[HP] I have a date with Snake House

Called, "Get up! Ron--Langster--Harry--come on, get up, it's an emergency!"

"What's the matter?" Lancet sat up immediately, and then he felt the magic fluctuations from the double-sided mirror in the pocket of his pajamas.What was Draco looking for at this time?It didn't take a second to think that that was probably the same reason that made Mr. Weasley look anxious.

But he can't switch on the double-sided mirror at this time.

At this time, the four people in the room were fully awake, and their sense organs began to function normally. At this time, the screams outside the camp and the sound of running in a panic reached their ears without a trace.

"There's no time to explain," Mr. Weasley said quickly, with beads of sweat on his brow, "Just put on some clothes and come with me." After he finished speaking, the clothes that were really on the side were thrown They were dragged and ran out of the tent before Lance had changed.

"Bill, Charlie, Percy, you follow me, we have to maintain order. The others," Mr. Weasley said, dropping the realization on Sirius to the side, "Sirius—"

The big black dog jumped up almost breathing fire, "Don't think about it, Arthur!" He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go with you." Of course it won't work, just imagine leaving 7 children alone in the chaotic crowd Zhong felt frightened, but at this time Sirius had already left the others and ran to the crowd in the distance.

"Percy." Mr. Weasley reluctantly handed over this important task to the third son who seemed to be the most stable, "Then it's up to you to escort them to the deep forest over there, and we will be there in a while."

Although Percy seemed dissatisfied with this task, he still walked straight ahead of them and led the way in the end.The forest that Mr. Weasley asked them to go to was the far side away from the turmoil. Compared with the scene behind Lance and the others, it was really a peaceful and safe place, except that it was a little dark.

"Are they parading?" Ginny asked in a low voice. During this period, Hermione quietly put her arms around her shoulders and did not turn the 12-year-old girl back. When they came out of the tent, they all swept to the scene behind them. But that was obviously not a parade.It was a mass of people wrapped in black cloaks, their faces hidden under the hoods, and the terrible masks could be seen dimly in the shadow.

That was no ordinary wizard's choice of attire on the Quidditch pitch.What was even more irresistible was that above their heads, above the crowd, were the real Muggles who were the camp guards these days.Some of them are still struggling, some are comatose or worse.

They floated uncontrollably in mid-air, surrounded by black smoking torches, those masked people laughed and manipulated the Muggle bodies to make unimaginable movements in the air, Hermione suddenly slapped chills.

Just now, out of the corner of her eye, she caught one of the Muggle children. His head was twisting on his thin body at an angle that no living person could do. A coolness rushed from her chest. Spreading to the limbs, "They..." The girl's lips trembled, "...how could they?"

"Come on," said Fred, grabbing Ginny's hand and dragging her into the woods.George was on the other side, pushing Hermione ahead as well.They slammed into the edge of the forest choking, although it was much darker than before, but several people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Just stay here," Percy finally let go of Lanster's hand, "keep quiet, just a moment, Dad and the others can come and join us."

But as soon as this sentence was finished, the command of 'keep quiet' was broken, and Ron screamed in pain, loud enough for others to determine their position at this time.

"What's wrong with you?" Percy growled angrily, and then lit his wand. In the dim light, Ron was curled up on the ground, gasping for breath.

"I tripped over a tree root," he explained, just as Harry was on his hands again, when a cold, sticky voice sounded from the other side of them.

"Aha, Mole—" the other party dragged out a long syllable sarcastically, "you can't feel safe without lying on the ground, can you?" This voice is hard for them to forget, at least for the Gryffindor trio Say so.

Draco Malfoy.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year, my beloved fairies (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

Because of the high fever since the day before yesterday, I have been lying on the bed without even writing, sorry/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Today, I took advantage of the vigil and secretly coded a chapter, and when the situation improves during the day, I will continue to add another chapter. I wish you a happy meal~~ In addition, the new year is here, and for the babies who leave a message below I have prepared a small red envelope, so remember to log in when you leave a message~~

Okay, the author who finished talking has gone to sleep

☆, turmoil

15. Turmoil

The others standing here immediately turned their heads back, and beside a tree near them, the Slytherin prince was lounging there, looking very comfortable, or so it seemed.

