"Gai-ge?"
"...Gai-ge?"
The call deep in my mind rang twice cautiously.
Gavin just came back to his senses from the shock that sent chills down his spine.
The setting sun at the end of the corridor had already set for most of its setting, and the draft made Robes's hem sway slightly.
He suppressed the disturbing thoughts about the time travel five years ago and responded lightly in his consciousness:
"What's wrong?"
"You didn't say anything for a long time, I thought you were angry." Gavin breathed a sigh of relief in his mind.
"No, I was thinking about something else."
Gavin cast his sights on the boy deep in his consciousness:
"But you, after standing here in a daze for a long time, have figured it out? What are you going to do?"
Gavin was stunned, as if he didn't understand why this issue still needs to be considered:
"Of course I will continue to help you find a way home."
This time it was Gavin's turn to pause.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"Lupin You heard what I just said." Gavin said in a calm tone, "Your hands are black because of soul erosion. Seventh Floor That girl is not a ghost, so the problem lies with me. I am in your head now, no different from a lonely ghost. If you drag it on, your hands may continue to rot."
"So?" Gavin blinked.
"So-" Gavin was a little tired, "Don't you want to drive me out to save your life?"
Gavin's face, which was originally a little embarrassed, suddenly tightened, and it was rare that he showed some serious expression:
"How can that be okay?! Gai-ge You have helped me so much, taught me how to practice magic spells, and helped me defeat that Dark Wizard. You can't just push you out whenever you need help, right?"
The young man puffed up his chest, his voice was not loud, but he spoke very seriously:
"This time it's my turn to help you!"
Gavin looked at him and didn't answer for a while.
After being stared at like this for a while, Gavin lost his seriousness, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and laughed twice:
"And... I'm actually quite happy."
"... Your hands are almost rotten, but you're still happy?"
"It's not that," Gavin's voice was a little softer, but his eyes were bright, "I used to feel that I couldn't do anything well. I didn't even dare to look Goyle in the face. Everyone in the college disliked me. Now that I can help you, I feel that I am not that useless."
The corridor was quiet for two seconds.
Gavin A faint smile flashed across his eyes, he didn't say anything sensational, he just said a soft "hmm".
"As you wish."
Gavin suddenly became very motivated, stood up from the ground and patted his trouser legs:
"Then what should we do now? Go to Granger to borrow the converter?"
"No rush." Gavin took over the body, turned around and walked upstairs, "Go practice Patronus Charm first."
"... Huh?" Gavin was dumbfounded, "Now?!"
"Just now in the office, you nodded and agreed."
"But I, what I just said was to start practicing tomorrow!"
"That's what you said." Gavin kept walking, "I didn't agree."
"..."
He already had some ideas on how to go back, but before that, he had to train this silly boy again.
If I just leave like this, I don't know if the stupid boy will be bullied again in the future.
Bullies are like wild dogs. As long as you flinch a little, they will feel it keenly.
So--
At least leave something behind so that you can leave with peace of mind.
Over the next whole Saturday, Gavin deeply realized in Seventh Floor Room of Requirement what it means to do what one preaches.
The white mass Whirlpool in the body was still heavy and stagnant, and difficult to use. After a whole day of tossing, only a few thin wisps of white mist could be squeezed out from the tip of the wand.
Until the evening, Gavin was too tired to move his arms and sat down on the soft blanket.
He no longer desperately tried to push Magic, but his mind was just vaguely thinking of the warm yellow lamp of Seventh Floor on Wednesday night, the hot Pumpkin Juice, and the Gavin that would answer him at any time in his mind now.
He waved Wand and said feebly:
"Expecto Patronum."
The tip of the staff did not emit just a few wisps of white smoke like before, but instead, with a pop, a large ball of thick and solid silver-white light came out.
The ball of silver light did not fly high like Gavin and Seagull, but fell heavily to the ground and squatted on the carpet with a snap.
It was a stocky animal with a square head and stubby limbs.
It has a pair of small round ears, its eyes are narrowed into two slits, and the corners of its mouth naturally have a Buddhist-like arc. It lies motionless on the blanket, like a giant kiwi with fur.
