Friday, December 18.

A roaring blizzard roared.

Because many plants were affected by the sudden change in weather, Professor Pomona Sprout was busy dealing with the herb garden, and the last herbal medicine class of the semester was canceled, and Mu Yan also managed to squeeze out a little time to hide by the warm big fireplace in the library to read some materials of interest to him.

Although he failed to fulfill the prefect's request at yesterday's rally, the prefect lent him the pass.

The reason for this is that his performance has already done what it is necessary to make Ravenclaw shine, so he should be rewarded with half of the reward even if he does not complete all the requirements.

But he knew that this was just a pretext from the prefect, and the real reason was just that he didn't want to let go of the opportunity to get closer to him, a student with great potential.

Knowing this, Mu Yan secretly mourned for the prefect for three seconds in his heart, his investment is destined to not be rewarded, Mu Yan is destined not to stay in this world forever, and according to the current progress, the plot deviation of thirty-five percent is not even enough for him to be free for a few months!

Yes, thirty-five percent, just this morning, the plot offset that has not moved for a long time jumped directly from twenty percent to thirty-five percent, and the span is so large that Mu Yan, who is taking a transformation class, almost didn't jump.

As for why this happened, Mu Yan now had some conjectures in his heart.

But none of this affected Mu Yan's acceptance of the prefect's kindness, he really needed this pass now.

In the confrontation with Lockhart last night, Lockhart's mess in his mind left a lot of trauma on his brain, and the most intuitive manifestation is that until now, his mental power has been constantly fluctuating up and down, and it is difficult to stabilize.

If you cast a spell at this time, it is easy to fail the spell due to mental instability, or the mental power model will collapse, and then suffer a serious backlash!

How bad is the backlash of cast errors?

For Mu Yan, a VIP senior member who has an exclusive supreme bed in the school medical room all the year round, no one knows the blood and tears better than him.

Therefore, no matter how precious the time is, Mu Yan does not plan to continue those experiments until his mental power stabilizes, and he will wait until his mental power stabilizes.

So, during this time, the leisure time was finally free......

In the library, the huge fireplace burned quietly, the red tongue of fire rolled but did not make the slightest sound, and the huge heat was evenly transmitted to every corner with the alchemy matrix.

The library was warm.

On a rare blizzard day, and because it's still class time, there are many fewer people than usual at this time.

Almost half of the scattered students were second-year students, and almost half of those second-year students were Ravenclaw students.

Everyone was quietly looking at the books, and the library was quiet and only the sound of flipping books could be heard.

On a long brown table, which is very common in the library, Mu Yan sat at the end of the room, carefully reading a copy of "The Wonderful Language of Fairies".

This is the smallest long table in the entire library.

Also reading at this long table were three other Ravenclaw students.

I don't know if Mu Yan's rejection of people thousands of miles away is too obvious, except for a few students in the same academy who are more familiar with his temperament, the rest of the wizards consciously stayed away from this place and found other tables to sit down.

But it seems to be a common problem of Ravenclaw, these three Ravenclaw students obviously enjoy this kind of treatment, although they all know each other, but in order not to affect the other three people, and also in order not to be influenced by others, several students sit very openly among themselves, and there is no intention of people who know each other like other colleges to get together and discuss with each other.

Smart people are always lonely and arrogant, and this is the most intuitive impression of Ravenclaw from the other three colleges.

In their words, of course, it is: "Ravenclaw weirdos......"

A dull sound of footsteps descended the stairs.

Some in a hurry, as if in a hurry.

Not many people paid attention to it, although the sound of the heel on the wooden board was extremely abrupt in this quiet environment, but not many people really looked up to look at it, because such footsteps are not uncommon in the library, and the kind of students who are fascinated by reading books and forget the class time will have one or two every day, and everyone is already surprised.

But this time the footsteps seem to be something unusual, or rather, the owner of the footsteps this time is unusual.

The library's reading area soon erupted in a commotion.

Mu Yan frowned and raised his head.

Although everyone in the library deliberately lowered the volume of talking, the number of people who spoke still gave people the feeling of crashing headlong into a pile of flies.

Mu Yan looked forward as he followed the footsteps that were getting closer and closer, and a familiar face met his eyes.

Harry?

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted.

Harry's attempt to neutralize the serpent summoned by Malfoy with a Parseltongue at yesterday's dueling club rally backfired, frightening Hufflepuff's Justin. Finreel, now considered by many students to be the mastermind of these attacks, the heir to the Chamber of Secrets.

