Snakes at Hogwarts

The next morning, Andros yawned and came to the auditorium on the first floor of the castle.

Not long after, Draco and Zabini also walked in with listless looks.

If it hadn't been for Snape's Potions class coming up soon, they certainly wouldn't have gotten out of bed.

They had been struggling with those damn Gryffindors for half the night last night, being frightened and desperately trying to escape. It was good to be able to get out of bed today.

The three of them sat at the long Slytherin table, yawning one after another while absentmindedly picking at the food on their plates.

Draco even fell asleep again in a daze. If Andros hadn't pulled him away from him, he almost fell into the cereal.

"Looking at you, did you sneak out last night?" Sensing Draco's embarrassment, Senior Sister Farley asked amusedly.

"Ah~" Draco's face turned red as he just woke up from his sleep, as if he had been caught doing something bad.

This little dragon is always so silly and even a little cute.

"No, no." Sensing the sudden sharp look in Senior Farley's eyes, Draco left and changed his tone, "Yes, we went out for a walk at night."

"I just slipped out for a little while." He explained, his red face filled with guilt.

"Yes." Senior Sister Farley nodded slightly.

"There is nothing that cannot be said. When I was your age, I also explored the castle all day long. After all, this place holds too many novel secrets for you."

"As long as you don't get caught, I won't bother to care about you, but,"

Senior Sister Farley changed the subject.

"I don't want to see you guys going out at night too frequently. Likewise, I don't want to hear any of you being caught by Filch or other professors because you can't control your curiosity." She warned very seriously.

"If you cause Slytherin to lose points so that we end up losing the House Cup this year, I swear, I will teach you a lesson you will never forget."

The little snakes naturally nodded to this, and then promised that they would never go out at night again in the future. They had never seen Senior Farley look so fierce.

Should I tell her the truth?

In fact, no matter how hard Slytherin tried, he couldn't win the House Cup this year.

Andros thought, he knew the plot, and if nothing else happened, Dumbledore had already assigned the thing to Gryffindor.

How could they possibly compete for the Headmastership of Hogwarts?

In the original book, the latter casually added a few hundred points to Gryffindor.

If possible, he really wanted to remind Senior Farley that he didn't want to see the latter investing so much energy and emotion only to get nothing in the end.

She would definitely be very sad in that case.

Even if he told her the truth now, I'm afraid she wouldn't believe it.

As for night travel, to be honest, Andros doesn’t actually do much night travel at all.

Because human energy is limited, the heavy study pressure during the day alone has made him breathless. He is not a superman who can go without eating, drinking or resting.

Of course, the learning pressure I am referring to is not the things that professors talk about in class.

It was an after-school homework that Andros himself took the initiative to add when he went to the library. He has now almost read through the second grade knowledge, and is constantly practicing those spells.

No one's success is casual. He is not a genius, and there is no magical system or grandfather. If you want to be superhuman, you must work harder than others.

This is fair and realistic.

The heavy study pressure made Andros not choose to go out at night at all. When he returned to the dormitory, he would only think about falling asleep as soon as possible.

Moreover, Andros did not choose to take energy potions due to lack of money and fear of too strong side effects.

He didn't feel like he needed to fight so hard.

"As long as you know what's going on, I'm just saying the ugly things first." Senior Sister Farley nodded with satisfaction and seemed quite satisfied with the little snakes' statements.

"Where were you last night?" she asked.

Draco immediately perked up when he heard someone ask about last night's adventure. He now wished that everyone knew that he had taught Harry and the red-haired idiot next to him a lesson in a duel. Had a meal.

Starting from the duel with Potter, this loose-mouthed little dragon described it vividly.

He completely didn't notice that Andros's face was getting darker and darker next to him.

"You must have no idea how miserable Potter was at that time." Draco's eyes were filled with excitement.

"Later, just when I was about to teach this guy a lesson, the damn stinky cat Filch raised came out of nowhere. Then we started running away and pushed down all the armor on the fourth floor. On the ground."

