Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

Gray glanced around the castle, his eyes paused at the corner of the map, then stood up, walked to the window behind him, and looked into the distance.

Fred and George glanced at each other, neither knowing what the professor in front of them was thinking.

"Maybe he wants Filch to throw us into the Forbidden Forest." George spoke first.

"Is there such a good thing?" Fred was very surprised.

"Then you are really lucky, aren't you?" Gray turned to face them both, "I don't need to mention how many points will be deducted for night travel, right? If you add night travel during special periods and trespass into the secret passage... "

"So it's the same old rules again, Professor," Fred said. "We'll see the results tomorrow morning on the hourglass?"

"That's right." Gray folded up the map. He saw Fred and George looking directly at the Marauder's Map being put away into his robe. "The map will be confiscated and points will be deducted."

"Okay, okay - just don't tell my mother, Professor." Fred shrugged helplessly, "But, I don't understand, when did you discover this map?"

"We hid it well," George said.

"I found out early on," Gray said.

The Weasley twins opened their mouths in surprise, and they looked at Gray in disbelief: "You knew it a long time ago?"

"Yes, a long time ago, let's end this topic. But finally, I want to confirm one thing. Have you sneaked into Professor Snape's private storage room these days?"

"Absolutely not!" Fred immediately denied the matter.

"We haven't set such ambitious goals yet."

"What happened, Professor?"

"Professor Snape's storage room was burgled, and he found two red hairs at the scene." Gray said, "I certainly don't want it to be you. It's not correct to break into other people's rooms and steal things... …”

"There are many people with red hair! Professor!" Fred opened his mouth wide, "But who did it? I really want to get to know that warrior——"

"I remember the Hufflepuff who tried the vomit candy yesterday was a redhead," George said.

"Oh! That's right! His name is Jack Scott!" Fred said hurriedly, "And Sharmie, Lucy, Mera... all have red hair."

The two of them started making up random names.

"Who is the warrior?"

"Could it be Percy?"

"Even if his head was placed under the guillotine, he wouldn't steal a professor's office, would he?"

"Unless he's crazy!"

"You really haven't been to Snape's storeroom?"

"Absolutely not, Professor," Fred said firmly.

"We pledged our brother Percy's position as prefect."

Gray was lost in thought. He recalled Harry's firm look before. If it wasn't Harry and Ron, or Fred and George, who would have broken into Snape's storage room?

"Now I'm going to take you back to the common room in case you get into danger or slip away to do something else."

They pushed open the office door, and the portraits beside them chuckled.

"You know you're wrong, right? Reckless boys!" Emery Switch said proudly.

"Good evening, sir, have you had insomnia?" Fred didn't care about the proud look on the portrait.

"Disrespectful!" Emery Switch glared at Fred and George.

To prevent another long, loud lecture from Emery Switch from filling the corridors, he pushed the Weasley twins forward, telling them to walk faster.

"You two need to stop playing tricks," Gray said.

"Okay, Professor Morris, I promise to listen to you!" Fred said.

"Although you know that persuading us will have no effect." George added.

"Okay, I'll write to Mrs. Weasley," Gray said.

"Looks like we're not missing this one either," Fred said jokingly.

"But goodbye, Professor, we promise to be more honest next time." George said, "in order to avoid listening to her nagging."

The night patrol ended, and Gray informed Filch of the situation just now.

"Professor Morris, you really shouldn't have let them go so easily! The deduction is too light." Filch was a little angry, especially after he spent a long time climbing four floors, "They should have Pay something for it.”

"Then let's do it next time," Gray said and walked towards the door of the auditorium. "If I find that they make a mistake next time, I will definitely bring them to you first."

Filch sniffed, a little dissatisfied. He picked up Mrs. Norris and stroked her a few times to try to calm down: "Professor, where are you going?"

"I want to go out for some air, and don't worry about me."

Gray walked out of the castle until the door to the Great Hall turned into a small dot.He found a hidden place and opened the Marauder's Map.

"I solemnly swear that I will not do good deeds."

Gray felt a little violated, he was obviously doing a good thing now.

The moment he said the spell, the map in his hand appeared densely packed with fine characters.

Peter was still there, walking around in circles, and he was hiding with Hagrid just like before.

Gray walked along the lawn toward the light from Hagrid's hut. He knocked on the door of Hagrid's hut, and saw Hagrid open the door a crack. When he saw that it was him, he opened the door and invited him in.After entering the hut, he saw Hagrid seemed to be cooking something next to the stove.

"Gray, what's wrong with coming to my place so late?" Hagrid made him a pot of tea. Gray saw that he was in a very bad mental state, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, and his hair and beard were messier than before. .

"Today happens to be my turn for night patrol. I just saw that the lights were on here, so I came here." Gray held the teacup, "Hagrid, are you okay? I mean... what happened before."

Hagrid slumped down on his wooden bench as if frustrated: "It's useless. All my efforts are useless. They... they still want Buckbeak..."

"I'll try to help you, okay?" Gray said, "I told Claire about this and she said she would try to save it."

"Oh, you... thank you so much, thank you... really..." Hagrid's tears poured out, and he wiped his face twice with his sleeves, "To be honest, I feel too much these days. Sad, I watched the review progress step by step, and my hope became smaller and smaller... Nothing I did changed anything..."

"You're welcome...Actually, I didn't do anything. I just asked Claire for help. If it happens, she is the one you should thank most." Gray said while looking around, and the iron pot next to the stove was simmering. Gulu bubbled, "What are you cooking?"

"A tranquilizer specially given to animals." Hagrid looked at Yaya who was curled up on the sofa. "Yya is sick. He either sleeps or gets excited suddenly. His mood is very unstable and he doesn't know what happened. .”

The huge black hound looked very weak.

"I heard Gilderoy say before that if rats cause trouble, it may affect the energy of magical animals."

"What? Who? Gilderoy Lockhart?" Hagrid thought he heard wrongly. "You don't believe what he said, do you?"

"How do you know if you don't try?" Gray said, "Maybe you really have rats here."

"Although...but..." Hagrid hesitated.

"Here comes the mouse!" Gray took out his wand.