HP: Let professors walk towards the light

"boom!"

"Oh! What happened? Have you eaten yet? Ah, it's still dark..."

Ron, who was awakened by the noise, looked at the darkness outside the window and fell asleep again.

On the contrary, Harry, the noise maker who bumped into the bedpost, couldn't sleep at all.

Hermione had said before that in the wizarding world, nothing strange was strange. Even though he had been looked down upon because of his weird Parseltongue, he eventually got an explanation from Dumbledore - Voldemort had left a kind of magic on him.

But now, he felt a little strange.

He just killed a man.

But no, because he was obviously sleeping,

So it was very strange! He even felt the flow of magic driven by the killing curse, the dark environment, the strange perspective and the terrified expression of the victim. No dream could be more real than this! He was very sure that this was definitely in the category of strangeness!

The next day, Harry appeared in everyone's sight with dark circles under his eyes.

"Look at you Potter. Hey! Potter, did you go on a date with your lover at night? Look at the state you are in. I remind you to remember to retreat to your bed during the Triwizard Tournament and never come out to tarnish the image of Hogwarts."

Draco and a group of people passed by Harry, poked the people around him with his elbow, raised his eyebrows and admired Harry's ugly appearance. Even though he was already quite a distance away, his sneer mercilessly entered Harry's ears.

"He is impressive, but are there so many people in Slytherin? He follows Malfoy like a chicken every day. Don't let him be embarrassed in the end."

Ron looked at the crowd of people who finally disappeared around the corner. He couldn't believe it. Was Malfoy so popular? All the Slytherins were there. It was like the little devil and his little "Death Eaters".

"Are you really okay? Harry, I mean you do look so haggard, and to be honest I was pretty scared this morning." Ron turned to look at Harry again.

"I never said it was okay, at least not today." Harry yawned loudly.

"Harry, Ron!"

Hermione jumped down the stairs. They had agreed to go to the lawn to bask in the sun and practice Transfiguration. Their task had been upgraded from turning a hedgehog into a pinprick to turning a hedgehog into a teacup dog.

"Oh my God! What happened, Harry? Why did you become like this?" Hermione slammed on the brakes and looked at Harry with wide eyes, then asked Ron with her eyes. Ron tilted his head and shrugged with an "I don't know" look on his face.

"Let's go. I just can't sleep. I can guarantee that I only slept for less than two hours last night. I had a very terrible dream. I'm afraid I can only get a little comfort by explaining it in the dream."

Harry's eyelids drooped and he felt like he would fall asleep at any moment if Ron hadn't pulled him away.

"Nightmare? I can understand, but it's just a dream. Don't think too much about it. Let's go to Black Lake quickly. There are many people practicing Transfiguration there."

Hermione walked like the wind and found a nice open space for the three of them. However, with such a nice open space and such comfortable sunshine, Harry put aside practice and got a good sleep.

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Today is a big day.

Because Hogwarts welcomed guests from two other European magic schools.

Merlin could tell that the whole of Hogwarts had been talking about the Triwizard Tournament these days: whether the boys from Beauxbatons would wear skirts, whether the girls from Durmstrang would be as strong as bears, who would be the Hogwarts champion in the Triwizard Tournament, how the students who had been seriously injured in the Triwizard Tournament were doing now, and so on.

At least today, the students of Hogwarts know that the boys of Beauxbatons don't wear skirts, and the girls of Durmstrang are also normal. However, it is worth mentioning that the elegant Beauxbatons only wore silk, so they were frozen like newborn chicks in Hogwarts.

But the whole of Hogwarts welcomed them, including the polished armor and floors.

After that day, the topic became unified as: who will be selected for the Warriors.

However, there are two people who are not interested in these.

Well, it seems that I am not uninterested.

In the basement office, Snape pulled his black robe closer, crossed his arms and looked at Lena.

"What's wrong? You've been looking at me like this for a long time. Did I wear the wrong clothes today?"

Reina stopped preparing the wolfsbane potion - because when she sneaked into the headmaster's office to sort out her memory, she recalled the details of the wolfsbane potion that she and Severus had improved. Coincidentally, it was almost the full moon, and Lupin wrote to them asking for the potion.

"I don't know... Can you tell me for sure that you will not do petty thefts like you did before in this Triwizard Tournament?"

Snape quietly felt his arm, yes, he felt the subtle change of the Dark Mark, just as he remembered it, this was a sign that Voldemort was recovering.

He needed to confirm again and again that the person in front of him would not do something stupid again like before, or even hide it from him.

Reina couldn't help laughing.

"Of course, I promise."

"Based on the information I have, the credibility of your guarantee is very low. Do you need me to list the memories we have in common? Or your crimes?"

Snape's brows furrowed even deeper. Even at this moment, he still felt deeply uneasy for no reason. He could only keep secretly keeping an eye on Rena, constantly confirming that she really didn't do anything stupid again.

For example, on the day the cold wave came, Reina caught a cold and had a headache. She didn't even go to the medical wing and was directly detained in the potion office by Snape, for three days, making her drink the perfect-level potion made by Snape himself.

And even if she really just had a cold, Snape gave her a daily physical examination.

"You called me here as soon as you were free. Even if I had an idea, I probably wouldn't have the time to do anything..."

"Have you really thought about doing something?" Snape's face darkened even more, and he squeezed out a word from his tightly closed mouth with a look of disapproval.

"Of course not! Okay, I was just joking, Severus are you too nervous?"

Reina walked up to him and raised her wand.

"Well, I promise you, the tournament will go on normally, of course, provided that there is no little Barty hiding in the corner of Hogwarts."

"I won't be nervous." Snape closed his eyes and took a long breath, "It would be best if there were no accidents."

They hadn't found the "father's bones" needed for the resurrection ritual yet, which meant that this plan would definitely fail. He really wanted to just pour a pot of poison into Potter's blood and then not care how Voldemort stole his blood.

I hope that Potter doesn't cause trouble again, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and curse him, and also the black dog!

Since the tournament began selecting heroes, a black dog can be seen wandering around the school every day. Didn't Dumbledore give him a task? If he has nothing to do, why not let him sniff "father's bones"? Bones and dogs are a perfect match.