Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

A chill ran down Patricia's spine, and she secretly cursed herself for being careless. She didn't expect that someone would stay in the Ravenclaw common room specifically at midnight after Christmas.

She was surprised but not panicked. She was guessing whether the person who greeted him was a friend or foe, and she was looking for a hiding place.

The black cloak flashed, and the figure as light as a civet cat instantly disappeared into the darkness behind the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw.

Patricia held her breath, her clothes fluttered, and the wand in her hand silently pointed in the direction of the sound.

Sitting in an armchair near the fire, Glenn, disguised as Robert Hilliard, jumped upright like a zombie in a Uncle British movie.

"Congratulations! I'm Prefect Robert Hilliard!"

He was like an actor on stage, bowing slightly and performing a standard aristocratic etiquette towards the statue.

Hiding behind the statue, Patricia tried hard to search her memory, and finally remembered this fourth-grade student, and became even more confused.

In her impression, although this student with good grades was not a prefect, and had almost nothing to do with her plan to find the book collection.

At this time, Glenn continued to speak in front of the fire, his tone seemed to be giving a very formal speech.

"Our college emblem is an eagle, soaring high at the peak that no one can reach... Other colleges are not lucky enough to enjoy this beauty."

Patricia seemed to understand something and frowned, showing a slightly strange look.

This kid...could he be...

Sleepwalking...

In fact, just as she guessed, Glenn was putting on a great show, pretending to be Robert Hilliard, who was dreaming of becoming a prefect and was sleepwalking.

"I don't mean to be exaggerated, here are the smartest people..." He continued his speech.

With a helpless look on her face, Patricia stepped out of the shadows carefully and continued to observe the details of the statue.

Glenn, who was peeking with squinted eyes, felt nervous when he saw that she had no intention of leaving.

"That classmate!" He gritted his teeth and said loudly, "Please don't move around when I'm delivering my speech. Thank you for your cooperation!"

Patricia's hand holding the wand froze, and she wished she could gnaw on the big melon with her backhand and send this sweet-dreaming brat to lie down on the bed and be buried in a coffin.

At this moment, she was in a dilemma. She was worried that the movement of the student in front of her would attract the little wizard upstairs, but she also didn't dare to actually kill him.

In order to avoid causing trouble, she gritted her teeth bitterly, turned around and pointed her wand at Glenn.

Glenn felt nervous.

Why doesn’t this woman play by the rules?!

If you were a normal person, shouldn't you sneak away quietly as soon as you react?

He quickly grasped the rosewood wand at his waist and was ready to run away at any time. A feeling of nervousness surged into his heart. Facing such a master of black magic, what student could not be nervous?

While he was thinking in his mind, a red light emerged from the tip of Patricia's staff and flew towards him.

Good guy! Silent curse! Are you talking about martial ethics anymore?

Glenn cursed inwardly, but at the same time he felt slightly relieved.

The opponent didn't seem to use all his strength in this stun spell. Although the red light was fast, it was not unstoppable.

"Armor protection!"

He shouted, summoned an iron armor spell to block it in front of him, and moved his body to the side to prevent the iron armor spell from being broken.

"Who! How dare you attack the prefect?!"

While dodging away, he shouted like a bell, trying to wake up the little wizards sleeping upstairs.

The skilled-level iron armor spell lived up to his expectations. The red light hit the invisible obstacle and bounced away instantly.

There was a crisp sound, a nearby window was shattered, and cold wind howled into the lounge.

Patricia didn't react for a moment, she stared at Glenn's set of combos in stunned silence, feeling cold in her heart.

There were several sounds of doors opening upstairs, and the little wizards who were awakened might appear at the stairs at any time.

The plan succeeded, and Glenn breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Flash's trump card was saved for the time being.

He pretended to be waking up from a big dream and ran towards the stairs, knocking down many tables, chairs and benches along the way. He screamed in an altered tone: "Help! A dark wizard has broken into the lounge.

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Patricia's eyes turned cold. With her intelligence, she couldn't tell that this guy was acting.

At this time, she already hated the person in front of her. After this farce, not only did today's plan go to waste, but she might not be able to approach the Ravenclaw lounge again for a long time.

What's more serious is that this Robert Hilliard probably already knows his secret, otherwise it would be impossible for him to appear at the right time and place by such a coincidence.

If this person is not removed, there may be big problems.

She gritted her teeth and raised her wand again.

A green light lit up and penetrated the dark room.

The killing curse! And it’s a silent killing curse!

Glenn, who had almost fled to the stairs, suddenly felt cold, and the hairs all over his body suddenly exploded. It was a sense of crisis that he had never experienced before.

Danger!

Danger!

Danger!

He had no time to turn around, let alone have the slightest idea of ​​using the Iron Armor Curse.

There is only one idea left in my mind.

Can't stop it...

Seeing the green light approaching in an instant, Patricia raised the corners of her mouth, showing a cruel smile, turned around confidently, and planned to leave before other little wizards rushed down.

"Hey~"

A golden light flashed, and her smile instantly solidified on her face.

The soul that was about to die under the green light...

Just like that, it disappeared into thin air.

The green light shot straight through the afterimage and hit the wall hard, leaving a black mark and debris on the floor.

There were messy footsteps on the stairs. Patricia stamped her feet fiercely, covered her face with her sleeves, and turned around helplessly to escape from the door.

It would be really troublesome if the students saw that this dark wizard who was trying to kill someone was actually their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

...

In the dormitory upstairs, Glenn, whose legs were weak, sat down on his bed, breathing heavily.

This feeling of being on a thin line between life and death is really overwhelming.

If it hadn't been for the flash of the limit just now, I'm afraid he would be a cold corpse now.

"Are you still looking down on the world..."

Glenn calmed down his pounding heartbeat and looked at the wand in his hand with complicated eyes.

At the moment when the green light flashed, he seemed to really see the God of Death holding a sickle and smiling at him.

He let his body lie down on the bed and began to reflect on the series of developments and choices made tonight, summarizing his mistakes.

There is no doubt that he miscalculated a dark wizard's first reaction to an unexpected situation, which was also the beginning of a series of crises.

They are not ordinary people, so how can they guess with ordinary people's thinking...