So Xiao Ao finally remembered, let's scatter flowers to celebrate

Xiao Ao and V Da reunion has entered the countdown, which almost made me write to death

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Wand 5 (upright): Hidden desires.

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Hogwarts Potions Professor's Office

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Struggling to sit up, Opal was temporarily unable to react due to what he had encountered in the dream, and after a moment of froze, he realized that he had returned to reality.

"Are you awake? Miss Opal. ”

A cold, sarcastic voice reached Opal's ears, and she finally recovered from her trance.

So he hurriedly got down from the sofa where he was lying, and Opal lowered his eyebrows and looked like a "good baby": "I'm sorry Dean Snape, I'm asleep." ”

"Are you complaining about the effects of the potions I made?"

For some reason, seeing Opal's well-behaved appearance, Snape instantly thought of a certain silver young beast in the Forbidden Forest, so he waved away the row of black lines behind his head without a trace.

“……”

Opar, who also instantly judged that someone seemed to be in a bad mood at the moment, immediately closed his mouth very obediently and continued to maintain his well-behaved appearance of "letting his hair fall".

Silent.

"From tomorrow, come to my office in the evening during self-study, and you will need to perform a half-month of labor service for the impulse of the stupid lion that suddenly appeared in your empty head."

Lowering his head and continuing to correct the assignment that belonged to Hermione, Snape hesitated for a moment and wrote a "P" at the end.

"Half a month?!"

Opal was a little stunned - in fact, according to her guess, there should be only one week of punishment at most, right?

After all, it's almost Christmas, isn't it?

However, Opal's stunned eyes were exchanged for a slanted glance from Snape's half-raised eyes: "I don't mind delaying it until a month." Forget it for now, and report to me every day from now until Christmas Eve. You know what? ”

Although there was a magical outburst, it was clear that the child's kind nature had led her to not take a heavy hand on the Slytherin students who were in the combat training room at the time. The most seriously injured student was also to blame, and he could be discharged alive after only three days in the medical wing.

However, it cannot be ruled out that there are still some students who hold grudges during this time secretly making bad things - after all, magic rampage is not a normal state of battle, even if Opal even wins the sixth grader, but the position of the "head of the grade" in the first year is still unstable for her.

Although his godson Draco had approached him alone and said that he would take care of the matter this time, it would take some time for Draco to start working immediately. Therefore, it would be more appropriate to put this child under your nose during this time.

It just so happens that Opal's kid has a very good talent for potions, and it will be easier to deal with the potions he wants to configure with a single guide.

"Yes."

After a pause, a moment, and a moment of solidity, Opal replied with a serious face.

“…… . ”

Pursing his lips, Snape easily let down the smile that had flooded with him because he remembered the silver cub with whom he liked to play with him the "humbly accept death without repentance".

Opar, who had been pardoned, immediately bowed and slipped out of Snape's office.

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Hogwarts Slytherin common room

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The students who can enter Slytherin are basically the children of noble wizards who can prove their pedigree, but even among the nobles, there are many children with a rebellious mentality, even on Christmas Eve, who are reluctant to go back - which indirectly leads to the fact that the Slytherin House itself holds its own Christmas party is probably the grandest and most gorgeous of the four houses.

But for someone who is thinking about their own thoughts, no amount of grand and gorgeous party can attract her attention.

"How do you feel like you're absent-minded? Don't you think it's fun? ”

Draco, who had finally gotten out of the dance and only grabbed Opal's first dance, looked at Opal with some depression - why was it this "I'm very irritable, depressed, bored, and unhappy" expression again.

[Ah, no.] The evening was a lot of fun. ]

Opal hurriedly shook his head and said no, after all, tonight's party was really interesting, [for my personal reasons.] ]

That's right...... It's her personal reason.

Raising a hand and pressing it to his heart, Opal looked at the juice in his hand, his eyes full of doubt.

I always feel that she and the excitement are two different worlds - in fact, she still prefers quiet compared to the excitement.

Quietly, she and .......

As long as there are two people, it is the whole world.

[Huh?] ]

"What's wrong?"

Looking at Opal who was still thinking about something one moment, but suddenly shook his body the next moment, Draco raised an eyebrow, "A preoccupied look." ”

[Nothing, just something that popped into your mind.] ]

Shaking his head to indicate that he didn't matter, Opal leaned back against the balcony railing.

"Since it's so empty, why don't you just go and dance a few more?"

[No, I'm a little uncomfortable with my clothes.] ]

Opal only smiled wryly at Draco's invitation.

This kind of dress wrapped around the body, although it looks beautiful, is really inconvenient to move - I really don't understand why so many girls like to wear such flashy clothes.

And what did she think about just now?

As long as there are two people, it's the whole world?

