Magician of HP Clow card

"No...it's okay. You can...walk with me."

"In case... if we don't... arrive in time... I can still... help you... a bit."

Now that the words have come to this point, Lilith has no choice but to refuse, so she just wants to agree. Then a voice as low as a whisper was heard.

"I'm so sorry, Professor Quirrell. She was detained by me tonight because of something in class. So she can't go back with you."

It was Snape, and Lilith felt that he was radiating light at this moment. Professor Snape saved her from fire and water.

"This... looks like it, which... is... okay."

Snape didn't listen to Quirrell at all and looked down at Lilith. "Come on, don't let your poor Potions Master waste your time."

She ran two steps quickly to keep up. Snape walked very fast, the dark wizard's robes billowing, occasionally touching her robes.

The smell of wormwood seemed to have stained her clothes.

Lilith was a little lost. When she came back to her senses, she found that they were going further and further downwards. It was really in the direction of Slytherin, and I was surprised.

Do you really want to put her in confinement?

Walking into Professor Snape's office, there are cabinets full of potion bottles and herbs on both sides.

The room was dark, lit only by two portable lamps placed on the table.

Even the air was much colder after we came in.

"Sit down there and make a pot of scabies potion." Snape pointed to the small table opposite, with herbs and a cauldron on it.

Lilith nodded obediently, sat on the small stool, and started operating in a meticulous manner.

Snape looked at it for a while, and after confirming that there was no problem, he returned to his desk and corrected his homework.

What does this say? Oh, Gryffindor, P.

This one is even worse, even the names of medicinal herbs can be spelled wrong, T.

This one barely catches the eye, give it an A?

Professor Snape's frown deepened. Time passed quickly, and Lilith had already prepared the potion. Put it in a bottle.

The blue color of the potion is enough to prove that this is a successful potion.

"Professor, I'm done." Lilith gently placed the potion on Professor Snape's desk.

After Snape finished writing a D, he raised his head and looked at the medicine bottle. Seeing the blue liquid, the frown finally relaxed a little.

I picked it up and looked at the light for two seconds. There were almost no impurities. For ordinary students, it was already enough to get an O.

"Well, let's go back." Snape stood up and walked to a small cabinet to put the medicine bottles. Lilith guessed that this should be a cabinet specially used to store students' finished products.

"You...send me back?" Lilith asked with some uncertainty now that it was past curfew time.

Although she doesn't have any hiding methods. But it cannot be used in front of the professor.

"Let's go, don't waste time." Snape waved his wand and cast a silent spell, causing the fluorescent light to flash.

Then he took Lilith to the Gryffindor common room.

There was no communication between the two along the way, and Lilith clearly felt that Snape was not in a good mood.

"Tomorrow, confinement will continue. Don't forget to write a 10-inch long paper on scabies potion. This is a class assignment." Snape left these words when sending her in.

Lilith was stunned, what do you mean? She had some doubts that it was Old Bee who asked Snape to do this. After all she didn't do anything, it didn't make sense.

"Lilith, are you okay? We went to see you at Madam Pomfrey's after class." Hermione stood up from the sofa in the lounge.

Harry and Ron were also waiting for her here.

"I seemed to hear Professor Snape's voice." Because of this, Harry became even more worried about Lilith's safety.

"Yes, that's Professor Snape. I was in solitary confinement and he sent me back."

Lilith said, and talked about meeting Professor Quirrell again.

"I feel like Professor Quirrell is kind-hearted and wants to give it to you."

Harry and Ron's impression of Professor Quirrell was not too bad.

After all, who would be afraid of someone who stutters even when he speaks? Poor Professor.

"But every time I see Professor Quirrell, I feel a little creepy." Lilith said, showing off a tremor in her shoulders.

"Lilith, are you a vampire?" Hermione covered her mouth and snickered.

"What do you mean?" Ron looked confused.

"Hermione!" Lilith reacted, became angry, and rushed towards Hermione to scratch her flesh.