In this academy of only a few thousand people, any gossip can reach the deepest corners of the school within 24 hours.

As a result, Harry's "deeds" were quickly demonized.

The people who saw him, except for Hermione and Ron, even the Gryffindor students were now avoiding snakes and scorpions, and even many half-blood students had begun to reflect on the bad things they had done to Harry before.

Stubbornly stepping out of the bookshelf, Harry walked forward with his head down, and soon there was a burst of whispers around him, as if the black wizard's robes couldn't block the sharp gaze that shot at him, as if he was going to poke a few holes in him.

He clutched the book in his arms and couldn't help but speed up his pace, but the more he did, the louder the noise under his feet, the more attention he attracted, and the louder the whispering became.

This is not the first time.

Grievances and discomfort squeezed into Harry's small chest, and his rapid pace and clenched fists showed his irritability and anger at this time.

Thinking that last semester he was the savior of the whole Hogwarts, the hero who thwarted Voldemort's plot, and now he has become a hated street rat, this huge contrast makes him a little difficult to accept anyway.

He walked forward briskly with his head down.

Having gotten the Potion Hermione wanted (don't care about the order), he now just wants to get out of this damn place as quickly as possible.

During the brisk walk, he couldn't help but look up at his surroundings, although he already knew everyone's attitude towards him very well, but whenever he was like this, he would always unconsciously have a trace of expectation in his heart.

Maybe some people believe what I say! He thought so, after all, he was once a hero who was praised by everyone.

As a result, it didn't matter if I didn't look up, as soon as I looked up, I bumped into a pair of extremely familiar eyes.

Mu Yan?

Harry was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand to say hello.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he froze.

He suddenly remembered that Mu Yan was also a half-blood!

And it's the kind of mixed race that doesn't even know who his parents are, and he is also extremely humble in the mixed race!

Judging from today's signs, the most fierce reaction to this matter is the half-blood wizards of the various academies.

Joke! They all threatened to kill all the half-bloods! Can you not be in a hurry?

The thought of this immediately made Harry shudder.

For him, the friendship between Mu Yan and him is definitely above the relationship between ordinary friends, not to mention that Mu Yan is the first wizard of the same age he knows, on countless key occasions, Mu Yan can always provide him with the most powerful help in the most critical places, without his help, to be honest, Harry can't believe that he can survive until now.

This friendship is no less than Hermione and Ron, who were born and died with him!

But now, with him, the number one suspect who threatens to kill all half-blood wizards, is this relationship finally coming to an end?

Harry's hands froze in the air alone, his face was full of bitterness, the warm library was so cold at this time!

His gaze stiffened on Mu Yan's face, as if waiting for the final judgment.

Then, he saw Mu Yan nodding lightly to him, and then lowered his head and continued to read, his expression was as ...... as ever Not salty, not bland......

Belch?!

Harry was stunned, his expected disgust and contempt not appearing, leaving him with a casual nod.

A nod full of perfunctory responses!

This is...... What a familiar way to say hello!!

This response, which had embarrassed Harry countless times, actually gave him a feeling of tears in his eyes at this time.

Complex emotions kept going back and forth in his heart for a moment, and subconsciously, he walked to Mu Yan's table.

In a trance, he sat next to Mu Yan.

"Something?" Mu Yan put down the book.

What a cold and familiar way of opening!

Under Mu Yan's speechless gaze, Harry smirked.

Syllable!

A book hit Harry on the head with a giggle!

"Are you sober?" Mu Yan asked.

"-sober......" Harry grinned, clutching his teeth.

Fack, what a familiar way to wake up!!

"Don't make a noise until you think about what to say." Mu Yan lifted the book and continued reading.

Uh, what to say?

Harry was stunned again, he didn't even know what he was here for, how could he possibly know what to say!

Just want to come over and laugh twice?

No, no, no, this will definitely be beaten!

So what am I here for?

In the chaos of his thoughts, the irritating sound of discussion behind him became clear to his ears again.

Harry turned his head to look at the undisguised disgust in all directions, and then turned his head to look at Mu Yan, who was immersed in the book, as if he had been separated from this world, and suddenly seemed to have made up his mind.

He pushed his glasses, looked at Mu Yan and said seriously:

"Mu Yan, I'm not the inheritor of the secret room!"