Wild child

Malfoy was taken aback at first, then calmed down.

"For the Quidditch match?"

"In order to make Gryffindor lose, you pretended to be a dementor and tried to interfere with Harry. The whole of Hogwarts saw it."

"I'm not going to deny it either."

"That's good, I'll tell you now that I won't regard an insidious villain as an opponent. Even if no one knows, I don't want to be ashamed in front of myself."

"What you want to think is your business."

"I think so, then I won't bother you to find a partner who can fight with you. But you don't have to look for it, there are all around."

"I'm not interested in finding a stupid Gryffindor."

Fanny was already planning to lift the tapestry and go out, but Wen Sheng looked at him with an expression of "you're out of your mind".

"Let me ask you, isn't the purpose of Gryffindor to win? What's the difference between this and Slytherin?"

"I don't know, I'm not as smart as you - who can be as smart as the little prince of Slytherin? But guess what, it's probably because Slytherin doesn't have to guard against Gryffindor rushing out in a black cloak? "

"At the end of the day it's just a matter of different ways, and it's up to you which way you use it. If you can make me drop my broom and win by scaring me, Slytherin won't mind."

"You're right, you know that Gryffindor will never do this, and you're still bragging about it here." Fanny's anger flared up, "It's a shame to call cowardice, escape, and despicableness a symbol of wisdom." It's Slytherin, isn't it? Full of prejudice and centuries-old stereotypes, but still pretending to be tolerant and selfless! Just look at you and your father, and you'll know that you haven't been in the same place for hundreds of years. There will be a little change! Your so-called victory is a free gift, and Gryffindor will not want it!"

Malfoy snarled back desperately on rare occasions.

"Adhering to those old stupid so-called 'justice', wasting time and energy in pointless places, this is the so-called righteous way of Gryffindor! I thought you were different from those idiots! Who doesn't want fame, wealth, Victory? It's up to you what method you like to use, but some people want to point fingers at others under the banner of justice. Let me tell you, soon Slytherin will celebrate his eight consecutive years of winning the Quidditch championship. It won’t change that! Just look at the expression on your captain Wood’s face when we won two years ago, he can pay anything to make the victory his! Blame your own incompetence on others and imagine that everyone will be harmonious As stupid as I am, Gryffindors love people like that, right?!"

"Okay, you are smart, you are unmatched! The rest of the time is left to you to fantasize about the glory of victory, I have more important things to do tonight! Excuse me-forever!"

Before Malfoy could say the next sentence, Fanny disappeared into the gap between the tapestry in the blink of an eye.

What more important things could Fanny Sanchez have on her mind?Tonight was not in her planned night tour plan - how could she miss the victory celebration after the game?Until one o'clock in the morning, she completely forgot about this unpleasant episode.Originally, Gryffindor was a lively and disruptive group, and with the fuel of high emotions, Fanny, the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan almost turned the common room upside down.

If it hadn't been for McGonagall to chase people away, I'm afraid Gryffindor Tower will be brightly lit until dawn-Fanny means it's a pity.

The only fly in the ointment is that Hermione went back to the dormitory with the book early, and Ron claimed that her cat ate his mice, and the two broke off.The blow to Hermione was obvious, she was already stressed enough, and Fanny really didn't know how she could manage it - thirteen courses and assignments in total, plus Buckbeak's case.

The party was fun, but when I lay down in bed, the annoyance returned, and what annoyed Fanny even more was that her mind was full of that Slytherin bastard.She should have kicked him out of her mind if she didn't want him to be a spoiler.

After tossing and turning a few times, Fanny simply got up.The sky outside the window is so dark that there are no stars and moons, it is most suitable for doing some sneaky activities.

At least as far as she knew, the castle had nowhere else to go.Fanny was wandering the grounds, considering whether to go and see Buckbeak.The good news is that her goal of the second stage has been achieved. She has flown twice on Buckbeak—by the way, it was quite an unpleasant experience—but she is still not sure if she goes empty-handed. No problem.

Buckbeak is indeed a dangerous creature, extremely aggressive and short-tempered.But Fanny also found that it can easily understand the true meaning of people from words and actions. It has the keen intuition of animals and the wisdom no less than many humans.

"You know what's going on, right?" Fanny asked after the second flight ended, standing still on the ground.

Buckbeak tilted his head and stared at her with orange eyes, making it seem to Fanny that she was staring at a powder keg that was lit.

