Professor McGonagall stood beside the hospital bed.
Hermione When he woke up, his forehead was still covered with thick gauze.
The girl's fingers tightened on the sheets, and she turned to look at the hospital bed next door to make sure Draco was breathing smoothly, and then she sat up with the bed frame.
Cornelius Fudge stood outside the ward, looking nervous.
He held the dark green round hat in his hand, his forehead was shiny, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked if it was Bellatrix·Lestrange.
"It's Peter·Pettigrew." Draco's hoarse voice came from the hospital bed next to him.
Malfoy family's young master looked pale, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.
Hermione added, "He is still alive. We saw him turn into a mouse with our own eyes."
"This is impossible, he has been dead for a long time, Sirius--" Fudge's eyes widened.
"We saw it with our own eyes! Minister!" Hermione shouted anxiously, "He is an illegal Animagus, he must have survived like this back then!"
Fudge What he wanted to say suddenly got stuck in his throat, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Are you saying that a confirmed dead prisoner who killed the Chosen One and his wife is still alive and well, and he escaped sanctions because Ministry of Magic did not have enough control over Animagus?
The minister was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened, and there was unconcealable anxiety in his tone:
"Two frightened children, Pettigrew's death had been confirmed by Wizengamot many years ago--"
"He admitted it himself!" Hermione raised his voice again.
Fudge walked quickly to the hospital bed, bent down, and spoke in a very low voice, even with a hint of sternness:
"Miss Granger, before Ministry of Magic finds out the truth, I don't want to hear such ridiculous claims from Hospital Wing again."
The entry of Dementor and the jailbreak of Bellatrix have already caused Ministry of Magic to suffer. The minister must not let a "resurrection of the dead" scandal damage the official credibility at this moment.
Professor McGonagall looked at him coldly from the bedside with an unkind look on his face, but in the end he did not choose to argue face to face.
After Fudge hurried away with Auror, the witch took out a Parchment from her sleeve, summoned Patronus and sent Auror Office.
Sirius arrived at Hogwarts that night.
He ignored Fudge's characterization of "frightened nonsense", pulled up a chair and sat beside Draco's bed, writing down the mouse's characteristics, missing claws and attack details one by one.
Then he rushed to Wind Chime Secondhand Bookshop overnight.
The scene has been completely destroyed.
The first batch of townspeople who rushed in to save people moved away the broken tables and boards, and the students who were watching the excitement left numerous muddy footprints outside the door. Some of the scattered pages were even picked up by some good people.
Even so, Sirius still found a narrow and deep flat cut next to the overturned bookshelf column.
There is a very weak smell of Dark Magic at the incision--
Familiar aspects--
Sectumsempra?
This discovery made Sirius frown instantly.
After the two students fell into coma, a third person apparently intervened in the confrontation, and the spark for help was also released by the conscious person.
Severus·Snape?
Sirius searched the ruins for most of the night and returned to the castle at dawn, wrapped in the cold air of late autumn.
On Sunday morning, Great Hall was filled with the aroma of toasted bread and bacon.
When Gavin walked into the aisle of Long Table, he was keenly aware of the strangeness of the surrounding atmosphere.
Slytherin students who usually treat him coldly, today not only did no one block his way, some even silently moved half an inch to the side to make way for an empty seat.
As soon as I sat down, a plate of neatly cut Roast Sausage was pushed next to me, followed by a large glass of freshly poured hot Black Tea.
Gavin moves slightly.
At first, he thought that these people had finally woken up, had a conscience, and wanted to apologize for their previous bullying behavior.
It wasn't until the whispers from the lower grades Long Table floated along the wind that he realized that he had made a mistake.
"... How pitiful..."
"Didn't that Granger shout 'I like Gu' to Malfoy in the corridor a few days ago?"
"Who knew, over the weekend, in the blink of an eye, I and Malfoy would have a private meeting in the most remote alley of Hogsmeade, and both of us were seriously injured and carried into Hospital Wing."