But Lancet, who was familiar with Draco, certainly didn't think so. He rubbed his toes on the ground awkwardly, and said vaguely, "Why are you here?"

The leisurely expression immediately disappeared from that handsome face, replaced by a frown as if offended, "Why do you think I'm here?"

"Of course you want to be here!" Harry said disdainfully, "Do you want to see our joke? Because your dad is in that group?"

Generally speaking, Harry's sentence is illogical, but at least he's right about one thing: Draco's father is really in the group behind him, because Lanster just turned his head. , he clearly caught a strand of long platinum hair floating outside the cloak.

But Lanster swore that Draco did not come here to trouble Saint Potter. Generally speaking, Draco and Harry would like to witness any misfortune for the other, but when it comes to their own safety, Draco But don't put anything else before that.Especially when the wizards under the hood are likely not to follow the Malfoy family's style, it is the choice he will make best to protect himself.

Sure enough, Draco showed an unbelievable sarcasm, "What's the matter with you? Scarhead, you feel too good about yourself."

"Why don't you answer me?" He stopped talking to the rest of the Gryffindors after saying this, Draco looked at the only Slytherin present besides him in displeasure, "Two-sided mirror."

The Slytherin, who was asked suddenly, reflexively went to take out his pocket. At this time, the double-sided mirror in the pocket no longer emits magical fluctuations. "I forgot, we were too anxious when we left..." And in the process of walking, in order to prevent Lance from getting lost again, Percy and Harry kept holding his hands tightly.

"Get out of here quickly." The other party came here at this time obviously not to listen to the boy's explanation, and interrupted Lancet's normal sentence, Draco said with a frown.

"It's none of your business," Ron said loudly, and by the way, cursed something that made Hermione frowned severely. That would never be within the tolerance of Master Draco. When it fell, Draco's feet had already taken a step forward impatiently, and this step immediately made everyone present look like they were facing an enemy.

But Draco only took one step forward.

"Speak cleanly, Ronald." He said lazily, his silver-gray eyes finally shifted away from Lancet's body, and his eyes circled around the other people present, and finally stopped in the middle of the line on Hermione. "I think you'd better hurry up and get away. You don't want her to be found, do you?"

It's clear who this 'she' is.

"But Hermione is a witch!" Lanster was the first to realize Draco's meaning, "They can't catch her."

"Of course they can, stupid!" There was a loud voice behind them and they were getting closer. Maybe after a while, the group of people would enter the woods and look for new targets.This is Draco's tone finally showing a hint of exasperation. "And in their eyes, there is no difference between you and this bastard."

Then there was a sudden bang from the other side of the woods, louder than they had ever heard before, and nearer.Immediately there was an exclamation from the crowd around them.

"He's right," said George first. "We've got to go, especially you two."

"You two are the most dangerous," Fred said, then turned to look at Draco, who was standing aside.He took a deep breath and made a very difficult decision, "Do you have any good ideas, Malfoy?"

Next to him, other people immediately looked at him with 'what's wrong with you' eyes. "Are you crazy?" Ron asked. "Why are we? Hmm? A Malfoy—"

"I'm more reluctant than you." Draco waved his hand impatiently, as if something dirty had floated past Ron's speech. "The whole reason I'm here is because of my second."

"Just talk about how you plan to arrange your second seat!" George said anxiously, "For Merlin's sake."

"Apparation."

"Are you kidding? That's something they don't learn until seventh year," Percy said. "And there's an anti-Apparition charm in place."

"I thought there was at least one Hogwarts graduate in seventh year here?" Draco said, "and as a graduate you at least have the ability to apparate people?" A triangular cone-like thing came out, if it wasn't a simple triangular cone, "Spatial Spell Blocker." Its owner said lightly, "What's the problem now?"

"Yes, once I take one of them away, I can't come back, and we have to send at least two of them."

Lancet's hand was suddenly grabbed, and then he staggered, and he threw himself into a robe with a familiar fragrance.Draco's high voice sounded above his head, "Do you think all wizards are as useless as you?"

"Listen Draco, I don't even want to have a Disapparation right now..."

"Oh shut up, little man," Master Draco gave him a merciless pat on the back of the head, "I don't want to see you hanging upside down in the air for a while and showing your underwear."

