[hp] stay out of it

There is an unavoidable problem in a night tour in a quiet castle, that is, all noises will be amplified countless times in the moonlight that almost stops time, just like now, after getting used to the lonely atmosphere in the castle, I think The rubbing noise of the robes was deafening, completely ruining the present beauty.

Such a castle seems to be very beautiful everywhere.I lingered between the corridors with different styles, wondering about the thoughts of everyone who saw my portrait without sleeping-will they report to the teacher?I immediately thought that this hypothesis was unlikely. Most of them had been hung on the wall for too long, and they were destined to have a longer and boundless day. I guess I was not in the mood to report to the teacher because of my "little wizard" going out in the middle of the night. .

Before the next corner, a wizard holding a monocle even gestured to remind me that there was someone in front of me.I hesitated between the two options of going back the same way and going forward to check. In the end, probably because the night in the castle made me feel so good, so I didn’t go back the same way, but approached slowly and easily, Holding on to a candlestick in the corner, I found that the portrait on top of my head made the same gesture of looking out, even more nervous than me... I said, you can just run to the next frame.

The lonely people in the painting.I shrugged, glanced quickly around the corner, and then spotted the guy the wizard had warned me to pay attention to—that golden head was too eye-catching.

Malfoy put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the window frame and looked at the sky, looking very stylish.But the problem is that the window is too tall, and the 11-year-old Malfoy is still a bit short, so it makes people feel that if he is lying on the window sill and looking at the moon, it would be more appropriate-but everyone knows that the proud Master Malfoy is I don't bother to make such cute, or stupid actions.

I was about to leave, but at this moment he just moved his head and found me beside him.

I shrugged, pretending that I just passed by, and didn't intend to communicate with him too much.

"Hello, White." Malfoy stopped me, which surprised me a bit, after all, he only had trouble with me during the day.

"What?" Out of politeness, I stopped.

He opened his mouth, but swallowed the words, then frowned, and waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, you can go quickly. Don't stay with me, lest you be found out and get hurt I."

I turned my head and left indifferently. After walking for a while, I looked back and saw that the place by the window where the moonlight poured was empty, and the little blond boy had already left.I stood still and thought for a while, and then realized belatedly.

Had he been intimidated by the horrific and agonizing scene in that book of blood donations and severed arms?

I tapped the palm of my hand with my fist. It is very possible. Judging from this time, it is obvious that I came out for a stroll after waking up from a nightmare.

So, the second question, I, who have provided violent and bloody books that can cause psychological shadows to teenagers, should I pay attention to the follow-up questions?

I scratched my head, thought about solving the problem, and realized that the first solution that jumped into my mind was: books.

Of course, books can solve all problems - as long as you are willing to read and think.I made up my mind, went to the owl shed, borrowed the school owls (which was a bit difficult because at this point, the owls were all out having fun, and few were still hanging on the beams), and sent a few copies Post Office Orders Regarding Counseling.

As for whether he will read it after buying it back, it is not my problem.I whistled and problem solved.

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Two years passed quickly.It is worth mentioning that, haha, sorry, I am still one of the oldest people at this age.I am very satisfied, probably because I like the feeling that others have to look up to me... When I am too lazy to communicate with others-that is to say most of the time-I like to find some such boring fun to entertain myself, I still get lonely once in a while, I admit it.

For obvious reasons, I was homeless after the holidays.Until Ms. White's murderer comes to light, I don't think it wise to rush back to the house that gave me less than 10 minutes of memory.In addition, there is a great possibility that he didn't even realize that I was a fish that slipped through the net, and there was no need for me to remind him that he needed to take another person's life.

Professor Flitwick talked to me before Christmas in my first year about where I would go during the summer vacation, and he also implicitly tested whether it was possible for me to find my father and let him raise me.But we both knew that was impossible, otherwise Ms. White would not have been called Ms. White by the neighbors, but Mrs. Something—clearly wishing to get rid of her father's past.

Ms. White's family does not have any relatives. There are indications that Vincent White grew up to 1 years old, and Ms. White is an orphan and widow, and they depend on each other.

In the end, my heartless roommate Benelli Hornby and his warm-hearted family took me in.The school didn't stop me from living somewhere other than my own home, because I wasn't like Harry, who had some sort of protective spell about blood and a gang of desperadoes who wanted to hunt him down, and no one thought about it Mu wished for my life—well, if you put it that way, the murderer who committed the White House murder might have to protest.