"I untied your rope for you, and you also know that a group of old fools are going to chop off your head, why don't you fly away?"

Buckbeak breathed out his nostrils, and his eyes looked even more dangerous.

"Because Hagrid is right? You know that Hagrid and Hermione are trying their best to save you. If you escape, you will cause big trouble for Hagrid."

Buckbeak turned impatiently, pawed the ground with his silver gray paws, and kicked aside a rope tied around his neck.Fanny shrugged, picked up the rope and tied it back to a thick pine tree.

Somehow, Buckbeak felt a little bit like Benjamin to her.Although never optimistic about Buckbeak's verdict, she took over half of Hermione's workload after that, sorting out many materials related to the dangerous creature trial.

Just when Fanny was about to turn to walk towards Buckbeak's location, a chill hit. For a person who has been wandering around the Forbidden Forest for a long time this year, it is difficult to be familiar with this chill.

Normally, Fanny would definitely run away.But today, a sudden recklessness and impulsiveness took control of her, and instead she strode toward the colder depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Sunny can't count on it. They usually make an appointment for the next meeting after each meeting, and Fanny usually doesn't know how to find it.

What could be more difficult?Fanny secretly cheered herself up, didn't she just find the dementor and chant a spell and run away?

At this time, she didn't realize that she just wanted to do something "something Slytherin would never do" to prove something.

Finally, after walking for more than half an hour, Fanny saw a corner of the black cloak behind a bush.Taking a few steps forward, bypassing the cover of branches and leaves, I can vaguely see the outline of a tall figure with damaged sleeves stretched forward, blocked by a tree, and I don't know what I'm doing.Fanny didn't bother to care about this either. The chill that had penetrated into her internal organs and bone marrow made her almost unable to breathe. If she didn't do anything, she would definitely turn around and run away.

Just try it once, no matter what the result is, just run!Fanny stepped forward and raised her wand: "Huh..."

The rest of the spell was stuck in her throat - Fanny knew what the dementor was doing.

Two rotting arms clutching a person, or rather a scrawny, lifeless body.Fanny met those brown eyes, the eyes were swollen, and the pupils were flickering and constricting.

Like a nightmare, Fannymu watched the two shadows slightly separated, and the slightly glowing translucent object flowed from the body into the large hole in the dementor's mouth.

Fanny numbly watched the body being lowered to the ground, her eyes were still wide open, but something had obviously disappeared from it, and they became hollow and dull.The body was still moving, but it was just an instinctive twitch.After maybe a minute or an hour, the convulsions were suddenly so violent that the body almost jumped out of the weeds, and then stopped.

It stopped completely, and the eyes that Fanny had been staring at were still half-open and still, like two closed windows.

Later, Fanny mentioned this incident, and many people were skeptical: How could you look so carefully at a distance of more than 20 steps in the forest with no light source at all?

But Fanny really saw it, and she still remembered that pair of constricted pupils gradually expanded and finally froze.

The dementor turned its head, the hood already on, and the soul it had just swallowed disappeared in the shadows.

Fanny felt how stupid her plan was: late at night, a third-year girl walked unprotected into a forbidden forest full of dementors.

She knew it was her last mistake.

Unable to remember anything, Fanny ran away, scrambling through the dense forest without knowing the direction, only thinking about getting away from the source of despair.But the chill didn't decrease but increased. Gradually, she felt that such simple actions as taking a step and swinging her arms became an impossible task. Her steps slowed down, and then she bumped into something.

The baggy cloak, with nothing inside, reeked of despair...

"Ah ah ah----!!!!!"

The operation to catch the traitor Wormtail failed again. This was the second time, and the castle would immediately enter a stricter state of alert, so it might be the last time of the year.No matter how smart a cat is, there are only so many things it can do to help it.

Humans have the most complex thinking and emotions, followed by various primates, and dogs don't rank very high in this regard.But even in the black dog state, Sirius Black was almost violently overwhelmed by resentment and anxiety.Suffering injustice, fugitive status, more than ten years of unjust imprisonment, friends who died, betrayed or hated him, plus the dementors he had seen enough for a long time, left the most exciting and wonderful memories of his campus life The Forbidden Forest now reminds him of those pains, and the belief that kept him awake during those 12 years is gone.

He already knew the patrol route of the dementors. As a dog, Black wandered around, thinking about his next plan or giving up.

