Snakes in Hogwarts

The next morning, Andros yawned and came to the auditorium on the first floor of the castle.

Before long, Draco and Zabini also walked in with a listless look.

If it weren't for Snape's potions class in a while, they wouldn't have gotten out of bed.

They had tossed with those damn Gryffindors for half the night last night, and they were frightened and fleeing desperately. It was pretty good to be able to get up from bed today.

The three of them were sitting at the long Slytherin table, yawning one after another, and absently pulling the food on the plate.

Draco even fell asleep again in a daze. If it weren't for Andros, who had quick eyes and hands, pulled Draco, he almost fell into the cereal.

"Look at you, sneaked out last night!" Sister Farley asked amusedly when she noticed Draco's embarrassment.

"Ah~" Draco, who had just awakened from his sleep, flushed, as if he had done something bad and was discovered.

This little dragon is always so silly and even a little cute.

"No, no." Perceiving Sister Farley's sharp eyes, Draco left and changed his tone. "Yes, we went out for a while at night."

"Just slipped out for a while," he explained, a little flushed face full of guilty conscience.

"Yeah." Senior Sister Farley nodded gently.

"There is nothing we can't say. When I was your age, I was exploring the castle all the time. After all, this place has too many novel secrets for you."

"As long as you are not caught, I can't bother to care about you, but,"

Senior Sister Farley's conversation changed.

"I don't want to see you traveling too frequently at night. Likewise, I don't want to hear any of you being caught by Filch or other professors because you can't control your curiosity." She warned very seriously.

"If you cause Slytherin to be deducted points so that we end up losing the Academy Cup this year, I swear, I will teach you a lesson that will be memorable for life."

The little snakes naturally nodded their heads again and again, and then promised that they would never swim at night again. They had never seen Senior Sister Farley look so fierce.

Do you want to tell her the truth?

In fact, no matter how hard Slytherin works, he will not get the Academy Cup this year.

So Andros thought, he knew the plot, and if not surprising, Dumbledore had already given Gryffindor the thing.

How could they compete with the principal of Hogwarts?

In the original book, the latter added a few hundred points to Gryffindor casually.

If he could, he really wanted to remind Senior Sister Farley that he didn't want to see the latter put so much energy and feelings into it, but eventually got nothing.

In that case, she would definitely be very sad.

Even if I tell her the truth now, I am afraid she will not believe it.

As for night tours, to be honest, Andros doesn't really do night tours at all.

Because people's energy is limited, he can't breathe under the pressure of heavy study every day, and he is not a superman who can not eat or drink without rest.

Of course, what I mean by learning pressure is not what the professor said in the classroom.

It was the homework that Andros himself added to the library on his own initiative. He has almost read the knowledge of the second grade now, and those spells are constantly practicing.

No one's success is casual, he is not a genius, and he has no magical system or grandfather. If he wants to be a superman, he will inevitably work far beyond others.

This is fair and realistic.

The heavy pressure of study made Andros never choose to travel at night. After returning to the dormitory, he would only think about falling asleep as soon as possible.

Moreover, because of his shyness and fear of the side effects being too strong, Andros did not choose to take the energy medicine.

He didn't feel that he needed to work so hard.

"It's good if you know it in your mind, I just put the ugly words first." Senior Sister Farley nodded with satisfaction, and seemed quite satisfied with the little snakes' expressions.

"Where did you go last night?" she asked.

Hearing someone asks about the adventures of last night, Draco suddenly became energetic, but now he wished everyone knew that he had taught Harry and the red-haired idiot around him a hard lesson in a duel. A meal.

From the beginning of the duel with Potter, the lax-mouthed dragon described vividly.

He hadn't noticed that the face of Andros beside him was getting darker.

"You don't know how miserable Potter was at that time!" Draco's eyes were filled with excitement.

"Later, just as I was about to give this guy a severe lesson, the damn stinky cat that Filch raised didn't know where it came from. Then we started to run away and knocked down all the armor on the fourth floor. To the ground."