"The minister went there in person and issued a gag order... Tsk, isn't this just stepping on two Broomsticks?"
"No wonder Granger suddenly wants to learn Patronus."
I don't know who suddenly mentioned it. Long Table was silent for half a second, and then someone connected several things together:
"Hogsmeade is full of Dementor outside. She just wanted to go out this time to protect Malfoy, so she deliberately said she likes Gu Xue Patronus."
The other person turned to look at Gavin, his voice lowered unconsciously:
"It's so abominable... He actually used something taught by Gu to protect Gu's love rival."
Gavin stopped taking the tableware for a moment.
Before he could speak, someone two seats away added more outrageous information, as if they were there at the time:
"I heard that when Gu was teaching her, he had to help her recall the happy things she had with Malfoy."
The person next to him shook his head slowly, with a look of sadness and anger on his face, and inserted another Muffin into the Gavin plate.
"It hurts too much."
Gavin glanced at the pile of dinner plates in front of him and finally said:
"Hermione She just went to Secondhand Bookshop to check information."
The boy opposite who was spreading bread was stunned for a moment, and looked at him with even more sympathy:
"That's what she told you?"
"..."
The other person next to him was focused on something else:
"She told you all this? And you still agreed?"
No, do you know too much?
Can cuckoldry counteract blood discrimination?
Gavin Before he answered, a senior student next to him who had been slowly cutting ham spoke without raising his head:
"Don't you understand this? That's how love is. Whatever the other person wants, you will help her get it."
After he finished speaking, he didn't know what he thought of. He sighed, shook his head, lowered his head and continued to spread butter on the toast.
When several lower grade girls nearby heard this, they all turned around and looked at Gavin with complicated expressions.
"It's so touching."
As soon as the clamp clicked, a freshly baked piece of Muffin was clamped into the Gavin plate.
Then comes the second piece.
Gavin looked down at the plate and then at them.
He just said one sentence, and now he has been identified as a dog licker, a laborer, and a tauren lover.
While several people around Long Table were immersed in the story of fulfillment and sacrifice, a boy sitting outside suddenly put down his Pumpkin Juice.
"I don't think it's right."
Several eyes around him turned around.
He wiped the corners of his mouth and spoke slowly:
"Maybe what Malfoy wants is Gu?"
Long Table No one said anything for a moment.
"Granger ran away that day, and Malfoy didn't even look at it. Who was he staring at last?" The boy who made the guess thought more and more seriously, "And who was he shouting at when he said 'you dare to move and try'?"
Someone slowly turned his head and his eyes fell on Gavin's face, thoughtfully.
"That's why the bookstore turned out like that." The boy completed the logic on his own, "Granger thought she was going on a date, but Malfoy told her that he actually liked Gu, so the two started fighting."
Several people frowned, seeming to be trying to match the way Malfoy was pulling out his stick in the corridor with this set of inferences.
Gavin is no longer participating.
He thinks Slytherin has something wrong with his brain.
So, he picked up the Black Tea cup, picked up the plate piled with Muffin, and stood up.
"Borrowed it."
He saw that there was an empty seat diagonally opposite Gryffindor table and Ron, so he walked straight over.
As soon as I took a few steps, there were comments from behind me that were deliberately suppressed but could not contain my excitement:
"Look! I was right!"
"What about Granger? It's too pitiful, isn't it? I would have collapsed if it were me."
"That's right, feelings that are not accepted by the world...Granger collapsed on the spot, so she bombed her favorite bookstore. Look how much she loved reading books before, but now--tsk tsk."
"Ke Gu didn't admit it either."
"Then why did he leave?"
The boy, with a smile of victory, subconsciously put something into the plate, only to find it was empty.
"Where is my Muffin?"
"You just took care of everything. He took it away. Have you forgotten? I thought you didn't like to eat."
"..."
Although Slytherin doesn't have many requirements for meals, you can't just eat Sausage in the morning, right?
The voice was left behind by Gavin, and he never looked back.