She, and ...... Who?

The pigeon's blood-red eyes, which stared at the empty cup in his hand, swelled with a faint confusion, but they were suppressed by the effect of magic in an instant.

Although it was already known that it was the effect of magic, it was ...... What you shouldn't have forgotten is really ...... Is that possible?

"You'll have to get used to it in the future, so it's good to get used to it now."

Smiling as he replaced the empty juice glass in Opal's hand, Draco looked Opal up and down before nodding in satisfaction. "And you're dressed beautifully like this." ”

The blue gauze spun fitted long gown made her skin as crystal clear as jade. Although the silver-white hair is only combed in the simplest style, it is more elegant because of the color like flowing moonlight.

Even if she didn't wear the same makeup as the other girls at the party, Opal was quite eye-catching throughout the party - not because she was the only plain face in the whole party, but more because of the cold aura of her body that was in harmony with the whole party.

The tranquility of being alone, the warmth and tranquility of being gentle.

No matter how noisy it is at the banquet, as long as you walk to her side, you will be able to settle down so easily from body to mind.

This can be regarded as a unique temperament belonging to Opal.

[Huh?] Me? ]

Her eyes widened in some disbelief, and Opal looked down at her clothes—well, she confessed that she really couldn't figure out how beautiful she could be wearing such a cumbersome garment that was so much an obstacle to her movement......

"So, Miss Opal."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Draco held out his hand to Opal in an inviting gesture.

[Huh?] What the? ]

Opal tilted his head in bewilderment, a hint of cunning flashed in his blood-red eyes, [Draco?] ]

"Opal, you don't play."

Knowing that someone was pretending, Draco had several black lines hanging from the back of his head.

[Huh!] ]

Sticking out his tongue, Opal reached out and put his hand on Draco's hand, [Don't worry, I haven't forgotten.] It's the finale, right? But why with you? Isn't it supposed to be me and the prefect under normal circumstances? ]

The Slytherin House Prom Opening and Closing Dance is customary led by the Head of Year and Prefect.

"This year is a special case, after all, your situation is special."

As if thinking of something, Draco's face darkened slightly, but he re-entered the dance floor with Opal, "As for the prefect of the academy...... That guy is a humanoid stamp, so you can ignore it. ”

[Oh......]

Opal nodded obediently, and then suddenly thought of something else, [Speaking of which, about the chief, thank you.] ]

In fact, the person to thank is Professor Snape, anyway, thanks to Draco and Snape, her life is quite peaceful, and there is no unnecessary interruption.

And after two or three challenges, her role as the "head of the grade" in the first grade was also decided.

"There's nothing to thank for this kind of thing."

Draco just shrugged his shoulders and glanced at her as if he had thought of something, "After all, your strength is here, but even a sixth year student can beat it, Opal, you usually have a waterproof when you fight with me, right?" ”

[Isn't that because of the power of the magic?] ]

Smiling a little wryly, Opal hurriedly diverted the topic - just kidding, if Draco knew that she hadn't even used her strength in the previous battle and was purely distracted, it would be annoying in the future.

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After the Christmas party, Draco didn't participate in the vigil because he wasn't used to the excitement, and Draco wanted to send her back to the dormitory, but because he was a child of the Malfoy family, he had to stay and entertain other classmates - after all, his father had told him that no matter how impatient he was with foreign affairs, he should not ruin the reputation of the Malfoy family.

And the more obstructive evening dress, Opal naturally changed out - after all, the ease of movement is more important to Opal than anything else.

Because it was Christmas Eve, the whole campus was unusually quiet at this time.

"Miss Opal."

The result of wandering around aimlessly was to run into Filch, who was patrolling the campus for the night, "It's time to break. ”

[Because I'm going to give Mr. Filch a Christmas present.] ]

Sticking out his tongue, Opal pulled out two vials of potions from his coat pocket, [Mr. Filch has a hard night patrol, isn't he?] The campus was very cold in the winter, so I mixed this potion to give to Mr. Filch. It's a 'cold potion', and the small one is for Lady Loris, and she should like the taste. ]

Facing Opal's gentle smile, Filch, who had taken over the delicate potion bottle, also softened a little bit: "Miss Opal, you bother, but you still have to go back to the dormitory." ”

[But now the Slytherin dorm room is noisy.] ]

Opal pursed his lips with a helpless look, [So, can I go back when I accompany you on patrol to the Slytherin quarters?] ]

"Night patrols are boring."

Filch frowned, but didn't refuse.

[It's okay, it's just right to use for food!] ]

Picking up Mrs. Loris, who was rubbing at her feet, Opal bent her eyebrows and smiled, [Good evening, Mrs. Loris, you look pretty again.] Next time, I'll bring you some beauty potion. ]

Looking at Opal, who was playing with the cat, Filch's gaze was imperceptibly soft.

