After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Probably the only one who was still thinking about the competition at this time was Yang Mei.

"Whether or not the Golden Snitch is counted, Slytherin's score is higher than Gryffindor's. Slytherin should win." Harry walked down from Yang Mei's flying carpet and said to everyone.

So the result of the game was decided.

After all, when it comes to Dementors attacking students, the winner of the Quidditch game is no longer that important.

"So, Mr. Headmaster, this is what you said at the beginning of the term: 'The Ministry of Magic promised that Dementors will only be outside Hogwarts and will never enter Hogwarts'?" Draco laughed in anger, "One dares to say it, and the other dares to believe it. If it weren't for our good luck, we might have to give up our lives here today.

What can the headmaster and the Ministry of Magic do then? Give us lives for our lives? ! "

"Draco, shut up!" Snape scolded symbolically, but anyone with a little bit of common sense could see how perfunctory he was.

"Mr. Malfoy, I did not expect Dementors to enter Hogwarts and come to the Quidditch field. But please believe that I and all the professors are capable of protecting you contestants." Dumbledore's oval glasses slid to the tip of his nose, and his blue eyes looked directly at Draco.

His attitude seemed quite sincere, but, "It is unwise to put your life in the hands of others, Mr. Headmaster." Draco brushed his wet platinum hair back, "Your speech at the opening ceremony was as confident as it is now, but the facts prove that you were lying.

Oh, it's really distressing, Mr. Principal, who knows which of your words are true and which are false? "

Dumbledore was speechless. He looked at the many young wizards around him who also looked at him with distrust. Only then did he realize that he had almost become an "old liar" in the eyes of his students without knowing when.

Ah, this, this, the Ministry of Magic is really causing so much harm!

……

Ever since that day when he and Draco shared hardships on the Quidditch field - of course that's what Harry thought, in Draco's view, it was Harry who was holding him back - ever since that day, Draco has been pestered by Harry, who said that he wanted Draco to teach him the Patronus Charm.

Draco felt like he had seen a ghost. When did he become so close to Potter?

"You're really weird, Potter." Draco said bluntly, "With your status, if you want to learn the Patronus Charm, you can definitely ask Lupin. As far as I know, he is a good friend of your father's when he was a student! In addition to him, you can also find Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, or even Headmaster Dumbledore. But I can't think of any reason why you would not go to these people and come to me."

The smile on Harry's face disappeared completely and he was silent for a while.

Just when Draco thought he would not get an answer, Harry spoke: "Draco, you know, I am the only one left in the Potter family now.

I have thought about it again and again in the dead of night. What should I pursue now? "

He paused before continuing: "I just want to live."

Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this.

"But Dumbledore and the others have high hopes for you. You are the savior of the entire wizarding world!"

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I can't just be whoever others say I am. This is something that Selwyn taught me."

Draco's smile grew.

"I don't even want to seek revenge on Voldemort." Harry continued, "First of all, I know my own strengths and weaknesses. Why do I think I have the ability to defeat the Dark Lord?

Secondly, I have read a lot of books in the past six months, about the magical world, the Muggle world, the Eastern world, the Western world... I also tried to find out what kind of people my parents are.

As a child, I cannot say anything bad about my parents, but I still can't help feeling ashamed when I see Professor Snape."

Snape as a child was so much like Harry himself as a child.

Being able to go to Hogwarts must have been a kind of redemption for Professor Snape at that time. At least when Harry was in his first year, he felt like he had fallen into a dream.

But in comparison, Snape was much more unlucky than him. He entered Hogwarts as the savior, almost everyone admired him, and Dumbledore escorted him; but Snape was targeted by three notorious robbers because of his mother, Lily Evans.

Harry had experienced the feeling of being excluded by everyone, and he believed that Snape must feel ten thousand times worse when he was bullied in front of everyone.

"It is difficult for me to say with a clear conscience that Voldemort was responsible for the prophecy of more than a decade ago and even the death of my parents. Perhaps I still don't understand the truth of the matter, but I am not a fool. Headmaster Dumbledore is not innocent."

Oh my, how does that sentence go?

When a man has not been seen for three days, he should be looked at with new eyes. This is how Draco sees Harry now.

After talking for a long time, Harry did not forget his fundamental purpose.

"So, Draco, I really want you to teach me the Patronus Charm. I learn this spell for no other reason than to save my life, that's all."

Draco held his forehead helplessly. "Okay, I have to admit that you have convinced me a little. But there is one thing. I am not even proficient in using the Patronus Charm myself, so how can I teach you? To be honest, that day in the air was the first time I summoned a physical Patronus."

Harry: "Uh..." He wanted to grit his teeth and say it was okay, being able to teach was better than not knowing anything at all.

"How about this? Phil is the one who taught my Patronus anyway. I'll talk to him for you and ask him to teach you as well as me. What do you think?"

"So, I want to study with you?"

Draco nodded.

"Thank you so much, Draco!" Harry smiled widely.

……

So Yang Mei inexplicably had an extra student.

He looked at Harry for a long time with a fierce look on his face, and always felt that this boy had ulterior motives.

"Since Draco has agreed, I have no objection. You can learn the Patronus Charm along with me."

After all, I'm just a Harry Potter and can't make any waves.

In Yang Mei's view, these are all trivial matters.

So what is the big deal?

The big thing is that he recently found himself suffering from sleep paralysis!

This is really outrageous. Is there also sleep paralysis in Europe?

Excluding the ridiculous conjecture that a ghost from the East ran to the West to suppress the bed, the only possibility left is that someone is playing tricks!

Yang Mei could only think of one person who might be causing trouble, and that was the guy named Fu, the former demon, now Morsus Slytherin!