Gavin held Wand and stared dumbly at the silver-white creature on the ground for a long time:
"Gai, Gai-ge... How could I summon such a fat rat? Or a pig?"
I just knocked out a rat with a severed finger in the bookstore the day before yesterday. Gavin is now a little scared to see this kind of rodent.
There was silence in my mind for two seconds, and then the indescribable voice of Gavin came out:
"That's Capybara, you can also call it Capibala."
"Capybara?" Gavin leaned over and poked its round butt.
But the silver-white Capybara didn't even raise his eyelids, but slowly rested his chin on his front paws, exuding a steady stream of warmth, making Gavin feel warm.
"It looks so stupid..." Gavin was a little worried, "If we meet Dementor, will it bite someone?"
Gavin looked at the large rodent with the words "Peaceful years" written on its forehead and commented sincerely:
"It's hard to say it bites. If Dementor stays with it for a long time, it may feel that there is no need to join Azkaban's bad class."
"Ah?"
"Okay, if you can emerge from the physical body, you have passed. Let's rest."
Gavin then breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back, collapsed on the soft blanket and gasped for air.
Capybara slowly took two steps and lay down next to his arm. From a distance, it looked like two piles of Rice Cake spread side by side.
After resting for a while, Gavin finally couldn't help but ask the question he had been holding back all day:
"Gai-ge and Granger are avoiding us now. Obviously they don't want to lend Time-Turner to us. What will we do if she keeps refusing to lend it to us?"
"If you can't borrow it, you have to go get it yourself at night." Gavin said calmly.
Gavin was stunned for a moment. "Where can I get it?"
"Gryffindor girls dormitory."
"Ah?"
Gavin analyzed clearly:
"She has a full schedule, and the thing is almost never left her body during the day. It makes too much noise when she tries to grab it, so she can only go in and take it out for use when she goes back to the dormitory at night and falls asleep, takes off the chain and puts it on the bedside."
"Borrow?" Gavin was stunned, "Isn't that just stealing?"
Gavin suddenly frowned. "How can a scholar's thing be called stealing? I just borrowed it for use."
However, you may not be able to return it in its original form after use.
It seems like the last one was blown up?
Gavin started thinking.
He was considering whether he could ask Hermione to take the wreckage to Ministry of Magic to claim for compensation. This thing should be within the warranty period, right?
When the time comes, we will just slap them down and ask them to show their certificate of conformity, otherwise it will be a three-no product.
Gavin's eyes suddenly widened and he stammered and shouted:
"Go into the girls' dormitory?! Me?"
"Of course, otherwise who will go?"
Gavin suddenly didn't want to help Gavin. He didn't expect this matter to be so dangerous.
Can I really survive this month?
"...Gai-ge, but I heard that the girls' stairs in Gryffindor are magical. When boys step on them, they turn into slides! And if you are caught breaking into the girls' dormitory in the middle of the night, you will be expelled directly!"
"You discovered a problem, so you can't go up there pretending to be a boy." Gavin nodded, "You have to become a girl first."
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Gavin was stunned for two seconds, looked down at his male body, and his voice changed:
"Change, become a girl?! Use my body to become a girl?!"
"Otherwise? Could it be that I floated in by myself?"
Gavin ignored his fuss and continued to calculate:
"There are currently two ways. First, find an opportunity to get a hair from Harley and boil a pot of Polyjuice Potion. Harley lives in the same dormitory as Hermione, and it is safest to blend in like her. However, Polyjuice Potion is too slow to cook, and it will take at least a month. Distant water cannot save the near fire, so it can only be used as a guarantee."
"Then... what about the second method?" Gavin swallowed and asked cautiously.
He doesn't want to change gender, he thinks it's good to be a boy.
"Looking for Daiya·Rowle."
Gavin was confused. "What are you looking for Daiya for? Isn't he a boy?"
"I told you not to assume someone else's gender."
"Oh!~" Gavin finally realized, "You said he was a woman, I thought--"
Gavin looked at Gavin unconsciously.
Gavin expressionless:
"Get lost."
"Okay~" Gavin immediately looked away.
