[HP] The Tweed River flows

Patrick was obviously in a particularly good mood this time, since he was beaten in public, he hasn't felt as relaxed as he is now for a long time.Some, however, have just the opposite, and the clouds that hung over Patrick now seem to have moved over Mr. Barrow.Barrow had been unhappy for a long time, but because he was always reticent, no one noticed anything unusual.

The bell for the end of Charms class rang, Patrick quickly packed up his things and stood up, but Barrow played with the quill without saying a word, as if he had no intention of leaving.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for!" he urged impatiently.

"You go first," Barrow seemed to have made up his mind, looking at Patrick and said, "I have some problems with my homework, I want to ask Professor Ravenclaw."

"Homework?" Patrick raised one eyebrow in surprise, for a moment, shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Okay, you can do whatever you want." Then he threw his schoolbag over his shoulder and left alone.

Seeing him go away, Baro quickly stuffed his things into his schoolbag, and caught up with Rowena before she went far away.

"Professor—Professor!" Barrow gasped. "I'm sorry, Professor, but may I ask you a question? A question that has nothing to do with the spell..."

Rowena turned around holding the book, looked at the student in front of him, showing a slightly surprised expression.If she remembered correctly, this was the first time a Slytherin student had asked her "a question that had nothing to do with enchantments".

"Of course, but do you have any questions for me? I think Professor Slytherin should know more about the affairs of your house."

"Hmm..." Barrow hesitated, and became hesitant. This question seemed to be abrupt no matter how he asked it, but he didn't want to wait any longer, and he didn't want to ask others, "This is not our college's business...it may belong to Ravenclaw House, I know I'm not supposed to meddle in people's private affairs, but—"

"—If you don't mind... please tell me, what's the matter?"

"Hmm..." He was silent for a long time, and said slowly, "I want to know...how is your niece Helena Ravenclaw."

Rowena's eyebrows twitched, her complexion suddenly became unwell, and she said, "She is not in good health and is recuperating at home."

"But—what is the disease? Why hasn't he recovered for a month?" Baro asked eagerly, standing in front of Rowena.

"Do you know each other?"

"Uh... I don't know."

"Then why inquire about things that are not closely related to you and your academy?" Rowena looked at him inquiringly.

"I'm just...just asking," Barrow said awkwardly.

"Then who is this person? Why did he or she ask you to inquire about this? From my impression, Helena doesn't seem to have any particularly close friends in your academy."

"He...just worried, but...don't want others to know, so...I...so..."

"Okay, I understand. She's fine, and she should be able to come back to class after she recovers. Express my thanks to your friend, and I'll convey his greetings to Helena."

"No, no, no need to tell her," Barrow said hastily.

Rowena looked at the young man in front of him.For the first time since Helena's accident, a smile flashed across her eyes, but in an instant it was covered with worry again.The young man's intentions were so obvious, but she couldn't tell him what happened to Helena. If he knew the truth, would he still be the same as now?Rowena sighed softly and said, "If you insist, I have no objection either. She won't know."

"Thank you," stammered Barrow, "he'll appreciate it."

"But..." Rowena hesitated, and offered his own advice, "If he still wants to insist, it's best to let her know."

Baro's expression became a little gloomy, he nodded and said, "I know."

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When Barrow returned to the dormitory, Patrick was lying on the bed leisurely tossing a coin.

"What's the matter with you today, buddy? You actually went to Ravenclaw to ask about your homework," he gave a strange smile, and glanced at Barrow.

"A little thing," Barrow said succinctly. He knew that Patrick didn't like Helena at all. "By the way, your sister came to see you. She was waiting for you in the common room and said she had something to ask." You." He stared away, grateful to be able to use this to change the subject.

The relationship between the siblings is not very close, but recently they often see Alexandra anxiously waiting for Patrick in various places such as dormitories, auditoriums, and classroom doors. Every time, she is worried, as if she has something on her mind.

After catching the coin, Patrick didn't throw it out again, chuckled softly, and said to himself: "This coward." Then he put the coin back in his pocket, stood up, adjusted his clothes and walked out of the dormitory.

Things are a little strange.Even he himself didn't know why, after Patrick left the dormitory with his front foot, Barrow followed him.

"Why is it here again?" Patrick walked down the stairs and said lazily, "How many times is this the first time?"

"I'm still worried!" said Alexandra, lowering her voice quickly. "It's been a month and no one has seen her. What have you done?"

"It's really nothing," Patrick sneered. "If she is smarter, she will never come back. She is lucky this time."