However, Yang Mei thought to herself that she was quite vigilant, and he was just sleeping, not dead. Maybe he wouldn't even notice there was an extra person on the bed?

After thinking about it for a while, he decided not to sleep tonight and find out what was going on!

That night, Yang Mei washed up and went to bed at around eleven o'clock as usual.

Time passed minute by minute, and Yang Mei estimated that it was probably around one o'clock in the morning.

Suddenly, he could clearly feel the remaining mattress sinking a lot.

The key point is that he didn't hear the sound of the door opening or footsteps before that. It was as if a person appeared out of nowhere and jumped onto the bed.

Yang Mei closed his eyes and did not move. His breathing frequency was no different from when he was asleep. He planned to see what this guy who climbed onto the bed would do next.

Unexpectedly, without any warning, Yang Mei felt something cold pressed against his lips, and then a long and thin object entered his mouth.

After tasting a slightly sweet taste, Yang Mei lost consciousness.

What the hell, what’s going on?

The next morning, Yang Mei sat up from the bed and pounded the bed in anger.

"What's going on?" Draco was startled by him.

"…It's okay, I just had a very annoying dream." Yang Mei touched his nose and chose not to tell the truth, because he felt it was embarrassing to be tricked by someone.

It's night again.

This time, Yang Mei simply didn't pretend to be asleep. She leaned against the head of the bed with her eyes open, waiting leisurely.

He wanted to see if that person dared to come again.

Same time, same place.

This time Yang Mei saw clearly that the person who climbed into bed in the middle of the night did not come in through the door, so naturally there was no sound of the door opening.

He watched with his own eyes as a door appeared silently on the wall near his bed, just like ripples on the water, and out of it came a... handsome snake? !

It is indeed this guy!

This scheming snake specially cast a levitation spell on itself, thus avoiding the sound made by its tail rubbing against the ground.

The two people looked at each other, and neither spoke at first.

Yang Mei slowly narrowed his eyes as he looked at the uninvited guest who entered his and Draco's dormitory.

The familiar dark black snake tail had gold patterns, and the upper body was wearing a dark green shirt with heavy embroidery and gems on it. Even a beggar would look like a noble in such clothes.

The long black hair that was seen before was now tied loosely behind his back by his owner with a silk scarf, and his deep face, as if carved by a knife or an axe, had a little more color than before.

But this superior and perfect appearance was overshadowed by those thrilling bloodshot eyes.

The dark red eyelashes fluttered twice, and Morsus was rarely embarrassed: "You, haven't slept yet?"

"Yeah, waiting for you." Yang Mei smiled faintly.

Maybe it was because she was wearing soft home clothes, maybe it was because he was in a position that people easily associate with "bed", or maybe it was because "beauty looks more charming under the light".

In short, Morsus's Adam's apple slid up and down uncontrollably.

Admit it, he is the old pervert who has ulterior motives and has had plans for a long time.

"Really?" Morsus said as he was about to move closer to Yang Mei.

"Stand there and don't move." Yang Mei's clear voice carried an attitude that did not brook refusal.

Morsus was stunned, but still stopped his tail obediently.

"Tell me, what's going on with this door?" Yang Mei asked, pointing behind him.

"Behind this door leads to Slytherin's exclusive lounge, which can only be opened by people of Slytherin blood. As for this passage, I just opened it not long ago." Morsus looked calm, as if this would make people ignore the immoral things he had done.

"Can the passage in the castle be opened up so easily?"

"This castle was originally Slytherin's private property. Later, the four founders wanted to open a magic school. Salazar donated this castle as the location of the magic school." Morsus said proudly, "Private property has been made public, so the old owner should be given some privileges."

Yes, that's true. After he reminded her, Yang Mei also remembered the ownership of Hogwarts Castle.

"So you abused your power for personal gain, and with Draco and I's permission, you opened a passage leading to our dormitory!" A dangerous light flashed in Yang Mei's eyes.

He got out of bed barefoot. The floor was covered with thick, soft carpets, so he wasn't afraid of catching a cold.

Yang Mei walked up to Morsus and poked his chest with her slender white fingers: "What do you want to do? Climbing into bed, stealing kisses, poisoning?! Lord Dark Lord, are you using the same tricks on someone else before and now using them on me?"

Morsus never thought that his beloved would have such a guess. How could this be possible? !

He quickly explained: "That's not the case! How can I use it on others? That's not the case at all! In the past few decades, I have only been thinking about how to expand the Death Eaters' territory. I have no other thoughts at all!"

Yang Mei looked at the man in front of her who was almost swearing, and did not indicate whether she believed it or not, but just raised the corner of her eye slightly.

To Morsus, this reaction meant that the other party didn't believe him!

Decades ago, before the Death Eaters were formed, Tom Riddle used his superior physical body to achieve his goals.

But that was just a casual act, and we never did anything shameless with real guns.

The decades of pursuit of power and immortality were basically a thing of the past life. Now the Dark Lord, who had changed his name to Morsus Slytherin, just wanted to have a heartfelt love affair.

The problem is that he has never put his heart into it, nor has he done any research in this area, and now he doesn't know how to proceed.

What's worse is that he feels like he is going to die before he even accomplishes his mission!

Yang Mei glanced at him twice, then turned back and sat down beside the bed.

"I'm quite surprised. Not that you like me, but I'm surprised at your beastly nature." Yang Mei smiled playfully, "Do you know how old I am this year? I'm not even fourteen yet, and you're actually horny towards me?"

Morsus felt a little hot behind his ears.

It would be better if he didn't talk about this kind of thing. If someone told others about it, he would feel like a beast.

"I didn't mean to do anything to you..."

"You've climbed into bed, stolen kisses, and poisoned me, and you still say you don't want to do anything?" Yang Mei rolled her eyes, "What else do you want to do?"