HP Dawn Night

We met Astoria Greengrass and Theodore Knott in the foyer, it's strange that they came back so late, I thought a girl like little Greengrass would be more restrained, now it seems Not at all.

We went back to the lounge after meeting up with Pansy and Blaise, who both expressed curiosity about Draco and I's uneasiness, but didn't press - in fact, it would be very distressing for us if they did. , Dumbledore didn't say whether we have to keep Professor Lupine's secret. Relatively, I also doubt whether Dad will secretly tell about the werewolf. As far as his style is concerned, I think it is entirely possible.

At breakfast the next day, Professor Lupine was absent.When we sat down at the long Slytherin table, Crabbe and Goyle stalked over to talk to Draco.

"Have you heard, Draco?" Crabbe said mysteriously.

"What?" Draco replied in mock confusion.I quietly smeared the ketchup on the scrambled eggs, while pretending to be curious, Gore looked at me strangely:

"Don't you know that too, Snape?"

"What?" I pretended I didn't know anything about the rumors that spread this morning, and looked blankly at Pansy, who showed a completely genuine puzzled expression.

"Lupine is a werewolf! He ran onto the field last night!" Crabbe said excitedly, "Dumbledore actually let a werewolf be our professor!"

"He's probably quit, maybe packing now!" Goyle said cheerfully, Pansy gave a dry laugh, and I thought she needed some time to calm down.Blaise looked at Draco sharply:

"Why don't you react to this, huh?"

"..."

Fortunately, his father appeared in time to save Draco.

"Fine, I think you've all heard the fascinating news." He looked at us lazily and said in an exceptionally smooth voice, "I'm also glad you didn't get involved at all, or I might have had to write Let those nosy people go home and learn a lesson." I don't know if it was my illusion, but Dad's eyes were not on the Gryffindor Triangle, I was sure he was on Draco and me.

I tried my best to look like I didn't know anything.

"Enjoy your summer vacation, but don't forget to bring your brains back with you when school starts." Dad handed out a notice to ban magic. I looked around, and it seemed that the students in every college already knew about Professor Lupine. I don't think it will be long before Dumbledore's office is flooded with letters from owls.It's hard to say whether I'm sad or not, Professor Lupine is by far the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher I've ever met, but in some ways, it's hard for me to feel more empathy and closeness to him.

The sky is clean and clear without a cloud, and today is another sunny day.After breakfast, we can pack our luggage, wait for the report card, and talk about other things by the way, such as——

"Did you know that Sirius Black escaped?"

This explosive news quickly swept through Hogwarts. I heard at least five different versions within a week, but my intuition told me that none of them were true.

"Are you that sure?" Pansy questioned.But Draco agrees with me:

"I'll bet you my wand, Pancy, none of it is true."

Blaise said in a firm tone, "There must be something hidden between the two of you." He said to Draco and me, "It's been like that since the dinner that day."

Draco and I exchanged glances, and we didn't actually hide much from Pansy and Blaise, except for one thing.

"Draco and I stumbled upon Potter's little secret."

"Or half a little secret."

"About what?" Pansy asked with interest.

"Remember Hogsmeade Potter's big head? I think I know part of why," I said.Blaise raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"you mean--?"

"We accidentally discovered that Potter seems to have a magical map, which contains all the secret passages of Hogwarts. Although Filch has discovered most of them, there may be a secret passage that is directly related to Hogwarts. To Hogsmeade." I continued in one breath.

That's just my guess.I don't think Professor Lupine would draw such a map, so the most likely situation is that its owner is Potter, and it was transferred to Professor Lupine's desk for various reasons. There's the Gryffindor Triangle, isn't there?

"Oh, but that still doesn't explain what happened to Potter's head," Pansy said disappointedly.

"Actually, if we venture to speculate, now that Potter has a magical map, maybe he has one more thing that can help him pull off that prank."

"A prank? You call that a prank?"

I glanced at Pansy. "Uh...what else?"

"Conspiracy!" she said seriously, "That's an out-and-out conspiracy!"

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Oh no, it's my fault... This chapter is not the end of the third grade QAQ