After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Harry showed great importance to this. He immediately sat up straight and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

"I personally believe that in order to successfully cast a corporeal Patronus Charm, one should not be limited to just recalling happy memories. It is both unreasonable and inhumane to ask a person to recall his happy memories in a desperate situation.

Rather than happiness, perhaps anxiety and anger are more appropriate.

Since the Patronus Charm is meant to protect, it is not just about protecting yourself, but also about protecting the people you want to protect.

If someone you care about is about to be killed by a Dementor, wouldn't you rather have a strong desire to protect him or her?"

Yang Mei felt that she was a truly qualified and good teacher who could guide students patiently and patiently.

Then he saw Harry quickly glance at Draco, his face turned a little redder, but his eyes became more determined.

Yang Mei: ??? What are you looking at?!

Something fishy.

Draco was eating and drinking when he suddenly felt as if someone was seeing him, so he looked up.

"Is something wrong?"

Harry shook his head frantically.

Yang Mei held her forehead with her hand: "It's okay, just eat yours."

"Okay." Draco naturally believed Yang Mei 100%.

"Okay, let's try again!" Yang Mei spoke to break the strange atmosphere.

The Dementors were released from the box again, and this time Harry was more determined to fight than before.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A sturdy, silver-white stag leaped out from the tip of the wand and pounced on the Dementor.

The Dementor met its nemesis, and its figure immediately became somewhat illusory, and was finally pressed back into the big iron box.

“Good job!” Yang Mei felt that he really had a talent for being a teacher. Without his explanation and guidance, would this person be able to summon a physical guardian angel so quickly?

After the Patronus had been learned, Harry should leave.

Before he left, Yang Mei said to him meaningfully: "It is better to give the live map to the right person. We must let those who can take care of other people know that Peter Perum is in the castle."

Harry mused.

After Harry left, Yang Mei and Draco also walked out of the underground classroom and went to Snape's office.

We are all in the same boat, so we naturally have to share any news we have.

Otherwise, the poor and lonely Professor Snape would be too pitiful.

He was clearly where most of the events took place, but he always got the news later than Celeste and Lucius.

If it were in the past, it could be said that it was because his position was unclear, but now he has clearly confirmed his position, so Yang Mei and Draco have also reflected on it privately, and if there is any news, they must remember to find Snape to get angry.

When Snape learned that Peter Perrum was not dead and was hiding in the castle, a variety of emotions flashed through his mind in an instant.

There is anger, realization, regret, and uncontrollable sarcasm.

"In the final analysis, they trusted the wrong person." Snape's eyes churned for a while and said, "Whether it was Sirius Black or Peter Perum, what difference does it make? They were all betrayed by their friends.

To be honest, I never understood how Remus Lupin and Peter Pellume got to hang out with Sirius Black and James Potter.

Living in the same dormitory should be an important reason. People tend to establish close relationships more easily with those they live with.

But leaving that aside, Black and Potter are pure-blood nobles, while Lupin and Perrum are half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards respectively. Even if their origins are not taken into account, their temperaments are not compatible. "

"Half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards are unacceptable. In everyone's eyes, they are exclusive to Slytherin. Black and Potter hate Slytherin in their hearts. Even if it is just to prove that their brave and kind Gryffindor is completely different from the evil Slytherin, it is enough for them to accept Lupin and Perum." Yang Mei was half lying on the sofa, with her long legs crossed and shaking.

"Assuming that they think so at first, over time, they will naturally get used to having someone help them do the dirty and tiring work. It would be a waste to have two errand boys." Yang Mei was a little drowsy and talked about whatever came to her mind.

"Remus Lupin looked like a simple and honest man. Every time Black and Potter came to trouble me, he would symbolically dissuade them. Everyone he met said that he was kind.

But the fact is, he never succeeded in dissuading them." Snape sneered.

"It's just a natural and inevitable bad habit, and Peter Pellum is the same.

There were two of them, one was a werewolf who was afraid of the light, and the other was Pettigrew, who was timid and cowardly, just like his Animagus form.

If they weren't hanging out with Black and Potter, how would they have the chance to bully others?"

"After saying so much nonsense, what I really want to say is, Severus, instead of letting Lupin catch Peter Pellum, why don't you grab the credit?" Yang Mei forced herself to open her eyelashes, but still couldn't help yawning. Her raven-black eyelashes were stained with water vapor and became wet. "Even if it's not for the so-called credit, it's also nice to go and see the excitement of your former mortal enemies."

Snape didn't say anything, but just urged Yang Mei and Draco to go back to their own dormitory and sleep.

Yang Mei was already bleary-eyed, so she had no choice but to let Draco lead the way.

"I noticed that you went to bed on time these past few nights. Could it be that you went out to steal in the middle of the night when I wasn't paying attention?" Draco looked at his friend suspiciously.

"Nonsense!" Even if Yang Mei was so sleepy that she was about to faint, she would never let herself take the blame!

"Then what's going on with you?" Draco was puzzled. "Come to think of it, my sleep quality has been unusually high these past few days. I slept soundly all night until dawn. Although I slept soundly before, I never slept as soundly as I have these days."

"Well, that's good~" Yang Mei's voice sounded like it was floating in the air.

Draco shook his head helplessly and stopped talking to him, but quickened his pace.

……

The day the accident happened was no different from any other day, and was even brighter.

"There is only one class today, which is Herbology with Gryffindor." Draco was adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror.

Yang Mei walked out of the bathroom: "That's great. If the weather is good, we can also have a picnic by the Black Lake."

There was no sunlight in the Slytherin dormitory, but his intuition told him that today would be a good day.

Today's herbal medicine class is held in Greenhouse No. 3 on the hillside.

"Well, students. It's nice to see you all on such a nice day.

