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When he returned to the common room, all he could do was the sound of a fire crackling and burning. It wasn't really late, but everyone was almost back in the dormitory. Only the senior students hid behind piles of books, scribbling hard, and when they got closer, they could hear the rustle of the tip of the pen across the parchment.

He didn't see Harry, Ron, or Hermione, and went straight to his bedroom. He didn't know that he had been playing with Luna for so long, roaming around the castle in search of some strange creatures.

As soon as he lay down, he almost fell asleep.

However, there are also unexpected aspects of Casto.

Lockhart told him that he was just asking Harry to write back to his admirers. But the next day, according to Harry, Lockhart was so absorbed in his glory that he had lost track of time - and if Harry hadn't heard some strange noises, he might have been writing until the next morning.

It was a creepy, breathless, cold, vicious voice.

"Come on...... Come here...... Let me tear you up...... Tear you apart...... Kill you......"

"I say, Harry," Casto sighed, sitting at the breakfast table, "you don't imitate it - you just let your breathing stop." ”

Harry let go of his throat and coughed.

Ron was smiling and laughing, which gave Hermione a blank look.

Castor was lost in thought.

A voice that Lockhart can't hear? Is the memory still so accurate? Castor had absolutely no belief that it was Harry's auditory hallucination.

It's just that if Hogwarts had this kind of murderer-

Castor's face turned odd.

He thought of Barrow the Bloody Man, and it seemed that he had not yet had a chance to get to know the poor man who had been wronged by himself.

"By the way, though we're all grateful for teaching Malfoy a lesson. But you played with Luna for a day yesterday? Is this what you call an arrangement? Ron grimaced, and asked Castor in a serious manner.

Castor was startled, but his expression did not change.

I didn't know they had found out.

"For lunch and dinner, we found that you and Luna grabbed some food and ran away," Hermione didn't sit down next to Casto today, she looked at Castow across from her with an inquiring gaze, "I think you were a little angry at the time, but if you arranged to play with girls, it would be weird—"

The three of them stared at Castor with blazing eyes.

"Say it quickly, or you'll acquiesce." Harry looked apologetic.

Casto thought it was like a negotiated agreement. In front of him, from left to right, Ron, Harry, Hermione, they all looked at him with a serious face, like three triages.

They had distracted themselves with something else first—Casto looked at Hermione, a smug look on her face.

However, he felt that Harry was really not acting well. If it's not that funny sound, it's more interesting to yourself.

It was a serious occasion, and Casto would have felt like he had gone to court if there hadn't been a milk jug, half-eaten toast, sliced bacon, and scrambled eggs on the long table between them.

Castor sighed.

"The body is not afraid of shadows." He said in Chinese.

The judges looked confused.

"You're just kids, so you're interested in these things." Casto showed them the back of his left hand and recounted what had happened yesterday.

Casto then held his head on his hands, leisurely watching their reactions.

Harry and Ron were dumbfounded, but Hermione kept her face tight.

"It's too dangerous, Casto, if it weren't for Luna running into you, your instincts would have worked again—" she said in a worried tone.

Casto thought it was a little strange. After all, on the train, Hermione didn't quite share her instincts.

Hermione seemed to react to what she had said.

"It's true, I can't deny it," she sighed, then said proudly, "I'll tell Luna that she can't always judge things by intuition and bizarre theories, it's too gullible to be deceived—"

"It's a coincidence that Luna thinks you're overly paranoid, and sometimes it's easy to take a detour," Casto said curiously, "and you both seem to care more about each other." ”

Hermione stared at Castor in disbelief. In her opinion, they should be rivals.

But she suddenly remembered the ethereal voice.

- "It's useless for you to be anxious now. Why not take a break? ”

Hermione fell into deep thought. On the other hand, Castor tells Harry and Ron about what happened on the train.

Castor suddenly remembered something.

"Alright, I need your help, Hermione-alchemy, but you'll have to learn the ancient scriptures beforehand," Casto said, "I don't dare touch alchemy alone." ”

"Also, your punishment." Castor turned his gaze to Harry and Ron, his eyes glinting with bad intentions.

.

October had arrived, and the wet chill had permeated the grounds and seeped into the castle.

A sudden flu broke out among the staff and students, leaving Madam Pomfrey the head nurse scrambling. Her pick-me-up had an immediate effect, but those who drank it would smoke in their ears for hours on end. Fred and George seemed to find it funny, puffs of steam coming out of their hair, and their heads seemed to be on fire. They grabbed Colin as he was passing by and asked him to take a picture of them.

Colin listened to Castor's advice and stopped fanatically pestering Harry and disturbing his life. Colin then turned his attention to all sorts of things worth documenting—and he gladly accepted.

These days, the chill has condensed into raindrops. The rain of bullets crackled against the windows of the castle and showed no signs of stopping. The lake was rising, the flower beds were filled with mud, and the pumpkins that Hagrid had planted were swollen to the size of a trellis. However, Oliver. Wood's enthusiasm for regular Quidditch training has not been diminished.

On a stormy Saturday evening, Harry returned from training. He was drenched and covered in mud.

Harry walked into the common room, looking happy.

At the same time, he was a little jealous of his friends who could stay by the fire.

You know, Casto was a member of the reserves, but as soon as Wood saw the results of his training and heard that he had research in alchemy and could modify broomsticks, the captain agreed to let him go.

After all, broomsticks aren't always as fast as possible, players have to consider factors such as steering, balance, climbing ability, and so on. At the same time, the broomstick is standard, but the players have their own positions and habits, and only those that suit them are the best.

Castor offered that he could debug the brooms. Even if it's just a few minor tweaks, it will allow the whole team to get the most out of the broomstick.

Instead of riding a light wheel 2001 like Slytherin, leaving behind seven faint pale green shadows, whizzing through the air like a jet.

Casto said he saw their expressions, and in general:

Where am I? What about my teammates? Who's beating me?

I can't use the power of the broomstick at all, and I can't cooperate. According to the twins, it's not as good as their original performance.

Therefore, only the top Quidditch team can control the top broomsticks.

"I'm back." Harry looked helplessly at his three friends. Castor was explaining some of the difficulties of the magic script to Hermione, and Ron—who was also dazedly flipping through a book with an expression like he wanted to eat it—had to figure out some common sense, but it was difficult for them.

The three of them looked up and sighed.

"I said, are you going to Nick's death party? Just at the time of the Halloween dinner? ”

Casto looked up again.

"Nick? Ghostly? He looked surprised, but looked expectant, "Of course! ”

"But, it sounds, we need to get some presents?" Casto pondered.