"Oh my God," Alexandra groaned, her face pale and seemingly regretful, "how could I have thought of stealing your wand for you? You only said that I would help you if you taught her a lesson. How could you Thinking of it this way, I thought you were just trying to push her into the lake and give her a hard time."

"Push into the lake?" Patrick laughed dryly, "Do you think that can make up for the shame I have endured?" Patrick blew on his nails, then suddenly clenched his fists hard, and said, "I want everyone to know, follow me There will be no good end for those who are right!"

"Aren't you afraid that Ravenclaw will trouble you?"

"And no one knows! What a pity."

"you sure?"

"Of course."

"So what happened to her? What did you do? I really have nightmares every day," Alexandra said anxiously. "She...she won't die."

"Of course not," Patrick said with a raised hand, mysteriously suppressed his voice, and brought his lips to Alexandra's ear: "I just..."

Every word amplified by magic was so clear that it pierced his ears like needles.Before he even realized it, his knuckles were clenched white.Barrow has been trying his best to restrain his emotions, but anger is like a wild beast, running wildly in his body.But even so, after hearing the last half of the sentence, the beast finally broke through the cage of reason and rushed out.

Patrick was startled by the sudden roar.Before he could react, he was punched heavily in the back, and then he was suddenly lifted by his collar and pressed against the wall.

"Bastard! What did you do to her?!" The blood vessels on Barro's forehead were throbbing, and he snarled at Patrick desperately.

"Ba, Barrow—what are you—" Patrick stammered instantly, looking around nervously, "Hush down, it's getting late, this is a public place."

"Scum! Say it again! I heard it all! You scum!"

"You're eavesdropping on—ah—" Patrick yelled angrily, and got punched in the stomach.

"Don't hit him!" Alexandra yelled in horror, but did not dare to approach him at all.

"Say, why did you chase her back then?" Baro grabbed his collar again and pulled him up, asking angrily.

"Pretty chick of the Ravenclaw family, nothing else," Patrick said with a reckless smile, without the slightest guilt, "I said, can you let go of your hand?"

"Damn it!" Barrow roared in pain, he waved his hands and took two steps back, looking extremely remorseful.Patrick flicked his collar, "Brother, why are you angry? What does this have to do with you? Could it be..." He glanced at Barrow with a half-smile, with Slytherin's unique slyness, "You've taken a fancy to her too? Knowing that we should really go together, that chick is quite hot-tempered, if someone else-"

But he couldn't go on, because Barrow rushed up and beat Patrick every inch of him with his fists.

"Crazy! You're crazy! You're going to kill me!" Patrick yelled as he cried out in pain, fighting back.

The two wrestled into a ball, knocking over a table and several chairs.Alexandra screamed.Some students ran out of the dormitory, and some people cheered excitedly.The prefect and the Head Boy had a hard time pulling them apart, and some students called Professor Slytherin.

"What happened, who will explain to me?" Slytherin glanced at the messy common room and the students onlookers, and asked majesticly: "Barrow and Patrick, if I read correctly, the two of you Fighting in the common room?"

There was a moment of silence, and the Slytherin's eyes flicked between theirs, with Patrick averting his eyes guiltily.

"You better give me a reasonable explanation!" Salazar Slytherin continued, and anyone could hear the restrained anger in his tone, "why—in the common room of the college—like a Muggle Same—fight!"

"Professor, it seems to be related to Miss Ravenclaw," a junior student ventured.

"What?" Slytherin asked sharply, his face darkened, and the student who had just spoken was immediately frightened into silence.

"Let's all go back to the dormitory. Discussion of this matter is forbidden!" Everyone was shocked by his aura, and quickly turned around and moved towards their own dormitory.Soon, the common room became empty again, leaving only four people, Salazar, Barrow, Patrick and Alexandra.

"Were you involved in the brawl, Miss Gaunt?"

"No—I didn't," Alexandra waved her hands in horror.

"Then go back to your own dormitory."

"Yes," she replied hastily, and turned to walk up the stairs. She had never seen Professor Slytherin so frightening.

"You two, follow me," he glanced at them, beckoning them both to follow, and strode out.

"I don't know what you're talking about. This matter has nothing to do with me." In the principal's office, Patrick denied everything, completely overturning what he had just said to Alexandra.

"You bastard—" Barrow was enraged, and he rushed forward as if he wanted to beat Patrick up again.But Helga stopped him.

"Professor—" Patrick yelled in mock horror.

"—Calm down, kid," Helga said with some headache, and waved his wand to partition Barrow. "This is the principal's office."

"Sorry, ma'am," Barrow glared at Patrick, and drew back.

"Do you have anything to refute Barrow's accusation?" Godric cleared his throat and asked seriously.

