Where is this?

Hermione blinked, and there was darkness all around, and there was a strange smell of potion in the space.

The little witch who slept in a daze almost thought she was still in a dream.

Then the memories gradually flooded back, and a scream that burst the eardrums suddenly resounded in the empty classroom.

The next moment, the dazzling lights turned on, and the dim classroom became bright for a while, Hermione subconsciously closed her eyes, and curled up in the corner of the bed with the quilt indiscriminately.

"Hermione, are you sleeping well?"

A familiar voice rang out, and Hermione opened her eyes again, only to find Ivan sitting in the corner of the room brewing a pot of potion.

"Ivan, why am I here? I mean, how can I sleep in the same bed? Hermione curled up with a red face and stammered.

The little witch vaguely remembers that she should be reading a book in the classroom...

Ivan put down his work, turned his head, and spoke. "Don't you remember? You were so sleepy while reading that you fell asleep on your desk, and I think you may have been too tired these days to wake you up. ”

"That.. And what's going on with this bed? Hermione thought about it as well, and realized that it was indeed in the classroom.

"Of course I conjured it up with a Transfiguration Charm so that you could sleep more comfortably," Ivan said with a smile.

"You should wake me up..."Hermione, who was hugging the quilt, said embarrassedly, although she was wearing clothes, there was always a strange feeling when lying on the bed and being stared at like this by Ivan.

Ivan shook his head, but did not reply, and turned back to continue brewing potions.

Hermione also quickly got out of bed, but when she pulled the quilt, she realized that her right hand seemed to be holding something, and when she put it in front of her, she saw that it was a note.

The little witch looked at Ivan in confusion, there were only two people in the classroom, she and Ivan, this thing could only have been put by Ivan.

But is there anything you can't say to your face?

Hermione opened the note in confusion, and was stunned when she saw the contents.

【Forbidden Book Zone... The thirteenth row of the ninth column of the bookshelf..."Black Magic Decryption"]

What does that mean? Go to the ninth column of the thirteenth row of the bookshelves in the forbidden book section and pick up a book called "Decryption of the Dark Arts"?

Hermione turned her head to look at Ivan, but then it occurred to her that this note must not have been given to her by Ivan,

Who would that be?

Looking at the handwriting on it, the little witch had a faint guess, and at this moment Ivan's voice came.

"Hermione, aren't you coming down yet? I'm leaving..."

"Well. Ahh Hermione quickly crumpled the paper and stuffed it into the pocket of her wizard's robe, then lifted the quilt and got up to put on her shoes.

Ivan then waved his wand, and the soft bed twisted and disintegrated into a dozen square tables and returned to its original position.

The chairs, cauldrons, and potions stacked in the corners also flew into the air and landed neatly on the table, clanging like music.

Ivan's smooth spell casting was an eye-opener for Hermione on the side, she had never known that casting spells could be so easy and beautiful.

"Alright, let's go!"

Ivan cleaned up the classroom, turned around and headed out the door, returning to the Gryffindor common room with Hermione before going separately to their dorms.

Pushing open the door, Ivan found Harry and Ron in their bedroom, chatting about their Quidditch training not long ago.

Hearing the noise, both of them turned their heads, and Ron spoke even more. "As it happens, we're talking about you, Ivan!"

"What do you say about me?" Ivan was a little confused.

"I saw Hufflepuff captain Diggory at the training ground today, and he was overjoyed when he heard that you quit Gryffindor this year." Harry said.

"Even without me, they wouldn't have a chance! You're the best Seeker at Hogwarts..."Ivan patted Harry on the shoulder, he didn't want Wood to improvise him or something.

"Hopefully—" Harry shook his head, he didn't have much confidence, he had heard that the Hufflepuff Seeker flew quite well, and he always had a bad feeling.

Ivan vaguely remembered that the game would be interfered with by the Dementors, but there was still half a month before the game, so he skipped the topic and asked aloud.

"That's right, Harry! Can you lend me your invisibility cloak for a few days? ”

"What do you want that thing for?" Harry asked curiously.

"I'm going to go to Hogsmeade Village and buy some potion materials or something." Ivan casually pulled out a reason.

Harry didn't ask too much as he pulled out the strange silver-gray fabric that looked like a flowing liquid from his suitcase.

"Take it!" Harry handed the Cloak to Ivan, then reminded him aloud. "But you'd better be careful when you go out! Professor Dumbledore said it couldn't be hidden from the Dementors! ”

"Come on, you might as well worry about those Dementors," Ron said complaining.

Harry scratched his head, remembering that Ivan had banished dozens of Dementors in one go while on the train, as if it were true...

"I'll be careful!" Ivan nodded and put away the cloak of invisibility.

......

In the middle of the night, in Gryffindor's bedroom, after everyone had fallen asleep, a gray-black mouse opened its eyes and crawled out of bed.

It was only when he walked to the door of the dormitory that Peter had a vague feeling that all of this was so familiar...

Now, if he turned his head, would he find someone staring at him in the dark?

The thought flashed through Peter's mind, and then a deep voice rang out behind him.

"Very good, you are moving quite fast today..."

Peter felt a chill grapple over him, and before he could think about it, he was struck by a spell that struck him and his body went limp.

Ivan expertly grabbed Peter's tail and carried him out of the dormitory.

Peter struggled with horror when he found out that he had been arrested again, and at the same time a question arose in his heart, why should I say again?

Dozens of minutes later, in the potions storage room of the Room of Requirement, Peter turned back into a trembling huddle in the corner, looking at Ivan who was getting closer,

"Hals, you may not know, your father and I are very good comrades-in-arms, we used to fight side by side together...."

"Enough! Every time you come, I'll memorize it, are you going to tell me about Sirius next? Ivan interrupted Peter, shook the potion reagent in his hand, and spoke again.

"Come, it's time to drink the medicine, are you going to drink it yourself this time, or will I help you drink it?"