[HP Sirius] Sweet Potions

Sirius had been watching Ursa all day.

In the morning, he felt eyes on him from the other side of the restaurant.From the corner of his eye, he saw Ersha staring at him thoughtfully, but when he looked over, the other party hurriedly lowered his head.

What happened to her?Sirius frowned thoughtfully.

He couldn't help linking Ersha's performance with what happened last night.

To him, what happened last night was nothing more than a trivial matter.What's more, he originally just wanted to kiss that girl's cheek, and didn't mean to kiss her.But now that little matter is like a thorn in his heart, making him feel a little restless.

As a result, he spent the whole morning restless.

In the afternoon, he finally "coincidentally" met Ersha on the road, who was about to go to class.She was holding a few books, and walked forward in a hurry with her head down.She was wearing her usual neatly cut dark purple dress, her hair was pulled up in a messy bun at the back of her head.

"Good afternoon." He suddenly came out from the corner where he was hiding, and greeted Ersha with a smile.

Erza looked startled.She staggered back half a step as if seeing a ghost, staring at him dumbfounded.

"Are you all right, Miss Green?" Sirius asked with a fake relaxed smile.

Ersha brushed her drooping broken hair, raised her chin slightly, and the expression on her face quickly returned to calm.

"Nothing," she said hoarsely. "Good afternoon, Mr. Black."

After she finished speaking quickly, she quickly walked away from him.

Sirius didn't leave immediately, but turned his head and watched her back silently.

—he was sure he had just seen Ersa's hair turning slightly red.It happened every time she tried to hide her emotions.

From there, Sirius rarely encountered Ursa in the corridors.That is to say, apart from attending classes and eating, the two of them hardly met face to face.

Sirius even began to suspect that Ursa was avoiding him on purpose.But he quickly dismissed the somewhat ridiculous idea—she had no reason to avoid him, did she?

But this question only bothered him for a few days, and another event that happened on Halloween made him completely forget about it.

Ursa finally finished grading all her papers on Saturday night, so she decided to relax.

The next day, instead of spending time in the office as usual, she chose to go to Hogsmeade.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, and Ursa strolled through the streets of Hogsmeade village, enjoying a store-bought fried fish sprinkled with exotic spices.When passing by a bookstore, she suddenly saw a familiar man coming out of the door.

—that's Professor Mulligan who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts.He is also the current Acting Head of Slytherin House.

Professor Mulligan wears a pair of square-framed brown-rimmed glasses, and always wears a dark brown wizard robe that is not very smooth; perhaps because of his seriousness, he always gives people a very rigid impression, but In fact he did.

Even Professor McGonagall can tolerate students' jokes to a certain extent, but Professor Mulligan has always hated any behavior that does not comply with the rules, and even being late for one minute is unforgivable in his opinion.

Thinking of this, Ersha hurriedly stuffed the fried fish in her pocket, and then planned to say hello to Professor Mulligan.

But Professor Mulligan didn't see Ersha.He turned up the collar of his black coat, pushed open the glass door of the bookstore, and hurried forward with his head down.

When he passed by her side, Ersha clearly saw his flustered expression, and his lips were tightly pursed into a line.

"Are you okay, Professor Mulligan?" Ursa couldn't help asking softly.

Mulligan stopped abruptly, staring at Ersa as if she had just emerged from the ground.

"Uh...I'm fine." He said hoarsely, and then looked at Ursa with a little vigilance, "What are you doing here, Miss Green?"

"Walking around." Ursa answered succinctly.

Mulligan's gray-blue eyes behind the lenses narrowed for a moment, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something to her, but all he said was a farewell word.

"See you later, Miss Green," he whispered, and turned and hurried away.

Ersha's eyes turned to the bookstore. The signboard of the store was seriously peeled off, and the words "Thomas Used Bookstore" could be vaguely seen.She suddenly became a little interested in it, so she opened the door and walked in.

"Is there anything I can do, Miss?" A hoarse voice sounded beside her.

Startled, she stopped abruptly.

With the dim light from the dusty window, she saw a tall, thin man with beards standing by the door and staring at her.He stared at Ersa a little maliciously, and grinned, showing a row of yellowish teeth, "What do you want to buy, miss?"