Gavin took a deep breath and said slowly, "Didn't you see Cordelia in Seventh Floor? Judging from the current situation, I suspect that this young master Rowle may have some method that can switch back and forth between men and women at any time."
Gavin was dumbfounded and shook his head like a rattle after reacting:
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Daiya is usually so fierce in the corridor, with eyes on the top of her head, but she... her hands are shaking even when holding Pumpkin Juice, and she speaks softly, how can she be alone!"
The boy's face turned red and he retorted firmly, "They must be just siblings who look alike! They definitely can't be the same person!"
"Haha." Gavin looked at Gavin with a faint smile, "You just can't accept what you like, maybe it's a man?"
Gavin was seen blushing and lowering his head helplessly.
"Whether it is the same person, male or female, you can find out if you have a chance to test him."
Gavin I'm too lazy to argue with a stupid boy.
"Anyway, let's go together. Tomorrow and Sunday, let's see if we can get a piece of Harley's hair to prepare, and by the way, we can meet this young master Rowle in the castle."
Before noon on Sunday, the sunlight in the corridor slanted across Stone Pillar.
Gavin came out of Room of Requirement and was about to try his luck at the Third Floor library. When he passed by Empty Classroom, a room with a half-closed door on the east side of the fourth floor, he heard Ron's miserable howl that couldn't hold back his laughter:
"Hahahaha--Fred you bastard! Take it out quickly! Why don't I stop borrowing Quill! Hahahaha!"
"Shut up, Ron. A good tester shouldn't mess around in the quality inspection process."
"Be patient, we are demonstrating the extreme performance of our products to our valued customers." George's voice followed, "A calm sea cannot breed excellent sailors, this is a test for you."
Gavin stopped, opened the door and took a look inside.
In front of the podium, Ron was pressed on a Four-Legged Stool. His robe pockets, stocking tubes, and hat brim were all stuffed with bulges. He was also forced to hold a record board in his hand. He burst into tears from laughter and his face was red.
He originally just came to borrow something from his brother, but was immediately detained as a "living body violation Dummy".
There is a row of long wooden boxes padded with blue velvet on the table, and beautifully bound product books are stacked next to them.
Fred stood beside the podium, standing straight; George stood behind Ron, holding half a bag of contraband in his hand.
Gavin At first I thought this was some new type of prank the twins were playing.
Until his eyes swept across the first row of seats under the podium.
Argus·Filch was sitting there upright, clutching the front of the greasy old coat with both hands, hunched over, and breathing rapidly as if there was a bellows in his throat.
This administrator, who usually catches disciplinary offenders everywhere in the corridor, his eyes were bright at this moment, and he stretched his neck and asked:
"Can you find things hidden in the soles of your shoes and trouser legs?"
"Of course, Mr. Filch." Fred nodded calmly, "Traditional search spells are ineffective against physical mezzanines, and what students are best at is stuffing contraband into shoe uppers and sock tubes. Please see Patent No. 1 - Fully Automatic Body Search Itchy Paw."
Fred stretched out his finger.
I saw a two-foot-long brass thin rod going back out from Ron's trouser leg. In addition to a pair of flat rubber clamps on the front end, there was also a circle of fine soft-bristled brushes that was still rotating at high speed.
The copper rod retreated out of the trouser leg with a click, and a black Dungbomb and two folded cheat sheets were firmly held in the mouth of the folder, hanging in the air.
"There is no need to cast a spell. As long as you get close to the hem of the suspect's clothes, it will automatically drill in along the gaps to search for foreign objects." Fred threw Dungbomb into the wastebasket with a professional tone like an arms dealer. "While picking up contraband, the rotating brush at the front will continue to attack the violator's soles and tickles, completely depriving him of his ability to escape."
Ron collapsed on Four-Legged Stool and gasped for air, with tears from laughter still hanging from the corners of his eyes.
Filch was shaking all over and his eyes were red:
"Okay... great! Dumbledore won't let me hang the students up with chains and whip them, but the school rules don't prohibit tickling them!"
Gavin rubbed his eyes in disbelief and frowned deeply.
What's going on?
Weasley Twins sells disciplinary tools to Filch?