"No wonder I heard that Filch was swearing this morning." Senior Sister Farley gently flipped her hair, and then used her eyes to signal Draco to continue.

"How did you escape Filch's capture?" she asked with interest.

No, do you want to go on?

Looking at the enthusiastic Draco, Andros closed his eyes in pain.

Does this guy have a big mouth just to talk about his shit?

Draco didn't see Andros's desperate eyes.

He is talking enthusiastically now

From the moment they got rid of Filch, the little dragon kept talking until they finally entered the corridor that was classified as a restricted area by Dumbledore.

"Senior Farley, you must not have imagined what is in the restricted area that Dumbledore explicitly prohibited from entering." At this point, Draco proudly let it go.

"There's a three-headed dog in there, right?"

"Ah you, how did you know?"

What Draco and Andros didn't expect was that Senior Sister Farley actually knew what was inside.

"Of course I know, why, is it so unexpected? You don't really think that you are the first wave of little wizards to enter the corridor on the fourth floor, do you?"

Senior Farley rolled her eyes, and Andros noticed that it was rare that she didn't wear the ponytail that had remained unchanged for thousands of years today.

Her shoulder-length black hair, which was very smooth and smooth, was casually spread behind her, and a faint fragrance came out as she moved it from time to time.

It was an indescribable smell, it should be some kind of shampoo made from the essence of magical flowers and plants in the wizarding world.

Perhaps it was because he had reached puberty earlier, but Andros found himself very strange during this period.

Whether it was when he was studying with Hermione or when he held Pansy's little hand last night, he always thought about some strange things.

That is something that is absolutely impossible to describe in words.

Moreover, looking at the well-developed senior Farley, Andros suddenly found that a certain part of his body began to react a little bit.

Don't think about it, damn, you're only 11 years old

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"Not long before school started, some senior students who were more curious than you entered that corridor."

It's a pity that Senior Farley didn't notice the dirty thoughts in Andros's heart.

"As far as I know, at least four or five waves of people broke into it."

Seeing Draco's shocked look, Senior Farley continued to hit him with a smile.

"Don't you really think that a simple door lock can curb the curiosity of those Gryffindors?"

Have so many students already explored there?

Andros, who came back to his senses, was also surprised. This was the first time he knew these things.

However, it is normal to say this.

If it was true that only Harry and a few people had broken in, that would be a bit unreasonable.

In Andrews' memory, these little wizards who were fond of mischief were not easily frightened by Dumbledore's words.

Not to mention others, those two Gryffindor treasures must have been in that corridor too.

In fact, this is fine. The more people who explore it, the more reasonable it will be for them to go to that corridor later.

Andros thought secretly.

Even though it sounds disgusting to say it, he was still thinking about the big dog's saliva.

That thing is more valuable than selling yourself.

When he thought of his shriveled wallet, Andros just wanted to rush back to the corridor on the fourth floor with a few glass tubes.

No, I still need to plan carefully. I can count on this for next semester's living expenses.

"Then why have I never heard anyone talk about this?" Draco asked.

"Do you think anyone would talk at the table in the auditorium without any scruples like you?" Senior Sister Farley rolled her eyes angrily. She now seriously doubted Xiaolong's IQ.

Why does he seem to think that he is a Gryffindor who has mixed up with Slytherin?

"After all, it is something forbidden by Dumbledore's order. We cannot disobey the principal's will too much."

"Moreover, everyone was deflated in front of the three-headed dog. Although no one was hurt, no one successfully entered the trap door below. This may be one of the reasons why they are unwilling to talk about it."

"Has no one ever broken in down there?" Draco's eyes suddenly lit up.

"No, if you have an idea, I advise you to give it up as soon as possible. It is not something that students can deal with."

"I just want to find out what's in there," Draco muttered.

"Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with you, and I hope you can recognize that."

"You have potions class later, go to class." Without any explanation, Senior Sister Farley issued an eviction order to several people.

"Go to class quickly, and don't let me catch you wandering there again at night."

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