A friendly day at Hogwarts

The two enjoyed their late night snack, and the other house elves returned to their posts, leaving only their leader with them.

Morgana tried several times to ask him to sit down for a while, but was rejected with a wave of her hand.

In desperation, Glenn had to forcefully "order" him to sit down.

The elf was forced to obey and sat on the bench next to him, looking awkward.

"By the way, we don't know your name yet?" Glenn, who was full and full, suddenly thought of something and put the tea cup on the table.

With a "swish" sound, the elf suddenly jumped to the ground and bowed in fear.

"You can call me Rooney, my dear young master!"

Rooney?

Glenn looked at his hairline and chubby figure, wanting to laugh a little, and his expression looked very strange.

"Thanks for the hospitality, Rooney."

Morgana also finished enjoying the last piece of sponge cake and said with satisfaction.

"You're so polite!" Rooney was flattered and bent down again, bowing to salute.

Glenn was helpless, his eyes happened to glance across Morgana's face, and he couldn't help but raise his finger to point at the corner of his lips, where there was still a trace of cream.

The girl's face turned red and she quickly wiped it twice to clean the cream from the corners of her mouth.

"It's getting late, so we won't delay any more." Glenn stood up and said to Rooney, "You have worked hard too, so go to bed early."

Rooney, who had just straightened up, bowed again like a roly-poly and said, "Thank you, Master and Miss, for your concern!"

The other house elves also stopped what they were doing and ran over.

Glenn and Morgana, who had just stood up, were surrounded by more than a dozen house elves for the second time.

They waved the various snacks in their hands and clamored for them to be taken back to the lounge.

Until the pockets of both men's robes were filled, and there were still many cookies that they couldn't handle.

"Thank you, goodbye!" The two of them were escorted out of the kitchen.

The elves crowded at the door and watched them go away, still shouting.

"Young master and young lady are always welcome to come again next time!"

Glen asked softly as they passed through the foyer and ascended the castle stairs in the moonlight.

"The elves are a little too enthusiastic, aren't they?"

"Um..."

Morgana responded, her voice as thin as a gnat.

For some reason, she was particularly shy today. She blushed again just walking side by side with Glenn. Fortunately, she couldn't see clearly on the dark stairs.

"By the way, you haven't said why you missed dinner."

Glenn asked as he waited for the changing stairs to turn around.

"It's nothing, I just missed it." Morgana refused to answer.

Naturally, Glenn wouldn't buy it and continued to ask: "Don't worry, I won't tell others. I am very curious. If you don't tell me, I may keep chasing you for several days."

Morgana turned her head and rolled her eyes at him, and said helplessly: "After you left last night, I was in a bad mood, so I drank all the remaining wine."

"All?!" Glenn was shocked, "A half bottle of Firewhiskey and seven or eight bottles of Butterbeer?"

"Yes." The girl nodded, "I drank until dawn, and when I woke up it was already midnight..."

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered!

Glenn shrank his neck. He didn't expect this girl to be so good at drinking. She had just turned 12 years old...

"What about you?" Morgana pursed her lips and asked.

"I went to see Dumbledore and accidentally missed dinner."

Glenn did not mention the notebook containing his experiences, but he had no intention of hiding his meeting with Dumbledore.

He wanted to tell the story about Morgana's Patricia directly.

"Going to see Dumbledore?" The girl showed a puzzled expression, "Did something happen again last night?"

Glenn nodded slightly in the moonlight.

Morgana glanced at him with some concern: "You...are not injured?"

"That's not true," Glenn smiled softly and said calmly, "Patricia threw a killing curse at me, but I dodged it."

"what?!"

Morgana was startled, stopped suddenly, and looked at him with complicated eyes.

Glenn shrugged, pretending not to care and joking: "It's not particularly dangerous. Dumbledore has prepared a treasure for me today that can save my life."

He took a step forward and wanted to move forward, but a small hand grabbed his sleeve.

"What's wrong?" He turned around a little strangely and met a pair of bright eyes that shone slightly under the moonlight.

Morgana bit her lower lip lightly, but hesitated to speak.

"I... didn't expect Patricia to bring you such great danger."

She spoke word by word, as if trying to make a very difficult decision.

"Actually, it's really not that dangerous." Glenn frowned slightly. Today's Morgana made him feel a little strange. "I was a little careless last night. It could have been avoided."

Morgana shook her head slightly, and her tone suddenly became smoother: "No, you didn't understand what I meant."

"Huh?" Glenn looked at her confused.

A spring-like smile bloomed on the girl's face.

"Actually, I want to say that I don't want you to help me save Patricia."

Glenn was startled when he heard this.

A woman's heart, a needle under the sea...

He couldn't figure out why the girl who was so determined a few days ago suddenly changed her mind.

It can’t just be because we had a drink together and had a late-night snack...

"What are you thinking? Are you so happy that you are stupid?"

Morgana waved her hand in front of his eyes, interrupting his thoughts.

"What's so exciting about this?" he replied subconsciously.

The girl seemed dissatisfied with his reaction. The smile on her face faded and she glanced at him lightly.

"Aren't you happy enough that you got rid of such a dangerous burden?"

She was annoyed in her heart. This stupid boy was like a piece of wood. He couldn't understand how difficult it was for her to make this decision.

The silly boy was even more confused now. The girl in front of him went from distressed, to smiling, to now indifferent.

In just a few minutes, my emotions went up and down. Who can understand this?

"Could it be that you were worried about me..." Glenn tried in a low voice, "that's why you decided not to let me help you save Patricia, right?"

"The devil has to worry about you!"

Morgana was ashamed and angry, rolled her eyes at him, and strode towards Gryffindor Tower.

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished speaking yet!" Glenn quickly took a few steps to catch up.

The girl walked faster and faster. Without a map, it was difficult for him to catch up with her in the dark.

In desperation, he had no choice but to lower his voice and shout.

"The reason why I mentioned Dumbledore to you is not to get rid of helping you save Patricia!"