Hogwarts wizard nemesis

The corridor was dim and the visibility was poor.

The breeze was gentle, blowing Leon's short hair.

As he was about to turn the corner, Leon heard a sound, a low and sad voice.

"Did you hear clearly! I made you a success, and now it's time for you to repay me. I don't have much time left. There is something I want in the basement, and I have to get it! Do you understand?! Otherwise ..."

Leon stopped, but curiosity drove him. Then he lay in the corner and looked quietly. He saw two people standing against the wall in the distance. Leon could only see the person behind him. He was tall, thin, and left With blond hair, he was the one who was roaring just now.

basement? What basement? What else does he want?

But in the next second, Leon was completely stunned, because the profile of this person's face was so similar, with a knife-like perfect outline, flawless, as if he had seen it somewhere before?

By the way, that heartthrob professor, Gray Baird!

Is it really him?

"Who is there?!" Suddenly a roar came.

Leon quickly put his body away, his breathing became more and more rapid. He had never been so nervous since he was a child. He felt that his heart was about to jump out.

"Little guy, I can see you!"

Click, click, click, a sound of footsteps came, getting closer and closer.

Leon's feet were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't move an inch, but the footsteps that sounded like he was on the verge of death were approaching step by step...

Here he comes, here he comes...

Leon still couldn't move, his whole body collapsed on the ground, sweat soaked through the short shirt under his coat.

"Hey, Potter, you didn't expect us to come out!"

A very provocative face was revealed. He had brown hair and was not tall. He was followed by two extremely burly followers.

Oh, it was Parkinson. Leon was relieved. He had never liked Parkinson's appearance so much.

Leon leaned against the wall and became embarrassed, swallowed his saliva, waved his hands and said, "Congratulations to you all." After saying that, he turned around and went back, and even the thought of going to express his feelings to Tom completely disappeared.

All he wanted now was to go back and have a good sleep.

Looking at Leon's figure limping away, he felt very bad, as if he had seen a ghost.

Parkinson frowned and said: "What's wrong with him? Is he frightened by Pachi? (There is a girl in the portrait who likes to tease people)"

Paul shook his head, "I don't know."

"Whatever." Parkinson shrugged, "Let's go back to sleep." Then Parkinson and the others turned around and walked towards Slytherin.

In the dark night, a pair of deep and endlessly mysterious eyes quietly appeared, as if staring at everything...

...

That night, Leon slept very poorly. He had that dream again. Familiar scenes and familiar pictures were still vivid in his mind.

Soon the next day came, during the spell class, Joey's face was radiant, as if she was a different person, and by the way, there was also the sparkling crystal necklace around her neck.

Leon, on the other hand, was in very bad spirits, with dark circles under his eyes and no energy at all.

Professor Flitwick woke him up twice. Leon was frightened and quickly stood up to apologize.

Fortunately, Professor Flitwick didn't say much and reminded him to take more rest and not put too much pressure on himself. Moreover, he said this with a smile.

Both Dylan and Joey could tell that something was wrong with Leon, and he was not feeling well.

Until lunch, Dylan and Joey were worried about him and asked kindly. Leon hesitated and told them what happened when he went back to the kitchen alone last night...

Joey frowned slightly, "Are you a student of Hogwarts?"

Leon shook his head and said slowly: "Probably not, that man is very tall, well... more than a head taller than Dylan, and his voice is very mature, not like a student."

Dylan chewed the beef in his mouth and said hesitantly: "Many...many senior students are taller than me."

After a while, Joey seemed thoughtful. She put down her knife and fork and said slowly: "Three months? What does he want to do during these three months?"

Dylan shrugged, "Who knows."

Everyone fell silent, and Joey seemed to be thinking.

At this time, Joey suddenly leaned forward and whispered: "Is this the Hufflepuff basement?"

Hearing this, both Leon and Dylan were stunned.

"Then...isn't that a forbidden area? What are they doing there?" Dylan said tremblingly.

Joey frowned slightly, "I'm not sure, but this is the only way to explain it."

"The basement..." Leon muttered.

He still remembers the thrilling moment last night, those sharp eyes as cold as frost, which pierced his heart and soul.

...

In the next two days, the daily schedule was a repetitive cycle, including classes, meals, going to the library with Joy, etc. In the library, he watched her study those thick books, "The Beginning of Muggle Life", "The Spell" "How to Use", "A Refutation of Time", etc., are really boring. Dylan felt sleepy after reading a few pages, and Leon felt the same way, except for the book "The Good and Bad of Professor Snape" ：Secret and Great".

That book is very pertinent, and both the praise and criticism are reasonable.

In the afternoon, Professor McGonagall suddenly called Leon and Dylan to his office. They were facing a formidable enemy. It was probably because of their duel with Parkinson and the others two days ago and their misuse of broomsticks. Before leaving, Parkinson had a proud smile on his face. Watch them leave.

As soon as he went out, Leon staggered into a figure that flashed by. Leon was knocked to the ground and his butt hurt.

Leon rubbed his sore butt and heard a familiar voice. He first said: "Who doesn't have eyes?", and after a few seconds, he said: "It turns out to be little Potter..."

I saw Rosta with bright short hair, sitting on the ground cutely, with a smile on her face.

