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Seeing Lin Mo holding a handful of barbecue in one hand and preparing to feast on it, with a rosy complexion, stretched eyebrows, and a fragrant body, and then thinking about her haggard face in the mirror, Kris suddenly felt suffocated.

I can't breathe in my chest.

This damn guy...

She finally realized who should be blamed for the past two weeks.

It’s this damn guy! This guy has been making himself unlucky and working against him since the Diagon Alley Market!!

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have to be so worried!

Think about it, if Lin Mo hadn't promised to take her to see the little dragon, she wouldn't have been stimulated to the point where her magic power went out of control, she wouldn't have been caught by Filch and punished to participate in labor in the Forbidden Forest, and how would she have encountered that

A scary cloaked shadow?

Moreover, if Lin Mo hadn't recklessly and unreasonably covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming, maybe the centaur would have arrived earlier, and they wouldn't have been in any danger at all. Also, if Lin Mo hadn't been so helpless

Yes, she was immediately bound by the spell of the hooded black figure, and she would not recklessly fire the Firebird Technique at him!

That way, I won't be frightened by that centaur's imaginary speculations, and won't even bother to prepare seriously for the final exam!

That’s right! It’s all this guy’s fault!

What's even more irritating is, why is this guy so relaxed and content while I'm always worried?!

When she first heard that he was being quarantined in Madam Pomfrey's treatment room and hadn't come to class for the past two weeks, Chrissy thought this guy had finally suffered retribution. He was bitten by a poisonous snake and was too troublesome to recover. She

When are you going to go to the treatment room to see that guy? Of course it's not out of worry, definitely not worry, definitely not worry, but to laugh at how unlucky he is finally.

But that doesn’t seem to be the case now!

This damn guy's face looks like he's been poisoned and injured?!

Who is the victim compared to myself?

Why why why why why why?

"Miss Malfoy?" Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Professor Xicklea wasn't here to grab something to eat.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen Dracris in two weeks, and I don't know how much impact the incident in the Forbidden Forest had on her. Look how haggard this naughty kid is. In comparison, even Harry

They look much more energetic.

That night at the Centaur's Star Ring Holy Land, this naughty kid was able to muster up the courage to cast a spell and attack in front of the Dark Lord instead of screaming and leaving him and Harry to run away, which made Lin Mo feel quite changed, although she certainly could not have thought of that at the time.

The connection between the hooded shadow and the Dark Lord is already rare.

However, he soon realized that something was wrong, because Chrissy was staring at him angrily, and for some reason, she was becoming angrier at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the few strands of blond hair hanging on her forehead were all gone.

The ground stood up.

"Ahem, are you here for a midnight snack too?" Lin Mo asked quickly in an attempt to distract the other party's attention.

He is holding a lot of skewers in both hands now. If the other party gets impulsive and suddenly attacks and throws a curse at him, it would be a small thing to be hit by the spell before he can pull out his wand to resist. It would be a big sin to waste the fruits of Luoluo's labor.

.

"I won't eat midnight snacks at this time!" Chris said through gritted teeth, "Where did you steal it from?"

"Kitchen." Lin Mo pointed at the huge fruit painting hanging on the wall with a skewer in his left hand:

"Another point that needs to be clarified is that I am not stealing food, but taking food from the kitchen openly. The school does not explicitly prohibit this behavior, and the meals must meet the nutritional needs of the students."

"Is this the entrance to the kitchen?"

"Yes." In line with the principle of not eating alone, Lin Mo took out two skewers of barbecued meat sprinkled with salt and pepper and handed them to Kris: "Tub?"

Kris's breath was stagnant, and her throat seemed to move when she smelled the fragrance, but she finally suppressed it: "What supplements are there! Don't try to bribe me with this kind of inferior food, you should be a damn law thief, a serious person

I won’t have late-night snacks at this time!”

"Oh, yes, then I'm glad I'm not a serious person." Lin Mo was neither angry nor polite. He immediately took out a bunch of tender and juicy meat skewers, chewed them carefully and swallowed them, feeling the feeling in his stomach.

After a burst of satisfied feedback, he looked at the girl suspiciously: "If you're not here for a midnight snack, what are you doing here at this hour? Where is your follower, Miss Parkinson?"

"You," Kris's breath was stagnant again: "You care about me?! I was just passing by and went back to the dormitory on the way!"

"Walk here to go back to Slytherin's dormitory? Isn't this corridor a dead end?"

"How do I know this road is impassable! I've never been here before! Who is as skilled as you in stealing food?"

"Huh?" Lin Mo seemed to understand something: "Is it possible... that you are following me?"

"Who would follow you!!!" Chris suddenly exploded: "I, I saw that you were acting suspiciously! You sneaked around and didn't return to the treatment room before the curfew, so I followed you down to see what you want to do.

What!"

"Oh, so you're still following me."

"I'll say it again! I doubted you! I doubted you!!" Dracris screamed and pulled out her wand: "It's all your fault! You damn magic thief, you have to be responsible for me!"

"Pfft, cough, cough, cough, cough!" Lin Mo almost didn't recover at this moment:

"Miss Malfoy, don't talk nonsense. We have to make it clear. What, what do you mean I have to be responsible for you?"

Chrissy seemed to realize that her words just now were inappropriate, a blush appeared on her haggard and pale cheeks, and she changed the topic stumblingly: "Anyway, if it weren't for me, I wouldn't have been punished to work in the Forbidden Forest! It was all you.

Damn it! So you have to answer my question honestly. I heard that special investigators from the Wizards Alliance came to see you. Have they caught the murderer of the unicorn hunt? "

"Wouldn't it be more convenient to ask your father, Mr. Lucius, for this information? Didn't he tell you?"

"No...I'm asking you now!" Chris raised her wand.

"Well, they didn't catch the murderer, and there probably won't be any clues for a while."

"Then... have you told them about the centaur's guess?"

Hearing this, Lin Mo finally understood. No wonder this naughty kid behaved so abnormally and looked haggard. It turned out to be because of Firenze's hint: "If I told the investigator that the murderer who hunted and killed the unicorn might be a gangster,

If the devil says that, she will definitely lock me up as a lunatic, so no, I don’t recommend that you tell others about Mr. Firenze’s guess.”

"Why, why do you call that man the Dark Lord? You are obviously a magic thief!" Chris asked in surprise.