In fact, he didn't care about those rumors. He just felt that they were a bit noisy. He just wanted to have a meal. Eating required a good environment.
So just say whatever you like, he already got what he wanted anyway.
Thinking of Parchment translated by Hermione, Gavin couldn't help but smile.
Peter is right, it is indeed a good thing, and part of my idea has been completed.
Next to Gryffindor table, half of Yorkshire pudding is stuffed in Ron's mouth.
Seeing Gavin coming over with a plate, he stuffed the schoolbag next to him under the bench and moved half his body to the side.
"Sit here."
Gavin put down the cup and plate, thinking that he could finally have a quiet meal, but as soon as he sat down, he realized that things were not that simple.
Harley opposite looked at his face and lowered his voice very softly:
"I heard... you were the last to know?"
Gavin The hand holding the cup stopped in mid-air.
"Know what?"
"They made an appointment to go to Hogsmeade together yesterday."
Harley's expression was very serious, and he didn't mean to watch the fun at all.
A few days ago, she and Ron were in the corridor helping Gavin inquire about the whereabouts of Hermione. At this moment, there was only some heavy self-blame in her green eyes.
Gavin's mind quickly went through the pieces of wood flying across the bookstore and the amputated hand.
He was actually the first to know.
And he knows more than everyone in this Great Hall put together, but at the moment, he can't use a word to prove it.
"I did just find out." Gavin twitched the corner of his mouth.
Harley and Ron quickly exchanged glances with expressions of sympathy.
"Don't believe what they said about bombing bookstores," Harley lowered his voice, "Dark Wizard really attacked them yesterday."
Gavin nodded and started eating with satisfaction.
This is a normal human reaction.
But seeing that he remained silent, Harley thought he was sad, and suddenly his expression became extremely serious, even with some sense of Gryffindor's mission:
"But Gavin, don't be discouraged. Sirius told me that when my father chased my mother, the situation was much worse than yours now. My mother also stayed with Professor Snape all day long and didn't even look at my father."
Gavin's eyelids twitched suddenly and he instinctively looked at High Table. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Snape was still there.
Then he looked at Harley with a complicated expression. I have to say that this Harley is indeed very brave.
"So--do you know how my dad became successful?"
Harley lowered his voice, but his eyes were bright.
"How did you succeed?"
Gavin is a little curious, he really doesn't know this.
In the original novel, Lily and James seem to be together inexplicably.
Is the martyr girl afraid of stalking the man? Or is there something else going on?
Seeing his interest, Harley immediately became interested and began to tell him the story he had heard:
"Sirius said that my father led him to block people in the corridor every day, and finally on the lawn next to Black Lake, he used 'Levicorpus' to hang Professor Snape upside down on Beech Tree in front of the whole school! My mother immediately saw clearly who was the truly brave one, and finally married my father."
"Huh?"
Ron was chewing Pudding. When he heard this, his whole body jerked and he almost choked to death on the spot.
Gavin was also dumbfounded.
Is it because of this? Is this right?
Harley nodded extremely seriously and patted Gavin's sleeves.
"So when Malfoy comes out from Hospital Wing, pick a sunny afternoon and go hang him upside down on the lawn. I can lend you Invisibility Cloak to track him, and Ron can help you stand guard. Remember to do it in front of Hermione. It's best to let more people see it."
Haha, then your body will be found the next day, and you will die miserably at Dungeon Classroom, right?
Ron coughed violently while holding down Harley's arm:
"Harley! Shut up! Snape is right there! Do you want Gryffindor to be deducted three hundred points today?!"
Harley was pressed so hard that he shrank his neck, but he still muttered something in a low voice.
"But Sirius said this trick works every time..."
Gavin looked at her expressionlessly. "Sirius seems to be alone now, without even a girlfriend?"
Harley was stunned for a moment. "Ah? It seems like--why do you ask this?"
"So--" Gavin inserted a Muffin, "You want me to learn love skills from someone who has never been in love before?"
