A friendly day at Hogwarts

Early on Saturday morning, Glenn arrived at the door of Professor Snape's office on time just like last year.

Old acquaintances Windsor Moriarty and Fierra Foley were standing outside the door, talking.

"Why don't you go in?"

Glenn looked at the two of them and asked.

Moriarty shrugged and knocked twice on the door.

Unexpectedly, the door did not open, and there was no sound inside. No sound came out.

Although the sound of the girl knocking on the door was not loud, if there was someone inside, it would definitely be heard clearly.

If you just use the unlocking spell to break in...

Glenn wouldn't dare to do it anyway.

The three of them discussed it and prepared to wait at the door for a while.

At this time, a figure appeared at the entrance of the corridor.

It was a girl wearing a Slytherin green school robe. She looked short from a distance, but her gait was elegant and graceful. She was obviously not a freshman.

When she got closer, Glenn saw the prefect badge on her chest.

Doesn't that mean that she is at least in fifth grade?

But...

Glenn quietly glanced at the unfamiliar prefect, who was a head shorter than Moriarty, with a strange expression.

But apart from her height, this girl's appearance is indeed in line with the goddess standard in public aesthetics.

He has an oval face, fair skin with a hint of pink, full lips, thin eyelashes, and watery eyes.

Her silky black hair was spread freely, exuding a light fragrance of shampoo.

Glenn sniffed slightly, feeling like he had some memory about shampoo.

"I just met Professor Snape on the third floor..."

The female prefect's voice is soft and calm, giving people a close and considerate feeling, not at all like the domineering Slytherins.

"He asked me to tell you that the potions improvement class this semester will be suspended for a while."

Glenn frowned slightly.

It seemed that the task of keeping an eye on Quirrell involved a lot of Professor Snape's energy. Coupled with the annoying "broke", one can imagine how bad his mood was.

"Thank you, sister!" Windsor Moriarty said sweetly.

The female prefect also gave her a warm smile.

"This is Glen Ollivander, second year Ravenclaw."

Windsor pointed at Glenn and introduced.

"This is our fifth-year Slytherin female prefect, Iris Rickman. She is a super nice person!"

"Hello." Glenn greeted her politely.

Iris also nodded slightly to him, with a slight smile on her face, which made people feel like spring breeze.

"Let's go, sister!"

Windsor had a well-behaved look on her face, and she naturally hugged Iris' slender waist and walked out.

Fierra Foley followed silently, like a little transparent person.

Glenn looked at the backs of the three people, shrugged, and called up the system map.

Quirrell was in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor.

His name is red like Peter Pettigrew, but the cursor is obviously a circle larger, as if there are two cursors overlapping.

Under his name, there is also the name of the Dark Lord.

Voldemort.

Professor Snape had left at this time and was walking up the stairs, wondering if he was going to find Dumbledore.

Glenn wanted to return directly to Ravenclaw Tower, but found a name on the underground floor that should not appear.

Roger Davis.

Could this guy have come here to spy on Pansy Parkinson?

Glenn couldn't help but sigh and walked in his direction.

Speaking of which, he is partly responsible for things developing to this point.

If it hadn't been a whim, Ravenclaw would have lost the Quidditch match, and it wouldn't have affected the final championship anyway.

Who can laugh and say that after a series of coincidences, Roger will become what he is now?

Near the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

The three of Iris walked away, and Roger, who was hiding in the shadows, stepped out and looked in the direction they left.

"What are you doing here, Roger?"

Glenn asked, tapping his shoulder from behind.

Roger didn't seem to expect that there was someone behind him. He was so frightened that he suddenly jumped forward.

He turned around and saw that the person filming him was Glenn, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing? You're being sneaky, as if you're doing something bad."

Glenn asked, frowning at his exaggerated reaction.

"nothing..."

Roger looked confused and answered hesitantly.

It could be seen that he was feeling very uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn't know who he could talk to about it.

"Don't worry, mother-in-law, just tell me if you have any questions."

Glenn deliberately showed an impatient look and tried to leave.

Roger quickly grabbed him and said, "That's right, do you remember what I told you last year, the girl with short hair who cheered me on?"

Glenn was speechless for a while.

How could you not remember?

"I have a little impression, what's the matter?"

Of course he couldn't say that it was his Metamorphmagus, so he could only answer vaguely.

"You said at first that it was my illusion, right?"

There seemed to be a little more sparkle in Roger's eyes.

Glenn nodded silently, already guessing what he was going to say next.

"You may not believe it, but I found her!"

Glenn pinched his eyebrows and asked in a surprised tone.

"Where? Slytherin?"

"Yes!" Roger looked a little excited, "I met her at the sorting ceremony!"

"Sorting ceremony? Are you sure?"

Glenn put on a helpless tone and asked again.

"I'm sure!" Roger nodded, "Pansy Parkinson! That's her!"

Glenn shook his head and patted him on the shoulder.

"I think you're delusional again, man."

"How is that possible?" Roger looked at him in disbelief, "That was the sorting ceremony, everyone saw it! It can't be that I imagined someone out of thin air, right?"

"No, no, no, you didn't understand what I meant." Glenn shook his head, "Of course Parkinson's person really exists, but he's just not the person you imagined."

"I don't understand you."

Roger looked a little unhappy.

"Let's put it this way." Glenn sighed softly, "When did you first see that girl?"

Roger glanced at him and replied, "When I played my first Quidditch match, of course!"

"Okay." Glenn nodded and continued to ask, "Where did you see her at that time?"

"In the Ravenclaw...stand..."

Roger seemed to understand something, and his tone became a little hesitant.

"Then here comes the problem."

Glenn looked directly into his eyes and said slowly.

"How could a Slytherin freshman who only participated in the Sorting Ceremony this year stand in the stands of Ravenclaw to cheer you on during last year's game?"