The noise around him was reduced for a moment, as if an invisible hand had quietly flipped the volume switch in the space. Professor Lockhart was still arguing with Seamus from the podium, and Harry and Ron were still whispering, but Brandi didn't notice it—all his attention was on the seemingly ordinary journal on the table.

A thoughtful diary!

Brandi got excited, he looked up and saw that everyone seemed to be looking at the podium, so he quickly dipped the quill pen in ink and wrote in the blank space of the diary: "Hello, my name is ...... B"

He hesitated, and found that it might be a bit reckless to give his real name directly, and he shook his head.

"My name is Bruce. Longbottom, it looks like someone sent you to a second-hand bookstore. Probably it was given to me by the shopkeeper when I bought the Standard Spell. ”

After a while, the words disappeared as before.

[It seems that the previous owner didn't seem to be so kind to me, I'm glad you got me out of the sea of suffering, Longbottom.] You say you're buying Standard Spells, so you're still a student? 】

Sure enough, it wasn't just a mechanical reply, the diary seemed much smarter than he had imagined.

"Yes, Mr. Riddle." Brandi scribbled on it. "I'm still in my second year at Hogwarts."

[yes, that's great.] In fact, this diary contains a lot of past events about Hogwarts, which may help you in your study life - of course, I hope you don't throw me aside like that sloppy predecessor. It is very lonely and sad to spend a long time alone. By the way, can you promise me not to reveal my existence to anyone but yourself? I'm more concerned about that. 】

"Okay!"

Brandi was just about to pick up the pen to dip the ink in order to continue expressing his excitement and excitement, but unexpectedly found that he had dipped in the air, he glanced at his hand, and found that the ink bottle in his hand was actually gone.

Huh? What's going on?

Raising his head in some confusion, he just met the little cyan thing floating in front of him-

The small, humanoid creature was about eight inches tall, with an awl-like pointed face and an iron-blue body, and it was hovering at eye level with two pairs of transparent wings. Like a piece of obsidian, the big eyes that occupy a third of the space on his face are staring curiously at the strange human in front of him who is familiar with his pranks.

In its arms, it held an inkwell that looked familiar.

Brandy, who hadn't listened carefully from the start, was clearly puzzled by the situation in front of him. But at this moment, the voices of the outside world finally came late, and Brandi was in a trance, and his ears were suddenly filled with screams, angry scolding, and many sharp cries arguing like budgies.

hurriedly looked around, and was surprised to find that the classroom had already been completely messed up-

Few people seemed to be sitting properly in their chairs anymore, and everyone seemed to prefer to crouch under the table. A dozen or so identical creatures in front of Brandy were wreaking havoc in the classroom, tearing books and paper to shreds, tearing off drawings on the walls, or hoisting heavy objects from the ceiling—he looked up and saw the real Longbottom shivering on a chandelier swing. Professor Lockhart doesn't know where he's gone......

"Hey ~ Brandi, look ahead of you!"

Before he could come back to his senses, he heard Parvati's 'kindness' reminder, and he subconsciously turned his head back to the front-

"Wow~" A wet liquid splashed right on his face. He rubbed his hand on his face, shocked to find that the liquid was still a desperately black color. The elf in front of him was carrying an inkwell, making a splashing pose, and screaming proudly. Not far away, Pavati's cheeky laughter could be heard.

Alas, the hearts of the people are cold, and the world is cold......

Brandi wiped his hands with his robe with a blank face (inked face, in the truest sense of the word), casually copied Lockhart's book "A Weekend with Werewolves", and stared at the one who had succeeded in provoking his anger. And the stupid guy didn't know if it was because Brandy's previous sluggish image gave it enough courage to stop and smirk......

Hmph, kill yourself.

…………

"Bang!"

Moved away the big hardcover book that had been smashed on the table, and with satisfaction with his fingers, he pinched the smashed elf. He felt his wounded heart satisfied.

The bell rang for the end of class, and everyone grabbed their schoolbags and rushed out desperately, leaving Brandi at the end who was still trying to pack up his textbooks, and finally found Professor Lockhart, who seemed to spend most of his class under the lectern hiding with the elves - compared to Brandy's stained robe and African-like face, he was undoubtedly much better.

"Hey! You two. He looked at Brandy, who was dancing his book, and Neville, who was trembling above the chandelier—"I'll have to ask you to get the rest back into the cage, of course—" Seeing Brandy's reluctant look, he had to add, "I'll add five points to Gryffindor for every one I caught." Come on~"

With that, he hurriedly dodged the paper balls and picture frames flying in mid-air, ran out of the classroom before them, and closed the door along the way. Only Brandi and Neville were left staring.

"From the perspective of the honor of the college, this job is actually not bad......?" Brandi grinned weakly at the corners of his dark mouth, and threw the one he had just slapped into the cage, looking at the roaming creatures in the sky. "It looks like there are a dozen more guys with a high score like this, and we probably won't be able to earn that many points in a school year - well, if only we were all as stupid as this one."