"Ah?"
Harley was also stunned and blinked in confusion, not knowing what to say.
Ron took a big gulp of Pumpkin Juice, wiped the cold sweat with lingering fear, turned to Gavin and waved his hand seriously:
"That won't work, so you have to listen to me, Gavin."
Gavin had Muffin in his hand and didn't answer the call immediately.
His intuition told him that where there is Crouching Dragon, there must be Young Phoenix.
He wanted to see what "good ideas" Ron had.
Ron's eyes were shining brightly and he lowered his voice. "Didn't those bastards Slytherin table just say that? What Malfoy really wants is you!"
"So?" Gavin said expressionlessly.
"That's right!" Ron slapped his thigh, his face full of excitement Red Light, "Let's follow this idea - you pretend to chase me!"
Gavin The fork in his hand stopped in mid-air.
Okay, are there any experts?
"Think about it!"
Ron spoke very fast, immersed in the grand strategic blueprint.
"From today on, you will share sausages with me at the Great Hall every day, send me back to Gryffindor Common Room, and Harley will pretend to be heartbroken and wipe away tears!"
"What will happen when Malfoy sees it? He will think that you would rather have me, a poor redhead, than look at him, Malfoy, the young master!"
"What will happen if Hermione sees this? She will find that the two best men in the world have nothing to do with her! This is called spiritual destruction!"
Ron became more and more excited as he spoke. He suddenly grabbed Gavin's sleeves and his eyes even shone with light.
"And! The most important thing is! If the whole school thinks you like me--Professor Snape will think Harley is completely safe!"
"Not only will he no longer try to threaten me with poisoning Scabbers, but in order to reward you for protecting Potter family's little princess, I might as well give Slytherin fifty points on the spot! Brother, this is a win-win! A win-win!"
Harley rubbed his chin and considered carefully for two seconds, his green eyes suddenly lit up.
"... Oh my gosh, Ron, your idea is great! It seems to really work! Sirius will definitely not send you anything that bites Curse next week. He may even use Auror Office's privileges and award you a 'Outstanding Contribution to Safety Medal'!"
Gavin looked at the two Gryffindor in front of him, who seemed to have seen the dawn of world peace, and fell into an unprecedented long silence.
He lowered his head and looked at the Muffin on the plate, and then looked at the Ron with "I can sacrifice my reputation for peace" written all over his face.
"... I just want to have breakfast." Gavin slowly pulled back his sleeves, "Can you two stay away from me?"
Harley immediately touched Ron's arm lightly under the table to signal him to shut up.
"Okay, okay, let's eat."
Ron nodded considerately, stretched out his hand and pushed a can of Blueberry Jam in front of Gavin.
Gavin Look down.
Ron looked at him and spoke cautiously, "You really don't think about--"
"Get lost."
Great Hall In the stone Entrance Hall outside the gate, footsteps hit the stone slab heavily.
Harley's eyes lit up immediately when he saw that figure. "Sirius!"
But Sirius just nodded to her, then walked quickly through the aisle wrapped in a dark gray windbreaker, holding the piece of wood brought back from the bookstore in his hand, and went straight to Snape, who was eating breakfast slowly.
"Severus."
Sirius stopped in front of the stone steps, threw the broken wood directly under the nose of wizard Black Robes, and knocked over the dinner plate. "Tell me, besides using this Spell yourself, who else have you taught?"
Snape stopped in his tracks, his dark eyes swept across the deep cuts on the wooden strips, and his eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.
But he immediately twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a cold tone:
"Auror Office's case-handling skills have now deteriorated to the point of holding a piece of rotten wood and barking around?"
"Stop pretending to me!" Sirius lowered his voice, with a look of venom in his eyes, "Peter is still alive! He attacked Malfoy and Harley's friends in the bookstore, and then was intercepted on the spot using this Spell! Tell me, you must know something!"
