Chapter 66: The Halloween Cat

"I'm sorry, but I beg your pardon for refusing!"

Pache knew what might be a detrimental effect on her, and although she was a magical genius, she wasn't a genius at the moment, and an Auror could easily solve her.

If Sephiroth had been annoyed and had known so many secrets, she would have been attacked and killed the moment she left Hogwarts.

But Patchouli resolutely refused.

Pache was just a pure witch, she loved magic and books, but she wasn't interested in fame and fortune. She doesn't want to get involved in the struggle between large organizations, and her wish is to be able to have her own library in the future, where she can read quietly in her own library.

Sephiroth's temptation once made her heartfelt, and no wizard would turn down an erudite companion on the quest for magic. But she also knew that she was just a girl with a little talent on the path of magic, and playing intrigue and trickery, even an ordinary Slytherin first-year student might be much better than her. If you join an organization, I'm afraid you can only become someone else's pawn.

"Don't think about it anymore? If it's now, I'd love to change your mind, Pache Senselle. ”

Raising an eyebrow, Sephiroth said with a smirk.

"No, I've made up my mind. If it's an academic exchange, I'm very welcome to come, but if it's soliciting, forget it. I'm used to being idle, and I don't like to be restrained. But don't worry, my brother, today's words will never come out of my mouth. ”

Pache Teau's eyes flickered, but in the end, she didn't change her mind. Maybe she will pay the price for her current choices in the future, but so what, there are some things that are more important than life in the eyes of people.

"Unfortunately, if this is the choice of the senior sister, then I have nothing to say. I believe in Senpai, so don't let me down. ”

With a touch of purple hair and silky strands slipping from his fingers, Sephiroth returned to his former appearance as a gentleman and left the library as if nothing had happened.

Ordinary days are like water, slowly flowing from the bottom of my heart without leaving any mark, and the days are so confused that day after day.

October is here, and the wet chill permeates the grounds and seeps into the castle. There is a lot of fog and rain in the UK, and there is no good weather for most of the year, but Sephiroth still hates such wet days.

The rain of bullets crackled on the windows of the castle and did not stop for several days. The lake is rising, the flower beds are full of mud, and the weather makes people not want to go out of the warm and dry castle.

Except for those crazy stupid lions of Gryffindor, who would be practicing Quidditch at this time. Sephiroth saw them return to the castle several times covered in mud, soaking wet and leaving stains on the castle floor. This infuriated Filch, who waved his broom several times and yelled to get them out.

It is worth mentioning that, as if to oppose Draco, Harry was able to join Gryffindor's Quidditch team this year. Draco had laughed for a long time, and he had finally had a chance to teach Harry a lesson in front of everyone.

For this reason, Draco deliberately grinded his father for a long time, and donated a full seven Haode Halos 2001 to the Slytherin Quidditch team in one go, to the envy of the students of the other three houses.

Who made Slytherin the house of the tyrants?

"Ah, the warm fireplace, the delicious meal, and the fun performances, it's a shame Potter didn't enjoy such a haode dinner."

On Halloween night, Dracola pulled Sephiroth and a group of Slytherin friends into a frenzy, mocking the stupid Potter.

Apparently, Potter went to the death party and was known to him.

"Haha, hopefully he'll fill his stomach there."

Sephiroth also laughed, everyone would be infected by the joyous banquet, and a few words of denunciation of a certain annoying opponent can bring friends closer, why not.

"I can't help but be overjoyed at the thought of us enjoying this delicious snack while Potter smells the rotten maggots."

Draco grabbed a chicken leg in one hand and a glass of sweet milk in the other, and ate it heartily.

"Haha, don't mention those disgusting things at this time, don't lose your appetite."

Sephiroth glared at Draco complainingly, although he hadn't seen the death party with his own eyes, but he had also learned from the book that it was not a living person who could stay at all, and it was not disgusting to mention those things while eating.

Giant jack-o-lanterns, pitch-black bats hanging around, and the festive Halloween are some of the most impressive things about this semester.

Happy times are always short-lived, and the Halloween dinner ended with the reluctant eyes of the students.