It was settled that Percy was in charge of bringing Hermione back to the Burrow, and Draco was in charge of Lancet. "George, Fred, you stay and take care of Harry and Ron." The twins made a gesture of agreement.

"You guys start first." Draco said lazily.

It should be like this, otherwise no one present would be able to hold this space spell blocker.

Percy held Hermione's hand tightly, "Are you ready? Be sure to hold my arm and not let go." He looked even more nervous than the little girl.Hermione nodded cautiously, and then, with a 'snap'—

The two remained in place.

"Sorry—" Draco fiddled with the triangular cone in his hand casually, "I haven't activated it yet."

If possible, the remaining four people really wanted to rush up to fight him to the death, but before they could do so, the triangular cone in Draco's hand suddenly emitted a layer of faint purple light, "It's ok."

Percy took a deep breath, and with a sound similar to just now, they disappeared before Lancet's eyes. "Okay kid, now it's your turn." Draco held the triangular cone steady with one hand, and put his other hand around Lancet's shoulder, "Hold my waist tight, damn it, I'll let you hold it tight, What's wrong with you to pinch your poor Chief's waist?"

"I'm sorry," Lancet said desperately, wrapping his arms around the designated part of the other party. It felt quite good, flexible and strong.Then, with the same crisp sound, Lancet fell into the familiar feeling of entering a drum washing machine again.

The author has something to say: It’s terrible to pass on a text, and the big JJ is also perfect. I really didn’t update the children every other day, but I couldn’t get up yesterday /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

By the way, I seem to have missed one of the red envelopes I sent out yesterday. Which goblin left a message after logging in the day before yesterday but didn’t receive my red envelopes. Kuaiai told me _(:зゝ∠)_

☆、About double-sided mirror time

16. About the double-sided mirror time

"So why did you bring me to Malfoy Manor?" Lanster stabilized himself and looked around. Thanks to the last event where he measured the entire Malfoy Manor with his feet, he had a good idea of ​​the layout here. The above is impressive.

"Otherwise where do you want to go?" Draco folded his hands and said, "The Mole's house?"

"That's where I'm supposed to be, and don't keep saying that word."

"Which one?"

"You know which one it is," Lancet gave him a white look, "the nasty guy."

The Platinum Prince sneered unceremoniously from his nasal cavity, "Why would I Apparate to that kind of place? I only said that I was responsible for you, but I didn't say that I was responsible for bringing you to the Weasleys' house."

"That's right, you just need to bring me from the siege of 'those people' to your home, and Mr. Malfoy might be proud of you when he knows about it."

"He already knows." Master Malfoy pursed his lips and said, "It's not something you should care about, the Malfoy family can't hide even one person."

"If you put it this way, I'd think that tonight's operation was all about catching me." Lancet looked at Draco's chin and asked, "Today's turmoil...is related to 'that'?"

……

"The horror scene at the Quidditch World Cup." At the dining table, Lancet was stuffing a piece of pineapple bread into his mouth, and with his other hand, he was holding a newspaper with difficulty, "Look at Mom, is Dark Mark."

"Okay, I know," Ms. Eleanort glanced absently at the skull with snakes spitting out on the newspaper, and suddenly felt a burst of upset, "Put that newspaper aside first, stupid boy, I didn't see your dad Are you going to stick your eyeballs on?"

"That's because I also want to read moving newspapers, my dear." Mr. Nott explained innocently.

"But the truth is, Dad." Lanster obediently took the newspaper away from the tip of Mr. Nott's nose, "Muggles can't see it moving." to the room.

"It should be your book list for this school year," Mrs. Nott put down the black tea in her hand, walked to the window and put the owl from Hogwarts in. The brown owl flapped its wings and stopped in the living room Belonging to Green's 'mansion'.The African gray parrot, which has had a rare morning of silence, was quick to express displeasure.

"Why can't this big ugly bird fly over my house?" Goodness, it's talking more and more like some platinum jerk.

"When did it become so sharp?" Mr. Nott asked his wife blankly holding a piece of gingerbread, "Did you give it any medicine again, dear?"

"No," Ms. Elle, who was also surprised, brushed her hair, "I think it's because of the environment."

"Mom, the letter said that I need a dress this semester." On the other side, the boy who had already received the letter from the owl quickly found out the difference from previous years. "But why do we need a dress? Are there any events at school this year?"

