[hp] stay out of it

On the second day, there was a lecture on the ups and downs and fascinating history of magic of the ghost Professor Binns.After the whole class was over, only a few students who were doing other things in the bottom did not fall asleep.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang, and Professor Binns announced slowly that the end of get out of class was not over yet. The students who were eager for lunch had already picked up their schoolbags, stuffed textbooks and quills in their arms, and ran away in a hurry.

I sat in my seat without moving.

When I was in class, out of habit, I once again conducted an experiment to deduce the world order. The simplest experimental method was to appropriately disclose some information that others should not know.Say to Bellini, for example, "Did you know the house where Snape grew up was called Spider's End."

"Well...it's none of my business."

This kind of relatively useless information that he certainly would not have known before, but it would not change anything if he knew it.However, such small changes often cause dissatisfaction with the order.During my first two years here, I would experience varying degrees of discomfort, the most common being dizziness and sluggishness.But this kind of feedback became more and more sparse the longer I stayed here.

It almost gives me the feeling that I am being accepted by the order as time goes by.

I tried the calculation again today.

Make an equation.Quantify these factor variables.The left side of the equation is my change to the world, and the right side is the order's punishment for me.

This formula was still reasonable in the first two years, but it has never been established since then.My butterfly effect on the world was getting bigger and bigger, but I didn't get punished anymore, at least I didn't realize it.

I am used to the idea that everything follows a certain law, and I feel uneasy about this formula that has collapsed.

But today in the dull history of magic, I realized a possibility.

Perhaps in the equation, there is an invisible variable that needs to be accumulated to the limit to be effective.But there is no way to prove this. It is like the invisible sword of Damocles. No one will know that it is hanging on it until it falls.

It's a tricky idea yet.

I sat there for a while, and decided to re-deduce the formula.

The parchment was too small to write comfortably, so I went up and wrote on the blackboard.After writing on the front, go around to the back.

The quiet atmosphere in the classroom was suddenly broken.

The door to the History of Magic classroom was pushed open roughly, and several Slytherins came in noisily.

"What do you mean today?"

The speaker was Malfoy, who had heard that his authority in the academy had recently declined.

The two being questioned, who wouldn't meet Malfoy's eyes, were two fourth-year Slytherins whose parents were on the Death Eater list within the Order of the Phoenix—seriously, trying to get in Slytherin now. Finding a student whose family has nothing to do with Death Eaters is probably an impossible task.

"What good did Notch give you?" Malfoy's voice was cold and puzzled: "My parents, although they have lost some power during this time-but if you go to Montague, you will be willing to degenerate."

The two lower Slytherins were obedient. "What... defected, no. Where do we have..."

Malfoy was silent for a few seconds, pulled up the collar of a Slytherin, and poked his wand in his face: "Tell me, who is doing the tricks recently? The Dark Lord hasn't fully returned yet, you guys Are you planning to fight for power while still in school?"

I stood behind the blackboard completely unnoticed.But I didn't want to go out and meet them either. It looked like Malfoy was going to scare the shit out of these students soon, so I kept quiet and waited for them to finish their internal affairs before leaving.Think about it, Malfoy really has a relationship with this History of Magic classroom. Didn’t he bring Crabbe and Goyle here to find fault with me in the first grade?

Think of Crabbe and Goyle, one of these two burly henchmen.The two fourth-grade students looked at each other when they saw Crabbe push the door open. Although there was only one more person, they became more restless.

It's mealtime, and there's a two-hour lunch break after that, so it looks like this is the place to get started.I simply quietly copied down the important numbers I just calculated on the blackboard, then silently recited the illusion spell to myself, and walked gently towards the door.

Malfoy was still grabbing one of them by the collar.He threatened his wand with sparks: "What on earth are you guys trying to do? If it's just Montague who wants to turn around, it's too late. There must be something in between. If you tell me, I won't pursue it The responsibility of your previous betrayal."

The guy who was grabbed by Malfoy looked at Malfoy's face close at hand, his eyes were almost crossed, and he turned his head to look at the thug who was like a hill.Gritting his teeth, he still shook his head.

Malfoy didn't seem to expect this guy to be so loyal, he froze for a moment, then shook his wrist and prepared to cast a jinx to extract a confession.

Crabbe barricaded the door, and I couldn't slip out without attracting anyone's attention.Had to stay in History of Magic classroom to watch Slytherin skirmishes.

Watching the battle on the spot is quite exciting.

Malfoy cast several evil spells in succession, showing no mercy just because this person belonged to his same academy. The faces of the two fourth graders showed fear, as if they were about to give up their loyalty to Montague soon.Suddenly Crabbe rushed up and beat them both up.

The reason why he didn't use spells is probably because he can't know a few spells...

Malfoy was rather dissatisfied: "Why are you beating him? I'm about to succeed."

Crabbe was silent.

very suspicious.

At this time, the door of History of Magic was pushed open again.

In came Monty, the sixth-year captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

I slipped out before the gate closed, and almost bumped into Goyle who came in right after Montague—apparently he had found Montague.