It's getting late, the moon and stars are filling the sky, and it's time for the students to go to bed.

"Alright, kids, Halloween is completely over, let's all go back to our lounge."

Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and officially declared the Halloween dinner over.

"Alas, so fast!"

"I'd like to play a little longer."

Very unwilling, how could it be possible to take it back immediately, but under the gaze of the respective deans, the students still moved towards the common room in twos and threes.

As I walked, suddenly the students in the front row stopped for some reason.

There was a dead silence in front, and even the unknown people behind them vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

He didn't know what was going on, but Draco liked to join in the fun, so he squeezed in from behind. Then he was silent and stunned for a moment.

What happened?

That nasty cat, Lady Loris, actually had an accident. It was hung on the wall by an unknown person, and it was written "Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant." Such words.

Oh, my God!

Draco felt dizzy and nearly fell to the ground.

Among the four major houses, isn't Slytherin the so-called heir the most favorite?

We can't go on like this, we must divert people's attention, otherwise Slytherin's life will be even more difficult.

"Those who are enemies of the heirs, be on the lookout! You're next, Granger! ”

In the silence, someone spoke loudly. It was Draco, who stood in front of the crowd, his cold eyes flushed, his normally bloodless face flushed. He looked at the still, stiff cat hanging there, and a grim smile appeared on his face.

"Did you do that, Potter? It's really happy, how did you think about definitely throwing yourself into the arms of Slytherin? ”

Harry Potter was caught by everyone at the scene of the murder, and he was speechless, and he knew for a while that Malfoy was wronging him, and he didn't know how to explain it.

Before the crime, the other students had all dined together in the auditorium and enjoyed Halloween, and everyone had witnesses, except for the three of them.

If it weren't for the fact that he clearly remembered that he had never done such a thing, even Harry himself felt that the three of them were undoubtedly murderers.

"What's going on here? What happened? ”

One of the voices that Harry least wanted to hear at this moment was Filch, who was drawn to Draco's voice and the commotion here.

Harry's heart kept sinking, worst-case scenario.

Filch squeezed his shoulders through the crowd. Then he saw Lady Loris, who stumbled back a few steps and grabbed his face with his hand in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What happened to Lady Loris? He screamed.

At that moment, his bulging eyes saw Harry.

"You!" He screamed, "You! You killed my cat! You killed it! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to ......"

"No, it's not! Listen to me, I ...... when I came."

Harry waved his hands awkwardly to explain, but Filch, who was completely frightened and angry, couldn't listen.

"Filch!"

Dumbledore, Harry's Great Lucky Star, the eternal captain of the fire, arrived at the scene, followed by many other teachers. His voice calmed Harry instantly, as he believed that Dumbledore would do him justice.

Dumbledore walked up to Harry in a few steps, took Lady Loris off the wall, and handed it to Filch.

"Come with me, Filch." He said to Filch, "And you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. ”

Lockhart hurried forward.

"My office is the closest to here, and the headmaster—it's upstairs—you can—"

"Xiexie, Guidero."

At this time, Dumbledore was not in the mood to talk to Lockhart about anything, so he decisively agreed.

The silent crowd parted to both sides and let them pass. Lockhart was very excited, and looked alive, and hurried after Dumbledore; Professor McGonagall and Snape followed.

"It's Dumbledore again, what are we going to do?"

The Professor's presence caused Draco to stop throwing sewage on Harry, and he asked Sephiroth uneasily.

"What to do? Are you in a hurry? Whatever Dumbledore plans to do with it, and what does it have to do with us. ”

Sephiroth gave him a blank look, Draco was concerned, and the Slytherin present was also confused, obviously not knowing whose hand it was.

"Uh—in case it was really our guys who did it—won't you help cover up?"

Draco looked strange as he leaned over to Sephiroth and looked cautiously around them, whispering to make sure no one was paying attention to them.

"Take cover? How to cover? Do you know who did it? We don't know what we can do? Since the other party didn't tell us, he naturally has his own plans, and I believe he can handle it himself. Otherwise, blame himself for being a loser. ”

Draco was speechless after a series of rhetorical questions, and he had no choice but to follow Sephiroth back to the Slytherin cellars.