She seemed to be holding something and deliberately hiding it behind her back.

"Hello...Hello, Rosta."

Rosta was as bold as ever, and she even winked at Leon in front of everyone in the lobby. For some reason, Leon's heartbeat actually accelerated.

At this moment, Leon suddenly remembered that incident.

"Hurry up Leon, we don't have time, Professor McGonagall is still waiting for us!" Dylan said, reaching out his hand to help Leon up.

Leon stood up slowly with Dylan's help.

Rosta's movements were a little awkward, but she still stood up reluctantly, "See you next time, Potter!" She greeted happily, then walked around the two of them and walked forward.

As she passed, her hands inadvertently went to her chest.

Watching her back gradually move away, Leon shook his head. Fortunately, he stopped the urge to ask just now. It was a bit impolite to ask.

But the next second, Leon was stunned. In the corridor where Rosta walked, there was a small group of red threads connected on the ground in the distance. They were relatively scattered and could not be seen without looking carefully. Look at the red thread. , it seems like...bloodstains...

Leon's whole body seemed to have been electrocuted, his pupils were dull, and he was speechless for a long time.

"Let's go, Leon, why are you still standing there?" Dylan urged.

"Oh, okay." Leon came back to his senses and agreed, being pulled by Dylan's arm and moving forward, looking back from time to time.

...

After a while, the two arrived at the door of Professor McGonagall's office, and Dylan mustered up the courage to step forward and knock on it.

There was a knock on the door, and Professor McGonagall looked up slightly through her glasses and asked, "Potter and Iverson?"

"Yes, Professor McGonagall!"

"come in."

After the words fell, there was a creak, and the door was pushed open, and it was Leon and Dylan who came in.

Professor McGonagall's office is not big. The bookshelves are filled with books. There are several paintings hanging on the wall. One of them is a picture frame. The background looks like it was taken at Hogwarts. It is full of people. Everyone is standing there. one piece

"You...you are looking for us, Professor McGonagall." Leon mumbled.

"Yes, Potter." Professor McGonagall said, waving to them, "You two, come here and come closer."

"Okay... okay, Professor McGonagall."

Leon and Dylan walked over nervously, and finally stood in front of Professor McGonagall's desk.

Then, there was silence for a few seconds. Leon felt that Professor McGonagall must have thought that his confession was not sincere, so he was ready to scold him severely.

Just before Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, Leon lowered his head in advance and recognized his mistake: "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, it's all my fault. It has nothing to do with Dylan. It was my repentance that was written too..."

Professor McGonagall smiled and interrupted him: "Don't worry Potter, I read your confession and there's nothing wrong with it."

Only then did Leon dare to raise his head, blink his eyes and ask: "Then... what is that...?"

"That's it, Potter." Professor McGonagall said slowly: "I have seen your performance, but Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has always had clear rewards and punishments. After seeing your outstanding performance, I think you You two have very good flying talents. After discussion, we have decided to recruit you as members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Please prepare a suitable broomstick. I will introduce you to Gryffindor this afternoon. The captain of the team, Phil Bryant, will lead you in training."

After three full seconds, both Leon and Dylan opened their eyes wide and did not react for a long time.

Dylan chuckled and said: "Professor McGonagall, you...you said we were selected for the Gryffindor school team?"

Professor McGonagall nodded slowly, "Yes, Mr. Iverson."

"But...but we are still in the first grade." Leon asked at this time.

Professor McGonagall smiled for the first time in a long time, "Put your worries aside, Potter. As for the rule that first-year students are not allowed to join the Quidditch team, it has been revised every ten years. However, there can only be two first-year players. I I think you two are the best fit."

In the hearts of Leon and Dylan, infinite longing arose amid tension.

"Also, Potter, your father James Sirius Potter and grandfather Harry were both Gryffindor Seekers. They were both outstanding and won many honors for Gryffindor."

Leon was very happy. He knew that his father and grandfather Harry were very good players in Quidditch and had won many trophies for Gryffindor.

"But..." Professor McGonagall changed the topic and looked at Dylan: "Mr. Iverson, have you ever been exposed to Quidditch before?"

Dylan obviously did not expect Professor McGonagall to ask him, and he immediately replied: "Professor McGonagall, I have never touched Quidditch before, but I think I will try my best."

"Very good, Iverson." Professor McGonagall nodded, "As for you, Potter, what do you think?"

Leon blurted out without much hesitation: "Of course, of course, Professor McGonagall."

"Very good, but..." Professor McGonagall gave up, and Leon was thinking, maybe Professor McGonagall regretted it again?

"But I have decided that Porter is qualified as the goalkeeper, and Iverson is qualified as the seeker. Do you two have any objections?"

Hearing this, both Leon and Dylan widened their eyes, Dylan was happy and Leon was frustrated.

Obviously Leon wants to be a seeker more. After all, his father and grandfather were both born as seekers, and he wants to continue this fine tradition.

Dylan said happily: "No problem, Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall seemed to see what Leon was thinking, and she said slowly: "Potter, you don't have to be depressed. I arranged this because Mr. Iverson has a better talent as a seeker than you. Of course, I I'll say hello to Phil, and you can also do Seeker training."

"Okay...Professor McGonagall."