When the scream came, the black dog paused and almost subconsciously ran towards the source of the sound.

Maybe it's because animals are not sensitive to the presence of dementors. The human wisdom in Sirius' head didn't start to work until he saw the scene in front of him clearly: he might not be able to save the girl who was chased by the dementors, And even if he didn't put himself in it, it was definitely an act of revealing his whereabouts.There were people in the castle who knew he was an Animagus, and the last thing he needed right now was more clues to the Ministry.

Then he remembered that he had met her before, and it was really hard not to be impressed.Before entering the Forbidden Forest, he did not hesitate. He had thought about his ending from the best of catching Wormtail to clear his grievances, and the worst of being kissed by a dementor, but the facts have proved that life can always exceed people's imagination ——Having a car accident in the most primitive magical jungle, even if he was killed, he would never have thought of it.In order to recover the broken leg and wait for the opportunity, he rested for more than two months.

Seeing the girl fell to the ground and unable to get up, her expression was terrified, but she still refused to despair.The attempts to summon the Patronus did not stop, and the shapeless Patronus quickly dissipated, watching the group of dementors surrounded by the fan with wide open eyes, refusing to close them.Rather than saying that she is chanting a spell, it is better to say that she is shouting for her own life.

Oddly enough, Blake felt that in this strange girl he felt every possibility of being alive, which restored some of his crumbling faith.He suddenly decided that he couldn't let this girl go to a fate more terrible than death.

The black dog ran out growling.

Perhaps it was true, as Neville said, that the dog was the harbinger of death.Hearing the faint barking of a dog, Fanny wanted to smile wryly. Could it be that this is the end she deserved all the time looking for death?Well, the best ending she can think of is that after her soul is sucked away, she can die as quickly as the person she saw just now. Now that she thinks of those eyes, she has a sense of intimacy, at least she is not lying alone in the desert The wilderness is eaten by unknown creatures.

Then a huge force from the neck directly pulled her over, and Fanny was dragged quickly away from the desperate land, but the rotten smell that followed reminded her that those things might catch up or appear on the way ahead at any time .

Just like that, Fanny still didn't intend to be dragged away by An'an.

The desperate situation just now gave her the courage to break the can - she was almost kissed, what else could she do?

Reluctantly being strangled by the collar, Fanny could only use her left hand to hit the part she could reach, "Stop...stop...cough..."

The dog stopped, looked back at Fanny, his teeth did not loosen, and the meaning of "what are you going to do" can be seen in the bright black pupils.Fanny was somewhat surprised. Although the black dog in front of him was skinny, it was still quite huge, and it was very powerful when viewed up close.The scorching body temperature leaked from under the stinky fur, which made Fanny feel a little relieved.

"Well, Mr. Dog, I want to try my Patronus Charm...it's a spell that can drive away dementors. Uh...do you understand?"

Has anyone ever seen a dog blink?Anyway, Fanny saw it.

"Actually, that's why I came here. I know that I just acted... not so believable, but I still want to try. Anyway, they are going to catch up, right? If it doesn't work, please delay I run away."

The dog blinked again, and Fanny scratched her head.

"Okay, if you don't agree, drag me to continue running, and please don't leave me here...I really can't run now."

The dog let go of Fanny's collar and stood aside, probably whatever you want.

"Thank you, um..." Fanny actually regretted making such a request.

Well, clear your mind, Fanny Sanchez.Trust your instincts, you've saved yourself so many times, just relax... Think about it, the one thing you need when you're facing a dementor...

The dog whined twice, and Fanny knew what it meant: as if breathing the cold of icicles, the stench of hopelessness, the dementors were on their way.

But she didn't devote her energy to being afraid, fear didn't help, she cleared it out.

A scene flashed across her empty mind like lightning: in a dark room, the elder pulled her arm, and the crack in the skin slowly healed.

Benjamin was the one who taught her to use her powers, and he told her there was nothing scary about being a monster.

And Dumbledore was the one who told her she wasn't a monster, which was more important than she thought.

At the same time, he was also the first person to walk into her world as an elder. What he opened to her was not only the world of magic, but also taught her the meaning and power of tolerance with his actions.

"Calling God Guards—Calling God Guards!"

The silver mist at the tip of the staff finally condensed into a solid body. The silver falcon hovered in front of Fanny with a warm and hopeful light, and the dementors that came out from the gaps between the tree trunks and branches retreated one after another.