The door of the History of Magic classroom slowly closed, I touched my Disillusionment Charm, and then realized that if Crabbe and Goyle had secretly taken refuge in Montague's side, wouldn't there be only the unlucky Malfoy in that classroom now? Is there anyone?

I pushed the door open a little and peeked inside.Suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder from behind.

Could there be more Slytherins to stir in the muddy water?I quickly drew my wand and stepped aside, a second short of casting the spell.Then I saw that the person who patted me was Florette.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm following Montague." Florette said, "He's been too active recently. I must find out what Slytherin is planning. And, did Bellini find you? "

"what?"

"He was about to run back to the dormitory to look for you just now, it seems that he went to Hogsmeade for something... Ah, here he is."

"Here you are," Bellini said excitedly.

"Hush—" Florette and I raised our index fingers at the same time. "There are people inside."

"Uh, okay, what?" Bellini glanced quickly through the crack of the door: "Slytherin is plotting something again!"

"And he doesn't seem to have any plans to rush in to help that golden-haired boy." Florette continued.

"I think that's good. It just makes him see how untrustworthy the team he's on."

Florette was very perceptive: "Why do you always persuade Malfoy to betray their family's position? You are so convinced that standing in the Slytherin camp will be feared for your life in the future?"

I said calmly, "Because the good guys always win."

Suddenly there was a muffled sound and a low growl.It seemed the Slytherins were fighting inside.

Florette was disturbed by the voice, wrinkled her nose, and said dubiously, "I didn't expect you to say such naive words." He didn't pursue it any further, but moved closer to the door curiously to hear it more clearly. .

Bellini said to me impatiently: "Leave them alone, Vincent. Did you know that Harry is going to have a club about Defense Arts? Because there is really not much to learn in Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester. Next week We joined when we went to Hogsmeade, and Hermione invited us, and of course, Eve, you can come if you want."

"Will Qiu go?" Florette's eyes were bright.

"Well... probably," Bellini said hesitantly, "I heard Hermione asked Godric, and he agreed, so Cho will probably go too..."

"En! Then I'll go too." Florette clenched her fists.

"Aren't you making yourself uncomfortable..." Bellini said.

Florette turned a deaf ear to it, and arranged a time and place for us to meet in Hogsmeade next weekend.

Then there was a bang, and two more people ran quickly along the corridor

It's two girls.Millicent, who was as bulky as Crabblegol, and Parkinson, who looked as haughty as Malfoy.

Florette said, "Bet ten Nate they're here to help that kid Malfoy."

No one bet against him.Florette continued to say enthusiastically: "Aside from love, what else can make two girls rush so anxiously?"

Bellini seemed to be trying to push back, but it was pretty obvious who the two girls (one of them was pretty) were coming for, considering the stupid looks of the other Slytherins in the room.

When they passed us, they gave us a look, probably because we were idle and watching the fun here.

"Montage, you should get out after this year, and I advise you to stop causing trouble." Parkinson reprimanded loudly in the History of Magic classroom.

Millicent exclaimed, "Oh, Draco, are you alright?" and screamed - or snarled, "You hit him! You wait!"

Parkinson said: "Shameless. Five beat one."

Frolette was surprised: "Has the little Perkin nobleman in Slytherin really been beaten?" He didn't care if the people inside found out that we were eavesdropping, he pushed the door wide open, and watched in an open and aboveboard manner.

Parkinson was helping Malfoy up, his face was stained with blood, the bridge of his nose was a little red, and a stream of blood came out of his nose and ran down his face.His face was already pale, but with the blood on it, it looked even more serious.Moreover, the meticulous light blond hair was also messed up, and there was a lot of dirt on the robe.

Looks like he was beaten badly.When Parkinson supported him, he was hunched over and a little unsteady, but his eyes were extremely fierce.

Young Master Malfoy used to only have bluff and haughty eyes at most. In fact, a discerning person would know that he is not a ruthless character, but now at least his eyes can be ruthless.It seems that as a person grows up, pain and humiliation are unavoidable.

Montague looked back and saw an outsider probing his head, and was about to threaten, but found that it was Florette of Ravenclaw who grinned at him, almost jumped up, and quickly turned his head to pretend not to see it.

"Huh? He's so afraid of you." Bellini said, "Yves, when did you punish him?"

"You should ask me when I didn't punish him," Floret said with his eyes crooked with a smile, "he is stupid as hell. I won't lie to you, as long as I pick up my wand, he will automatically poke his eyeballs on it. But Having said that, Montague is tearing his face this time, and it seems that he is going to get serious. The Death Eaters have always been very harmonious among themselves—at least they will maintain the harmony on the surface..."

He suddenly sighed: "Oh, I can't tell, Montague's brain... Maybe he just didn't turn his head around. If the object is Montague, I really can't draw any reliable conclusions, because Montague Just so unreliable. You know how he's been trying to stuff his head into a crappy cabinet he found out of nowhere this semester? Like a gorilla trying to get a banana out of an empty box."

