Azkaban students at Hogwarts

“Man, I gotta say – that’s pretty cool.”

This was the first sentence Roman heard after arriving at the restaurant.

"What's cool about it?" He looked at Fred with two big dark circles under his eyes.

Potions made from unicorn blood are indeed gentler than before.

But usually he would pass out from the pain and sleep until dawn with the help of the medicine; but this new version of the potion made him energetic all night long.

"Things about your flying lessons, your hair, and your outfit." George counted on his fingers.

"My what and what?" Roman suddenly stirred.

"Hair and... dress?" George was startled by his rare action.

“What happened to my hair and outfit?”

Roman frowned, picked up a smooth silver spoon, and looked at his appearance.

"Silver hair, thick eye circles, aren't you going to dress up as a vampire?"

Fred also felt that something was wrong, and gradually suppressed his smile.

Roman felt a cool breeze behind him.

He didn't feel anything strange about his body when he woke up in the morning, but now his hair has not returned to its original color.

Either the potion failed, or the potion had unexpected effects. He personally preferred the latter.

Roman ate quickly, preparing to visit Snape later.

"Do you want platinum color?" Fred relaxed when he saw that Roman had returned to normal.

"Forget it, I heard that platinum blonde tends to make you bald." Roman shrugged, "By the way, what were you talking about about dressing up?"

"It's Halloween!" George seemed to have seen Merlin. "Don't tell us that the black circles under your eyes are real."

"Isn't Halloween supposed to be a week away?"

Roman looked up at the magic ceiling, which was showing a layer of cool mist.

The little wolf seems to like those big pumpkins grown by Hagrid, just for Halloween.

You can ask Hagrid to make a pumpkin nest for it. It is too uncomfortable to live with you and can only be kept indoors.

"There's no difference between one week and now."

Fred shook his head, seeming worried about Roman's sense of time.

"Then please lend me ten galleons today and I will pay you back in a week. Since there is no difference, I don't think there is any need for interest."

Roman took the last of his cereal and wiped his hands.

"Fred, it seems we still have a lot to learn." George shook his head and sighed.

"You're right, we actually fell behind on the battlefield involving Garen."

Halfway through Fred's words, a swarm of owls flew in from outside the house.

Halloween is approaching, and there are obviously more packages from students.

They pushed and squeezed each other, dropping packages or letters on the little wizard's lap, but seven owls kept hovering in the air.

"What a strange owl." Fred looked up, "I've never seen an owl like this."

"Maybe they're lost?" George patted Roger on the shoulder.

Roger was also confused: "No, the owl will not get lost, it will find the recipient directly."

"Owls rely on name magic for location, and unless someone casts a complex series of shielding and protective spells on their name - then the sender can only tell the address."

Cedric arrived belatedly and sat down at the long table opposite, but his eyes were fixed on Roman.

Not only him, but also several other people looked at Roman.

No one here except Roman would do this.

"Hey! You guys!"

"I am Roman Heller!"

Roman beckoned the owl to follow him.

But the limp owl quickly swooped down, landed on the table, and refused to move.

Their feathers were messy and their fur was dirty, and they scrambled to hand him the letter.

Roman scanned the envelopes roughly and handed them the letters he had prepared in his arms.

"Promise me that when your master reads these letters, he will stay away from them, okay?"

He took out a large handful of owl food and sprinkled it on the plate, while he took out a pair of dragon skin gloves.

"Don't touch it!" he snapped.

This was actually a bit unfair. Fred and George just stared and had no intention of taking action.

You can't blame them for this, the eyes of the people around you were attracted.

After all, what was placed at the top was a pale red women's envelope full of ambiguity.

The seal is painted with delicate pale pink paint, the recipient's name is printed with purple hickeys, and is decorated with expensive perfume. There is no sender information.

Lady, mystery, purdah, loneliness.

Many words stimulate the young wizards' young and imaginative brains.

But Roman didn't think so.

After all, the letter inside, which was soaked in the pus from the Babo tuber, exuded a smell similar to gasoline that could be smelled three hundred kilometers away.

A simple curse letter, but full of the owner's feelings.

Roman waved his wand, changed the color of the envelope, changed the recipient's name to "Fenrir Greyback", and tied it to one of the owls, "Run away after delivering this letter."

He looked at the second envelope, which contained compressed flammable dry powder that would burn violently or even explode as long as it came into contact with air.

It's an old trick that can be solved with a vanishing spell.

He was very happy that his "old friends" had learned the lesson and no longer used precious venom to deal with him; after all, the last time he saw the paper soaked in Acromantula venom, he felt extremely distressed.

However, it is also possible that they lack funds?

The advent of wolfsbane potion would inevitably trigger a counterattack by the radical werewolves, which he had long expected.

All acquaintances will know what happened as long as they see the owls stumbling around. Only enemies will do everything possible to seek revenge.

They may also know that this simple method cannot harm the opponent at all, but revenge is necessary.

Does this count as improving collective cohesion?

Roman quickly finished all the letters and sent away the well-fed owls.

The little wizards around looked blankly at the letters that were burned, soaked in water, or even disappeared directly, full of doubts - what new way of reading is this?

Only Cedric was not distracted, holding the Daily Prophet and reading the headline on the front page - "Belby and the Wolfsbane Potion".

At the end of the article, Mr. Bellby thanked the many potion masters who enthusiastically helped him - famous figures such as Dumbledore and Slughorn.But he also emphasized that in the invention of Wolfsbane Potion, a young man played a crucial role, but due to the other party's request, he could not reveal his identity...

Fred and George came up behind him and looked at each other thoughtfully.

In the underground office, Snape had mixed Roman's blood into the reagent in the crystal bottle, and took two pieces of his hair and mixed it in.

The liquid in the bottle immediately took on a light silvery gray color.

"The potion itself should be fine."

"It seems that some side effects caused by unicorn blood should gradually subside over time."

Roman let out a sigh of relief.

But Snape didn't intend to let him go like this:

"What happened to the letter this morning?"

He was arranging the reagent bottles in his hands, but looking at Roman coldly.

"A little...um...private matter." Roman replied hesitantly.

"You should leave it to the professors. Me, or Dumbledore." Snape said softly.

"But what are you going to do about it - report it to the Ministry of Magic?"

Roman forced himself not to make a mocking snort when he mentioned the words Ministry of Magic.

"Then how did you handle it? You even sent a reply letter for them." Snape replied with a hint of sarcasm, "It's not just a few replies, is it?"

"What are you talking about?" Roman shook his head, "That's just an ordinary letter."

"You don't understand what I'm saying, and you shouldn't leave them with the energy to fight back."

Roman's eyes widened at the words Snape forced out through his teeth.

This is what you do.

"I don't understand what you mean." Roman continued to act dumb.

Some things would be embarrassing if revealed.

Snape didn't take his words seriously at all, and continued speaking on his own:

"They will gather in secret one day and ask two wizards to help."

"And when they get together, the first thing they do is discuss how to kill me." Roman said softly.

"So you shouldn't have those stupid thoughts of kindness like some people do." Snape said this clearly, speaking slowly but in a solemn tone.

Roman suddenly chuckled, and with his pale face and thick dark circles under his eyes, he suppressed Snape's next words vividly.

"Please believe that I have paid enough for my kindness and carelessness."

The scar on his eye throbbed uncontrollably.

"Are you referring to these three scars?" Snape frowned, "I think I can remove them... I just need some..."

"No, it's not necessary. This is a warning."

Roman's face was frighteningly pale, and he interrupted Snape dryly, almost rudely.

But then, he bowed politely, turned around and walked out of the office door.