"Seriously, son, you can't be as difficult to deal with as "One Hundred Thousand Whys", but you really have to prepare a decent dress." Mrs. Nott looked at Lanster seriously. "This may determine the quality of my future daughter-in-law."

The person who became serious now changed his posture completely, "What do you mean? Has the school finally decided to hold a blind date meeting for us?"

A slightly desperate expression appeared on Mrs. Nott's face, "It would be great if you inherited a little bit of IQ from mine, son..."

"Dad, Mom, she's laughing at you." Lanster turned his head and complained.

"Shut your mouth," growled Mr. Nott, "and then, go upstairs."

Okay, the teenager surrendered and raised his hands, single dogs have no human rights, I should have known...

Back in his room, Lancet decided to start writing the letters to Cousin Ron and Harry that were supposed to be answered yesterday.

Dear Ron, Harry:

Spread the letter good.

Draco didn't do anything to me, and like you wouldn't believe, I made it home safe and sound last night, and I hope the same goes for you.

I believe you should also receive the book list. Mom told me that this year's dress may determine the quality of my future wife. This is really scary, so Cousin Ron, I suggest you talk to Aunt Molly Let's talk about that antique dress.

PS: The little pig is really noisy, Grynn is not willing to fly in after it is in my room for a second.

Langster Knott

After writing this letter, the boy waved to the little owl who had been chasing his tail and playing happily, and the little brown dumpling immediately rushed over joyfully.

"God, you've messed with the fluff in my room." The boy muttered while tying the letter that was almost a note to its leg, "I won't dare to leave you here next time, Look at Grian, this is the first time I've seen him lose his temper with me."

Regardless of whether he understood or not, the little pig excitedly pecked him with his mouth. To be honest, it hurt a little.

"..." Opened the window and threw the dumpling out, "That stupid dog's vision for picking owls is as unreliable as he is."

After finishing all this, Lanster took out the double-sided mirror from his pocket slowly. Yes, since he got the double-sided mirror, the most annoying thing for Lanster during the holidays was "how to give Writing enough words for the Slytherin prince's reply' became 'On how to make enough talk during the regular double-sided mirror time for the Slytherin prince'.

Generally speaking, their topic will start with the book that Master Malfoy read yesterday, but this is precisely what bothers Lanster the most, because he finds that the books that this young master has been involved in recently have become more and more profound, which means Then, it became more and more difficult to keep up with the topic of this young master.Then the next day, he could look forward to the arrival of the golden statue carrying Malfoy's precious library.

"In order to make my second seat look not too different from me." What a high-sounding reason, but Lancet can bet with his broomstick that even the seniors of Slytherin who have graduated, none of them will To dabble in what Draco called 'common sense'.

"Good day, Mr. Lanster. Good idea—" A lazy voice suddenly came from the mirror that had been taken out, "Are you going to greet your poor chief with this dazed look? Wonderful etiquette."

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Thank you babes Ray, love you guys! !

Today I suddenly found that I have received a lot of nutrient solution unknowingly. The stupid author didn’t know this before _(:зゝ∠)_. I was moved by your cuteness and cried. Talk about why my goblins are so cute. (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

☆, school starts

17. School starts

"I was just thinking about something." The boy who was interrupted by a familiar voice came back to his senses and said, "I just received the Hogwarts book list."

"..." It seemed that the other party had no intention of taking over his topic at all.

"You gave me a dress before." Lancet decided that rather than using the devious talk that the other party was better at, it was better to use the direct question that he was better at to get the answer he wanted from Draco. "And the book list also says that a dress is required for the new semester. What's the connection?"

Even if this sentence directly made the Slytherin prince want to throw a book of Slytherin etiquette, it is undoubtedly effective. "Can't ask a more straightforward question." Prince Slytherin said with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm a simple person." Lanster said without any sense of shame, "So tell me, what event are we going to face?"

Through the mirror, Master Draco raised his noble chin at him.

"What do you mean?" Lancet looked cooperatively at Master Draco's exemplary chin, "Did you clean your beard?"

This time Draco laughed outright, "Every second I spent with you, dear boy." Master Platinum chose to finish the sentence with a smile, but the effect was still horrifying. "I'm wondering how I managed not to throw a curse at you in the last second."

