The Days of Sneaking at Hogwarts

midnight.

Anuo opened his eyes suddenly, and sat up slowly, only feeling hot all over, and his vision was a little blurred, which was the same as when she was young.

"Is it finally going to change back?" Arnold was a little happy. "Wait a minute, now that you are talking, what should you do with your clothes? You have to make your clothes bigger first. Magic wand, where is my magic wand?"

A Nuo's magic wand was put on the desk, A Nuo jumped out of bed and ran to the table, but unfortunately she couldn't reach it, A Nuo's body was getting hotter and hotter, and A Nuo began to worry that when he got bigger, his clothes hadn't had time get bigger.

However, Arnold's worry was unnecessary, because after she got her magic wand and made her clothes bigger, she still didn't change back.

A Nuo yawned, "Is this some kind of false signal? Why am I still in this damned state?" Just as A Nuo was about to make her clothes smaller and go back to sleep, her body started to heat up again, and she was still a little tired. Without strength, just when she thought she was going to transform back, the heat on her body disappeared again, but nothing changed.

"This potion is trying to trick me." Just when A Nuo said this, her body suddenly became bigger, and the bigger A Nuo still couldn't slow down, maybe she wasn't quite used to the change. After growing up, he stood up and fell to the ground with a "bang". A Nuo slowly got up from the ground and rubbed his sore buttocks.

"Arnold?" Draco didn't sleep very deeply, he sat up when he heard the sound, "Have you transformed back?" Draco got out of bed, walked to Arnold's side, looked up and down , "Is there any uncomfortable place?"

"No, look, everything is fine." Arnold shook his head and turned around, "It just so happened that it was getting dark, so I just took the opportunity to sneak back."

Draco was a little happy, but a little disappointed, nodded, "Yeah."

"Don't you want me?" Arnold deliberately moved closer to Draco.

Draco was taken aback by Arnold's sudden approach, looked at Arnold who was so close in front of him, and swallowed, "No, no, no, no."

A Nuo shrugged, "Then I'm leaving, there are still a few unwritten articles, and if I don't write any more, it will be almost Wednesday, and if I don't hand it in on Wednesday, I'll be done."

After Arnold left, Draco took a deep breath and adjusted for a long time. Under the warm-toned light, the girl's fair skin was like the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the sky, like a sunset, mysterious and carefree. Lazy, quiet, comfortable, always able to attract infinite reverie.

After Arno walked out of the Slytherin common room, in order to avoid Filch, she thought of another way. After walking into a corridor she was very unfamiliar with, she regretted it a little.

It seemed to be a dead end, and there was a mirror at the end of the corridor. It was a very imposing mirror, reaching to the ceiling, with a golden frame, 2 claw-shaped feet underneath, and "Eris St. Rah Ohru Ayitoubi Kafru Ayitang Vorhes".

Arnold walked over and looked at the mirror. It was strange that she didn't appear on it. Just when she was about to get closer, Draco appeared on the mirror, as well as Harry, Ron, He Min, Fred, George, Ginny, Heather, Jasmine, Yvette, etc., basically everyone she knows is on it, but it’s different from usual, everyone is very harmonious, the relationship between Draco and Harry There is no tension like usual, and everyone has a beautiful smile on their faces.

"The Mirror of Erised can make people see the most urgent and strongest desire in their hearts." Dumbledore suddenly appeared behind Arnold.

"Professor Dumbledore." Arnold looked at the mirror, "Is it the strongest desire? Is this like a Boggart that everyone sees differently?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, it's just that one is the most feared and the other is the most desired."

A Nuo looked at the mirror and had deep doubts about herself. Is this kind of reunion what she longed for most in her heart? "Principal, can this mirror be fake?"

Dumbledore obviously didn't expect Arnold to say that. After a few seconds of silence, Dumbledore patted Arnold's head, "Ask the deepest part of your heart, and you will get the answer."

"Of course, this mirror can't teach us, and can't tell us the truth. People spend their days in front of it, fascinated by what they see, and even driven crazy, because they don't know whether everything in the mirror is true or not. Real, is it possible to realize it.” Dumbledore also stood in front of the mirror like Arnold, “So, this is not a good mirror, you can’t linger in front of it, the best suggestion is to go back to the dormitory, sleep Have a good night's sleep."

"I'll go back now." Arnold turned around, and just about to leave, he turned around again and looked at Dumbledore who was still there, "Principal, can I ask you a question?"

Dumbledore nodded, waiting patiently for Arno to speak her question.

"Professor Lupine showed us Boggarts in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and my Boggarts were weird, with an indescribable feeling, very depressing, but not scary at all, and I didn't look at my Boggart, the only thing I saw was a strange black mist." Arno carefully recalled his own experience in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that day.

Dumbledore thought for a while, then gently patted Arnold's head, "I think, maybe you are fearless, okay, it's late, let me take you back while Mr. Filch is away Bar."

"Huh? Go back like this?" Arnold didn't react for a moment.

Dumbledore smiled mischievously, "Apparatus." As soon as he finished speaking, he and Arnold appeared at the door of the Hufflepuff common room. Dumbledore patted Arnold, "Good night, Arnold, have a good dream." After finishing speaking, Dumbledore Apparated again and left.

It's a pity that Arno didn't have a good dream that night. She stayed up all night and finished writing twelve potion papers abruptly. She would really thank Snape for giving her such a It's a good opportunity to have such close contact with the potion book, the long night is long, and the only thing I can do is to write with a pen.