"I just hate the smell of garlic." Harry also understood and explained to Ron.

There is no such thing in the wizarding world.

The next day because she slept late, Lilith was forced to get up by Hermione.

There was a flying lesson today, and Hermione seemed a little nervous. This was the only subject she was unsure about.

"Don't be nervous, Hermione, you learn everything very quickly."

Standing on the grass, Lilith comforted Hermione.

"Huh..." Hermione took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Welcome to your first flying lesson, what are you waiting for?"

"Each person has a broom, hold out your right hand, and say come up."

Professor Huo Qi has a pair of yellow eyes like an eagle. Her short, sleek hair makes her look vigorous and resolute.

"Up!"

"Up!"

On the lawn, students shouted one after another.

"Up!" Draco stretched out his hand and shouted, and the broom flew into his hand.

He looked up at Harry arrogantly, wanting to show off his abilities, but the corners of his mouth had not yet risen. Only to find that Harry had also obtained the broom.

"Okay, we've got the broom. Please ride on it and hold on tight."

"When I whistle, you jump up. Try to keep the broom as steady as possible."

"Lean forward and fly slowly across the ground."

"Listen to my whistle, three...two..."

"Ahhhhh...!" Neville didn't wait for the whistle to sound, and the broom in his hand soared into the sky.

"Mr. Longbottom, come down." Professor Hooch took out his wand and wanted to help.

As a result, the out-of-control broom carried Neville straight into the crowd. Professor Huo Qi was almost hit and could only dodge in a hurry.

Neville's broom spun him around and hit the wall.

Then he swooped upwards, hung Neville on the spear of the stone statue of the Tower Knight, and flew away alone.

Neville was screaming as his robes began to tear.

Professor Huo Qi took out his wand and used the Cushion Charm to cushion the falling Neville.

But unfortunately Neville still sprained his wrist.

"No one is allowed to ride on a broomstick until I come back, you hear me?"

"If I see someone flying up into the sky, I'm going to get the hell out of Hogwarts before they even see the Quidditch game."

Professor Huo Qi said, helping Neville to the school doctor's office.

Then Malfoy discovered Neville's memory ball.

"That big fat guy, if he remembers to pick up his memory ball and squeeze it. He should know that he should land butt first."

"Give it to me, Malfoy!" Harry was very angry when he heard this.

Malfoy heard Harry's voice and turned around, thinking about it.

"No, I want to hide it." After saying that, he flew up on his broom.

"What's wrong, Potter, can't you fly?" Malfoy threw the memory ball.

Harry was provoked by Malfoy and stepped up with a broom.

Hermione didn't even try to stop him.

"You can't get it even if you come up." Malfoy said and took Neville's memory ball. Throw it far away.

Harry finally received the memory ball by the window of Professor McGonagall's office.

At this moment, Malfoy was standing among the Slytherins, with a look of gloating on his face.

"Don't be happy, Harry will definitely not expel him." Lilith hugged the broom and stared at Malfoy's shiny platinum back.

"Harry's little follower?" Malfoy raised his chin proudly.

"He's Harry's friend, thank you!" Lilith turned around and saw someone calling Harry away.

He said that Professor McGonagall wanted to see him for something.

"Look, Harry will be expelled." Malfoy also saw it.

Lilith said nothing and gave Malfoy a meaningful smile.

Sure enough, during dinner, Harry secretly told a few people that he had made the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Hermione took Harry to see his father, James Potter's Quidditch trophy.

Harry was very excited.

"Harry, you must be an excellent seeker. I heard your father was one. It's a family inheritance." Hermione cheered Harry up.

"Harry, you're so cool." Ron patted Harry on the back.

Harry's eyes were soft, he was stroking the trophy that belonged to his father in his hand, and nodded happily.

In a blink of an eye, it was confinement time again, and Lilith stood in front of Medusa's door, feeling a little melancholy. Professor Snape didn't tell her the password.

Medusa relief snake head, hissing.

The door of the office opened from the inside, and I don't know how Professor Snape knew she was coming.