resonance?" Gavin whispered to himself.
It's not just an accidental fall in, but a certain frequency anchoring relationship between the two bodies in the gap in time?
Gavin closed the heavy old book and wrote two lines at the end of Parchment:
[1. Borrow Time-Turner from Hermione and confirm whether there is any difference between the mechanical structure and the accident model.]
[2. Investigate Ancient Runes and the protective circuit to find ways to stabilize soul detachment and causal anchoring.]
The Fireplace flame in the room crackled softly, and the jumping firelight illuminated his calm profile.
If you want to go back, you must first solve these two problems.
The next few days were a bit strange on campus.
The dispute in the corridor below the tower that morning did not subside as the parties involved dispersed.
On the contrary, in a place like Hogwarts that lacks entertainment all year round, rumors fermented into several completely different versions at an alarming speed.
The first thing to spread in Slytherin Cellar is the extremely lethal and almost impossible to refute "matchmaker theory".
Because the messenger doesn't even need to make up the dialogue, it's all the truth:
"Malfoy asked her face to face if she liked Gu."
"Granger How did you answer?"
"She said yes."
"What about Gu?"
"Standing nearby, he accepted everything and didn't refute a single word. He even asked when the dinner could start!"
"Opening the banquet?"
"The East is actually called a wedding banquet!"
"Really?"
"It's absolutely true, Rowle was there at the time, and he saw it too!"
So, on that night, the whole matter was spread in Cellar as "Malfoy personally intervened, Granger agreed on the spot, and Rowle notarized the entire process."
Blaise·Zabini ran into Draco with a bad expression in front of the lounge door, and even stopped him slowly, with a puzzled look on his face:
"What did Gu give you?"
Hearing that name, the veins on Draco's temples jumped suddenly. "What?"
"Thank you." Zabini looked at him matter-of-factly, "You asked such an important thing for him, so you can't work in vain, right?"
Draco slammed his shoulders away and walked away, shaking the corner of his robe so much that sparks almost appeared.
He suddenly felt that the whole world was crazy, but in fact, the cold eyes of many Slytherin seniors who originally looked at him had a strange look of awe for "the beauty of adulthood".
Among the students who did not choose Ancient Runes, the rumors naturally slid into an even more bizarre direction.
Some of them had no classes, and when they passed by the door, they heard the words "exchange", "subject", "object", "application rejection" and "write the other person's name" sporadically.
These obscure terms are pieced together, and in the imagination of Pure-blood students, the more they sound, the more they sound like some kind of ancient family engagement settlement.
By the third day, the story had become:
Malfoy handed Granger an ancient marriage contract in court. Granger found that the subject was wrong, so he changed the name of the bridegroom to Gavin.
Marble Staircase At the corner, a portrait knight wearing a ruffled collared dress from the seventeenth century even seriously informed passers-by:
"It is absolutely impossible to change the name of this old Contract. It will cause you to lose your hair and possibly turn around!"
When Hermione heard this, he almost dropped his bag on the portrait in the corridor, and then gritted his teeth and refuted the rumor to the onlookers:
"That's just the admission symbol of Ancient Runes!"
The audience suddenly let out a long sigh of realization, "So Malfoy originally just wanted to be allowed to pursue him? But you wanted to take the opportunity to let him marry you?"
Hermione turned around and left without expression, making a loud clanking sound on the steps.
This version even brought a real aftereffect:
Junior students Hufflepuff and Gryffindor began to refuse to borrow class notes. They were especially wary of anyone trying to leave comments next to their signatures, for fear that they would be legally married if they were not careful.
In contrast, the version circulated on Gryffindor table is purely cheerful and somewhat malicious.
"Granger said she was studying Patronus Charm with Gu."
"Then why is Malfoy going to the abandoned classroom with a cold face?"
"Sparring partner."
Seamus bit Pumpkin Pasty opposite Long Table, and explained to the first-year students seriously:
"He was responsible for standing aside and sneering, pretending to be Dementor, making sure that Granger's mind was full of bad luck and he couldn't think of a single happy thing."
Several eleven-year-old freshmen were dumbfounded. After a long time, a delicate boy took a breath of cold breath believing it was true:
"Oh my god... you have to listen to that Malfoy talk, and at the same time have to maintain Patronus? That is indeed too difficult, Granger-senpai is really not easy."
As for the most outrageous and incredible fourth version, it is entirely based on the rigorous observation of micro-expressions.
Several senior girls analyzed clearly under Owlery:
"You don't understand at all. The person Malfoy likes is actually Gu!"
Those who listened collectively gasped.
"No way? How is that possible?"