"No wonder I heard that Filch was swearing this morning." Senior Sister Farley fluffed her hair, then motioned Draco to continue with her eyes.

"How did you escape Filch's capture?" she asked with interest.

No, do you want to continue?

Looking at Draco excitedly, Andros closed his eyes in pain.

Is this guy with a long mouth just to talk about his bad things everywhere?

Draco didn't see Andros' desperate eyes.

He is talking vigorously now!

Starting from getting rid of Filch, the little dragon said that they finally entered the corridor that Dumbledore listed as a restricted area.

"Senior Sister Farley, you must have never thought of what is in the restricted area that Dumbledore has explicitly forbidden to step into!" At this point, Draco proudly sold it.

"There is a three-headed dog in there, right?"

"Ah ~ you, how did you know?"

What Draco and Andros didn't expect was that Senior Sister Farley actually knew what was inside.

"Of course I know, why, is it surprising? You don't really think that you are the first wave of little wizards to enter the corridor on the fourth floor!"

Senior Sister Farley rolled her eyes, and Andros only noticed that today she rarely wore the ponytail that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

A well-groomed, very supple, shoulder-length black hair was scattered behind her casually, and a faint fragrance came out with her shaking from time to time.

It was an inexplicable taste, it should be some kind of shampoo made with the essence of magical flowers and plants in the wizarding world.

Perhaps his adolescence came earlier, and Andros found himself very strange during this period.

Whether it was when he was studying with Hermione or when he held Pansy's little hand last night, he would always think of some weird things.

That is something that is absolutely impossible to describe in words.

Moreover, looking at the well-developed Senior Sister Farley, Andros suddenly found that a certain part of his body began to react slightly.

Don't think about it, damn, you're only eleven years old!

...

"Shortly before the school started, some senior students who were more curious than you entered the corridor."

Unfortunately, Senior Sister Farley didn't notice the dirty thoughts in Andros' heart.

"As far as I know, at least four or five waves of people have broken into it."

Seeing Draco's shocked look, Senior Sister Farley continued to make up for it with a smile.

"Don't you really think that a simple door lock can suppress the curiosity of those Gryffindors?"

Have so many students explored there?

Andros, who had recovered his senses, also looked surprised, and it was the first time he knew these things.

However, this is normal.

If it was really only Harry who had broken in, it would be a bit unreasonable.

In Andrews's memory, these little wizards who were keen on mischief were not so easily frightened by Dumbledore's words.

Not to mention others, just the two Gryffindor's live treasures, they must have been to that corridor.

In fact, this is fine, the more people who go to explore, the more reasonable it is to go to that corridor later.

Andros thought secretly.

Although it sounded disgusting to say that, he was still thinking about the saliva of that big dog!

That thing is worth more than selling oneself!

Thinking of his shriveled and ugly wallet, Andros could not wait to rush back to the corridor on the fourth floor with a few glass tubes.

No, I still need to plan carefully. I can count on this for my living expenses next semester.

"Then why have I never heard anyone talk about this?" Draco asked.

"Do you think anyone would talk at the dining table in the auditorium without scruples like you?" Senior Sister Farley rolled her eyes irritably. She now seriously doubts Xiao Long's IQ.

Why does he seem to think that he is Gryffindor mixed with Slytherin?

"After all, it is something that Dumbledore ordered and forbidden, and we can't disobey the principal's will too much."

"Furthermore, everyone was deflated in front of the three-headed dog. Although no one was hurt, no one managed to enter the trapdoor below. This may be one of the reasons why they are reluctant to talk about it."

"Has no one ever broken in below?" Draco's eyes lit up suddenly.

"No, if you have an idea, I advise you to get rid of it as soon as possible, it is not something students can deal with."

"I just want to figure out what's in there," Draco murmured.

"No matter what it has, it has nothing to do with you. I hope you can recognize this."

"You will have potions class in a while. Go to class." Without any explanation, Senior Sister Farley issued an evicting order to several people.

"Hurry up and go to class, and don't be caught by me anymore.

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