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Protecting His Royal Highness's support team, the name sounds high-end and gorgeous, and it is so cool and handsome that it is overwhelming. It is by no means an inexplicable existence like Haitian Shengyan.As head of the organization, Miss Pansy Parkinson wrote a very detailed charter, parchment length... daunting...

Well, that's how Draco felt when he saw Pansy take out the parchment that was said to be the Charter.

…………………… Longer than a Potions essay.

"Currently, there are 37 members, and the members are distributed in four colleges, from all grades." Pan Xi said this fact very proudly.

And Draco is already = mouth = on the side.

…………………………… Isn’t this really an evil organization?

"Cough." Alberta twitched in a rare way and asked, "You... it seems useless to organize this?"

"How can it be useless!" Pan Xi decided to correct her wrong perception, she put her hands on her hips, and talked with eloquence, "It's like the core code of our support team 'all for His Highness', all our actions It all comes from this purpose. Anyone who joins our support group must not disturb His Highness or interfere with His Highness's daily life or study for various abnormal reasons. Any information must be shared in the support group free of charge, and can help His Highness within the scope of ability. , If anyone is unable to do this, the information will be disclosed in the support group, and then the identity of the support group will be permanently dismissed. Of course, the above are just very broad statements, and the specific regulations are recorded in this parchment. This is the original, with the signatures of each member of the support group at the bottom, and each member will have a copy for inspection from time to time."

Draco felt that this was more like some kind of evil organization......

And Alberta rubbed her chin, thought for a while, and said, "No wonder I said that when I go to the library these days, I always feel that someone is staring at me."

When Pan Xi heard this, she immediately regained her spirits: "Someone is staring at Your Highness? Tell me the characteristics! If someone really violates the regulations, I don't mind killing others as an example!"

Alberta waved her hand: "No, I am very sensitive to eyes, not because of you."

"Eh? Do you feel uncomfortable?" Blaise asked suddenly.

"Well, how should I put it? It's just that I've been trained to be particularly sensitive to eyes. You only need to look at it for a few seconds, and you'll notice it immediately. I'm not like Potter, who can stare like I don't know anything."

I always feel that... something is wrong... Everyone thinks.

Compared with Harry who has to bear everyone's meaningful gazes, hesitant expressions, or whispered discussions, Alberta's life is much better, except that he is occasionally stunned by the head of Slytherin. Professor Nepe called away.

...Oh, it is no longer an occasional event.If you have to show up in Professor Snape's office four days a week, this frequency can be called occasional.

Although they were told all kinds of details from the beginning, Draco and the others were still worried when they saw her going in and out of the office.

And then... Neil asked over dinner one time, "What the hell are you... doing in the office?"

Alberta replied while cutting the steak: "Oh, it's just dissecting something, nothing."

"Really?"

The black-haired girl raised her head, stared at Neil with her brown eyes for a while, and then said slowly, "Are you questioning my words?"

Suddenly, Neil felt at least a dozen eyes focused on him, staring at him so that all the hairs on his back stood on end. "W-how can it be! I, I just care, I care about you!" He explained bluntly, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, he would offend the members of the noble and glamorous guardian support group, especially Pan West.

………… Ever since he accidentally bumped into Pansy once and made a senior Slytherin cry with cryptic but sharp words, he never dared to underestimate this girl.

"Oh, don't worry, no matter how hungry I am, I will never choose you." The black-haired girl said in a voice without any ups and downs.

"...Why?" Neil regretted it as soon as he asked, almost biting his own tongue.Nima, this is like sending yourself to your door to be told by that black-hearted guy!

Sure enough... "I just don't like being with people of the same gender, it's better than looking in the mirror."

Neil: ……………………=dish=

Soon, Halloween will come.

Although Alberta still couldn't understand why the custom of Halloween was celebrated, since there would be a small dance in Slytherin after the school dinner, she still prepared a dress as the Romans did.Men's dress.

…………… Even if she knew, every Halloween with the savior Potter was not a good day.

The auditorium was decorated very spectacularly, with countless bats hovering on the walls and ceiling, and the vibration of the wings drove the candlelight to flicker.The golden platters were laden with sumptuous dishes, and it was evident that the house-elves had prepared a feast with all their might.

However, just as everyone was enjoying the feast, Quirrell stumbled in. The turban on his head was crooked, and he had no time to straighten it up, and his face was full of fear.

He ran to Dumbledore's side just like that, and said out of breath, "The troll... ran to the cellar... I came here to tell you..." He spoke intermittently, and finally fell to the floor on, passed out.

Alberta gave Quirrell a strange look, then turned her head and asked Neil: "Although the troll is XXXX in the Ministry of Magic, it is not very difficult to deal with if you find out the weak point, after all, that thing has a low IQ. But as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Quirrell's strength is too weak, right? Or did I underestimate the strength of the troll?"

There was a commotion in the auditorium, and Neil's voice was a little hard to hear in such an environment: "...Is your own strength too high?... Quirrell's strength is weak, everyone can see it."

Alberta wanted to say something more, but Dumbledore had already fired a few purple salutes from his wand, prompting silence and letting the prefects lead the students back to their dormitories.

On the way back to the cellar, the black-haired girl turned her head and said to Neil behind her in a very sure tone: "I'll just say, what kind of ghost festival is it? Look, it's so boring."

The corners of Neil and the others who heard this twitched.

Although the dinner party was disrupted, the dance in Slytherin went on as usual.

After returning to the dormitory and hurriedly changing clothes, Alberta, like everyone else, appeared in the common room.