What is the difference between this and a rat personally coming to sell a mousetrap to Mrs. Norris?
George had already straightened Ron, handed him a seemingly flawless copy of "Beginner's Ancient Runes", and then picked up the second thing from the box -
A palm-sized convex round mirror embedded in a brass frame.
"Patent No. Number Two, Rule-Breaking Compartment Interrogation Mirror." George put the mirror on the spine of the book in Ron's hand and explained skillfully, "Students like to hide night travel routes, banned pages or plans to skip classes in the middle of the textbook. As long as you look at it with this mirror, not only will the green light develop, but the above disciplinary plan will also be read out to the public automatically at eight times the volume."
A green light flashed on the mirror.
The next second, a loud and clear voice suddenly burst out from the frame, causing the windows of the entire classroom to buzz:
"Friday night trip plan at midnight at ten o'clock: first put a Roast Sausage at the corner of Second Floor to lure Mrs. Norris away, and while the old guy Filch is bending down to look for the cat, take Harley to sneak to Astronomy Tower to watch the stars--"
The air in the room suddenly solidified.
The muscles on Filch's face twitched violently, and those cloudy bulging eyes slowly turned around, staring intently at Ron's face:
"Take Sausage to lure away my cat? Old guy?"
"George·Weasley!!"
Ron was so distraught that he screamed and threw himself at Four-Legged Stool. He covered the mirror that was still screaming with both hands with both hands. His whole face was as red as his hair and he waved his hands crazily at Filch:
"That's a scrap from last week! Mr. Filch! I swear I didn't even go!!"
Filch snatched the other sample mirror from George's hand. His beard was shaking with anger, but his eyes shone with the ecstasy of catching his prey:
"Okay! This thing is great! Let me see who dares to plan a night outing behind my back in the future!"
Gavin leaned against the door frame, watching George demonstrate various hidden skills such as "how to press Dungbomb into the hem of the hat brim, put candy in the left pocket for cover, and stuff the cuff with the right hand", etc., and finally suddenly spoke:
"What are your ideas for hiding things?"
Several people in the room turned their heads at the same time.
George was stunned and shook his head:
"Of course not, that was Percy's idea."
"?"
Gavin is a little surprised, that good student Percy actually fell here?
Fred patted Ron on the shoulder with a proud look on his face. "R&D needs a control group, Gu. We have been fighting Percy for so many years - as long as we can guard against Weasley family's people, there is no disciplinary student in the United Kingdom who cannot be caught!"
Filch opened the shriveled leather bag with trembling hands and poured out a large handful of Silver Sickle and Knut:
"This Itchy Paw and that Read-Aloud Mirror, I have ordered them all!"
Gavin walked to the table and opened the product booklet.
The cover is clearly printed with [Weasley Brother Campus High Voltage Control and Parental Remote Tracking Solution], and the inner page not only lists a full set of anti-cheating torture tools, but even reads "Once the child is detected to be distracted in class for three minutes, Howler will be automatically sent to the parents immediately" graduation entrepreneurial blueprint.
Gavin asked:
"Who are you going to sell these to?"
Fred replied naturally:
"School."
George continued the second half of the sentence with a smile:
"There are also parents who are worried about their children."
Gavin lowered his head and turned the book back to its cover, took a deep look at the words "Weasley" on it, closed it and put it back on the table.
The Geminis in their own world just want to make Filch suffer from high blood pressure, while the Geminis in this world just want to make all Hogwarts students suffer cerebral hemorrhages.
Fred closed the notebook and raised his chin towards Gavin:
"I heard that you have a lot of experience with Defense Against the Dark Arts recently? Do you want to help us test the No. 3 patent 'Early-Dating Proximity Alarm'?"
"No time, I have something to do in the library." Gavin decisively refused.
"I'll go too!" Ron shouted immediately.
George was immediately dissatisfied. "Why are you going? Stay--"
"I'm going to study! I love learning!"
Ron, who had long been hopeless, seized the opportunity, stuffed the record board into George's arms, grabbed his schoolbag and ran out of the door with Gavin.
"Go to the library?" Ron wiped his sweat with lingering fear.
"Hmm."