However, Snape looked unfazed and even took half a step forward:
"In this case, Director Black, you should use your precious Auror authority to hunt down the murderer - or find the resurrected rat first, instead of coming in front of me and howling with a piece of rotten wood."
"You--"
Their hands touched Wand in the sleeves of the robe at almost the same time.
The smell of gunpowder in the Great Hall went straight to the dome, and several students watching the excitement poked their heads out from the front row, looking at the two of them curiously.
"You two, put Wand away!"
Professor McGonagall A stern voice exploded from the corner of the porch.
The vice-principal walked quickly and stood directly between the two of them. "This is a school, not a duel ground for you to vent your old grudges!"
Sirius stared at Snape coldly, his palm resting on the stick handle for a moment, and finally took a deep breath and withdrew his hand.
He knew that no results could be obtained from the question at the moment, and this was not the right place.
"I'll find out."
After saying that, this Head of the Auror Office turned around and strode towards the main entrance of the castle, the hem of his windbreaker billowing violently in the cold wind.
Gavin looked at his leaving back and smiled.
"Originally I wanted to give it to Neville. Since you are here, I will give this gift to you."
The heavy Oak Door was half open, and the cold wind of late autumn was blowing in from outside.
Sirius had just crossed the high threshold when a very slight sound of loosening suddenly came from above his head.
Snap.
A gray, furry thing fell straight down and hit Sirius on the chest.
Sirius Press the foreign object into the palm of your hand with your backhand.
I originally thought it was some student's prank, or something like Dungbomb.
But what I started with was a ball of warm and heavy flesh.
An unconscious gray mouse, its limbs spread limply.
Sirius looked down.
The moment his eyes glanced at the mouse's right front paw, the man's breathing suddenly stopped.
On that front paw, there was a bare toe missing.
The fracture is smooth and the traces are old.
Peter Pettigrew?!
Sirius The anger on his face completely faded away in an instant, replaced by incredible shock.
The memory of spending time together twelve years ago instantly combined the ugly rat face in front of me with the Azkaban file.
The murderer he had been looking for for so many years just appeared in front of him out of thin air?
What's going on?
Who is it?!
Sirius suddenly raised his head and glanced at the tall and empty lintel stone carving. There were only mottled moss and Stone Gargoyle above the door frame, and there was no one there.
He looked around, but found no trace of anyone.
There are not many wizards in the world who can hide this from themselves. Could it be that--
Dumbledore?
Immediately, he shook his head and denied the speculation.
If Dumbledore, you don't need to do this at all, just tell yourself directly.
There is no answer.
But he can't control that much anymore, it's more important to deal with the prisoners first.
He held the mouse tightly, turned around suddenly, his voice was low and trembling at the same time:
"Minerva."
Entrance Hall heard Professor McGonagall's startled gasping sounds and rapid running sounds.
Then, the whole Great Hall was in a commotion, and the good students from each school wanted to see what was going on. A few Hufflepuff refused to put down their dinner plates and came over to watch the fun.
Deep in the Great Hall, Gavin is still sitting next to Long Table, drinking Black Tea quietly.
Deep in Inner Landscape, Gavin spoke in a low voice:
"Gai-ge... are you really not going to reveal your secret?"
"No," Gavin replied in his mind, "The memory has been processed completely. The mouse only remembers that he was knocked unconscious for no reason, and there is no trace of us at all."
Gavin paused and hesitated:
"I mean... that Levitation Charm, how can you control the thing hanging on the front door even though you are sitting so far away?"
Gavin took a bite of toast and said lightly in his mind:
"When I passed by the Entrance Hall before, I had already stuffed it into the cracks of the stone carvings. I just removed the support."
Gavin blinked in consciousness. "But that's dozens of feet away. Usually when I'm at Room of Requirement, I can't even control a teacup three feet away."
"You're doing it to control accuracy."
Gavin shook his head and corrected.
"To control hundreds of sailors who act independently, each one must maintain precise movements. Naturally, his attention can only be in front of him. But if he is holding a several-weight, unconscious and motionless dead object, allowing it to sway slightly, and only responsible for letting go at the critical moment - the lower the required precision, the further the distance it can be released."
