Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

The scent of tea faded away, and Morgana seemed like a different person, with a somewhat mature temperament that she shouldn't have at this age.

This temperament is hard to describe, like a high school student blending into a group of elementary school students, a bit like... Glenn himself.

Glenn stared at the girl, his heart skipping a beat.

Could this woman really be an old monster who came back from time travel?

Morgana looked at Glenn's strange eyes and frowned slightly.

"What nonsense are you thinking about?" she couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's nothing." Glenn subconsciously waved his hand and shook his head repeatedly, "Can you tell me who Patricia Rick is?"

Morgana nodded gently, gracefully.

"Before I talk, I should ask first, what do you know?" She opened her mouth, as if she didn't know where to start.

Glenn pondered for a moment and said: "I heard someone said that she once visited a medieval ruins. This morning, she seemed to have been in the Ravenclaw common room, probably looking for something."

He did not mention that he sensed Patricia's aura of dark magic with psychological implications, nor did he pretend that he had prophetic abilities.

Before Morgana's true identity was completely confirmed, he didn't want to reveal too much information about himself, even if she promised to tell him everything.

"Is this all..." Morgana bit her lip lightly, "You can guess that it's related to me based on these alone?"

"That's not true." Glenn shook his head slightly, "I noticed that when you were sorted into Gryffindor, the way she looked at you was not right. And also your reaction in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"I didn't expect you to be so observant." Morgana said thoughtfully, "Speaking of that class, could you sense anything unusual when she spoke?"

Glenn showed a recalling expression: "It seems not, I just think what she said is not quite right, as if she is deliberately leading everyone to become interested in black magic."

"Is this so..."

A flash of disappointment flashed in Morgana's eyes, but she was immediately relieved. In her opinion, it was pretty good for an 11-year-old Hogwarts freshman to achieve this step.

She continued, with deep disappointment in her brows: "Actually, the Professor Rick you see now is no longer the Patricia I knew back then."

"Why do you say that?" Glenn asked doubtfully.

"This story is a bit long, do you want to hear it?" Morgana glanced at him and asked.

Glenn nodded without hesitation.

"I am indeed an orphan, and I chose Morgana's name myself. I didn't lie to you." Morgana sighed softly, with a look of reminiscence on her face, "You probably haven't experienced that kind of experience from childhood.

As long as I can remember, I have been wandering around and living a wandering life with no fixed abode..."

It seems like a picture comes to mind.

Under the dim yellow street light, a thin and small girl huddled in the corner, avoiding the biting cold wind that was whistling by, her thin body shivering. Her sallow little face was dirty, and the old clothes that barely covered her body were covered with dirt.

It's a hole.

Glenn looked at her with complicated eyes, wanting to comfort her with words.

Morgana shook her head gently, as if she didn't care about that miserable childhood.

"I was about 6 years old when I met Patricia. Under the bridge in London, it snowed heavily that day and it was very cold. I thought I was going to die," she said softly and calmly.

, as if telling someone else’s story, “Then I saw a lot of birds flying over to surround me and help me keep warm... Now it seems that it should be the magic riot, or magic awakening that everyone is talking about.

.”

"Six years old?" Glenn was a little touched.

At that age, she was supposed to enjoy happiness under the pampering of her parents, but she could only face the problem of survival alone. If the magic power hadn't appeared in time, she might not have been able to survive that cold winter night.

"It was probably those birds that attracted Patricia. She walked across the snow and walked towards me, like a fairy." Morgana's starry eyes flickered slightly, as if she missed that moment very much, "She took me away.

, wrapped his white cloak around me, and didn’t dislike it at all.”

White cloak... fairy...

Glenn noticed something was wrong. He had never seen Patricia wearing any color other than black. She looked more like a charming succubus than a fairy.

Morgana continued: "From that day on, I have been by her side, taking adventures with her, and exploring those ruins together. She is like a sister, always so gentle, until that time..."

She stopped suddenly, as if mentioning a memory she didn't want to think of.

"That medieval ruin?" Glenn asked.

Morgana nodded slightly: "It is a small island shrouded in swamps, woods and fog. Patricia calls it the Blessed Island."

"Avalon..." Glenn whispered.

"That's right. The burial place of the legendary dark wizard Morgana Le Fay." Morgana said, the nostalgia in her eyes dissipated.

After hearing what she said, Glenn probably guessed what would happen next.

Morgana sighed slightly.

"When we broke into the island, I had a strange feeling, as if I had been there in a dream."

Her voice became deeper.

"Patricia said she seemed to feel a strong aura of black magic. I only saw something floating from the lake, but I don't remember anything."

Glenn nodded slightly and asked: "Could it be that... although Merlin defeated Morgana, he failed to completely kill her and just sealed her on Avalon Island?"

"Maybe..." Morgana looked gloomy, "When I woke up again, we had left there, all the other curse breakers in the team were gone, and Patricia seemed to have completely changed.

It’s the same as an individual.”

Glenn suddenly realized that the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had indeed experienced such an obvious change due to an unknown accident during his exploration of the ruins.

Morgana showed an expression that sounded like she was annoyed: "If I hadn't insisted on exploring the ruins together, maybe she wouldn't have become what she is now..."

Glenn patted her shoulder gently and whispered a few words of comfort. Morgana smiled lightly at him, with a look of gratitude on her face.

"From that day on, she was no longer as sunny and happy as before. She always made me feel gloomy, and her clothes became more and more coquettish." Morgana continued, "I can feel the way she looks at me.

Something doesn't feel right, it's not the kind of relationship between relatives, it's more like looking at a very precious treasure..."

Glenn's pupils shrank, as if he felt something.