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"Assistant? I want to beat you up!"

Amber narrowed his eyes and stared at the excited Draco beside him.

Under Amber's dangerous gaze, the smile on Draco's face slowly stiffened.

Since going to school, Draco has slowly played down the fears he had for this cousin before getting along with Amber day and night.

Due to the lack of contacts in the past, and the memory of childhood, this cousin's majesty in the Malfoy mansion alone.

This made Draco always more fearful than affectionate towards Amber, his cousin.

During this period of time, after having too much contact with Amber, Draco gradually became accustomed to having such a cousin behind him.

But he had already forgotten that his cousin was never a good-natured person.

"Uh...that's...I promised to have a duel with Potter tonight. With your strength, cousin, you can easily beat Weasley and Potter to the ground."

The smile on Draco's face instantly turned to being obedient and flattering, and Amber couldn't help but laugh at this face-changing stunt.

"I don't have time to get involved in the jokes between you guys, get out of here!"

Pushing Malfoy away, Amber quickly finished his lunch, turned and walked towards the library.

In the past two days, he has had a little difficulty in the transformation of the pistol. Regarding the connection ratio between the ancient runes, he still needs to check some information.

Malfoy was left alone at the long Slytherin table, looking particularly lost.

"Malfoy, what's wrong?"

Just as Malfoy was about to return to the lounge with a depressed expression, a gentle voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Senior March?"

Draco was a little surprised to see that sunny face.

He knew that the seventh-grade senior was very close to his cousin, but he didn't expect that he would actually know his name.

"I see that you seem to have said something to Amber, what, is there a conflict?"

Under March's gentle guidance, Draco unsuspectingly revealed his previous conversation with Amber.

"Hahaha, that's all, it doesn't matter, I'll tell you something."

After knowing the ins and outs of the matter, March laughed.

He patted Malfoy on the shoulder and took it all on himself.

"That's great, please, senior."

"Small things, you are relatives after all, there is no need to be unhappy about this matter."

After patting Malfoy on the shoulder again and asking where Amber was going, March strode towards the library.

Only Draco and his two henchmen were left standing there, constantly lamenting the senior's warmheartedness.

"He can actually send you to be a lobbyist, when did my cousin have such a skill?"

In the library, after hearing March's intention, Amber raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"It's just a duel with a Gryffindor. With your strength, there is absolutely no need to care about winning or losing such a match."

"That's what I said, but..."

Amber wanted to subconsciously refute, but found that he didn't seem to have any suitable reason to refuse this request.

Although he has always acted as a maverick, he has never hesitated.

But if he doesn't even help his own cousin's little favor, it is very likely that he will be understood as being inhumane.

In the end, he could only reluctantly nodded, promising to go with Draco tonight.

Watching March happily leave the library, Amber suddenly felt a little awkward.

It was as if an invisible person was suddenly around him, staring at his actions all the time.

"So I still hate this kind of pointless activity, this Draco guy is really-"

With that in mind, Amber opened the book at hand again and devoted himself to the research again.

Horizontal and vertical is just a duel that is destined to be completed. With the strength of those guys, it is considered superb magic to be able to let out a faint.

Time passed by, and by the time Amber looked up again, it was close to closing.

After sorting out his notes and returning the book by his side, Amber yawned and walked back to the lounge.

In the lounge, Draco was waiting anxiously.

The moment he saw Amber's figure appear at the door of the lounge, he let out a long sigh of relief, with a bright smile on his face, and hurriedly greeted him.

"Cousin, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Didn't you make an appointment tonight? What are you waiting for at this time?"

Seeing the eagerness on Draco's face, Amber's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt more and more absurd.

But since he had agreed, he could only make an appointment with Draco to meet at night, and then changed his steps and walked into his dormitory.

Time was not to be wasted, there were still a few hours before their duel, and Amber had to go first. Try out today's research.

At night, Amber came to the lounge as scheduled.

There was no one in the lounge at this time, and tomorrow was not a day off. No matter what grade students were in, they all fell asleep early.

Only Draco held his wand and kept spinning in circles in the lounge, his face full of excitement.