"Just right," Ron breathed a long sigh of relief, "Harley is there too."
Passing through the stone arch, the library smells of old Parchment and beeswax.
Harley is sitting next to Long Table by the window on the south side, and is drawing a cross-section diagram of some kind of herbal medicine on Parchment.
Hermione was sorting out the information of Ancient Runes over the years at the small table next door. Quill was moving very fast on the paper.
Gavin and Ron walked over and sat down.
Gavin took out a copy of "Advanced Potion-Making" from the bookshelf and spread it on the corner of the table as a cover. His eyes swept over the messy black hair on the back of Harley's head, thinking about how to get two strands away.
Ron took out a lot of crumpled lecture notes from his school bag, lay on the table and complained in a low voice:
"Where did Professor Vale find so many old questions? The same question is written differently in three reference books. Which one should I copy?"
Hermione stopped writing and looked at him across the table:
"That was not compiled by Professor Vale himself. There have been too many teachers in this course, and what he handed out was a collection of previous lecture notes, using the earlier manuscript."
Hermione pulled out a few thin pages of copies from the organized information and pushed them in front of Ron:
"This is a copy of the original manuscript, see the original author's notes."
Ron quickly pulled the yellowed pieces of paper in front of his eyes.
Gavin originally only glanced at it, but his eyes suddenly stopped at the signature in the lower right corner of the page:
[Tom·M·Riddle]
Gavin slowly closed the book in his hand and looked away.
The handwriting on the first page is elegant and neat, with the style of a famous teacher. At the end, it even says gently, "Ancient Runes is the ladder to touch the origin of Magic. You are welcome to write down your thoughts in the blank space."
However, as the pages go back, the style of painting begins to collapse visibly.
In the corner of the third page, a student drew a series of crooked Runes and asked, "Professor, if you carve this 'explosion' Ancient Runes on the bottom of the crucible, can it be used to cook a midnight snack?"
Below is a line of red Ink annotation that penetrates the back of the paper:
"This is the high-end Ancient Runes left by Salazar·Slytherin, not the stew pot in your dormitory."
Turning to the fifth page, another student wrote in timid handwriting, "Professor, the content of this chapter is too difficult. My mother said that as long as I get P (barely passing), she will buy me a new Broomstick. Can I just memorize the first three Runes?"
This time, the commenter's Quill directly penetrated the three layers of Parchment, and the red Ink splashed like a murder scene:
"Avada Kedavra only has four syllables, why don't you memorize that one?!"
Scroll further down and you'll find stupid questions and comments that are on the verge of going crazy.
On the last page, under the end-of-semester review arrangement table, someone asked without fear of death, "Professor, can you mark the range that will not be tested?"
A streak of dark black ink ran across the entire page, with such force that it almost split Wooden Table apart:
"The entire book is tested, including the preface, punctuation and page numbers. If you ask one more word, everyone will be detained to lick the stone wall of Slytherin Cellar."
Ron looked at it for a while, and the expectation on his face completely disappeared.
"Isn't there any important point?" Ron couldn't believe it.
Hermione pushed the paper in front of him and lowered his voice:
"He rowed."
"He scratched out the entire book!" Ron knocked his head on the table in despair.
Gavin sat at the end of the table and looked at the signature quietly.
He suddenly felt a little empathy Tom.
This class of students is really difficult to lead.
Ron was still humming on the table, and Harley suddenly raised his head and looked at the arch behind the table.
There were footsteps outside the corridor.
Sirius and Snape walked in while negotiating in low voices.
Sirius came to school for the follow-up investigation of the Peter case, wearing a long dark gray windbreaker; Snape Black Robes rolled over, obviously originally planning to call Harley to fix Potions Class.
"Today is Sunday, Severus, students have the right to have weekends off."
"If someone's goddaughter can control Shrinking Solution's heat below the boiling point for once," Snape said in a cold tone, "I won't waste my precious morning correcting her brain."
As the two of them talked, the conversation slipped from making up lessons to ridiculing each other's styles.
Harley reacted very quickly, straightened the homework paper immediately, and said loudly:
"Godfather, Professor Snape, we are just finishing our homework here, we are not doing anything irrelevant!"
