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Volume 4: A Different Scarlet Bullet Chapter 66: Halloween Cat

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    Chapter 66 The Cat on Halloween "I'm sorry, but please forgive me for refusing!" Patchouli knew what adverse effects this might have on herself. Although she was a magic genius, she was not a genius at the moment.  At this point, an Auror could easily deal with her.  If Sephiroth becomes angry if she refuses the other party's invitation at this moment, and she knows so many secrets, it is very likely that she will be attacked and killed the moment she leaves Hogwarts.  But Patchouli still firmly refused.  Patchouli is just a very pure witch. She likes magic and reading, but she is not interested in things like fame and wealth.  She doesn't want to get involved in the struggles between large organizations. Her wish is to have a library of her own in the future, where she can read quietly by herself.  The temptation of Sephiroth once made her heart beat. On the road of exploring magic, no wizard would refuse a knowledgeable traveler.  But she also knew that she was just a girl with some talent in magic. Even an ordinary Slytherin first-year student might be much better than her when it came to conspiracy.  If you join an organization, you may just become their pawn.  "Are you no longer considering it? If it is now, I welcome you to change your mind, Senior Sister Patchouli." Raising his eyebrows, Sephiroth said with a half-smile.  "No, I have made up my mind. If it is an academic exchange, I welcome you to come, but if you want to recruit, forget it. I am used to leisure and don't like to be restrained. But don't worry, junior, what I said today will never  It came from my mouth." Patchouli's eyes flashed, but she still didn't change her original intention.  Maybe she will pay the price for her current choice in the future, but so what, some things are more important than life in the eyes of people.  "Unfortunately, if this is the choice of senior sister, then I have nothing to say. I believe in senior sister, so don't let me down." She was so frivolous that she raised her purple hair, and the silky hair fell from her fingers.  Sliding down, Sephiroth returned to his former elegant and noble appearance, pretending that nothing happened and left the library.  Ordinary days are like water, flowing slowly from the bottom of my heart without leaving any mark. The days pass by day after day in such a blur.  October is here, and the damp cold air permeates the grounds and penetrates into the castle.  There is a lot of fog and rain in the UK, and the weather is not good for almost half of the year, but Sephiroth still hates such miserable days.  Raindrops as big as bullets pattered on the windows of the castle and did not stop for several days.  The water in the lake rose and there was a flow of mud in the flower beds. Weather like this made people not want to leave the warm and dry castle.  Who would be practicing Quidditch at this time except those crazy stupid lions from Gryffindor.  Several times, Sephiroth saw them return to the castle covered in mud. They were soaked to the skin, leaving stains on the castle floor.  This made Filch so angry that he waved his broom several times and shouted to drive them out.  It is worth mentioning that, as if to oppose Draco, Harry successfully joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team this year.  Draco laughed for a long time because of this, and he finally had the opportunity to teach Harry a lesson in front of everyone.  For this reason, Draco spent a long time with his father and donated a total of seven of the best Nimbus 2001 to the Slytherin Quidditch team, making the students of the other three houses extremely envious.  Who makes Slytherin the rich college?  "Ah, a warm fireplace, delicious meals, and interesting performances. It's a pity that Potter didn't enjoy such a good dinner." On Halloween night, Draco took Sephiroth and a group of Slytherin friends to have a good time.  He went crazy, during which he did not forget to mock the stupid Potter with his hypocrisy.  ¡°Obviously, he knew about Porter¡¯s attendance at the death anniversary party.  "Haha, I hope he can fill his belly there." Sephiroth also laughed. Everyone will be infected by the joyful banquet. A few words of condemnation of a nasty enemy can bring friends closer. Why?  It's not fun to do it.  "It makes me happy to think that we are here enjoying this delicious snack while Potter smells the rotten, maggot-infested stuff." Draco clutched a drumstick in one hand and a glass in the other.  Sweet milk, one bite at a time.  "Haha, don't mention those disgusting things at this time. It's better not to turn off your appetite." Sephiroth glared at Draco complainingly, as if he was attending a death anniversary party even though he didn't personally?I¡¯ve seen it, but I¡¯ve also learned more or less from books. It¡¯s not something a living person can endure. It¡¯s disgusting to mention those things while eating.  With the huge jack-o¡¯-lanterns and the dark bats hanging all around, the extremely festive Halloween can be said to be the most impressive thing this semester.  