HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Night falls.

A girl wearing a Slytherin green robe with a prefect badge on her chest was walking in the almost deserted corridor.

As a prefect, Lycoris can patrol at night, just like Percy Weasley once - he even went to patrol the Slytherin college living area alone in order to catch the secret room murderer - and therefore encountered Harry and Ron arrived after drinking Polyjuice Potion.

The two became Goyle and Crabbe, and were questioned by Percy Weasley, the Gryffindor prefect. In the end, Draco, who came out to find his follower, took him back to the Slytherin common room, allowing Harry and Ron, who didn't know the password, to successfully break into the room and learn about the Malfoy family secret room.

Lycoris looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts office opposite, wondering when Potter would come out.

It wasn't that he was looking for anything, just to see what Dolores Umbridge would torture him to.

Lycoris wouldn't save him, she needed Potter's hatred for Dolores Umbridge.

If Potter didn't hate her, how could he have a chance to found Dumbledore's Army?

This is the greatest thing he has done since taking on the title of "Savior", and it has won the hearts of the people.

Lycoris rested her elbows on the corridor handrail, peering down at Dolores Umbridge's office.

Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Harry painfully wrote, "I must not lie" over and over again, and the hatred in his heart for the woman in front of him intensified.

Porter wrote expressionlessly, and the pain in his arm made him feel more awake.

After entering the door, Harry immediately expressed to Umbridge his request to participate in the Gryffindor Quidditch player selection on Friday.

She decisively refused. Dolores Umbridge wished that the boy in front of her would suffer a little more.

She was about to cause him physical pain, and the thought of this made her happy.

Now, rejecting his request to have Friday off, even with a penalty, would cause him inner pain.

This is so wonderful.

Only the pain in his heart can let him know that he cannot bear the consequences of disobeying me.

Dolores Umbridge smiled sweetly, "Missing your favorite activities can make you realize your mistakes and learn from them."

She watched with pleasure as Harry wrote the promise in blood, line by line "I must not lie" Umbridge.

The boy in front of her who was yelling at her in class was writing quietly and numbly. She knew how painful it was to write with this pen, and making him suffer was Umbridge's purpose.

The door opened.

Unbeknownst to Harry, the girl stopped stroking Mrs. Norris's hand.

She looked down at Harry Potter walking out with heavy steps, and he covered his right hand.

Harry turned the corner and ran away quickly, his disgust for Dolores Umbridge reaching its peak.

Licolis watched as a person walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office again, and the woman's high heels made a "tap-tat-tat" sound on the ground.

The pace is brisk and he sounds like he is in a good mood.

"Let's go on patrol." Licoris picked up Mrs. Lorris who was standing on the railing of the corridor, hugged her and walked in the other direction.

After watching Mr. Potter’s excitement, there is another excitement.

If Mr. Potter's excitement is related to his own plans, then the other excitement is simply watching the excitement.

In order to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a goalkeeper, some people use their prefect position to give themselves extra practice while other students are in the common room or dormitories.

"Mrs. Lorris, do you think it's fair?" Lycoris crossed the cat's front legs and whispered to herself, "Look, only the prefects have the right to patrol at night, but some people give themselves extra practice."

Lycoris watched as Weasley worked hard to get the Quaffle to fly, and then trained himself to intercept it.

She held the cat in her arms again and stroked its back, "Mrs. Lorris, I have a small favor that I need your help with. You will help me, right?"

Mrs. Lorris narrowed her eyes and called out, "Meow~~"

After secretly training with Ron Weasley, he met his brother.

"Did you know? Little Ron is secretly practicing flying." Fred Weasley told Ron's hidden secret in front of everyone in the common room.

"Our little Ron also wants to be a goalkeeper, which deserves encouragement!" George Weasley laughed and ruffled Ron's hair.

Ron's face turned red. He knew it was over when he saw his two brothers during training. Everyone must have known about it.

Yes, everyone knew, including Slytherin.

"Weasley is the only one who still wants to be a goalkeeper?" Draco picked up a croissant and said slyly, "He won't be smashed into the hole with the Quaffle, right? Hahahahaha!"