Gavin was thinking vaguely, "So... as long as you don't pay too much attention to it, you can throw it farther?"
"It's almost the same principle, but weight is also the key. If you change the pig, you won't be able to hold it."
The boy in Consciousness Space nodded in understanding.
Entrance Hall The commotion over there was quickly suppressed.
Although the school strictly blocked the news, half a day later, the news that "Peter Pettigrew reappeared and Hogwarts was arrested on the spot" still quietly spread in the castle.
I heard that when Fudge heard the news, his face was said to be uglier than the bottom of the crucible, but he had no choice but to change his story and claim that this was a long-planned trapping operation by Ministry of Magic. He had previously said that the other party was dead, all in order to make him relax his vigilance.
However, among the student community, no one cares about the truth.
The conclusion that everyone is more enthusiastic about is--
"After Hermione begged Harley, Head of the Auror Office personally came to the school to help quell the heated discussion caused by Draco's private meeting with her. To this end, he did not hesitate to use criminals who had already been caught to divert attention."
Gavin completely gave up its defense.
During these noisy and absurd days, his real attention always remained on Gavin's right hand.
But Gavin went through a lot of literature, but the gray and black dead spots on that hand didn't move at all, the movements were stiff and dull, and he couldn't feel any pain.
Until Wednesday night.
Gavin took over the body again and walked briskly through the underground corridor and towards the kitchen.
House-elf neatly put the hot Pumpkin Juice into the insulated Earthenware Jar. Gavin chose a piece of Pudding with the neatest corners. Because the two fingers of his right hand could not bend together, he clamped the Earthenware Jar in his arm and held the porcelain plate firmly with his left hand.
Seventh Floor Troll Tapestry Before I knew it, a whole week had passed.
Gavin These days, all he can think about is Gangrene Pathology and how to borrow Hermione's Time-Turner to find his way home; Gavin is still thinking about the sweetness of what girls like to eat, and which Pudding was baked too hard last week.
Gavin Are you afraid? Of course you are.
But he felt that since his two fingers were not rotten today, he had to finish what he had to do on Wednesday in a disciplined manner.
Gavin didn't say anything more, and silently retreated to the depths of Inner Landscape, letting him go.
Seventh Floor Troll Tapestry The wooden door opposite is ajar.
Gavin Push the door and go in.
There was a weak fire burning in Fireplace. The girl was wrapped in a thick soft blanket, her face was pale, and even the movement of raising her eyes showed a sense of sluggish strength.
Gavin walked over lightly, first put Earthenware Jar on the low table, then stretched out his hand to support her back to make her sit more stable.
They have been getting along like this for two years.
Gavin didn't ask why she was so weak every few days, nor did he make fun of her physical condition; the girl accepted the hot food he brought without being polite.
Unscrew the Earthenware Jar lid, Gavin pour the warm Pumpkin Juice into the cup, and pass it over with both hands.
The girl reached out and took it.
The moment her fingertips touched the cup wall, her eyes fell on Gavin's right hand.
On the back of the index finger and middle finger of the boy's right hand, there were two obvious patches of gray and black spots that could not be washed away. Even after walking all the way while holding the hot Earthenware Jar, the two fingers did not turn red and were held together stiffly.
"What's wrong with your hand?" The girl's voice was hoarse.
Gavin quickly retracted his right hand into his sleeve and spoke in a relaxed tone:
"It's okay. I bumped into it accidentally at Hogsmeade two days ago. It's okay."
The girl raised her gray-white eyelashes and took another look at his cuffs.
She didn't ask about the cause of the disease, but her eyebrows frowned slightly.
Pumpkin Juice The heat slowly spreads between the two of them.
The girl lowered her head and took a small sip. Gavin cut Custard Pudding into small pieces and pushed them to her hand.
When the bottom of the cup was empty and the heat had completely dissipated, Gavin thought she was going to get up and leave as usual, so she reached out to collect the tray.
