Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 32 Midnight Duel
"Sir Merlin" left, but Klein couldn't be idle.
A team of healers from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries took up all his free time.

If Severus Snape hadn't appeared with a cold face and relieved him, he estimated that this entanglement would have lasted for a long, long time.

"Don't forget the confinement tonight."

Intentionally or unintentionally, those therapists and Klein were separated, and the beloved dean was still so stern, pulling his face away.

"Ah."

Feeling the protection from the other party from the bottom of his heart, Klein smiled and nodded.

"Humph."

Seeing that those therapists had no courage to go forward to harass him anymore, Snape snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

And Klein also took the opportunity to get rid of the big trouble Mr. Aberdore left him, and wandered back to the Slytherin common room.

A lot of things happened today, he needs to digest it well and perfect his plan with Dumbledore.

Moreover, the matter of the Medal of Merlin came to an end, and he finally had time to go "there" to have a look.

Leaning comfortably on the large carved chair, Klein looked at the snake head relief on the stone wall and smiled slightly.

At the same time, the Hogwarts dining room.

"Enjoy your last supper at the castle, Potter."

Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows, and Crabbe and Goyle laughed secretly behind him.

"Why, Malfoy, when you are back on the ground, you have a follower by your side, so you have become more courageous?"

Harry Potter spoke coldly.

He and Draco had a conflict this afternoon because of Neville's memory ball. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall made an exception because of his flying talent and let him enter the Gryffindor Quidditch team, otherwise
He is very likely to be expelled from school!
The thought made Harry even angrier.

"Ha, are you angry?"

As if he couldn't see Harry's eyes, Draco raised his pointed chin.

"Well, I can give you a chance, Potter. I am willing to compete with you personally and let you see the gap between us.

How about just tonight?Wand only, no physical contact allowed.

I guess you haven't heard of duels between wizards. "

"Of course he knows!"

Ron Weasley on the side couldn't help snorting coldly.

"Harry's assistant is me, who is your assistant?"

"Uh"

After hearing this, Draco thought for a few seconds, and finally pointed to the bigger Crabbe.

"Crabbe."

Paused, and then spoke.

"Then let's talk about it. At midnight, we will meet in the prize showroom, and the door will not be locked when you come out there. Oh, don't be too scared to come."

"Just wait obediently, we will teach you a lesson."

With a straight face, Ron returned Draco's harsh words not to be outdone.

"Very well, see you then."

After setting a time, Draco didn't want to say any more, and left the Gryffindor table with Crabbe and Goyle.

"What is a wizard duel? What do you mean by being my assistant?"

After the Slytherin bastards had left, Harry asked Ron.

"Oh, it's nothing, but if you die, the assistant will follow."

Ron replied lightly, and continued to deal with the cold pie on the dinner plate.

"die?"

Hearing a certain word, Harry's expression became brilliant.

"Hey, don't be afraid, we haven't learned much magic yet, at most we just set off sparks or something, and no one will be hurt.

However, I thought you would say no. "

Ron spread his hands and gave Harry a smile that put Harry at ease.

"What if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"

After hearing Ron's words, Harry was relieved a lot, but soon, he realized another trouble.

He doesn't know any magic!

You can't use the spell that turns matches into needles on Malfoy.

"Then ditch the wand and punch that goddamn boy in the face!"

Ron suggested with a smirk.

"Sorry to disturb you."

Harry and Ron were discussing countermeasures when suddenly a girl's voice rang in their ears.

"Tsk, it's "Annoying" Granger."

Seeing someone coming, Ron curled his lips quietly.

Hermione ignored him and turned to look directly at Harry.

"I accidentally overheard your conversation with Malfoy."

"Ha, I knew it was."

Ron muttered something under his breath.

"Wandering around the school at night, you must be crazy. Think about it, how many points will be deducted from Gryffindor if you are caught? You will definitely be caught, you are too selfish!"

"It's none of your business."

Harry didn't know what to say, so he shook his head slightly at Hermione.

Glancing at Ron, the two got up and left the table at the same time.

"I will stop you!"

Angry and annoyed, Hermione stamped her feet, not in the mood to enjoy dinner anymore.

Sitting down angrily, her big eyes blinked a few times, as if she had made up her mind.

Late night, 11:30.

"I can't believe you guys actually did that!"

Hermione, who deliberately blocked the door of the Gryffindor common room, looked at Ron and Harry with a look of resentment, her face was so cold that it could freeze.

"Why do you care about everything?"

Ron snorted dissatisfied.

Harry also felt that Hermione had gone too far, which was clearly none of her business.

"let's go."

As if Hermione wasn't there, Ron dragged Harry out of the hole in the common room of the Lion Court.

"I won't let you deduct points from Gryffindor anymore, I don't want to let you ruin the points I got from Professor McGonagall!"

Hermione, whining like an angry goose, unknowingly followed Harry and the others out of the Lion Court common room.

"Go away!"

The nagging in his ears finally made Ron unbearable, and he angrily yelled at "annoying" Granger.

Harry sighed and said nothing.

"You, you."

Obviously well-intentioned, yet he was treated like this.

Hermione felt so wronged in her heart, her eyes turned red.

"When you are expelled from school tomorrow, don't blame me for not warning you!"

After speaking, she wanted to go back to the Gryffindor common room, but was horrified to find that the fat lady on the entrance portrait was gone.

"what!"

Hermione let out a cry.

The fat lady has gone to another portrait, that is to say
She was locked out and couldn't go back!

"what should I do?"

She panicked and hurriedly asked Ron and Harry.

"That's your problem."

Ron shrugged, looking helpless.

"Why don't you come with me?"

Still, Harry said kindly and tentatively.

"Da da da."

Before Hermione could answer, the three of them heard a series of footsteps.

"Is it Filch?!"

Hermione was so scared that she was about to cry. She couldn't imagine the scene when she was expelled from school and got on the return train tomorrow.

"No, not Filch."

Although they were terrified, Harry and Ron could barely keep their heads together.

Filch's leather shoes were old and worn out, and they made a "creaking" sound when they stepped on the ground.

If not Filch, then
Who could be at work in the castle so late?

(End of this chapter)