So in order to make sure that the Hornby family is not implicated by me, that is, I want to know if there are any killers outside the school who are still thinking about my life (sounds a bit ridiculous, but I can just in case) Instead of staying at school over the Christmas break, I wandered around London alone for four days to test my own safety.On the fifth day, Professor Flitwick found me on the roof of a certain apartment building with a deadpan face—this was already a very serious expression for Professor Flitwick—Professor Flitwick knew that my family was in the first grade What happened before school started, so he quickly realized what I was doing, and he scolded me (didn't forget to cast a warming spell on me): "You have been wandering alone for ten days where no one is watching, of which Seven days still lying in a hotel with no whereabouts, it is obvious that no one is chasing your ass to kill you! Christmas is still running in the street freezing, and I don't know how you are the top student in our college. Go away , Throw away those few breads, we will go to school soon... It is so cold outside, you are not afraid of freezing yourself."

I obediently discarded all the things I had worked so hard to get from Muggles on the roof, and followed Professor Flitwick around to Diagon Alley... I sighed in my heart for the bread and water thrown on the roof, no need In terms of magic and pounds, it is very difficult to get things from Muggles.

Later, Professor Flitwick changed his mind, sent me a hasty message, and took me directly to Hornby's house. I will not mention the following things. The Bellini family has a gentle and enthusiastic personality. The school holiday, I Just go to their house, during which Dan Qi and other friends will come to visit.Fortunately, none of these people was highlighted by Rowling, so when I saw them, it was not easy for me to think that I was a rather abrupt existence in this world.

Also, I later learned that Benilli's mother, Alina Hornby, was an Auror, which eased my concerns about possible trouble for the family a little.

To sum up, in such a calm and peaceful day, one day during the summer vacation after the end of the second grade, Professor Flitwick came to visit and offered to take me back to White's house to have a look, "I may have a little clue", this What seemed to me a reasonable but unexpected request took me by surprise.

In fact, Professor Flitwick probably has no clues at all, because we slipped to No. [-] Fran Street with a few breath-holding spells, after a few laps around the White House that lost its owner, except for the people who settled in the house. The tramp found nothing.When Professor Flitwick looked at me, his expression was a bit unnatural.

He has something to hide, and he seems to disapprove of bringing me back here, but he also hopes that I will not question him.

So I didn't ask anything.Sooner or later you will know.

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This is the third year, and I'm about to forget that there are things attacking on the train.

——The dementors arrived as promised.

I stared at the ragged ghostly figure outside the door, a little curious.

What would I think of?

What is the most painful and unpleasant thing in my mind?

To my faint disappointment, the dementor didn't come in, and something that Dan Qi took out made it look a little disgusted, so it put down its dead branch-like hand on the glass, and floated away slowly.

"Black cat's bone," Dan Qi saw this scene, shook the thing in his hand - a small black stick, and grinned gratifiedly, "You know, to ward off evil spirits...but it's not very powerful, how many It’s probably useless.” Dan Qi habitually pointed out the advantages and disadvantages of things, while throwing the bone to me, “Take it, I still have a piece of myself.”

Benelli salivated, "What about mine?"

Dan Qi dragged down his luggage and searched for things, obviously looking for information on dementors, and said casually: "You are probably the least likely to be attacked by dementors... No, this is about potions... Besides, people who stay honestly with their classmates during the day and night are basically not in danger."

Bite the word "evening" hard.

It seems that my behavior of sneaking out to watch the night scene in the past two years is too arrogant...

Even Dan Qi has noticed it, and it is estimated that the professors are well aware of it.But what the heck.I was a tragic little child who witnessed the death of his mother.Go out to relax at night, the sad card is not in vain.

Benelli heard that Danqi was laughing at him for being heartless and not a good ration for dementors, so he had a verbal battle with Danqi.No one paid attention to a figure running hurriedly in the corridor, and I watched his old robes tumbling away. This should be Professor Lupine.

His Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a special practical class for Rowling and Harry's double certification. I looked at his back and looked forward to the start of school.

The author has something to say:

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11 years old, the age at which Conan would be afraid [Chang Xiang face]

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After reading a lot of popular science posts, I got confused and still haven't figured out what color Draco's hair should be.Gold is fine, it doesn't matter if it is deep gold, light gold or platinum =, =

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PS, no need to reply and tell me what color it is.Let this question become a mystery in my heart forever XD