Originally, Fanny was reluctant to stand, but when she saw the dementors leave, she sat down on the humus layer in the forest without thinking. The silver falcon turned around and flew towards her, but it stopped like iron when it saw this scene. dissipated.There were no other audiences at the moment, so Fanny turned to the black dog with human nature.

"See, I'm... oh!"

The black dog bit Fanny's collar shamelessly and continued to drag the person away. Fanny struggled to catch her breath while worrying whether the robe would be ripped off from the top of her head.She felt that the fabric on her back was almost worn out, and it seemed that she would have to trouble Yatta again.

The forest above her head was gradually thinning out, and Fanny could no longer tell the north from the south after being dragged sideways. When the black dog stopped, she could only tell that she was near the edge of the field.Now the field was empty, and it was still far away from the castle, but the black dog precisely loosened its teeth on the periphery of the field and put Fanny down.

On the edge of the field, a black dog with human nature.Fanny frowned, and called to stop the black dog who was about to run away: "Wait, you..."

"Passed out!"

The black dog dodged the red light and ran away. Fanny turned her head angrily, and she knew that it was a guy who didn't have long eyes even with her eyes closed.

"There are many obstacles! Call God to protect you!" The owner of the voice stepped forward a few steps to block Fanny and waved his wand. His proficiency was obviously not as good as Fanny's. He had to recite the spell three times in a row to create a barely formed patron saint. And it disappears quickly.

Fanny didn't get up either. She put away her wand and sat up straight, brushing her hair in a mess. She didn't lose her weapon in such a scuffle, and she admired herself very much.

Malfoy lowered his wand, seeing that nothing new was coming out of the Forbidden Forest, and lit the tip.If he wasn't wearing a wizard robe, he would look like the boy Fanny saw in the streets after playing basketball or football from behind.Fanny somehow recalled the last time she saw him before entering the Chamber of Secrets last year. It was strange for Malfoy to show off his airs.

Of course, as soon as he turned around, he immediately became the unpopular heir to the ancient Malfoy family.

Looking down at Fanny's gray eyes, which were different from the habitual alienation in the past, they looked very hot, and Fanny suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart.Before she could adjust her state, a certain mouth opened to spoil the atmosphere, and it was Malfoy.

"So you are so stupid, Sanchez. How does it feel to be almost taken into the Forbidden Forest by a dog?"

"It feels better than poking your face with a wand." Fanny said angrily, "It would be better without you popping out of nowhere."

"Seems ungrateful is one of the Gryffindor virtues. I just saved your life, Sanchez."

"You didn't, I..." Vannica paused, how could "being saved by a dog and I was just trying to talk to him" be expressed in a less stupid way?

"Forget it, none of your business. What are you doing here?"

"None of your business." Malfoy couldn't fail to see such a clumsy way of changing the subject, but Fanny's question really hit a point.

"It's... three o'clock in the morning." Fanny looked at her watch, "Why don't I go, you... I know!"

"What?" Malfoy tried not to look guilty.

Fanny's next move turned his expression into surprise: She raised her wand directly in his face.

"Prove your identity."

"What are you doing...?"

"Malfoy doesn't have the guts to run into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night to prove that you're not Sirius Black who came in with Polyjuice Potion!"

It is no exaggeration to say that Malfoy's face turned green instantly.Obviously wanting to explode, but Fanny's stern expression overwhelmed her momentum. Seeing Fanny's posture of chanting a spell without proof, Malfoy swallowed his anger: "...in a Potions class, you treated rat intestines as a The tree snake skin was thrown into the cauldron, spitting out half the classroom. Professor Snape left you to clean the floor."

This is embarrassing, Fanny's expression fluctuated slightly, and then became more serious.

"No, you might have sneaked in a few days in advance. Let me think about it... yes, what happened after Malfoy jumped out of the window for the first time?"

Malfoy's face turned greener, and it was one of the great shames of his life that he'd been trying to forget.He didn't react until Fanny's malicious intentions were fully reflected on his face, and his words seemed to come out of his teeth: "Then why do you prove that you are the real Sanchez? Let me ask you..."

"Do you want me to tell you the color?" Fanny blinked, "I will never forget that scene in my life."

Malfoy's expression froze again, his mouth was dry and he could not make a sound.Then he stared at Fanny stunned, the girl's hair in the soft silver light was like flowing moonlight, her face was half a smile, and the blue eyes that flowed made those pupils look mysterious, as if they would be caught by staring at each other for a long time Suck it in.