There is only one task in this class today, and that is the Babo tuber pus!" Professor Sprout said cheerfully.

The Babo tuber is an extremely ugly magical plant. It does not look like a plant, but more like a black, slimy slug.

When they emerge vertically from the soil, they will wriggle slightly and have many shiny pustules on their bodies.

If you squeeze the pustules with your hands, you will get a sticky, yellow-green pus with a pungent smell of petroleum, which is a combination of many disgusting factors.

But the concentrated water of the Babo tuber is a very valuable potion material that can be used to treat stubborn acne.

Come to think of it, it can cure acne!

Maybe it is not so attractive to boys, but for girls who always love beauty, let alone a little concentrated water, even if they are asked to directly smear the unprocessed babo tuber on their faces, they will definitely not say "no"!

Professor Sprout gave the young wizards some time to calm down before continuing, "Okay, kids, when squeezing the pustules of the Babo tuber, you must wear dragon leather gloves. You must know that direct contact with undiluted concentrated water can cause very common damage to the skin."

No one had any intention of disfiguring themselves, so everyone obediently put on their dragon-skin gloves.

Fortunately, the appearance and taste of the babo tuber are just a little disgusting, but it is actually very easy to handle, at least easier than repotting the mandrake.

After class, Yang Mei and Draco slowly walked down the hillside towards the Black Lake.

Harry walked behind the two of them, wondering if he had anything to say.

But before he could call out to Yang Mei and Draco, he was called out by Ron first.

"Harry! Wait, wait for me!" Ron chased after him breathlessly, holding his pet mouse in his arms.

At this time, they had already walked under the big tree beside the Black Lake.

"Ron? What's the matter?" Harry asked calmly.

Although she couldn't be best friends with Ron, they still had a friendship as classmates and it was still possible for them to be ordinary classmates.

Ron scratched his head habitually. "Nothing much. My mom just wrote to me and asked me to ask if you want to come to our house this summer vacation. You may not know that there is a big event during this summer vacation. The International Quidditch Tournament will be held in London this year. My dad got the tickets and can take us to watch the game. You, you can go too!"

Ron felt a little uncomfortable, the discomfort that came from discovering and admitting that he was a complete coward.

He really wanted to be good friends with Harry. He was always a little jealous, jealous of Harry's popularity. The young wizards at Hogwarts liked him, the professors liked him, even his parents liked him, especially his sister Ginny, who worshipped Harry like an idol.

If he stood nearby, others might not say anything, but they would definitely think he was Harry's little follower.

Why?

Furthermore, there were really too many dangers around Harry. He had been forced to go through so much in just two years at Hogwarts.

Ron was really scared. Harry had someone to protect him, but he didn't.

Until last year, when rumors started circulating that Harry was the heir of Slytherin...

All in all, it can be considered a different kind of telepathy. He now feels that he and Harry should just be ordinary classmates.

He is not capable of being Harry Potter's best friend, nor does he deserve to be Harry Potter's best friend.

Harry received the invitation out of the blue, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should accept it.

Of course he wanted to go to the Quidditch match, but he would probably be restricted if he went to the Weasleys' house.

While he was hesitating, the mouse in Ron's arms suddenly went crazy for some reason. It bit Ron's hand hard, then jumped to the ground and ran away.

Ron looked at his hand that was bleeding, a little dazed.

Two seconds later, he came to his senses. Although his hand was injured, he couldn't give up the mouse! The pet mouse Scabbers was one of the important assets of the Weasley family.

He didn't care why his pet bit people. "Scabby, come back!" Ron ran after it.

"Ron!" Harry shouted subconsciously, but he had no intention of chasing after him.

At this time, he and Yang Mei were standing in a higher place with Draco, and Ron happened to be running down the hillside, so they could see everything.

"That seems to be the direction of the Whomping Willow." Yang Mei said while looking over there.

It's not like that, that's the Whomping Willow.

The intertwined trunks appear in an upward spiral, and the huge crowns look like raised arms.

"Oh no! The Whomping Willow has a violent temper. Getting whipped by its branches is no joke." After thinking it over, Harry decided he couldn't just sit there and do nothing. He cast a speed-up spell on himself and ran over there.

"Ron, stop, you can't run that way!" Harry shouted.

The good news is that Ron caught the mad pet rat before he ever stepped into the Whomping Willow's attack range.

The bad news was that a big black dog appeared from nowhere and was approaching Ron silently.

The big black dog was not strong and was very dirty, but he looked ferocious and had a long drooling mouth.

A vicious dog or a hungry dog? Either one is difficult to deal with.

"Ron, run!" This dog was really scary. Harry didn't want to confront him head-on, so he decided to run away if he could.

Ron couldn't run anymore. He had just used up all his strength to chase the mouse. Now he was squatting there with the mouse in his hand, as if he was scared silly.

In these few seconds, Harry couldn't run to Ron, but the black dog could definitely run away.

The big black dog rushed towards Ron like a black tornado. Ron dodged to the side in panic and fell face down on the ground.

It's amazing that he still remembers to hold the mouse tightly in his hand at this time.

Just when Ron thought he was dead, the black dog didn't bite his throat, but his ankle, and dragged him towards the Whomping Willow.

The feeling of lying on the ground and being dragged by a dog is definitely not comfortable.

Ron was so frightened that he shouted at Harry frantically, "Help, Harry! Help me, Harry!"

Almost in an instant, Ron and the mouse in his hand were dragged into the hole under the whooping willow by the big black dog.

To be honest, if Harry hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have known there was a hole under the Whomping Willow!

Even at the beginning of the second grade, when he and Ron were driving to school and crashed into the Whomping Willow and were beaten by the Whomping Willow, he didn't notice it.