However, the girl sat on the blanket and did not move.
After a while, the girl hesitated and spoke in a low voice.
"You recently..."
Gavin stopped what he was doing and looked up at her.
"Did something happen?" The girl raised her eyes, her eyes tightly fixed on Gavin's face, "You can tell me."
Gavin blinked and thought about it seriously.
A lot of things did happen in the past few days: he met the Gai-ge in his head, got rid of their bullying from Goyle, learned a lot of knowledge and Spell's tricks, and even knocked out an adult dangerous Dark Wizard with his own hands in Secondhand Bookshop.
But all these things are developing for the better.
"No." Gavin replied honestly, "It's all good."
The girl pinched the handle of the cup, but what she was about to say stopped at her lips.
After a moment of silence, she let go of the cup handle and made a more direct suggestion:
"I can teach you some magic to protect yourself."
"No need," Gavin scratched the back of his neck, "I know better now."
"Dark Magic is also available, you definitely need this."
The girl's voice suddenly became anxious, and the coldness in her eyes was washed away by anxiety.
Gavin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head firmly:
"It's really no need, someone is teaching me, and they teach me very well."
"Don't trust that guy!"
The girl suddenly stood up, her thin Robes swaying with the movement.
"He just wants to use you!"
Gavin suddenly paused in collecting the plates.
Gavin also raised an eyebrow at Consciousness Space.
Gavin slowly stood up straight, the shyness on his face disappeared, and his eyes revealed a rare seriousness:
"What do you know?"
The girl's chest heaved twice, and she bit her lower lip as soon as she spoke. She realized that she had said the wrong thing, but she could no longer take back the words she had said.
She avoided the young man's inquiring gaze, turned her face sideways, and frowned deeply:
"I've seen something like this happen. At the beginning, that person came out to help, taught him magic, and stood up for him, but then it didn't happen that way."
"What happened next?"
Gavin was very curious, but there was no worry at all on his face.
The girl looked at him, gritted her teeth, and did not continue.
She stared at Gavin in front of her, her eyes repeatedly wandering over his face with obvious scrutiny.
She took a step forward and said in a cold voice:
"If you want to come out on your own now, can you still come out?"
Gavin was startled, and then he straightened his chest:
"Yes, I can do it at any time. I just came out on my own now!"
"..."
The girl was choked by these words.
"That day in the bookstore, I knocked down that Dark Wizard myself!" Gavin looked proud.
Gavin couldn't help but cover his face, this stupid boy really talks about everything.
Gavin's voice was not loud, but he was very confident. "Gai-ge taught me that, and I learned it all. Gai-ge also praised me for being very good!"
The girl looked at his expression and became even more angry. She felt that the person she was most familiar with had been completely bewitched by the unknown person.
But Gavin didn't give her the chance to speak.
The young man took a deep breath and said word by word:
"I believe him, he will never lie to me."
This sentence deeply hurt the girl.
"Then will I lie to you?!"
The girl's voice finally lost control, carrying long-suppressed grievances and annoyance.
"We've known each other for two years!"
Gavin is not good at quarreling.
When the girl yelled at him like this, he shrank his neck habitually.
But he didn't bow his head and flinch as usual, he just lowered his head, pursed his lips, and murmured in a low voice, a little aggrieved:
"But we have known each other for two years... you didn't even tell me your name."
The entire Room of Requirement fell into deathly silence.
The girl stood frozen on the spot, her mouth slightly open, and suddenly found that she could not say a word.
The firewood in Fireplace crackled and exploded.
The pale girl's chest heaved violently.
Suddenly, she turned around, strode to the door, and grabbed the brass door handle.
Click.
The door was violently opened.
She stood in the cold wind in the hallway at the door, with her back to Gavin, and her footsteps stopped for two seconds.
She didn't look back, she just gritted her teeth and said one sentence, her cold voice mixed with a faint trembling:
"My name is Cordelia·Rowle."