She added:
"Gu is here too."
Gavin was thinking about it in his mind, and when he heard his last name, he raised his head and took a look.
Snape glanced at the thick high-level books in front of Gavin, knowing his Potions level, his expression slightly restrained, but his eyes turned coldly to Ron:
"Since there are qualified people present, take care of the idiot opposite you, Gu. Don't let the unnecessary noise affect Miss Potter."
Sirius also came over and confirmed that Harley was in good condition. He stopped at Ron and frowned:
"You can study on your own. Weasley family boy, sit upright."
"Quiet!"
A voice appeared behind the two of them, and they were both startled. When they turned around, they realized that it was Madam Pince, Hogwarts Library, and Rule Horror.
"If you can't keep quiet, get out of here."
The two of them immediately stopped talking. Head of the Auror Office and Potions Professor did not dare to refute a single word.
Looking at the two of them, she snorted coldly and turned around to leave.
The two elders accepted the arrangement, but neither left.
Sirius pulled up a chair and sat down at another table in the corridor, picked up a defense book and stood in front of him. Snape turned around and went deep into the bookshelf next to him. Footsteps passed by the corridor where the table could be seen from time to time.
As soon as Ron moved the chair an inch closer to Harley, Sirius put the book down and glanced over coldly.
Ron froze immediately.
Harley spread the homework between the two of them seriously, pointing to Runes on the draft, indicating that they were discussing the topic.
Snape walks around the corner of the bookshelf, looking first at Ron, then at Sirius opposite.
The two adult wizards looked at each other. The smell of gunpowder was in the air, and they were temporarily unable to pay attention to the slight movement around the table.
Harley seized this opportunity and pushed the four two-inch-thick "History of Magic Big Dictionary" next to him in front of Gavin. Ron followed closely and stacked the two large dictionaries he had on hand from the other side.
Two stacks of thick books stood upright, completely blocking Gavin from behind, and a chest-high wall of books was built in front of him.
"What are you doing?" Gavin looked at the pile of books in front of him.
Ron Lower your voice:
"Sit up straighter."
Gavin tried to move the chair, Harley quickly approached the edge of the bookshelf, stretched out two fingers and gently pressed the spine:
"Wait a little longer... Gu, please."
Gavin looked down.
The homework was spread out neatly on Long Table, and in the shadow under the table, Harley's left hand and Ron's right hand were tightly held together.
For fear of the stack of books collapsing, Harley leaned his upper body forward slightly, and the messy black hair on the back of his head hung just above the bookshelf, less than half a foot away from Gavin's right hand.
I've come here, and I've been working as a human-shaped screen for half a day, but I still have to charge some labor fees.
Gavin raised his right hand without changing his expression, spread his two fingers, and stretched them straight towards the back of Harley's head.
"Gai-ge what are you doing?!" Gavin was so scared in Inner Landscape, "Her boyfriend is still holding her hand under the table! You are pulling out her hair in front of her eyes?!"
Harley across the table noticed the shadow above his head and raised his eyelids blankly; Ron next to him also froze suddenly, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, staring at Gavin's hand hanging half an inch above Harley's head.
Gavin looked calm, tapped Harley's hair in mid-air with his finger, lowered his voice and spoke seriously:
"Don't move, there is a white hair on the top of your head."
Harley was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously shrank his neck. "White hair? I'm only twelve years old..."
"Eighty percent of it was caused by Potions Class." Gavin's tone was sincere like an old Chinese medicine practitioner walking around the streets, and his fingers continued to touch the black hair, "We at the East have a saying that white hair on young people is called 'Shousigen'. If it is left on the head, it will affect your luck in the final exam. If you pull it out, you will pass every exam. I will pull it out for you."
Upon hearing the words "must pass every exam", Harley, who had been having a headache just now about Potions Class, was immediately moved. Without even the slightest doubt, he obediently lowered his head and raised it to the top of the stack of books:
"Really? Then help me unplug it!"
Next to him, Ron was completely petrified.
Hermione just shouted "I just like Gavin" at the door of Ancient Runes's class two days ago. How come Gavin is now casually saying something about the East, and even Harley is taking the initiative to put his head under his hands?!