"Okay, why are you showing off your patron saint? Do you think it's a soul-destroying dog?" Fanny escaped death, and even Malfoy couldn't destroy Fanny's mood at the moment, "I didn't expect your patron saint to be a peacock —Okay, it's just an interjection, and it's actually quite appropriate for you. I knew something like that."

Finally freed from the predicament, Malfoy raised his eyebrows: "How?"

"It's gorgeous and splendid, it opens its tail randomly when it sees people, and it will open more and more vigorously when there are other peacocks around, doesn't it match your showing off temper very well." Fanny ignored Malfoy and became hostile again He got up and said, "I was kept in a comfortable nest, and I was dragged down by that pile of colorful things and could never fly. I opened the screen and looked at it from the front, but I don't know what is stuck on the back..."

"That's not a burden." Seeing that some bad words were about to appear in Fanny's words, Malfoy hurriedly interrupted.

"What prevents you from flying is not a drag or something? It's just that you can't get rid of it, and you just want to find a better word to describe it."

"It never occurred to me to 'get rid of' anything. I was the heir of the Malfoy family, a member of the Slytherins, that was my destiny from birth. Continuing the honor of the family, maintaining the honor of the Slytherins, this is I will do it." Unknowingly, the boy's tone changed, as if he was saying some kind of oath that melted in his blood, "I don't need to fly blindly into the sky or do anything else, I know what I want What."

"Then, by any means?" Fanny asked softly.

"That's right. The means are never important. The important thing is whether the result achieves the expected goal. Don't think that we don't know the consequences of violating the rules. That's just part of the risk. If you lose, you have to pay the corresponding price."

"Does such a victory make you feel at ease? For example, the strength of the Slytherin team can completely match Gryffindor. Doesn't using methods outside the rules make you feel that there is a lack of victory?"

"The ability to break the rules and avoid penalties is also part of strength. As long as you win, you have nothing to regret. Just focus on one goal and take the fastest path to it. This is the Slytherin way of doing things. There is always something important. What is important and more important, wasting limited life and energy on insignificant things, but missing what you want most, this is really worthless.”

Fanny looked into those gray eyes. He might be immature, but his firmness was beyond doubt.He knows better than she what his justice is and what path he wants to take.

Malfoy suppressed a little nervousness, waiting for Fanny's rebuttal or ridicule, but this girl always surprised him.After looking at each other for a few seconds, Fanny rolled her eyes to the sky, stood up and clapped her hands.

"It makes sense. Anyway, the road is open to the sky, so each side should go. But since Master Malfoy is so precious, he shouldn't accompany me here to blow the cold wind, you know, in this forest..." That terrifying scene broke into him suddenly In her mind, Fanny froze, the cold she had been away from went back and forth, and she trembled uncontrollably.

"...a person was kissed by a dementor." Ignoring Malfoy's anxious question, Fanny murmured, "Just now, in the Forbidden Forest, I saw... a dementor kissed his soul……"

"That should be a victim." Malfoy's calm voice came from next to his ear, and Fanny turned to him hesitantly, "Some of the prisoners who were raped for life in Azkaban were brought together with the dementors, and used to satisfy the desires of the dementors in order to prevent them from entering the castle."

——Why can you talk about such things so easily?

"Dementors are usually given permission to suck the soul of some felons when they are dying, and in this case the body dies after the soul is sucked. Most of these people are murderers, who have killed a lot of Muggles or carried out Absolutely taboo experimenters of black arts, so..."

"So it doesn't matter what fate they have? I don't care if they deserve it or not. Their souls are sucked out. Is this as common as afternoon tea to you? Make a joke about killing Muggles, and make a joke about attacking Muggles." The melon people applauded, Buckbeak just scratched a small slit on your hand and you tried every means to kill it... After all, what is the difference between you and Black?!"

Malfoy stared abruptly at the girl who exploded.

"Have you ever seen dead people? You've never been in the Muggle world, have you? Have you ever thought they were real people? Have you ever seen people's souls being sucked out? I just saw it with my own eyes! I watched him die! What do you know? You never thought about going to see the Hippogriff that was about to be killed by you, did you?!"

Fanny turned and ran away, the sound of footsteps went away, leaving the boy with an unclear expression standing in the darkness.

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I missed the last chapter before, although there is no important plot, let me explain...