Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 95

Som closed the window slightly melancholy, he put a book into the suitcase on the table woodenly, and then pulled it up slowly.

As soon as he got the Philosopher's Stone, he would leave immediately.

"Deng dong." The knock on the door brought him back from deep thought, and he froze for a moment, then quickly hid the suitcase under the table.

"Please come in."

He was taken aback by the person who walked in, "Embos?" He looked at Ash a little strangely, what are you doing here... What about attending the Christmas Eve dinner as agreed?

"Professor Sprout is worried about you." Ashe said, he stepped aside, and Sprout walked in with a smile.

"I heard you won't be going to the auditorium tonight." Sprout said gently, "You've gotten better these days, so you should do more exercise."

Som smiled awkwardly, "Ah... Actually..."

"Actually, does Professor Som have something to do?" Woka muttered in a low voice.

Her words made Som's expression stiff, and Ash could see that he seemed to have been accidentally exposed.

Could it be that he is really going to steal the Philosopher's Stone tonight?
Ash didn't say much, he just said in a cold voice: "Then are you going to the dinner party with us tonight?"

"Ah..." Som looked down at the floor and thought.

"Stop staying in the office, Som." Sprout patted him on the shoulder, "You weren't like this in the past." She seemed to recall the days when Som was in class.

"You used to enjoy being with everyone."

"I'm just a little uncomfortable..." Thom said, but seeing Sprout's concerned eyes, he couldn't help but keep his voice down.

"Your complexion is much better than a few days ago..." Sprout said with a smile, "Then you should participate in more activities."

"Being around everyone does a lot for the body."

Ash nodded too, seeming to agree with Sprout.

"Cuckoo! Let's go together! Cuckoo!" Phil pecked at the feathers, but his eyes were still fixed on the pot of hibiscus flowers.

"By the way, I almost forgot to say... Happy Christmas Eve, Som." Sprout said and handed the flowers in his hand to Som. .

"Thank you, thank you for your gift." Som took the hibiscus flower from Sprout in surprise, "Hibiscus flower..."

"Yes." Sprout nodded, "Didn't you keep saying you wanted a pot of hibiscus?"

Som stared at Mu Jinhua in a daze, he was silent for a few seconds, looked at the three people and one bird in the office... couldn't help but slightly lowered his head.

"Does Professor Som really like hibiscus so much?" Woka smiled slightly, "The flower language of hibiscus seems to be gentle?"

"Flower language?" Ash was stunned for a moment, what is this.

"Don't you have this kind of culture in the United States? Shouldn't you?" Sprout said casually, "The language of flowers is the meaning of flowers..."

"The meaning of hibiscus is gentleness and tenacity." Som said calmly, and he seemed to have decided on something with a gentle smile, "Thank you."

After speaking, he slowly placed the flowers on the table, then tidied up his robe, "Then let's go together."

"By the way, I also wish you a happy Christmas Eve."

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It was late at night, and the colorful lights in the corridors of Hogwarts were gradually dimming. In the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Som quietly looked at the pot of hibiscus flowers on the table, and he slowly placed it on the table. On a row of wooden shelves on the wall, it is placed with several other potted flowers.

His office is always filled with plants, and he loves the vibrancy, which always makes him feel alive.

But... when he closed his eyes, he could always think of the black mark... and always think of the gleaming fangs.

Albania... It would have been nice if I hadn't gone there, he tried to convince himself that he could get the Philosopher's Stone with all his heart, it was in Ash's office, lying quietly in the drawer of the desk...

But...but...Thom thought of those smiling students again, the gentle Professor Sprout, the cold but gentle Ash...

Som has always been a timid person, but what he is afraid of is not death, but loss. He is afraid of losing what he has now, friends, friendship, care, and value... He has not felt these things for a long time after his brother died up.

Hey... But, he can't let go of his parents in Albania... He can also think of the hands that took him through the lavender forest in the manor in the early morning, and the gentle eyes that always looked at him with a smile s eyes.

And that, once dazzling, but now dim surname, Thom is not a standard Slytherin, he is not good at tricks, and he doesn't like to be scheming, he is more like a Hufflepuff.

He quietly looked at the letter written on the table, which he planned to leave to everyone after he left, and there were many things written on it.

The main thing is the record about the Dark Lord... he will let everyone know that Voldemort is still alive at this time, and he is alive somewhere.

He picked up the letter, stuffed it into another book in the drawer, and sighed helplessly.

Gentleness seems to be his biggest weakness.

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Ash took off his robe, and took out the Philosopher's Stone from it. He looked at Anna who was resting with his eyes closed, and then put the Philosopher's Stone into the desk drawer.

The second drawer was the one he opened in front of Som last time. He believed that Som knew that the Philosopher's Stone would be here. He took off his sunglasses and placed it on the table.

Then he took out his notebook and looked at the records about this world on it. Although his memory has improved a lot recently, he can't think of too many things just by recalling.

Som... He thought of the name in his heart... He thought of Som's gentle smile. Of course, he couldn't let go of this soul, because Rodland needed it, and others needed it too.

Ash settled his mind, and then sorted out his plan again.

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There is still light dust on the dark table. This is Binns' office. He is holding a notebook in his hand, and there is a slate on the table.

The traces on the slate became more and more familiar to him, that kind of inexplicable heart palpitations...I must have seen this mark, although I was sure it was in northern Scotland...North Scotland.

Lady Anna was also from North Scotland, and he couldn't help thinking about it.

The Florent family... a magical family, they found the disillusionment spell in northern Scotland...the family emblem is a green flower.

Thinking of Binns pushing his glasses, he looked down at the stone slab. For some reason, he felt that the marks looked more and more like the flowers he had seen before... Although the color couldn't be seen...but he was sure, he absolutely seen!
He quickly floated to the huge bookshelf behind him, looking at the books one by one, "Family and coat of arms... Family and coat of arms..." He muttered the name of the book.

"Found it." He muttered and pulled out the book, then subconsciously blew the ashes on it. Of course, this was impossible.

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