This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"Albus, something very strange just happened."

In Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore, who had just sent Moody and the others away, was greeted by Snape who knocked on the door in the middle of the night before he could go to sleep.

"When you and Moody attacked our Professor Quirrell, I noticed that Harry became extremely painful..."

Snape briefly described what had just happened.

"I suspect that because your attack on the Dark Lord was too strong, some unknown curse occurred on Harry - the other party tried to regenerate in this way."

"Is that so? Sure enough..."

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he did not express his guess.

"I need more to prove that you have made a great contribution tonight, Severus - now it's time for you to rest."

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"Um…"

In the Ravenclaw lounge, Andrew was the first to wake up as usual, and then stretched greatly without disturbing others.

He quietly went to wash up, closed the door gently, and started walking towards the outside of the castle - it rained more in Hogwarts than he thought, and such good weather was really rare.

'It's just that going down the stairs is too annoying, and the Ravenclaw common room is too high. ’

After a brief warm-up, Andrew happily started running around the Black Lake.

"morning!"

"morning!"

…

There are not too many students running in Hogwarts. After running during this period, he has become familiar with a few regular runners. However, there are not many freshmen among them, probably because they are more sleepy.

"morning."

It was another student he saw frequently. Andrew took the initiative to say hello to the other student. However, to Andrew's expectation, the other student did not respond with a simple greeting. Instead, he adjusted his speed with a desire to share, as if he was walking fast. Same.

"Good morning, have you heard about what happened last night?"

"What, hoo-thing?"

Andrew's pace has also slowed down. Although he has just completed half of his intended goal, this situation is obviously not suitable for running away from the opponent and running on his own.

"Strange - don't freshmen now have the habit of going out at night?"

The other party asked back, but had no intention of waiting for Andrew's answer.

"There was a fight in the castle yesterday."

"fighting?"

Andrew's mouth dropped open.

"Well, yes, there was a guy in our dormitory who didn't return to the lounge yesterday-"

Andrew glanced at the other party's casual clothes and did not identify the other party's college.

"It was around three or four o'clock that he heard the sound of fighting on the third floor."

"Third floor? That corridor?"

Andrew asked back - he still remembered that it was the place where Dumbledore strictly prohibited students from approaching when school started.

"No, more to the point, it seems to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, but he didn't come over to take a look - he looked so broken when I woke up in the morning, I really didn't have the nerve to ask more questions."

Obviously, the other party was not a Gryffindor student.

"So when I got up in the morning, I asked about the oil paintings, planning to tell the professor if there was anything wrong, but they yawned and kept it strictly confidential from me -"

The tall boy with flaxen hair spread his hands and said, "I thought you freshmen would know something about night outings."

"Do you think I would go out for a morning run if I went out at night?"

"Ah, this too - it does look like I'm a little stupid..."

He grinned and introduced himself.

"Hufflepuff sixth year, Shel Beard."

"First year Ravenclaw, Andrew Taylor."

"See you then - it looks like you don't have to worry about knowing what happened before breakfast."

The opponent waved his arm, increased his speed, and soon pulled Andrew down a distance - the height advantage is like this.

"The ruthless melon-eating crowd," Andrew adjusted his speed and commented to the other party. Then he continued his exercise without thinking about what he was destined to know at the dinner table.

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There is no doubt that he was right to concentrate on running. During breakfast, the events of last night had spread everywhere - there was a battle in the castle, Professor Quirrell disappeared, and Snape blocked the Gryffindor lounge with his personal vendetta. Not only did he score thirty points in one night, but he also threw Harry on the ground in front of his office...

'If nothing else, why would Snape leave Harry on the floor of his office?'

Andrew was very confused, but the Gryffindors swore that this was to catch Harry and punish him in public. If Harry's roommate hadn't bravely called Professor McGonagall, Harry would have spent the night on the floor.

'There is too much false news and the truth has been covered up...'

Andrew listened for a while and finally chose to give up analyzing the specifics.

The news he can confirm now is: Professor Quirrell has disappeared, the office is said to have been completely destroyed, and it was not repaired until the morning. There seems to be an accident on Harry's side...

‘It’s too efficient... Even after the battle, can he still develop as I know him to be? ’

Although he hoped that Dumbledore could directly crush Mr. Noseless last night, he knew that this was impossible because he had a little knowledge of magic. Under the protection of the ultimate power of black magic, the other party would only be destroyed. Infinitely weakened - there are two Horcruxes in the castle alone, what should I use to kill them?

‘If possible, we could expose the locations of all the Horcruxes at once and wait for Dumbledore to kill Voldemort… but unfortunately we can’t. ’

Andrew shook his head. The fact that Harry was the last Horcrux made him unable to speak.

He was not sure how Dumbledore would react after he told this story—he had been in the wizarding world for too short a time and was not that familiar with Dumbledore.

And Snape’s personality made him not believe what he heard—the damn speedrun commentator actually said that Snape had a good personality and a good reputation and was suitable as a love partner. Andrew was even laughed at by his roommate for this statement.

Sometimes he even wanted to pull the other party out and give him a good potion class, to let the other party see how the so-called good-tempered and well-reputed professor taught and how he had a good reputation, and then let the other party see the professor’s hair that had never been clean in the mouths of students! ! !

"Unless Voldemort reappears, I won't tell you about this until I can master the ancient magic and save Harry's soul..."

If you can't tell one thing, then you can't tell them all, otherwise it will only alert the enemy - he admitted that he was a little twisted, but he couldn't make up his mind to put Harry's life on the line.

You can't just lie and say that everything will be fine just because the other party is the so-called savior...

'Anyway, Mr. Nosse's departure makes the school a lot safer. '

He shook his head and began to plan his study schedule for the next period of time - Harry's heart was finally at ease since he almost fell off the broom.