"Nothing," Erza muttered, "I was just looking around."

"Please feel free." The man's eyeballs rolled around, scanning Ersha's chest intentionally or unintentionally, "I'm right behind the counter, call me if you need anything."

As he spoke, he squeezed past Ersha.When passing by her, his arm lightly bumped Ersha's chest, and Ersha immediately stepped back half a step vigilantly.

—Wait a minute, did that man have a tattoo on his arm?

Just for a moment, Ersha vaguely saw a weird tattoo on the guy's arm.

But when she turned her head to make sure, the man quickly put down the rolled up sleeves.

At this moment, the man suddenly turned his head, and quickly forced a false smile on his face, "Is there anything else you want, miss?"

Intuition told Ersa that she had to leave here immediately, so she took half a step back, "It's okay. I think I've had enough shopping." After she finished speaking, she turned around and quickly opened the door and left.

At the regular faculty meeting on the weekend evening, Headmaster Dumbledore looked much more serious than usual, and for the first time, he didn't even start his speech with a lame joke.

He told everyone in a low voice that there was evidence that the power of the mysterious man had reached the Ministry of Magic.Now the British wizarding world has become a mess, and things are gradually getting out of control.

"But Hogwarts is safe for now, isn't it?" Professor Flitwick said loudly.Because of his short stature, he had to stand on a chair to be at eye level with everyone.

"For the time being," said Professor Dumbledore worriedly.

"I suggest temporarily prohibiting students from going to Hogsmeade and closing the school." It was Professor Mulligan who spoke, "It's too unsafe outside now."

"But doing so will cause unnecessary panic among the students." Professor Sprout said with a frown.

"I don't think it's unnecessary," Professor Mulligan adjusted his glasses and said, "They should learn to face potential dangers instead of living in a greenhouse forever ignorant."

The professors began to talk about it, and it seemed that they could not draw any conclusions for the time being.

Dumbledore rested his elbows on the table, his fingertips facing each other on his chin.After being silent for a while, he turned his head and looked at Ersha, the only one who had never expressed his opinion.

"What do you think, Miss Green?" His blue eyes behind spectacles looked at her.

After thinking about the specific wording for a moment, Ursa replied: "I think Professor Mulligan is right. Maybe we should temporarily ban them from going to Hogsmeade."

She felt that everyone was watching her.It wasn't the same as in class, she was expressing her opinions to a group of older and more experienced adults, so she couldn't help but tense up.

"I just read some news in the papers," she said hoarsely, swallowing. "Actually, I don't know how bad things are, but I think Voldemort—"

Almost everyone gasped.

"—Sorry." Ursa squeezed out a stiff smile, and quickly explained, "My father and I have been traveling in the Muggle world, so we don't know much about Voldy—I mean the You-Know-Who... "

"Get to the point." Dumbledore said calmly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dumbledore." Ursa cleared her throat in embarrassment, "I mean, if I were a mysterious person, I would definitely not give up any chance to occupy Hogwarts—after all, all wizards in Britain They all go to school here, don't they? If he really wants to rule the wizarding world or something, he should start here... well, it's just an idea of ​​mine."

"'If I were You-Know-Who' - interesting point," said Dumbledore, smiling.

Ursa immediately felt herself blushing.

"But I agree with you," said Dumbledore. "Maybe we do think from Voldemort's point of view—yes, I insist on calling him that, and I hope you can set an example for your students. I want to say The thing is, I'm afraid Miss Green's conjecture is correct. Voldemort will never give up Hogwarts. I have been convinced of this many years ago. In fact, he has always had a deep feeling for Hogwarts. obsession."

"Then what shall we do?" said Professor McGonagall worriedly.

"I think we have to take action." Dumbledore said calmly. "After Halloween we will officially lock down the school, and students will not be allowed to go out." He sighed as he spoke.

"This is a last resort," said Professor Mulligan deadpan. "We cannot risk our students being harmed."

"By the way, there is one more thing." Professor McGonagall said suddenly, "Last week I saw some students riding broomsticks by the lake. And if I read correctly, they even rode one by two— It's like playing with your life."

Ersha, who was drinking tea, was choked immediately. She coughed violently, and quickly waved her hand to indicate that she was fine.