[HP] S·M event book

No.44 Well... a late night. (1)

After returning to Hogwarts Castle, everything was on track again.

Although the atmosphere in the school is not so tense, the students are always a little uncomfortable.We all hope that this dreadful day will end soon.But at the same time, no one dared to stand up and say a slogan that hit that person.Everyone's attention was still on Dumbledore and the Savior.

Sierra has been acting weird lately, even she has noticed it, not to mention Anne who is with her every day.She became a little irritable, and every time she saw someone, she would feel an inexplicable sense of hatred. At that time, she had to exert great effort to restrain herself from pulling out her wand.She felt uneasy, and Anne accompanied her to find Madam Pomfrey more than once, but she still didn't find any problems.

In the end, she could only attribute the problem to her not having a good rest, because Saila wandered around the castle every day until midnight before going to bed in the dormitory.

The parchment is full of messy words and symbols, and the traces of alteration are obvious enough to show how troubled the person who wrote them was.Sierra bit her quill, her eyes kept going back and forth between "Draco" and "The Vanishing Cabinet".She'd been out every night during this time, and it was easy for her to avoid Filch and the portraits, which she'd done a lot in first year, after all.Then Sierra couldn't help but smile when she thought of the first meeting with Zachary—it was so embarrassing.

But even though there wasn't much resistance in her actions, Saila still couldn't find the so-called disappearing cabinet—she had already found many abandoned and empty classrooms.

Saila put down her pen and rubbed her eyes to ease the sour feeling.

Where the hell did he put his stuff?Is there any place in Hogwarts that can guarantee that it will never be discovered, and that it can be easily found by him at any time?

Of course, Sara wouldn't be so stupid as to ask Draco, she didn't even dare to put forward a little bit of probing words, the consequences of showing her feet were definitely not something that Sara could bear.Sierra never found any strange emotions in Draco, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, which made Sierra feel that he was sure about his mission.Many people now have a freakishly optimistic attitude—they have the White Wizard, the Savior, and the Ministry of Magic, and even if that person can really do something, there are these tall people who can stand up to them.Sierra couldn't help sneering - only Dumbledore could really make a difference.

If this person is dead, who can guarantee absolute victory?

Things are going nowhere now, which makes Serra very anxious.But she still held her breath, Saila's patience has always been better than others.

Sierra hesitated, took the tiara from the pocket of her school robe, held it in her hand, and stared at it raptly.

One day after the holidays, when they met, Draco was upset that Sierra didn't wear a hair crown, saying that it would make her look less stupid, but there was always a kind of "I gave it to you How can you not treat things as treasures".Serra thought wearing it would make her look like a swaggering upstart, tacky and awkward.So after haggling, Draco allowed Sierra to keep it in his pocket.

Why is it him?

Sera bit her lower lip lightly, frowning with some headache.A sour feeling spread from the bottom of her heart, tightly wrapped around her throat like a devil king - she couldn't imagine, if one day, he knew the purpose of her approaching him, what would happen?

Sera carefully kissed the jewel on the hair crown, and the cold touch seeped into the blood through the lips.

Then she put the hair crown back into her pocket, got up and walked out the door——she didn't give up, and only hoped that this aimless search would yield some results.

The castle was very quiet at night, she only needed to be on guard against Filch and Mrs. Norris, and as for the portrait, she wouldn't wake up as long as she didn't make too much noise.

Sierra came to an abandoned empty classroom on the eighth floor and used a fluorescent flash to make herself see a little more clearly.It was dusty and musty, enough to show how long it had been abandoned.Covering her nose with her sleeve, she stomped in.

Desks and chairs were piled up on the wall in a mess, leaving a large space in the classroom, and everything could be seen clearly at a glance, so a brown cabinet next to the desk was particularly conspicuous.

Sira's eyes lit up, and she hurried over. She lightly touched it with her closed fingers, and it was immediately covered with thick dust, which was enough to prove that it hadn't been touched for a long time.Her look dimmed immediately, but she began to open the cabinet without giving up. There were messy books inside, covered with mold.