"All, sir," said Patrick calmly, "there is nothing to suggest that this matter has anything to do with me."

Godric frowned, as if he had encountered a problem: "That's not true."

"He's got Polyjuice Potion in his possession!" Barrow said grimly, casting a cold glance at Patrick. "A month ago, he asked me to borrow the African tree snake skin and the horn of the bicorn. At first I didn't understand why, Because those two ingredients are not commonly used. Now it seems that he has been making Polyjuice Potion since then. Hell, I even gave him a hand!"

"Be careful with your words," Helga cautioned.

"But I don't remember that there is a rule in the school rules that prohibits students from making Polyjuice Potion," Patrick said calmly, but his face was a little ugly.

"Does that mean you admit that you brewed Polyjuice Potion?" Godric continued to ask.

"Well... well, I don't deny it..."

"So can we have a look at a sample?"

"Sorry sir, I failed to brew it. All the potions have been poured out, and there is nothing left."

"We seem to be in a predicament, Mr. Gaunt," Godric said after thinking for a moment, "I'm sorry, we may need to check your personal items."

"No—" Patrick cried out in panic, stammering, "Without proof—you—can't…can't…" He looked at Slytherin for help.

"It's a pity, but the matter is of great importance, we can only do this," the latter said in a deep voice, with a serious expression on his face.

Godric called a house-elf and arranged for a search of Patrick's room.

Time passed by, and Patrick was standing in the middle of the principal's office, already sweating slightly.

"Found these, sir," whispered a house-elf, entering with a soiled robe and a glass bottle.

Patrick smacked.Salazar's face sank, and before Godric got up, he stood up first and walked quickly to the door.He leaned over to look at the dress, then held up the glass bottle to the light, filled with a muddy liquid.

"Explain," he said curtly, looking down at Patrick with cold exasperation in his tone.

"I don't know," Patrick trembled, unable to look his Slytherin in the eye, "I don't know what that means. It's just a robe and a potion! And I don't know Why did things appear in my box? Others can plant them on me, professor! This must be planted!" He shouted desperately.

"I didn't say what it was."

"Er - I didn't do anything!"

"Well, hold out your wand then," Salazar ordered.

"What, what?"

"Perhaps based on the description of these two things, we may not be able to draw any conclusions at all, but there is a quick and accurate method to identify the true from the false. Mr. Gunter, you only need to stretch out your wand - flash back to the previous curse. "

Patrick's face turned pale instantly.

The spells within a month were replayed one by one, and when the frightened image of Helena squeezed out from the tip of the wand, there was a deathly silence in the room.Helga covered her mouth and let out a low exclamation.Rowena, who had not spoken the whole time, shook her head in pain and closed her eyes.Godric's fists were clenched white.

Slytherin trembled all over, and the right hand holding the wand slammed down, and a strong force slammed down. Patrick screamed and bounced away in an instant, hit the bookshelf behind him and fell into a ball on the ground.The book fell with a clatter and fell on him.

"Don't—Salazar!" Helga screamed, drawing her wand, sending out a barrier. "He's still a student!"

Another spell pierced through the air, and the fierce momentum made everyone present feel their hairs stand on end.Patrick covered his head with his hands in horror, screaming and trying to hide back.Salazar's spell hit the Helga barrier, making a muffled sound like a gong.

"Stop it, Salazar! It doesn't make sense!" Rowena said, every word was filled with pain.

Salazar's raised arm trembled slightly, and finally fell down suddenly.

"Get out of my academy! Never! Never let me see you again!"

"Don't—professor—uncle!" Patrick crawled out of the pile of books in embarrassment, real horror appeared on his face: "I was wrong! I was confused for a while! Don't fire me! I won't dare again! forgive me!"

"You should ask her forgiveness!" He looked down at Patrick, his eyes were sharper than curses.

Patrick looked at Rowena pleadingly, but she looked away.

"Don't fire me! Please!" Patrick knelt on the ground, almost holding Slytherin's leg to prevent him from leaving, "After all... I didn't do any real damage after all... right?" Luckily he raised his head.

"It's disgusting!" Salazar looked down at him in disgust, and waved his hands, Patrick wailed and fell to the ground covering his face, "My students will never use such despicable means to hurt the defenseless Women, let alone beg for forgiveness by kneeling on the ground. Patrick, you have let me down so much." After he finished speaking, he walked out of the office without looking at him again.

Patrick fell on the ground and sobbed softly, which even made people feel a little sympathetic.Rowena remained silent.Helga and Godric looked at each other.

"I've never seen Salazar so furious," Helga said apprehensively, rubbing her chest.

"Yeah, I'm usually the one who yells," Godric said in shock.