Is he really a genius?
Ron was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but his right hand was still tightly held by Harley under the table. He could only kick Gavin's chair legs with his feet under the table, and he gasped for breath:
"Gu! It's just a white hair, no need to bother you! I, I can help her pull it out when I get back!"
What's even worse is the two sides of the aisle.
Sirius in the front left was originally keeping an eye on Ron with his legs crossed. From above the stack of books, he suddenly saw Gavin's fingers touching the top of his goddaughter's head, but Harley actually lowered his head to let him be touched?!
The expression on Sirius's face cracked on the spot, the "Guide to Defense" in his hand snapped shut, and he half stood up from his chair, his gray eyes filled with murderous intent.
At the same time, Snape in the right aisle just took half a step from the corner of the bookshelf.
At a glance, I saw that the boy named Gu actually stretched his hand to Lily's daughter's head. Snape's whole face was so black that ink dripped out. He pinched the "Poisonous Potion Encyclopedia" with his fingers and pinched the spine of the book with a crack. His right hand had already slipped into the Black Robes cuff like lightning and directly touched the handle of Wand!
The two mortal enemies who always wanted to shoot Curse at each other when they met, actually reached an amazing tacit understanding at this moment, with four man-eating eyes locked on Gavin's right paw.
"Gai-ge is going to die!!" Gavin held his head in Inner Landscape and screamed, "Professor Snape touched Wand! Take your hand back!!"
Gavin seemed oblivious to the cold murderous aura on both sides. His fingertips had already accurately twisted a shiny black hair next to Harley's hair. He tightened his fingertips and was about to pull it off with all his strength -
At this critical moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the table:
"Gu, come out for a moment."
Daiya·Rowle stopped beside Long Table at some point, looking at him coldly with gray eyes.
Gavin curled his lips, loosened his fingertips, retracted his right hand very naturally, closed the "Advanced Potion-Making" in front of him and stood up:
"Okay, I'll help you pull it out next time."
Ron, who almost suffered from internal injuries, looked at Daiya as if he had been granted amnesty. He looked at Daiya as if he had seen his benefactor. While holding down the shaking stack of books, he urged:
"Go quickly! Don't take the book!"
Gavin took out his own book from the bottom, and the whole pile of books dropped steadily.
Ron quickly arched his back lower. Sirius and Snape stared at the death ray on Gavin's back, and finally slowly moved away as he and Daiya walked out of the library.
After leaving the library, Daiya said nothing and left the crowd with Gavin.
There is no one at the corner of the corridor, Gavin asked:
"What's the matter?"
Daiya stopped, turned half sideways, and stared at him coldly with gray eyes:
"Haven't you always wanted to know why I said 'you're not him' that day?"
Gavin raised an eyebrow.
I was worried that I couldn't find a way to test the details of this young master Rowle, but the other party came to him on his own initiative.
"Follow up."
Daiya dropped the two words, and suddenly stretched out his hand at the corner of Marble Staircase, grabbed Gavin's left robe sleeve, and led him quickly onto the stone stairs leading to the upper floors.
The movement was a bit hasty, but she deliberately avoided his right hand when grabbing the cuff.
Gavin lowered his eyes and glanced at the fingertips of the other party's left sleeve.
Gavin's right hand has been cured, so the only person who knows about the problem with this hand two days ago, except Lupin, is the girl in Seventh Floor's room.
As the stone stairs went up step by step, something was wrong with Gavin in my mind:
"Gai-ge... This seems to be the way to Seventh Floor?"
"Yeah, I know the way."
Gavin looked at the figure in front of him who was pulling his sleeves, and he was already 80% sure about last night's guess.
While they were talking, the two of them had stopped in front of Seventh Floor Troll-Whacking Barnabas and Tapestry.
Daiya let go of his hand, without even pausing for half a second, and walked back and forth three times along the blank stone wall skillfully.
On the originally smooth wall, the familiar wooden door appeared quietly.
Gavin was completely dumbfounded. "How can he, how can he open this door?!"
"You should know right away."
After saying that, Gavin followed Daiya and walked into the house.