Opar's background, he had heard from Headmaster Dumbledore, a natural princess who had been raised by the centaurs.

He had a completely different feeling than those in the wizarding world and the Muggle world - he had never seen Opal discriminate against anyone, even if he was a Squib. (Celestial Voice: Actually, Opal just didn't take this to heart.) ）

It's a pity that such a person actually entered Slajelin, and I don't know how long she can retain this trait.

As they walked along the quiet campus with Filch on the road leading to the library, the two heard a shrill scream coming from inside!

"Damn it!"

Filch's voice immediately changed tone, "Someone is reading a forbidden book in an incomplete open area!" Miss Opal, you go back to the dorm first, I'm going to find the professor. ”

[Huh?] ]

Opal tilted his head, "Is it okay for Mr. Filch to go alone?" ]

"Holding Mrs. Loris, when the other professors asked, they said they were going to come and return my cat."

Filch glanced at Opal, who was standing behind him obediently, and his tone was a little stiff, "Only this once, not the next one." ”

[Thank you, Mr. Filch.] ]

Looking at Filch's back, Opal touched the eyes of the cat in his arms and put it to sleep before turning around and smiling into the air, "It's a coincidence, Harry. ]

"How do you know it's me?"

Something seemed to be lifted in mid-air, and Harry's helpless face suddenly appeared in mid-air.

[It was my friend who told me.] ]

Glancing over the potted magical plants that were placed in the hallway as decorations, Opal selectively ignored Harry's "You're" gaze and said with a smile, [Speaking of which, why are you still here at such a late hour?] ]

"Are you sure you want to say it here?"

Harry looked nervously at the other end of the passage.

Opal suddenly, then lifted his foot, and seemed to have caught something in his hand: [Yes, you come with me, I know there is an abandoned classroom, not far from here.] ]

Because the invisibility cloak was captured, Harry could only obediently follow Opal.

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Hogwarts: Abandoned Storage

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[This is it...... Hey? ]

As he walked into the abandoned classroom, Opal was stunned for a moment by the unexpected "extra" furnishings.

"What's wrong?"

After closing the door, Harry, who had taken off his invisibility cloak, looked at her line of sight with some strange surprise, "Huh? Mirror? ”

[When I came here before, I hadn't seen this mirror.] ]

Opal muttered and walked over, [I can feel it without facing it head-on, what a strong magic fluctuation......]

It was a tall, gold-framed mirror with ornate ornamentation.

Hung straight up to the ceiling, placed on two claw-shaped feet, on the upper border of the mirror, a text is inscribed in ornate and flowing floral script: Ensedstraehruaytcafru Oytonwohsi.

Walking to the front of the mirror, Opal naturally looked up at the mirror, and then froze.

The image of someone is quietly formed in the mirror.

The figure seems to be shrouded in mist, and even the face is blurred.

However, it inexplicably made Opal want to get close.

Almost immediately, he turned back, but behind him was only Harry with a puzzled look on his face - and there was no image of him in the mirror.

Turning his head again, the figure that appeared in the mirror became clearer and clearer.

It was vaguely recognizable as a wizard in a cloak, and although his face was not clear, it could be judged that he had a handsome face, black hair, and beautiful blue eyes that made her feel very kind.

Just looking at the vague, as if covered with a layer of mist, Opal felt that deep in his heart, the empty place, seemed to be filled by something.

Exceptionally reassuring, kind, and warm.

Got it.

The most important things that have been forgotten.

It's just, why can't it be clearer......

The pigeon's blood-red eyes were sour from staring at the mirror for too long, and his vision was a little blurry - I don't know if it was because the eyes were too tired, or if it was because of something else.

I want to get closer, I want to touch, I want to see his face......

Who is he? Why can't I remember?

He raised his hand and wanted to touch the blurred face, but what his fingertips touched was a cold mirror.

The illusion caused by the previous figure was shattered in an instant, but in my mind, there seemed to be something shattering, falling, and disappearing after a soft "bang".

In the hazy memory, something came up clearly.

On the forehead, there seems to be something warm, as if the touch of a feather gently brushing.

What does that feel like?

Who is it that always feels warm and relieved when he pronounces his name in a calm tone?

The layer of fog in the mirror seemed to be absorbed by something little by little, and then, the blurred figure gradually became clear.

Ahhhh......h How could she forget......

Opal's eyes were unblinking as he stared at the slender figure that was gradually becoming clear in the mirror, it was a handsome young man who looked to be about 17 or 8 years old, with short black hair and blue eyes.

How can she forget the existence that is so important to her.

Riddle.

For her, the most important person.