"Okay, let's go."

Taking Malfoy out of the lounge and strolling the corridors of Hogwarts at night, Amber always felt something was wrong.

Perhaps it was because he had been alone before, and now a noisy figure suddenly appeared beside him, swept away Amber's original sense of security.

"Cousin here and here, we made an appointment on the fourth floor."

Drake excitedly pulled Amber up the stairs, and as the stairs automatically rotated, he stepped onto the fourth floor steps in two steps.

When they finally walked into an abandoned classroom, the four of Gryffindor were already waiting here.

"Hermione, Neville."

Anbo rubbed his brows, looked at the four figures in front of him, and suddenly felt a headache.

"Harry and Ronald are just messing around, why are you two getting involved?"

"And said us, so what are you doing here? Are you watching the game?"

Unlike Neville who was trained to be a quail, the little witch was not afraid of Amber's words.

"Well...you can understand that too."

Amber shrugged, stepped aside and found a chair to sit down.

He had already told Delacmin that his strength was not suitable for participating in such a duel.

The reason why Draco wanted to forcibly drag him over was just for psychological comfort.

To put it bluntly, he came to be a backer.

So at this time, the three people on the field are fighting with each other, and it has nothing to do with Amber.

"But taking the initiative to go out at night and participating in such a clear violation of school rules is not like a good student Granger."

Taking a look at the state of the field at this time, Harry and Drake were talking trash to each other, and the wands in their hands were bluffing, but they didn't even let out half a spark.

"The fat lady—that is, the portrait of the Gryffindor lounge is not there. After coming out, I can't go in. I can only follow these guys to see what's going on."

Glancing at a few people on the field in disgust, Hermione shook her fluffy chestnut short hair, and she was still ruthless in her words.

"If they were caught, they would have been expelled, and Professor McGonagall would not tolerate such a mistake."

Hermione's point of view, as always, is black and white, and this character of seeing the school rules as big as the sky has been vividly reflected as early as their elementary school.

Amber has long since given up on correcting his thoughts, just chatting with each other for a while, watching with interest, the British swear words on the court were being exchanged.

It's just that this farce tonight is not destined to end so smoothly.

When the two people on the field were talking dry and were about to slow down and continue the second half, a shrill cat meow suddenly tightened the string in several people's hearts.

"Mrs Norris? Damn, who brought this cat here?"

Look at the shorthair cat wobbly running down the stairs. Amber scolded a rare swear word.

He was naturally not afraid of Filch by himself, and he could even swagger in front of Filch and show his proof of the night watch.

But now there are five people behind him.

"Stupid? Run!"

After a roar, Amber reached out and grabbed Hermione, and started running down the corridor.

Six people traveled at night at the same time, which was a blatant challenge to the principal's psychological bottom line.

With the old bee's usual style, if he didn't take the opportunity to make trouble and completely squeeze out his secrets, Amber would eat the Numengard Tower.

Seeing Amber leave, the rest of the group also realized it later, and ran aimlessly behind him.

Behind them, a bean of light staggered down, and Filch's asthma-like voice was erratic.

Quickly hide behind an abandoned classroom. Amber closed the door softly and pressed his ear against the wall, listening to the sounds outside.

He already had the wand in his hand at this point, and if it was really impossible, he wouldn't mind sending Filch a shot and forgetting about it.

But in that case, he will be unable to do anything for a long time.

After all, attacking the castle keeper is an extremely egregious illegal act.

"Amber, what are we going to do now?"

Amber's appearance as a great enemy made everyone present in a hurry.

By now, they had also recovered from the excitement of night tours and duels, and began to recall the cost of doing so.

"It doesn't matter, it should be able to escape."

Listening to the gasps in the hallway, Amber's vigilance was at its peak.

wait until. The heavy footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, and he exhaled a long breath, completely relaxed.

But the next second, a detailed voice in the room suddenly sounded, with undisguised malice in the voice.

"Yo, look what's this? A few night-walking students."

Amber looked up, and on the chandelier in the room, a sneering ghost in colorful clothes was looking at them maliciously.

"Peeves!"

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