"That's because I'm likable." The boy smiled sweetly at him for a few seconds, then quickly turned his face back to a serious one, "Say it quickly."

"How many books did you read that I gave you?"

Lanster honestly counted the pile of books by the bedside, it was quite easy to count. "The second book."

Draco didn't want to waste time adjusting his facial expression at all, "According to your speed, you will know what you want to know in half a month."

"But that was after school started." Lancet said dissatisfiedly, and then left the chief lord in the mirror there again, climbed onto the bed barefoot and pulled out the third book in the stack.After finishing all this, the boy naturally sat back at the table and spread out the contents of the book. ""Origin and Development of Traditional Experience Sports", what are these?"

Habitually looking for Draco in the mirror, and then Lancet found that just like his "farewell without saying goodbye" just now, Draco was enjoying a cup of black tea on a coffee table not far from the double-sided mirror. It's a plate of, um, small desserts that would normally be labeled 'Langster Only'.

"I miss Aunt Narcissa so much," the boy said emotionally, "especially when she did—"

"That will also have to wait for half a month." Draco's slender fingers finally picked up one of them politely, and sent it into his mouth with Lanster's hot gaze.At this time, Master Malfoy, who was slowly chewing the dessert that he didn't care much about, suddenly understood why Lanster, a brat, was always willing to make himself angry. The experience of staring at the eyes is also very good.

Of course, our Lancet really didn't want to enjoy the baptism of the other party's eyes before he provoked someone.

……

Draco Malfoy, the heir of the Malfoy family, the incoming leader of the fourth year of Slytherin, and the recognized prince of the Hogwarts girls.Basically, he is really a man of his word, for example, after he said the half-month deadline, he really never once mailed a special dessert made by the Malfoy family to his dear second lord.

"For half a month!" In the compartment of the Hogwarts Express, Lancet said with green eyes, occupying a plate engraved with the family crest of the Malfoy family, "and I really didn't know until now that we will What kind of activity is facing."

"Be happy Lanster." Zabini gently patted a Scottish shorthair cat in his hand while comforting him, "No one between us knows what's going to happen except Draco. Think about it this way You'll feel better."

"I don't think I've been comforted anywhere." The young man who was still exuding resentment leaned over to get himself a cup of tea.

"What's the matter, boys?" The door of the carriage was opened from the outside, and Princess Pansy walked in briskly. "I happened to see him when I was outside," she said, turning her body to let her hug Goyle and Crabbe pushed past snacks, "By the way, where is Draco?"

Zabini lifted his head off the fold's back. "Potter," he said.

Fully understand!Pansy shrugged, "He doesn't feel comfortable if he doesn't trouble the savior for a day." She said and turned her face to Lance, who had finished eating. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing." The boy waved his hand and asked hesitantly, "Pansy—you seem to have lost some weight?"

"My Merlin, Lancet," Zabini exclaimed in amazement, "have you decided to start stealing my work? Like making girls happy with you or something."

"Not at all," Yi Zheng replied, "I refuse to be a scumbag."

"That's right." Zabini nodded, "Doing this is also a technical job. In fact, it's enough for you to be the scum of our chief gentleman."

"I heard it, thank you." Draco's voice came from the door of the carriage. After the voice-changing period, the voice of His Royal Highness finally proudly surpassed that of Carter Oberon, whom he didn't like very much.

"It's okay, I'm just telling you." The chocolate-skinned boy said indifferently, "Besides, it's the truth. Who do you plan to invite to this year's ball?"

"Who else could it be?" Although he was asked an abrupt question suddenly, there was no special expression on the platinum boy's face. When he said this rhetorical question, it was as if he was asking someone to pour himself a cup of black tea. It was just as natural, and so was the fact. Less than half a second later, he said with the same expression, "Little man, go and pour me a cup of black tea."

"..." The boy who just decided to be a scumbag was choked up, "Why?"

"It's because you haven't swallowed my afternoon tea yet." Draco said lazily, then put his cloak aside and sat down calmly, "Guess what I just saw? "

"Potter?" said the rest in a low spirited voice.

"Why do I have to meet a Potter?" Master Draco, who had guessed the answer, was not very happy, so he decided not to bring the topic to the savior boy today. "I saw that Weasley, oh yes." He said, took out his wand from his pocket, pointed at Lancet, and cast a silencing spell.