While she was changing, a few seniors waved their wands and transformed the common room, making it larger and more ornate.

"Oh, you're wearing this again!" Neil looked at Alberta with a defeated look.

It wasn't that Alberta was dressed incorrectly, it was just that the clothes she chose were too simple, just a black gown with dark patterns, and a brooch of dark green round-leaf pepper grass at the neckline.The round-leaved pepper grass is the family symbol of the Mayne family.

Alberta glanced at him: "Is there anything you are dissatisfied with?"

"No, no, no, I don't feel anything!" Neil was terrified by her look, and shook his hands repeatedly.

But Pan Xi stood aside, looking a little annoyed.

"What's the matter, my Princess Pansy?" Blaise said frivolously.

Pan Xi gave him a tangled look, and complained: "If I had known that His Highness was wearing this outfit earlier, I would have gotten this one to wear as well!"

Blaise sweated silently: "You even want the family logo of the Mayne family?"

Pansy gave him a strange look: "Of course not. It's not that the Parkinson's family doesn't have a family symbol, and I'm not from the Mayne family. Why do we use pepper grass?"

"Uh, don't you admire Alberta?"

Pansy didn't even roll her eyes this time: "Worship to the point of giving up on myself? I don't want to be hated by His Highness, let alone be said that I am not from Slytherin."

People in Slytherin are all arrogant, they can worship a person, but they will never lose themselves and become like puppets because of this!

"What are you talking about?" Alberta walked up to them, holding a glass of juice in his hand - everyone under the third grade can't drink alcohol, which is the default of everyone.

Panxi's eyes lit up, she rushed over to grab her arm, raised her head halfway, and asked, "Your Highness, can you dance?"

Alberta will naturally agree to this request.Speaking of which, she only knows the male step, if she is really asked to dance the female step, then something will happen.

After Pansy started, other girls came to dance with her one after another, and then left with red faces after dancing.

"Sao, Bao!" Draco commented angrily.Higgins, who was standing next to him, laughed: "Keep your voice down, if someone else hears it, you will be miserable."

Draco subconsciously closed his mouth, he still has some understanding of the fighting power of those girls, it is really not to be underestimated!

Snape didn't appear until halfway through the dance, and not only that, but his walking posture was also a little strange.

"Did you get attacked by a monster?"

Draco glared at Blaise, who made this guess, and retorted: "The professor is very skilled, and a mere troll won't stump him!"

Alberta also agreed with Draco's idea: "Professor Snape is indeed very good at attacking spells, and he is also a master of potions. If he is injured, just drink some potions. Now There are traces, it can only be said that the wound caused by the opponent should contain toxin, this toxin can slow down the healing of the wound, and it is more likely that this toxin itself is very rare."

"But how could there be such an opponent in Hogwarts!" Pansy frowned. She was wondering whether she should report this matter to her family. Obviously, she was not the only one who had the same idea, and so did other people with brains. Thought of this.After the dance is over, there will probably be many owls sending letters overnight to bring the news out.

Alberta thought for a while, gave them a comforting look, and decided to ask Snape for details later.With Snape's personality, he certainly wouldn't stay long at this kind of ball.

After more than ten minutes, Snape left as expected.After greeting Neil and the others, Alberta also followed.

"Who gave you the guts to follow your poor Headmaster?" Professor Snape stopped at a turning, waiting for her.

And Alberta didn't feel guilty about being caught stalking at all, but said confidently: "As a person who is willing to help the professor share the trouble, I think it is necessary for me to come here. I think, Professor Snape, you must need one A skilled man as a helper? I can already smell the white moss."

"Hmph." Snape snorted, but he didn't bother her any more.The two walked silently all the way to Snape's office and bedroom.

Hiss - that was the sound of Alberta ripping Snape's trouser leg open.At that moment, she could feel Snape's body stiffen.Tsk, probably because she wasn't prepared for her behavior?

Taking a closer look at the wound, Alberta was a little puzzled: "Look at this wound, the degree of danger is much higher than that of a troll. When did Hogwarts become so unsafe?"

Snape snorted coldly: "Do your job well and don't think about anything else."

Alberta hooked the corners of her lips and asked, "It was Dumbledore's idea, wasn't it?" She seemed not to have seen Snape's stiff body, and continued, "If it wasn't for the order from the headmaster, Huo Gevoz's magic agreement, it is impossible for such a thing to happen. The existence of trolls is wrong enough, and now there are creatures that are more lethal than trolls. If it is not Dumbledore's ghost, I will I won’t believe it. Well, at the opening dinner, Dumbledore said that the corridor on the third floor on the right is dangerous, and it looks like it should be the place where this creature is kept.”

While talking, while taking care of the wound, Alberta raised her head and looked at Snape with innocent eyes: "I don't know if I'm thinking right, Professor Snape?"

The only answer to her was the sound of the door being closed.She turned her head to look at the closed door after forcing it open, smiled, and walked towards the bedroom.

Now that he knew where the creature was, he probably knew something about Dumbledore's plans.

...cultivate a savior?Using a child as a pawn, Dumbledore really had the nerve to make a move.Even in her previous life, this kind of thing would never have happened on campus.

Alberta rubbed her chin, and decided to find some time to talk to Neil.Although it's not good to be targeted by Dumbledore if you can't shoot directly, it's still possible to manipulate public opinion~

The author has something to say: This is to make up for yesterday's share, and there will be another update tonight =w=

I finally handed over the two articles in Bi Sheli. I have been a little more relaxed recently, and I will work hard to improve>