Chapter 011: Calm and steady Slytherin

Fred thinks that the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor must be an admirer of Lockhart, and George is wary that they can't afford them, after all, Lockhart's books are not cheap at all, and thirty-five books for five children is not a small amount for the Weasleys.

This makes Ginny's birthday less glorious than it should be, and Hermione's letter marks the end date of the "probation", but the Weasley children seem to have gotten used to embarrassing days, and even the most disgruntled Ron has no complaints.

On the morning of the third day after Ginny's birthday, Snape came in punctually, and Harry and the Weasleys were reluctant to let her go, but Catherine insisted, and they had to make an appointment to meet in Diagon Alley.

"Looks like you're very popular with Weasley." As soon as he appeared at the door of 17 Spider's Tail Alley, Snape said with a bad face.

"No one can resist the temptation of knowledge!" Catherine yawned and said, "When I just want to get a good night's sleep now." ”

"The Weasleys are so shabby that they don't even have a bed!" Snape was displeased to notice that she had two faint dark circles under her eyes.

"I just don't know how to explain to them why their most precious daughter is gone after just one night." Catherine rubbed her eyes and let Snape pull her into the room.

"Don't you ......" Snape turned around to say something, but he didn't expect Catherine to hit her head in the chest.

"Why did you stop all of a sudden?" Catherine clutched her forehead and looked up at Snape listlessly.

"So sleepy?" Seeing Catherine's tired appearance, Snape rubbed her forehead in pain, only to find that her hair was mixed with leaves, "Where the hell did you sleep at night?" He couldn't help but ask.

"On the trees!" Catherine narrowed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of Snape's hand, "I haven't tried it in years. ”

Snape's heart twitched, and his fingertips snapped into Catherine's hair.

"Ugh!" Catherine let out a painful cry before she remembered what she had said, and quickly opened her eyes to look at Snape.

"Don't try again!" Snape said stiffly, untying Catherine's hairband and rubbing where he had just pulled it.

"Hmm!" Catherine answered, and the warmth from Snape made her close her eyes and lean against his chest, the familiar scent of moonlight and flowers permeating her, making her body unable to help but become lazy, and even unable to stand up straight.

Sensing the feeling of her body falling, Catherine hurriedly pulled the fabric at hand, and noticed the strangeness in her chest, Snape shook her head helplessly, and picked her up by the waist.

The sudden feeling of air made Catherine open her eyes suddenly, and when she saw Snape's face close at hand, she reflexively wanted to struggle, but as soon as his gaze swept over, she immediately stopped moving, bowed her head and let him carry her up to the second floor.

"Aren't you sleepy?" When he arrived at Catherine's room, Snape found that she was not asleep.

"I don't know why?" When Snape put herself on the bed, Catherine replied, "It's hot all of a sudden." Her head was still down.

"Hot?" Snape reached out and touched her forehead, and found that Catherine's temperature was really not low, "Fever?" He ruffled her hair and saw that her skin was as rosy as a ripe peach.

Snape swallowed, then sensed his anomaly, dropped the phrase "sleep well", and hurried away.

When his figure disappeared from the doorway, Catherine reached out and pressed her face, sighed, and pulled up the quilt to wrap herself completely.

For the next few days, 17 Spidertail Alley was quiet, and Snape rarely stayed in the living room to guide Catherine in her reading instead of throwing tantrums or burrowing into the basement to study potions.

While the cynicism continued, it soothed Catherine's "devastation" by the Gryffindors, which may sound weird, but for Slytherins, this is life.

It's a pity that the days pass too quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it's time to go to Diagon Alley, which also indicates that the unexpected will come.

As Catherine sat by the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron and waited for Harry to come after Ron, she received the news that Harry had mispronounced the name of the place and was somewhere to go.

"I'll go find him!" Catherine mentally instructed Tracey to lead the way.

Ron, who was nervous, also wanted to follow, but was pulled by his brother, and could only helplessly watch Catherine's rapidly disappearing figure in a hurry.

Catherine followed Tracy into Diagon Alley, then into a dark-looking alley, and her heart sank when she saw the sign on the wall next to her that read "Tumbledown Alley."

Tumbledown Alley, also in the heart of London, is two worlds apart from its neighbour, Diagon Alley, it is not as wide, bright and clean as Diagon Alley, but it is very narrow, tortuous and dirty, and the sun does not seem to be able to shine into these dark corners, but it is the most prosperous place in the whole of British black magic, and it is also full of all kinds of evil.

This was by no means a place where a child could go alone, and Snape had solemnly warned her on the first day Catherine stepped into the wizarding world, but compared to the ignorant Harry, she thought she could still get out of it with her whole body.