"..." Well done young master, in order to thank him for his 'thoughtfulness'.Lance pursed his lips and disappeared the black tea in his hand.

The author has something to say: Happy Valentine’s Day, the little goblin who doesn’t have CP loves coming to Ben Gong’s arms, and it’s guaranteed to be warm~~~~~

☆、Triwizard Tournament

18. The Triwizard Tournament

Not in the mood to break the silencing spell from Master Draco's 'good intentions', Lancet just quietly watched the other party describe something to the other Slytherins in high spirits.Although I don't know what he was talking about, but just looking at Pansy, who was laughing and trembling, I can guess that it must be their favorite Gryffindor topic.

For 3 minutes, the Silencer Charm was removed by Draco, and apart from the smile still on Pansy's face, the last topic was almost over.

"Seriously, is it really the Triwizard Tournament?" Lancet bit a biscuit and asked, "According to my progress, I just saw this episode today, half a month later."

The others stopped talking. "It really could be this," Zabini said after a while, tapping the back of his hand, "You're crazy, Draco, how did you come up with that?"

"Hey! This is what I proposed," Lanster looked at Zabini dissatisfied and turned his appreciative gaze to the other side, "I am the one who should be amazed by you!"

"Of course you are," Draco said generously, "Since you are still unmoved after I reminded you and read the next book at a slow pace, this makes you finally able to read the next book in half a year. Today, a month later, I will present a valuable message based on my own progress." Pan Xi buried her face in her feather fan and laughed wildly.

"You're going to make Lanster angry again Draco," the black-haired Slytherin girl said dotingly, "Look, he's blushing."

What the hell, which eye of yours saw me blushing?Feeling that he had been insulted, the young man looked in the girl's direction dissatisfied, and found that Pan Xi might not even realize what he said at this time - she was busy squeezing over to read a book with His Royal Highness.

"No Pansy," Draco obviously sensed the girl's intentions, and moved himself to the side rather ungraciously, "I refuse to share my reading time, go to Mr. Zabini, he Someone who is willing to spend a wonderful tea time with you."

For some reason, Lancet felt that his chief gentleman was much more pleasing to the eye.

"If the Triwizard Tournament is really held," he decided to resume the previous topic, "it will be very lively. Judging from the dress requirements on our book list, this year's Tournament should undoubtedly be held at Hogwarts gone."

"Uh-huh," Draco glanced at him from under his dainty scum's glasses, motioning for him to continue.

"So we'll be waiting for students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons at Hogwarts, oops!" Lanster suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, "I heard that the girls from Beauxbatons can Pretty!"

Regarding this topic, Mr. Zabini obviously has more topics and the right to speak, "More than that," he immediately expanded the topic infinitely, "As a school with a majority of girls in Beauxbaton, the witches in it are not only about appearance They are outstanding in appearance, and their blood is mostly pure blood, which is an excellent choice for marriage."

"Attention! Mr. Scum." Lanster said lightly, "Your saliva is about to fall."

"It's not just me who thinks so, Draco?" Slytherin, who was despised by Lancet, immediately went to the leader of his own age in order to get some language support.

"I'm not going to find a French girl to enter the family tree of the Malfoy family, thank you." The chief lord who pulled his face out of the book gave him a smirk, "I'm afraid I can't reach a consensus with you on this point."

It's a little strange, Lancet felt that after Draco said this, somewhere in his heart was probably as happy as the Slaterin girl on the side, this is so strange, the boy didn't even realize that he was happy What's the matter, he chose to maintain his expression at the level of facial paralysis, and then turned the cup in his hand calmly.

After that, Lanster wanted to talk about the dangers of the Triwizard Tournament. He happened to see this in the book, but he felt sleepy when the train shook a little bit. The little desserts he just ate As if stroking his stomach, a laziness covered Lanster's body from the inside out, "Oh, I probably want to sleep first..."

This time, Master Draco's reaction was surprisingly fast, "Go this way," he pointed to the empty seat opposite him with his white fingers, "You still have about 5 hours to rest , but if you dare to take a nap at night at the Sorting—”

Lanster raised his hand, "I've never been at the Sorting Ceremony