There was a soft click, and Daiya locked the door with his backhand.
The room is not big, and there are Gavin insulation Earthenware Jar and folded Napkin that were used to deliver meals on Wednesday night on the low cabinet.
Gavin glanced at the Earthenware Jar and said calmly, "It seems that Master Rowle is very familiar with this place."
Daiya did not answer, turned around and stood at the table, reached out and took out a thin-necked Crystal Bottle from the inner pocket of Robes, which contained half an inch of golden-red liquid.
"Don't you want to know why I recognize you?"
Daiya uncorked the bottle, gave Gavin a cold look, raised his head and drank the liquid in one gulp.
The moment the medicine enters the abdomen, changes suddenly begin.
Daiya His hands were violently placed on the edge of the table, his knuckles were so hard that they were bloodless, his thin back was arched violently, and a suppressed groan escaped from his throat.
"Gai-ge! What happened to him?!" Gavin in Inner Landscape was startled.
Gavin stood there without moving, quietly watching the people at the table.
Big beads of cold sweat rolled down from Daiya's forehead and hit Wooden Table's dark lines.
The neat short silver-gold hair quickly grew long from its roots and slid down the shoulders and neck; the originally cold and hard jaw line softened little by little, the straight shoulders narrowed inward, and the outline of the Adam's apple silently melted under the fair and smooth skin.
The well-fitting men's Robes suddenly became wide and empty.
Gavin is all too familiar with that feeling of collapse as bones and skin are reshaped -
In the past two years, every Wednesday night when he opened the door, the girl in the blanket was shaking like this and her face was pale.
"This, this is..."
Gavin's voice was trembling.
The person at the table grabbed the edge of the table, took a deep breath, and slowly straightened up.
She raised her hand, pushed the long silver-gold hair that was wet with sweat on her forehead behind her ears, and raised her silver-gray eyes--
Standing there was Cordelia·Rowle who rushed out of the door on Wednesday night.
"Rowle family There is no second Heir." The girl's voice was slightly hoarse after the pain subsided, "There is only Cordelia·Rowle."
Deep in his consciousness, Gavin seemed to be struck by a thunder, and his whole body froze in place:
"Daiya... How could it be her?!"
"So... it was really her all along?!"
The hot Pumpkin Juice in the middle of the night, the cold chatter at the corner of the corridor, and every word of her angry questioning the night before, all fit together perfectly at this moment.
Cordelia ignored the dead silence in the room and locked his eyes tightly on Gavin's eyes:
"He's still in there, right?"
"Yes." Gavin replied.
"Can you hear me?"
"You can hear it."
Gavin tilted his head slightly, preparing to give up control of his body.
The person who comes here every week to deliver meals and accompany her is Gavin. Due to emotions and reasons, this silly boy should face the moment when the truth is revealed.
"Do you want you to come?" Gavin asked in his mind.
Gavin's chest was heaving violently, and his stomach full of words was stuck in his throat. He nodded impatiently and took over the sensation of his body.
The young man's fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, and he subconsciously took half a step forward. His lips were slightly opened, and he just spit out half a dry syllable:
"I..."
The words have not yet fallen.
Cordelia on the opposite side looked at the pair of eyes that had just been replaced with embarrassment and hope, and spoke indifferently:
"I don't like that idiot."
Gavin took half a step and was suddenly nailed to the spot. The blood that had just appeared on his face instantly faded completely.
"You--"
"It turns out that he was timid, cowardly, and ridiculously stupid. He didn't even know how to fight back when he was hit."
Gavin could no longer make any sound from his throat.
He seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant. He hurriedly let go of his body, retreated deep into the Consciousness Space, and sat back under the white mass of Whirlpool. He hugged his knees with both hands, and buried his entire face in the gap between his arms and knees. His thin shoulders trembled silently--
Just like when Gavin saw him for the first time.
Gavin glanced at the small figure, his eyes were slightly cold, and he took over the body again.
He raised his eyes and met Cordelia's gaze again.
"I still like strong people, so I thought about it--"
The girl's fingers were holding the edge of the table, her eyes fell on his face, and she suddenly smiled like a flower:
"It's better for you."