Glory To Slytherin

The slightly dim light illuminates the Slytherin common room. Everyone's face turns green with the ups and downs of the light, but their expressions are invariably grief and fear.

After they witnessed Charles Nott’s tragic situation, they were led by Gemma Farley back to the common room, waiting for the dean to bring them definite news.

After Professor Snape said the general content coldly, there was a hairy silence in the lounge.

"Stripping the soul...what is the purpose?"

Chief Farley frowned and asked calmly.

"do not know."

Professor Snape shook his head, his eyes swept across each student’s face, his thin lips opened and closed, “I just want to remind you, if you don’t want to die, don’t act alone. If you have the idea of ​​violating the curfew, maybe the next day You can see him lying in a corner of the castle like a sculpture. Now, all go back to sleep."

The students looked at each other, discussed in a low voice, and returned to the dormitory together.

Gerrard was shocked and yelled as soon as he entered the dormitory door:

"Damn it, why is someone petrified again? I wanted to go to a bathroom, and almost shouted out when I saw the situation inside..."

"That's really a shame, I kind of want to see Gerald screaming like a little girl, that must be very interesting."

Anderson patted him on the shoulder and said with a grin.

Gerald slapped his hand away angrily, and said a little fearfully:

"Why was it a Slytherin who was attacked... Wasn't the Clive last time Ravenclaw's..."

"It doesn't have to be the college you belong to."

Anderson shrugged and sat in a chair with a sip of steaming coffee from the house elf.

"Ulysses, say something, Ulysses, what do you think?"

Gerrard watched Ulysses go to bed and put on the quilt like nothing happened, eager to hear his opinion.

"Don't look very much."

Ulysses smiled. "If the attacker hits me on the head, I can't ask for it."

"Yes, you are so strong, you are definitely not afraid... Traverse hasn't come back for so long, wouldn't it be petrified in a corner that no one found?"

Gerald didn't even bother to read the book, mumbled and climbed into the bed, suddenly remembering something, straightened up like a corpse, and said in horror.

"Probably."

Anderson said with a serious face. Ulysses glanced at him, but said nothing.

"To be honest, should we give the dean a report... His condition is really worrying. I had an ominous premonition when he started studying black magic since he entered the first grade..."

Gerald was worried.

"There is another possibility...this is what Traverse did..."

After drinking half a cup of coffee, Anderson said with a thoughtful expression, guessing.

When Gerrard finished listening, his eyes widened in amazement, with a look of disbelief.

Ulysses almost laughed. He turned over, the corners of his mouth slightly raised silently, and the Mental Energy field covered the entire dormitory in secret.

In the auditorium early the next morning, most of the students stared at two dark circles under the eyes, obviously not sleeping well all night.

After another attacked person appeared, a tense atmosphere emerged. Everyone was sitting in danger, as if they were facing an enemy, even the hearty breakfast lost its appeal.

The owls flew in from the windows as usual, and the letters and packages were thrown down.

And there was a letter floating directly in the air, and it opened automatically, revealing the blood-red letter paper inside, and let out a deafening roar:

"Dumbledore! My son was seriously injured in your school! How did you become the principal! If my son cannot return to the family safely, I will make you pay!"

The dust on the ceiling seemed to be shaken down by this huge decibel.

Everyone turned their attention to Dumbledore on the professor's seat for the first time.

Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows wearily, and when the roaring letter had finished its roar, with a light stroke of his right hand, the red letter fell quietly in front of him.

"I hope this letter will make you feel more critical about the current situation."

His voice was low, but it could reach everyone's ears accurately.

Seeing that the greatest white wizards of our time showed such fatigue, many students felt nervous.

Ulysses gave Dumbledore a strange look and muttered to himself.

It stands to reason that this level of trouble shouldn't make Dumbledore exhausted? It may be a small problem, but Dumbledore has come here for so many years and hasn't seen any big winds and waves?

So he is... concealing?

Ulysses did not say anything, keeping this guess in his heart. After breakfast, he followed the third-grade troops to the potions classroom.

The atmosphere in the underground classroom was a bit more serious than usual. Professor Snape was cold from the beginning. It seemed that the students in his college were attacked and he was very angry.

He stood on the podium, and after naming the names as usual, he said dullly:

"In this class, I will teach you how to make enhancers. I hope that it will give you a certain degree of resistance in emergencies."

"Open your textbook, although I have talked about its obsolescence and errors many times, but at least the description of the enhancer is still qualified. See clearly the potion materials needed for the enhancer..."

The enhancer is a bit like the stimulant in the Muggle world. After drinking it, it can increase the activity and strength of the magic power in a short time, and make the power of the spell to a higher level, and even the physical strength will be slightly strengthened.

The price is that there will be a few days of weakness after use.

Ulysses was focusing on deploying own enhancer, but his right arm was lightly poked. He turned his head to look, Millie Burst approached cautiously, and whispered:

"Ulysses, I have a question for you."

"Say it."

Ulysses raised his chin slightly, his eyes still fixed on the crucible.

"This incident... wasn't that big snake did it, right?"

Ulysses paused for a moment and said softly:

"Indeed not. How did you find it?"

Millie shook her head and said in a daze:

"There is a hunch..."

Ulysses thought for a while, and said with relief:

"Don't worry, as long as you do what the professors say, there won't be too much danger."

Millie nodded slightly and returned to her seat.

Ulysses didn't take this episode to heart, the cauldron in front of him kept bubbling hot bubbles, and a pot of enhancer had become perfect.

However, Ulysses soon discovered that Millie's premonition was not groundless.

After solving the lunch, Ulysses returned to the Slytherin cellar and opened the Inner Sect leading to the dormitory. He heard a scream from the girl next door.

With a heartbeat, Ulysses immediately returned to the lounge and saw several girls in the passage staggering out carrying a body, although the expression on his face seemed likely to cry.

With panic and shock on her face, Millie was placed on the ground, motionless.

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