The speaker swears:
"When Granger ran away, Malfoy didn't even look over there. Those eyes were fixed on Gu from the beginning to the end."
"Later Potter pushed Gu to chase him, and Malfoy yelled something? 'You dare to move and try'!"
"... Tell me, who does he don't want to let go?"
"Hey--so he actually likes men?"
Although not many people believe this weird inference, it is enough to completely turn the original triangle relationship into a pot of mud.
Even in the library that afternoon, when a sympathetic senior Ravenclaw passed by Long Table where Hermione was, she deliberately stopped and risked being kicked out by Madam Pince. She patted Hermione's shoulder with great pity and comforted softly:
"Don't be too sad, at least... you were the first to say it."
Hermione held Quill and froze there, unable to figure out which language this comfort came from for half a minute.
Four outrageous rumors were swirling around the castle, and no one could tell which one was the truth.
Gavin has no intention of paying attention to these rumors.
He spent all his nights reading "The Calamity of Quicksand", repeatedly deducing the possibility that the reverse time spell only affected the soul.
During the day, I had to go to class step by step, trying to help Gavin regain his confidence, and looking for opportunities to talk to Hermione about Time-Turner.
Unfortunately, we hit a wall at both ends.
Hermione was obviously pushed to the limit by the rumors and began to avoid him in all directions. He would turn corners when he saw him from a distance in the corridor. Arithmancy would rather squeeze in the last row with Parvati than sit within three meters of him.
Gavin This side is even more miserable.
He had made a good promise at night, but as soon as he was in full public view, Gavin's whole body froze into stone, and Wand trembled in his hands like a dead branch in the strong wind.
In Transfiguration's class, Professor McGonagall asked everyone to turn Beetle into buttons.
Gavin's face turned red from holding it back, Wand puffed out a puff of black smoke, Beetle didn't turn into a button, but grew two chicken legs and ran wildly on the table.
"Gai-ge help!" Gavin frantically begged for help deep in his consciousness, almost crying.
Gavin raised his eyelids and could only take over his right hand, Wand knocked it casually in mid-air.
The running monster didn't even have time to jump off the edge of the table before it collapsed in mid-air into a delicate silver button with a hollow pattern.
Professor McGonagall adjusted his glasses and gave Slytherin five points with a complicated expression.
The same is true on Potions Class.
Gavin Cut Sopophorous Bean until juice splashes everywhere, the heat is out of control, and dangerous black smoke is about to emit from the crucible.
Snape Black Robes was about to spray poisonous juice when Gavin instantly changed positions and took over. The silver knife pulled out the residual image, accurately dripped the juice two seconds before the potion was completely destroyed, and pulled it three times clockwise.
The boiling turbid liquid suddenly calmed down into an extremely pure golden green, and the color was even clearer than the standard.
Snape stared at the crucible with a gloomy face for a long time, unable to find a single mistake that would deduct points.
Even when Levitation Charm, which Gavin is best at, was named by Professor Flitwick to demonstrate the translation usage of Levitation Charm, Gavin misfired on the spot due to excessive nervousness, and the feather fell to the ground with a snap.
Gavin just whined in his consciousness, and Gavin waved Wand expressionlessly.
As soon as I saw the feather, it flew up, elegantly drew a double ring on the heads of the whole class, and fell steadily back to the Ink Bottle mouth.
For several days, all the school saw was Gavin·Gu, who was sometimes a ghost or a ghost.
One moment, he was like a sleepwalking beginner who made a mess, and the next moment, he used outrageous ingenuity to forcefully turn the situation around.
The whispers in the castle soon changed completely:
"Did he do it on purpose?"
"Absolutely. Who in the right mind would boil the potion until the second before the furnace is about to explode and then suppress the fire?"
"He's making things harder for himself. Third-grade classes are too boring for him, and he's doing extreme stress tests."
"... Then what happened to him before?"
"I heard that it was done on purpose. Do ascetics understand? This is a means of spiritual practice, to temper oneself through abstinence and endurance of pain."
"Too perverted..."
But there is one thing that the whole school has reached a consensus on: Gavin·Gu is an unfathomable person and must not be messed with.
Outside, others are becoming more and more polite to the name "Gavin·Gu".
But Gavin listened to these discussions deep in his consciousness and was so ashamed that he wanted to bury his head in the ground; Gavin swallowed a mouthful of baked potatoes with an expressionless face, feeling tired.
"Can't you have some snacks?"
"I... I'm nervous..."
"... Sooner or later I will leave one day. I can't take care of you forever, Xu San...Gavin, please be more careful."
Gavin's voice is as small as a mosquito. "Just a few days... a week at most, no, two weeks..."