Sara couldn't remember how many such cabinets she had found, and she couldn't help but feel frustrated after repeated failures.She even wondered if the "vanishing cabinet" had other forms, and it was given this name because of some special uses.If that's the case, the scope is even wider—a bad ass assumption.

Sierra rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly. She hasn't slept well since the holiday.Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape would give her a sharp look every time she secretly yawned.Annie dragged her to the medical wing more than once, Madam Pomfrey nagged that she should take a good rest, and at the same time poured her the extremely bitter potion—and at that time, she would refrain from throwing the potion on the ground.

She shook her head, trying to shake off her drowsiness, and then groped towards the classroom next to her. She had long since stopped counting which one it was, and only prepared to go back to the dormitory when she estimated that the time was about the same.

Sierra couldn't help but yawned again as she waited in the corridor to move the steps.

Suddenly, there was a tiny, crackling sound behind him.

Sara held her breath in shock, turned her head suddenly, and stared at the dark corridor—there was no one there, but she was sure she heard right.

"...Who's there?" Saila asked in a low voice, carefully scanning what she could see.

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She waited for a while, but no one answered, the feeling of uneasiness surged up again, hitting her body like an unconfined wild beast, and she clenched the wand tightly in her hand.

At this moment, there was a bang from the opposite side of Saila, and a figure suddenly appeared, as if it had just drilled out of the torn space.Serra tensed, and didn't see his face clearly until he walked in slowly.

"...Potter?" Sierra looked at him in astonishment.

"Hi, Maurice." Harry smiled weakly.

"Why are you here?" After being surprised, Saila became vigilant, "...you followed me."

Sira noticed a cloak on his left arm, guessed that he probably used it to hide himself, and held a piece of parchment in his hand.

Seeing Sierra staring at his things, Harry quickly put his hands behind his back, and said awkwardly, "I didn't mean to, it was just a coincidence."

"Really." Even though he said that, Sera obviously didn't believe his words, which proved that the wand in his hand was still facing him directly, "Then answer me, why are you here?"

"That's obviously what I want to ask..." Harry murmured in a low voice, "I just have something to do."

Harry didn't lie, he saw Draco's name appearing on the eighth floor on the Marauder's Map, so he immediately followed him wearing an invisibility cloak, who knew that his name would suddenly disappear, and at this moment, Sera Maurice's name would pop up on the map...Harry thought for a split second that she and Draco were on the same team, since they'd both been sneaky lately.So he followed her secretly.In fact, Harry has often seen her name in the middle of the night recently, and it is almost impossible to repeat it in the same place. Until just now, Harry was sure that it was not so much what Selah and Draco were doing together, but what Selah and Draco were doing together. Looking for something alone.

Uncomfortable at her suspicious gaze, Harry grinned to offer a good-natured smile, but found it hard to do - the scar on his forehead had been hurting since the time he got close to her.This kind of pain made Harry very inexplicable, and even had vague auditory hallucinations, and his mood dropped to the lowest point. He couldn't help pressing his forehead, and cursed: "—Damn it!"

Sierra was stunned for a while, and then carefully looked at Harry—his face was a little pale, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.So she asked, "Are you feeling well?"

"... a little bit." Harry said with a wry smile.Damn more than a little!

Sera originally wanted to suggest that he go to Madam Pomfrey for help, but when he thought of more important things, he decided to bring it up later, "Or... we can keep each other's secrets and promise that we won't share the fact that we saw each other tonight. Tell the third person, how about it?" The subtext is that if one is unlucky, the other will not be able to think about it.

He is the savior and cannot be killed.Saila told herself so, the right hand holding the wand trembled slightly inside the sleeve.

"Of course... I mean, that's a good idea..." Harry hemmed back.

Saila breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly said: "Then I'll go first, you... go to Madam Pomfrey for help later." Although he looked very bad, if Saila accompanied him to the medical wing, How to explain their absence at night?

Harry nodded perfunctorily.He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, wanting to wait for the pain to subside.

"—What are you two doing here?!"

The gloomy roar made the two of them shudder at the same time.

The familiar voice gave Sera a bad feeling.She stiffened and looked over her shoulder—an angry gentleman.

"...Malfoy?" Harry said blankly.

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