So she paid no attention to the wizards around her, and quickly followed Tracy to a shop in front of Pù - "Bogin-Bock"—the largest dark magic item shop in Tumbledown Lane, where the nobles liked to come to buy and sell certain items, such as the two in front of her.

"Draco? Mr. Malfoy? Catherine really didn't expect to meet father and son here.

"Miss Catherine!" Lucius looked back in some surprise, and then said arrogantly, "I thought Severus should have sued you a long time ago." ”

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Malfoy. I'm just looking for someone. With that, Catherine walked straight past the glass counters to the stone fireplace of the shop.

There was a patch of soot in front of the fireplace, and it seemed that something had rushed out of it, and then the soot began to spill haphazardly down the passage until it reached a large black cabinet.

Catherine slammed open the cabinet door to see Harry, dirty, with broken eyes, waving at her in embarrassment.

"Harry!" Catherine took out her wand to help the boy with grooming, "You should practice speaking!" ”

"I just accidentally took a big puff of cigarette ash." Harry lifted his freshly trimmed eyes and walked out of the cupboard with a red face.

"Potter!" Draco hurriedly said in a mocking tone, "You didn't hide in the cupboard to hide your embarrassment!" ”

"I didn't! I'm just—" Harry argued excitedly, "I want to know what it's for!" ”

"Mr. Potter," said the hunchbacked shopkeeper, Mr. Bogin, who immediately leaned in front of Harry, and introduced him courteously, "this is a very rare vanishing cabinet, which only costs 2,000 Galleons. ”

"Disappearing Cabinet!" Catherine's face darkened, "Harry! Do you think that the experience of mispronouncing the name of a place and running to the dangerous place of Tumbledown Alley is not exciting enough, and you are ready to go on an adventure in an unknown place through the Guò Disappearing Cabinet? Or are you going to learn from Lockhart and spend the rest of your life with female ghosts, ghouls, dominatriks, trolls, vampires, werewolves, or Tibetan snowmen? ”

The aria-like cynicism reminded Lucius of his friend, and he couldn't help but touch his son with his cane and throw him an inquiring look.

Draco shrugged helplessly, he didn't expect Catherine to learn not only the Godfather's potions, but also his caustic swearing.

"I didn't!" Harry shouted aggrievedly, "I didn't know it was the Vanishing Cabinet. "One Snape was enough, he really didn't want his sister to be the second.

"Can you tell me what the Vanishing Cabinet is?" Catherine asked with a long smile as if she were consulting a delicious piece of food, but Harry froze as if he had seen poison.

"The Vanishing Cabinet is-yes-yes-" Harry hesitated for a long time, not knowing what to say.

"I don't know how much you've read the book list I wrote to you a year ago, and you still don't even know some basic common sense in the wizarding world. Bold enough to not even have the slightest vigilance, suddenly came to a strange place that obviously looked dangerous, and dared to touch the things here at will, I really don't understand how you know how to write dead words! ”

Such a mournful tone made Harry almost ready to dig a hole to bury himself in shame, and it also made Draco sweat on his back when he heard it, and even more so that the shopkeeper couldn't help but rub the goosebumps on his arm, only Lucius noticed Catherine's movements.

An unknown spell caused the tip of the girl's staff to spew a large white powder, and a "light snow" fell on the area between the vanishing cabinet and the fireplace, and when the "snow" stopped, Catherine tapped Harry's hands with her wand and silently chanted a series of incantations, and then several "snowflakes" on the ground in front of the fireplace and on the glass case next to it lit up red.

"Looks like you've only made one mistake." Catherine waved her wand, and the white powder vanished, "Sorry to interrupt your deal, Mr. Malfoy. She turned to apologize to Lucius, only to suddenly notice the familiar and unfamiliar fluctuation of magic that she had touched twice before.

"No, we've already negotiated." Lucius looked at the girl in front of him in slight surprise, he didn't expect Catherine to start practicing the silent spell, "Mr. Bojin will come to trade with me tomorrow." ”

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy!" Mr. Borgin bowed flatteringly and said, "How can you work so well!" ”

"See you tomorrow, then!" Mr. Borgin's compliment pleased Lucius with great satisfaction, and his tone was rare and devoid of his usual domineering arrogance.

"See you tomorrow!" Mr. Borgin humbly escorted the guests out of the store.

"Looks like Mr. Weasley has annoyed you, otherwise you wouldn't have deposited your stuff with Bogin-Bock, who are notoriously greedy." Catherine smiled, as if she were talking about today's weather.

"Humph!" Lucius snorted in displeasure, "That stupid skunk, no wonder it was used as a gun." ”