As they ran to a fountain outside the courtyard, and as they sat on the marble fence next to the fountain panting, Vio saw a young man walking down a path with Professor Snape with a strange colorful scarf on his head. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Their direction was the Forbidden Forest, and Vio quickly remembered that the young man was their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Quirrell, and that he had been wearing an Arabesque-style turban for almost two months, and if it wasn't for his habit of collecting a dozen of the same scarves, then he had a habit of trolls not bathing.

Either way, it doesn't seem to be good news.

Besides, Vio knew that the back of his head had been donated for free to an adversary - the man who killed Harry's parents and caused the biggest panic ever, Lord Voldemort.

"What are you looking at?" the Hufflepuff boy followed Vio's gaze curiously, only to see Quirrell's dazzling colorful Indian robes flashing against the grass. "Ah, it's Professor Quirrell. Do you enjoy Defence Against the Dark Arts class?"

Vio came back to his senses, "It's okay. ”

"You're special, the girls in our class are more interested in his clothes and hat and being hunted by vampires for years. ”

The Hufflepuff boys seemed to think they had seized the opportunity to talk, and introduced them with interest. "It is said that his hat is stuffed with garlic to banish vampires. ”

Vio smiled absentmindedly, she didn't believe garlic or anything like that, if anyone dared to lift the scarf that Quirrell had wrapped around his head, they would immediately find a devil's face on the back of his head - from this point of view, Voldemort was quite able to bend and stretch.

After all, in order to reduce the chance of being discovered, he needs to cling to a stinky, garlic-smelling square scarf every day, which is really unimaginable.

"Well, since we've been kicked out together by Mrs. Pince," the boy suddenly remembered something, and said to Vio with a smile, "I mean—and we're in trouble together, so shouldn't we get to know each other?"

"My name is Virgo Centaurea. Vio watched the boy curl the corners of his lips in a friendly manner, and said in a relaxed tone: "You can call me Vio." By the way, I'm a Slytherin. ”

"I know. The boy frowned, and his tone was serious, "I knew you were pure-bloods—nobles," he said with a reluctant expression, as if someone had forcibly shoved him into a goblin.

"But, as Professor Sprout (then the Hufflepuff House) said, there is no chasm that cannot be solved by a good meal, and if there is, I am willing to make it for you a few more times-"

He paused for a moment, realizing that he had said too much, and his fair face was dyed a faint crimson, "I don't think I have introduced myself yet, my name is Lynne Will, Hufflepuff third-year. ”

"Hmm, do you mean that your academy will have a separate kitchen?" Vio was a little surprised, which was really tempting for her who had barely made it to breakfast in the auditorium.

Linnaeus looked at her with a gentle smile, "Of course not, but we have a secret - just get on good terms with the house-elves in the kitchen next door to the common room, and the fat friar, who occasionally leads us to a cooking party." By the way, after this Halloween, we will have a "100 ways to cook tulips and kakaguo" party, and you can invite people from other houses, do you want to come?"

"Great!" said Vio, who was so happy that she hadn't been to any of these parties yet, "of course, I'd go." She struggled to make up for a little reserve, which only made Linnaeus smile even deeper.

His citrine eyes sparkled.

"Well, then—I'm going to look for you then? Are you going to be late for your appointment?"

"Oh yes!" Vio remembered, Harry and Ron were still in the playground waiting to show her something. She sprang up and ran away, waving back to Linnaeus as she walked out of the laurel arch of the courtyard, where he stood and looked at her with a smile.

It's a new friend!, Vio, rejoicing, was finally reinvigorated from her unpopular self-doubt in Slytherin.