Happy time is always short-lived, and the Halloween dinner ended with the reluctant eyes of the students.  It¡¯s very late now, the moon and stars are filling the sky, it¡¯s time for the students to go to bed.  "Okay, kids, Halloween is completely over. Let's go back to our lounges." Principal Dumbledore stood up and officially announced that the Halloween dinner was over.  "Oh, so fast!" "I want to play for a while longer." I was very reluctant. How could I take it back immediately if I were so playful? However, under the gaze of their respective deans, the students still moved towards the lounge in twos and threes.  .  As we were walking, suddenly the students in the front row stopped for some reason.  There was dead silence in front, and even the people behind who didn¡¯t know what was going on felt vaguely that something was wrong.  "What happened?" Although he didn't know what happened, Draco liked to join in the fun, so he squeezed in from behind.  Then he fell silent for a moment, stunned.     what happened?  Something happened to that nasty cat, Mrs. Norris.  It was hung on the wall by someone unknown, and the words "Those who are enemies of the heir, beware." were also written on it. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Draco suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground.  Among the four major colleges, the one who likes to create so-called heirs the most is Slytherin, isn't it?  ¡°We can¡¯t go on like this, we must divert people¡¯s attention away, otherwise Slytherin¡¯s life will be even more difficult.  "Those who are enemies of the heir, beware! You are next, Granger!" In this silence, someone spoke loudly.  It was Draco, standing in front of the crowd, his cold eyes gleaming, and his normally bloodless face flushed.  He looked at the still and stiff cat hanging there with a sinister smile on his face.  "Did you do it, Potter? It's so satisfying. Have you ever thought about throwing yourself into the arms of Slytherin?" Harry Potter was captured on the spot at the scene of the murder. He couldn't explain himself. He knew for a while that Malfoy was  Even though he was wronged, he didn't know how to explain it.  Before the incident, other students were gathering in the auditorium to enjoy Halloween. Everyone had witnesses except the three of them.  ¡°If he hadn¡¯t clearly remembered that he had never done this, even Harry himself would have felt that the three of them were the murderers.  "What happened here? What happened?" The voice Harry least expected to hear at this moment was heard by him. It was Filch. He was attracted by Draco's voice and the commotion here.  Harry's heart kept sinking, it was the worst.  Filch shouldered his way through the crowd.  Then he saw Mrs. Norris, and he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his face with his hands in horror.  "My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Mrs. Norris?" he screamed.  At this moment, his protruding 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, no! Listen to me, I'll do it  When" Harry waved his hands clumsily and tried to explain, but unfortunately Filch, who was completely frightened and angry, couldn't listen at all.  "Filch!" Dumbledore, the eternal fire captain and Harry's lucky star, rushed to the scene, followed by many other teachers.  His voice made Harry calm down instantly, because he believed that Dumbledore would definitely give him justice.  Dumbledore walked up to Harry in a few steps, took Mrs. Norris off the wall, and handed it to Filch.  "Follow me, Filch," he said to Filch, "and you, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger." Lockhart hurried forward.  "My office is closest to here, the Headmaster - it's upstairs - you can -" "Thank you, Gilderoy." At this time, Dumbledore was not in the mood to talk to Lockhart, he was very decisive.  Agreed.  The silent crowd parted to both sides, letting themPassed.  Lockhart was very excited and looked very proud, and hurriedly followed Dumbledore; Professor McGonagall and Snape also followed.  "It's Dumbledore again, what should we do?" The appearance of the professor made Draco reluctantly stop pouring water on Harry, and he asked Sephiroth uneasily.  "What should I do? Are you confused? No matter how Dumbledore plans to deal with it, what does it have to do with us." Sephiroth rolled his eyes at him, Draco was either concerned or confused, and the faces of the Slytherins present  Everyone was confused, obviously not sure whose handiwork it was.  "Uh¡ª¡ªin case it's really our people who did it¡ª¡ªwhy don't you help cover it up?" Draco looked strange. He walked closer to Sephiroth and looked carefully to make sure no one was paying attention to them.  , said quietly.  "Create a cover? How to cover? Do you know who did it? We don't know anything about what we can do? Since the other party didn't tell us, he naturally has his own plan. I believe he can handle it. Otherwise, he will blame himself  He must be a loser." A series of rhetorical questions left Draco speechless, and he could only follow Sephiroth and return to the Slytherin cellar.
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