"Gorilla" led its "orangutan brothers" out of the History of Magic classroom, wondering if they heard Florette's wonderful metaphor.

Parkinson chased them out and yelled at them: "He won't be happy if you mess around like this! Do you think he will be happy to hear that we have internal strife?"

The funny thing is, both of us clearly know that this "he" refers to Voldemort, and these children are destined to become Death Eaters in the future, but because all this has not been made public, there is no evidence, and it is not accepted by the self-deceiving Ministry of Magic, so Everyone knows this dumb language well, but we still have to say it like this, in case we are caught by this group of people.

Hearing Parkinson mention "him", Montague flinched a bit, but he obviously didn't think he would be punished for beating the little nobleman Perkin. "He doesn't care. He did it first, we just fought back. Besides, Malfoy's time is over. Pansy, don't be fooled by it, you know who to turn to at this time."

"Hmph, I would be called stupid if I ran to seek refuge with a guy with no foundation." Parkinson retorted.

"Just wait and see." Montague snorted and left with a few Slytherins.

"No," Bellini said. "Although the Montagues are not as good as Malfoy, they can't be said to have no foundation. He is not the leader of these people."

"That makes sense," Florette exhaled, "at least the level of the Slytherins isn't low enough to make Montague their leader."

"So—" Bellini scratched his head: "There is no foundation—do you mean Elenin? The condition of an iron bucket in Slytherin was only broken after he came."

"Probably so."

Parkinson hurried back to the History of Magic classroom, treated us Ravenclaws and clumsy Millicents as air, hugged Malfoy, hurriedly wiped the blood from his pale lips, and began to warm up And a long kiss.

"ew—!" Florette and Bellini were startled at the same time, and they gasped in unison.

Millicent had a complicated expression and was very wronged, but as Hermione described, she was really like a cow, so now in the history of magic classroom there are a pair of lovers who chew each other and a wronged cow.

"We should go." I poked Bellini.

"Yeah," Florette rubbed her eyes, and turned around first: "We already know more about what's going on inside them than most Slytherins. Really, there's no need to know more."

"Likes and dislikes, and, it's horrible," Bellini said, "Vincent, do you remember that time when Pansy was always looking down on Dange?"

"It seems like it's been a while."

"That's because the Parkinson family once inquired about Danqi's identity, and wanted their family to truly have the blood of the 'noble' conferred by the king, so they did everything possible to persuade Pan Xi to go and seduce Danqi."

"Well, her seduction effect is immediate."

"Yeah, she only likes Malfoy, why would she listen to her family's persuasion?" Bellini said, "But what I want to say is, if she doesn't change her mind, she really empathizes with Dan Qi , I won't be able to bear it - think about it, how can I bear my best friend being eaten in front of me? This kiss..."

Florette shook her head pityingly: "Hey, Bellini, you still don't understand the beauty of gnawing, you will always meet a girl you hope to let her gnaw and eat. This can be regarded as life. One of the most beautiful things."

"Ah, I hope there will be such a day." Bellini thought for a while: "I really like the black-haired girl in Hufflepuff's fourth grade, and I like her quick-witted eyes. But, I don't even know her name."

"Come on. It's up to you, Bellini." Florette patted him heavily on the shoulder and encouraged him.Then he was immersed in his own emotions: "Hey, Qiu, it's too reserved in comparison, but it's a good thing, otherwise it would be too cheap for that hypocrite Cedric... I really envy Malfoy, The prettiest girl in Slytherin could catch my eye."

He poked me: "What do you think? Bellini is not smart, let's talk about it... the warm, lingering one that the Slytherin kid received just now... are you envious?"

Florette urged me again and again, and I rolled my eyes: "I'm not envious."

"Oh? What do you say?"

I sneered: "That guy, it really doesn't look like he can give a girl a passionate kiss..."

"Keep your voice down!" Bellini interrupted Florette and I's nonchalant comment on the scene just now, looking nervously at the passing students, for fear that they might hear us talking about something indecent.

Floret was very pleased with the sight, and ran after him to tell Bellini a little inappropriate joke, Bellini covered his ears and made a "la la la la" sound so that he could not hear Floret special words.Well, now that the two of them walked among the crowd returning to the dormitory to rest after lunch, they were even more eye-catching.

I took the Ravenclaw scarf off my neck and slowed down a little further away, pretending I didn't know these two idiots.

[That guy is really not the material to give a girl a passionate kiss.So what is he like?

He is cowardly and proud, and likes to hold his head high, but he has a slender figure,

Even the hair is a faint golden color that shows fragility, as expected it should be

Fits perfectly, pressed against the wall,

Lower your head, fiercely...]

……

……

Bellini told me to follow from afar, and I came back to my senses.

What am I thinking.simply……

Did you drink too much tea last night?Probably the brain is broken.

Florette and Bellini had already gone far away, I quickened my pace and followed.

The author has something to say:

I promised to be abused, but after I finished writing, I turned out to be giving out sugar (well, abuse and sugar are not too much anyway)