[HP] Hogwarts Muggle University

It looked like something was going on between Lily and Snape.

Or at least the Cold War.

The reason is very simple - in the face of Lily's questioning and accusations, Snape evasively refused to promise to give up his "dealer" status.

This kind of situation was originally something James liked, but after he didn't "encounter" with Lily outside the chemistry classroom as usual on Tuesday, James felt that something was wrong.

"She didn't come to class?" he asked, catching Mary.She glanced around and motioned him to follow her to a place with fewer people:

"She doesn't want to come to chemistry class."

"In no mood?"

"She's not sick," Mary added, "she just doesn't want to go on with chemistry... You know, she doesn't want to meet Snape in class."

James had already secretly observed the situation in the classroom: "Snape didn't come to class either."

"He's ashamed." Mary snorted at this. "Anyway, here's your chance, young man." She winked her eyes, and James smiled knowingly.

However, before James could take advantage of it, he had another big event on his hands.

The second week of the spring term is the tryouts for the football team.This year the Hogwarts rugby team just happens to have two substitutes, so the competition becomes extra fierce.

"We can definitely get in." Sirius comforted in the locker room. "In other words, it doesn't matter if we can't get in. Anyway, we're just starting from the bench to get into the team now."

"I've almost never been so nervous." James kept checking his shoes, and Sirius handed him a bottle of water in a ridiculous way:

"Take a sip of water to suppress shock?"

"Thank you," James said. "If I pass the selection, I'll go and confess to Lily this afternoon."

Sirius didn't know where to start complaining.

At this time, the coach called them together to start warming up. James looked around. Although there were many tall, muscular and strong men in the crowd, he and Sirius were the only freshmen among them.

That's justified.James relaxed a little.Even if you fail, you won't lose face too much.

"Ready to play."

"—Wait a minute." Another coach suddenly walked into the warm-up room, his eyes swept across the crowd, "Who is James Potter?"

James turned his head suspiciously: "Me."

The coach didn't have a smile on his face: "Someone reported you for doping."

"Me?" James was shocked, "That's impossible!"

"He can't!" said Sirius, "I can assure him—"

"Mr. Potter," the coach said seriously, "can you come and open your locker?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, James walked out of the crowd angrily and followed the coach back to the locker room. After thinking for a while, Sirius broke through the crowd and caught up.

But none of them expected that the coach actually found a small bottle of Ritalin still in James' coat pocket.

James froze.

"It's a false accusation, Coach!" Sirius argued swiftly, "He absolutely didn't—"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to continue to participate in the trials, Mr. Potter." The coach interrupted Sirius and said in a businesslike manner. "At least you have to say goodbye to the sports team temporarily until we investigate this matter."

James' face became extremely embarrassed.

"definitely is……"

"Hurry up and go back to the trials." James suddenly turned his head and said to Sirius. The latter was stunned for a moment, half of what he said got stuck in his throat, "Don't let them succeed."

Sirius understood instantly.

Rookwood sat down on the sofa in a trance, Dolohov saw him like this, and poured him a glass of ice water.

Then Rookwood's phone rang, and he picked it up.

"Have you considered?"

Rookwood asked hoarsely, "What do you want?"

"The first drafts of those papers, you know what I mean."

"No... no." Luke Wood groaned and refused, "That would destroy me... I would be blacklisted by all research centers and laboratories."

"I'm fully prepared, they won't find out at all." Tom said, "Think about it, are you going to help me this time, or are you going to refuse?"

Rookwood's hands trembled slightly, the strange psychedelic feeling that swept over his body and mind that night came back, his hand trembled, the glass shattered, and the cold water hit the soles of his feet, Rookwood shuddered.

"...are you thinking about it?" Tom asked.

"I—" he took a deep breath, and Dolokhov's surprised question became distant and unreal, "Okay, I will help you, but only this time."

"Very good." Tom smiled lightly, he hung up the phone, and the message from Bella a few minutes ago was displayed on the computer screen:

"nailed it."