"But it's only two of us, and who are you?" Neville clutched the chandelier, his face pale.

Brandy, who was carrying the table up and about to pull him down, suddenly didn't want to save him.

"What now? It's hard for the spell to hit them, and they're too small to fly fast. "The feeling of being down to earth has finally made Neville feel a lot more comfortable. He pulled out his wand and recited a few incantations, but all of them were dodged by the elves. "We need a large-scale, indiscriminate restriction spell, but where can we learn it at this time!"

Brandi was trying to hit a home run against a provocative elf, but it didn't seem to work, but when Neville reminded him, he suddenly thought of a possible solution. He hurried to his bag hidden in the hole in the table and pulled out Riddle's diary. I grabbed a quill from another table, tapped it in a poured inkwell, and began to scribble.

"Mr. Riddle, is there a large bondage magic that can cover the scope of a classroom, I'm in trouble right now, I'm in a hurry, etc.!"

"Don't stand still, Brandy! What are you doing! Neville clumsily dodged the various 'bombs' that fell from the sky, screaming in horror as he tried to return the fire with a spell.

"Quiet, let me see." He was pleased to find that the words quickly dissolved into them.

"Huh?!"

Brandi ignored him, and a large number of words appeared in his diary, recording the main points of the spell and the spell, and he didn't care about the tear in his robe that the elves had torn out, and he had studied the spell he had never seen before. He was surprised to find that the spells, both in terms of consumption and power, had a faint hint of ancient magic.

"Did you see that?" An elf grabbed Neville's wand and placed it on the chandelier, and Neville gasped and screamed loudly.

"Two laps and a shake, two laps and a shake... There was a pause...," Brandi muttered, pulling out his wand and running to the back door of the classroom. "Neville! Get down! ”

"Winter is coming, the north wind is coming!"

The air in the classroom seemed to condense in an instant, and Brandi's wand spewed out an intoxicating pale blue mist that slowly covered the entire classroom under his control. Considering the elves to be caught alive and avoid accidentally injuring Neville, and Brandi's complete familiarity with the magic, he didn't even use a fifth of his power - but that was enough, and the window glass quickly formed a layer of hoarfrost, and he could see the frozen little things falling limply from the ice mist, shivering on the floor and on the table.

By the time the magic had dissipated, the ceiling of the classroom was covered with a layer of eerie ice flowers.

"That's ......," Neville shuddered as he got up from the ground, his eyes glazed over the ice and snow. It's amazing, Brandi, what a subtle magic. How did you do it! I just saw what you wrote on the table? ”

Hmm,......

Brandi remembered the promise he had made to Riddle a few minutes earlier not to reveal his existence to anyone else, so he patted Neville on the shoulder apologetically. He made up a reason, as if he had just seen such a spell in the library before, and he was just looking for his own notes to confirm it. Tell the truth...... Even Brandi himself didn't believe it.

However, to his great surprise, Neville was not the kind of person who would break the casserole and ask questions, and he just gave him a disappointed look before turning the conversation to the elves on the ground. They hurried to the elves before they had yet to warm up, threw them into the cage, and excitedly carried the cage to Lockhart, who seemed a little unreliable now, but he could be regarded as trustworthy. He claimed that he would find all kinds of small excuses to give them extra points in the later courses, and he would add 100 points...... Didn't even bother to count the number of elves in the cage.

"Brandy, I'm not dreaming, am I?" On the way back, Neville had been in a state of euphoria after getting the promise, and this was the first time he had asked Brandy in the same tone.

"Probably rounded up, there are thirteen or fourteen in that cage that are all up to the sky." Brandi amused, "He should have been more generous, but we managed to uphold the dignity of his Most Charming Smile Award......

"It's not us, it's you, Brandy."

Brandi was stunned.

"I didn't do anything, I just lay on the ground with my head in my hands and waited for you to solve the problem." Neville looked a little downcast, "I was looking foreign in the first place, and I was hanging from the ceiling...... If only I could be as powerful in magic as you are. ”

The atmosphere suddenly became depressed.

The two of them didn't say a word, and walked silently to the door of the lounge. Just as Neville was about to burrow into the doorway, Brandy pulled him back.

"Hey man, you're brave enough." Brandi looked at him earnestly, "You didn't refuse Lockhart's assignment, did you, you could have walked away - but you chose to stay with me." Thank you. ”

Neville gave him a deep look and stepped inside.

………………

At night, the Gryffindor Tower is pitch black.

Brandi looked at her sleeping roommates in the dormitory and sat up quietly. He brought Riddle's notes, quills, and inkwell to the bed. A few minutes later, the quilt flickered with the faint glow of a fluorescent charm.

In the darkness, a pair of indifferent eyes suddenly opened, quietly staring at ......

The moon is dark, and midnight here is quiet.