Robes rolled over and the door was slammed shut.
After the door closed, Gavin stood blankly in the center of the room, still holding the empty Earthenware Jar in his arms.
After a long time, he sniffed and timidly spoke in Inner Landscape:
"Gai-ge... is she really the Rowle family that Ron said? The dead girl?"
Gavin replied angrily, "What else?"
"... Is she really a ghost?" Gavin couldn't help but widen his eyes, but he didn't panic much.
Haha, your kid likes it more, right?
Gavin snorted softly in his mind:
"Have you ever seen a ghost whose hands were trembling when holding a hot Pumpkin Juice cup, and you had to reach out to help him stand up straight?"
"Oh, that's right."
Gavin Recalling the girl's trembling fingertips just now, she looked at the closed door again, her eyes slowly softening.
"So she's not a ghost? Then she's not Succubus, right?"
"..."
Gavin The corner of his mouth twitched, a little speechless.
"Stop guessing, she must have her own difficulties, otherwise she wouldn't be hiding in this room every week."
Gavin had already speculated about the relationship between Daiya and Cordelia, but he still wanted to see when Gavin would react.
"Then... can we help her?" Gavin hesitated and asked.
Gavin's eyes fell back to his right hand hanging by his side:
"Before you help her, take care of your own hand first. If you don't take it seriously, your hand may really rot."
Gavin was startled and quickly lowered his head to look.
As soon as he raised his head and wanted to pinch the blackened flesh with his hands, Gavin shouted in his mind:
"If it is pinched, it is more likely to cause necrosis and infection."
"Then what should we do? Gai-ge?" Gavin was a little panicked.
Gavin thought for a moment:
"I'll look for more information."
Strangely enough, he has been looking for information these days, but has found nothing.
Knowing a symptom and searching for a needle in a haystack is indeed a bit too inefficient.
At this time, he regretted handing over Peter.
He was a little worried about being traced to himself, and because he disliked the quality of Peter, he was worried about wasting a lot of time on training.
So after researching it, I threw it out.
But now it seems--
Bitter fruits are also fruits, and consumables are also materials.
If I had known, I would have used it first to split a soul.
Friday afternoon, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Lupin clicked on Gavin's name and asked him to step forward to demonstrate how to use Levitation Charm to carry the wounded in obstacle terrain.
Gavin did not move, leaving complete control of his body to Gavin.
The demo went surprisingly smoothly.
The wooden Dummy drew a slow arc in mid-air, smoothly bypassing the overturned desk and the hanging Tapestry, without any unnecessary shaking of the head and neck, and finally landed lightly on the soft cushion in front of the podium.
Gavin is extremely neatly completed.
Lupin even made other students stop Wand, specifically pointing out this control method that relies on tiny traction to maintain stability.
Gavin couldn't keep the corners of his mouth down when he returned to his seat.
The little trick that I had secretly practiced countless times in the past has now become a standard demonstration for the professor to let the whole class watch and learn.
When the get out of class bell rang, Gavin's excitement still hadn't dissipated.
The classroom was filled with the cluttered sounds of books being put away.
Gavin kept talking to Gavin in Consciousness Space, and even packed his schoolbag much more briskly than usual.
As soon as he picked up the book and walked to the classroom door, the voice of Lupin came from behind the podium:
"Gu, stay for a while."
Gavin turned around with the book in his arms, still with an unstoppable smile on his face, thinking that the professor was planning to praise him a few more words for the demonstration just now.
When the last few students left the corridor, the empty classroom became completely quiet.
"Professor, is there anything else?" Gavin said in a brisk tone.
Lupin closed the lesson plan in front of him and did not answer immediately.
His eyes crossed the young man's shoulders and landed on his cuffs that were close to the inside of Robes. His eyes were gentle, but deep and disturbing.
"Gavin," Lupin looked terrifyingly serious, "Have you been exposed to anything you shouldn't have been exposed to lately?"
The smile on Gavin's face froze instantly.