On a rare Friday afternoon, Vio walked out into the courtyard with a book and sat down under a beech tree outside the venue. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She wanted to bask in the sun quietly, but Halloween was accompanied by plummeting temperatures and increasingly pale daylight.

After sitting under the beech tree for a while, Vio had to tighten her robe, and she finally couldn't concentrate on reading the "Medieval Fun Spells" in her hand, so she closed the book and stood up.

A group of Hufflepuff students passed by her, one of the boys with quiet eyebrows and eyes looked at her for a long time, Vio looked back at him curiously, but the other party quickly turned his head, Vio felt inexplicable, she glanced intently at the nameplate on the boy's robe, but the nameplate only flashed, and quickly disappeared into the large group of students with the boy.

Soon she was back in the Slytherin common room, which was warmed by the roaring fire.

The couch in front of the huge fire was crowded with people, everyone tacitly sharing the closest place to the fire, only Draco still occupied a wide single couch, with a natural demeanor.

Vio tried not to make any noise, and quietly walked through the foyer towards the portrait of Salecha, in fact she didn't have to—the news of being deducted fifty points in the auditorium had spread throughout the school, and the students in the auditorium had witnessed what had happened, while the students outside the auditorium could see a large piece of emerald flying back to the upper floors in the emerald hourglass, which symbolized the Slytherin house score, and their house's score was much lower.

The Slytherin students had gone from their indignation when they first learned the news to their indifference not wanting to admit that they knew her, and certainly not caring where she was or whether she had returned to their dorms.

Even Draco seemed to be very angry, but it was probably something else that made him angry: he never knew why he had provoked Vio, could it be that she didn't want to promise herself last night?

Then why did she get up so early, which time before she didn't appear in the lounge in a panic when it wasn't half past seven, but it was rare that she appeared at seven o'clock today, causing him to misunderstand.

Exhausted, Vio threw herself on her bed and tore off the dark green velvet curtain that hung from the pillars, she probably hadn't experienced as much in her life as she had done in the day—two strange mirrors in the morning, no-shows, skipping classes, being fined and confined to life.

The next day, Saturday morning, Vio deliberately chose to leave the house at six o'clock, and before leaving, unsurprisingly, she "talked" to the mirror in the bathroom again—a word that must be used in mirrors.

If it was Vio herself, she would only say that she had "spoken a word", and then she was kindly reminded by the mirror that she should call it "Dear Miss Danae" instead of "you", Vio nodded, the only person in Slytherin House willing to talk to her at this time was probably only this mirror, oh no, this "Dear Miss Danae".

As she passed by the foyer of the common room, the house-elves in the school tower had not yet opened the thick green curtains, and most of the students had chosen to sleep on Saturday mornings, so the lounge was unobstructed.

Vio sped out of the foyer, and she didn't stay in the auditorium for long, probably due to the fact that she had received too much attention in the auditorium yesterday, and her pounding heart was relieved when she finally sat down on the chair with a Turkish fabric cushion set up in the library.

Mrs. Pince, the librarian, saw Vio pouting and swept the book in her hand with a feather duster, "It's rare to see you near the forbidden section, dear. I think it's necessary to tell you that you need to have a book list signed by the teacher to go to the forbidden book area. ”

Vio nodded hurriedly, hoping that Mrs. Pince would leave quickly. She tried to bury her head in the "Twentieth Century Magical Creatures Picture Book Detailed", and in doing so, it worked a little, and in the next few hours, she actually read more than half of it, which you know, it was a large tome.

"Hey, can I sit here?" Vio was reading a long sentence carefully, and a timid voice sounded next to him, it was a boy, Vio recognized him, Neville of Gryffindor House, who was at her same level.

Vio looked around, the long table was almost full, only her side was empty. "Of course, as long as you want. ”