Gavin sighed and finally did not force Gavin. This kind of thing must be done slowly.
Otherwise, it is very likely that one extroversion will lead to a lifelong introversion.
Seventh Floor Room of Requirement's agreement was fulfilled as usual.
Late every Wednesday night, Gavin goes to the kitchen as usual to get a cup of hot Pumpkin Juice and freshly baked Custard Pudding.
Arriving opposite Tapestry from Seventh Floor Troll-Whacking Barnabas, Gavin handed over control on time and retreated to the depths to close his eyes and rest, regardless of what Gavin said.
Gavin happily went in to deliver the food, while stumbling to talk about trivial topics.
The girl didn't seem to have changed much, she didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, she just chatted in a nonchalant manner, as if this was another world.
Although Gavin had some speculations, he never interfered with Gavin's choice.
This is his life, he has his choice, he is just a passerby.
Just before one of the handovers, a very slight abnormality appeared in the body.
At that time, Gavin was taking over his body, reaching out to pick up the hot pottery cup handed by House-elf from the kitchen, when a chill suddenly appeared on the fingertips of his left hand without warning.
When the fingertips touch the rough clay edge, it feels a little dull to the touch.
Gavin took back his hand and opened his left palm. The skin was not bruised or damaged.
He clenched his fists and moved them a few times. His knuckles became warm, and the dull feeling dissipated. He could only write this down so that he could continue to observe.
Time came, one early morning at the end of September, a Parchment notice was posted on the Entrance Hall Stone Pillar:
With special approval from the school, this Saturday is the Hogsmeade outing day for third grade students.
Different from the original arrangement of Halloween, this is a special event for this semester.
Third-grade students can stay in the village's main commercial street, which is inspected by teachers and Ministry of Magic personnel, as long as they have permission signed by their parents and are registered.
Gavin is no exception. Although he was bullied at school, normal procedures were fine.
Saturday, Hogsmeade.
This is the first time Gavin has come to Hogsmeade in such a long life.
High Street is particularly lively in the autumn wind. The air is filled with the caramel aroma of Honeydukes and the popping sound from Zonko's Joke Shop.
Gavin Two eyes are simply not enough.
He stared eagerly at the screaming candies in front of the window for a long time, and then looked at the hot Butterbeer served in the Three Broomsticks tavern, and couldn't help but whisper in his mind:
"Gai-ge... it's so lively here, do you want to come out and play?"
"No, just play." Gavin's voice was calm and without any waves, "When you've had enough fun, go back and continue the special training."
Gavin felt a chill on the back of his neck and quickly shrank his neck, not daring to bring it up for fun again.
He was about to walk to the Quill store next to him, when he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.
It's Hermione.
The girl held a thick pile of Parchment, lowered her head, and hurriedly avoided the noisy High Street and turned into a remote and dark Gravel Alley.
And in the shadow not far behind her, a figure in a dark cloak was following furtively.
Gavin's heart suddenly tightened.
Could it be that Hermione is in danger? Is it Dark Wizard? Or is it the guy in the school who is seeking revenge?
He subconsciously stepped lightly, hesitated for a while, and then quietly touched up against the stone wall at the entrance of the alley.
Although he is timid, he has courage.
As long as Gai-ge is here, any problem can be solved.
Taking advantage of the shadow cast by the dilapidated sign on the street corner, Gavin poked half of his head out and looked at the following figure while holding his breath.
A section of the moon-white shirt collar is exposed from the edge of the cloak, and a head of meticulously groomed short blond hair is particularly conspicuous in the dim light--
Draco Malfoy.
Gavin suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief and patted his chest.
... I was scared to death, it turned out to be Malfoy.
Since it's a matter between two people, I definitely shouldn't peek here.
Gavin was about to retract his gaze and turn around to leave, but his neck suddenly stiffened.
His whole head seemed to be firmly fixed by an iron vise. He stopped in place without even blinking his eyelids, staring straight at the dilapidated Secondhand Bookshop house with wind chimes deep in the alley.
It was Gavin that took over the neck and sight.
Gavin was a little confused in the depths of his consciousness and asked nonchalantly:
"Gai-ge... Have you changed your mind and want to come out and play?"
"Didn't you see it just now?" Gavin's voice sounded from the bottom of my heart, so calm that it was a little cold.
"Ah? What did you see?"
Gavin blinked and looked hard along his line of sight.
There was nothing in the alley except Hermione who walked quickly into the store and Malfoy who hesitated outside the door.
"What did you see, Gai-ge? Did they kiss just now?"
"..."
Gavin stared at the narrow, dark stone crevice below the threshold of the bookstore, narrowed his eyes, and slowly uttered four words:
"A mouse."