Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin

"He also likes to talk to the portraits in the castle." Reggie added after a moment's thought. "And ghosts? Oh, I just bumped into him occasionally and seemed to be very interested in Lady Grey."

"Oh why?"

"I don't quite know why, sir. Probably just curious. At Hogwarts, many people know that Lady Grey is the daughter of one of the great Big Four, Ravenclaw, and maybe Senior Murseb just wants to change. Got, uh... wiser."

"Really? Wisdom?"

Reggie's eyes darkened, "To be honest, I don't know much about it, this is just my guess, you know, right? Professor."

Professor Dearborn nodded in understanding.

So Ridge went on to carefully consider the words, "I don't know about the other houses in the school, but in Slytherin, you know, because of Barrow, many people are more curious about Ms. Gray. Internally, There has always been a legend."

"What legend?" Dearborn asked quickly.

"About Ravenclaw's crown." Reggie spoke again. "Many people speculate that Ravenclaw's crown contains a treasure left to future generations by Lady Ravenclaw. Perhaps, Mulseb is also curious. That's why I've been trying to find Lady Grey."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes, and his hands that were lying flat on his knees clenched slightly, as if he was trying his best to resist some emotion.

"Sir, I think you probably know... I... I'm from the Lestrange family, and Senior Mulseb, his family is very similar to mine. But, for some—reasons... ...I always acted less likeable. Unlike Senior Mulseb, he always seemed to be very well-liked by the elders, which is why I used to envy him at parties So many people like it."

"Professor Dearborn, I think the reason why he can be recognized by everyone must be because he has enough wisdom. He should look for Ms. Gray to become smarter, and only such people have a desire for wisdom. will be stronger.”

Ridge raised his face slowly.

Professor Dearborn, clearly saw that there were no tears in the boy's eyes, but a sincere and tender look.

"I just envy Mr. Murseber for being liked by adults," he said. "Even my, my former father, liked him very much."

The voice fell.

The entire office fell silent.

Regis knew that his performance had already worked, and he always knew how to use their sympathy and compassion to lead the conversation in the direction he wanted to deal with such people.

Sure enough, he was not disappointed.

After a while, Professor Dearborn said again: "I think you're right, Reggie. So let's change our minds. Um...do you think this will work? We can refer to the past Gifts for him and see if he likes it. Do you know anyone else who has given him something?"

Oh, old fox.

"That's quite a lot, sir. After all, Senior Murseber's popularity is not bad."

"Like?"

"Well...let me think about it." Ridge took a sip from the cup.

"For example, his roommate gave him a copy of "The Curse of the Poisonous", and it seems that he is quite interested in it. Of course, Senior Murseb also gave him "Dark Power". And Rabastan.. ...hehe, they all seem to like these kinds of gifts. Flint gave him his delicious decoction of living hell, and Avery, who gave Senior Mulseb a parched hand."

"And then Nott, and the former senior Malfoy, etc., they will give each other some novel gadgets during festivals - it seems that senior Mulseb is also very satisfied with their gifts."

"Oh? It seems that many of Slytherin's students are very close to Mr. Murseber?" Professor Dearborn supported his head with one hand, and the prosthetic limb began to tap the table with his index finger rhythmically.

He looked interested. "I heard that Lucius Malfoy started a club in Slytherin, and Mr. Mulseb joined it. Is that true?"

"Yes, sir. But—" Ridge hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Professor," he said quickly.

Then, as if afraid of the other party's questioning, he asked back: "Sir, you seem to be very concerned about Senior Murseb, can I ask why?"

Wayne didn't expect his question. "I just thought he was a good little guy after hearing what you said. Even, from your description, he reminded me of my brother..."

This time he saw that the smile on Reggie's face was entirely respectful and polite.

Also, who would believe such a thing? Mulseb was a standard white man, and Dearborn had charcoal black skin—if his brother wasn't from Pharaoh, honestly, looking at Dearborn, it could be deduced that his brother had a relationship with Moore. Cerber is absolutely nothing like it.

"Like you, he was once a student of Slytherin." Professor Dearborn was a little unnatural to him, but he still tried his best to make up for it.

"He...is very good at divination. No, he was gifted - in the words of Professor Notre Dame at the time, he was the kind of man with a vision. It happened that Mr. Mulseb gave The gift to Professor Slughorn was also a book of divination, and I thought maybe their souls had many similarities."

"It turns out that your brother must be a great fortune-teller." Regis deliberately complimented, "If he is willing to come to Hogwarts to teach, I think he will have a good relationship with Senior Murceb."

"Yeah... It's a pity I don't have this chance."

Reggie showed a curious expression.

"He's gone," Dearborn said quietly.

For a split second, he thought he saw shock and sadness in the boy's eyes.

"Professor, I..." Regis looked a little overwhelmed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay, Reggie. It's a thing of the past." Dearborn turned his face out of the window, the setting sun dyed the sky blood red.

"this is not your fault."

The clouds in the distance gradually blurred, burning his eyes like fire.

"It's all my fault," Dearborn thought silently.

I thought I would be the invincible sword...

I promised to protect him forever, but what have I done? Poor Belt saw my end in the crystal ball early in the morning.....forest...blue fire.....dementors....but he didn't say anything. "

I should have thought, why would a gifted fortune teller choose to join the Auror?

Why does a person who believes in fate still try to rewrite the fate of others?

What's even more hateful is that the teacher they once trusted and admired most, Galadia Melles, actually encouraged this crazy idea...

He knew exactly what the price would be for us.

He came for me, but I abandoned him.

"It's not your fault," he repeated, like to Reggie, more like to himself.

"Since the day Belt - oh, that's my brother's name, left me, I swore I would never let a tragedy like this happen to anyone else. So, after receiving Dumbledore After the request, I came here."

Dearborn turned around and looked Regis in the eyes.

"As long as I'm still here, I'll do everything I can to protect each of you." He said word for word, "I like you very much, Reggie, and your good friends Anthony and Snape— They also reminded me of my old friends, and I believe you are all kind and good kids. …”

"Sometimes, I seem to feel that I see Bert and me in you....the shadow of the past. But Rigi, one day you will find that this world is not as dangerous as we thought. Always lurking around us. If you need help, I'm always there."

A trace of doubt and confusion flashed in Reggie's eyes, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Professor."

He stared at Professor Dearborn, puzzled, and said, "We're at Hogwarts—everyone knows that if there's any safety left, it's the safest place in the world. How can there be danger?"

"Good boy, those arrows in the dark are the most terrifying."

He saw a thoughtful look on Li Ridge's face, and his tone was heavy, "Dark shadows are everywhere. If you pay close attention, you should be able to find some unusual places."

He continued to talk sideways, "And Slytherin children seem to be naturally more sensitive in this regard, if you have ever been threatened-"

Before he finished speaking, Reggie suddenly stood up and almost knocked over the licorice box in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I should go." Regis said somewhat unnaturally, avoiding his eyes at the same time, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall.

"I had an appointment with Professor Slughorn before I came here to get some samples from his private storage room, but I'm too late now."

As he spoke, he stepped back to the door and put his fingers on the handle.

Want to talk?

I hang you.

"Rigi, wait! Rigi—"

"Thank you for your hospitality, sir," he said quickly. "I'm glad to have a good afternoon with you, but I'll have to go first, maybe next time... next time I have a chance. If so, I hope I can listen to your teachings with my friends."

Good brothers, of course share the blessings and share the difficulties.

The office door was hurriedly closed by him, and Dearborn looked at it with regret as it closed again.

"Am I being too hasty?" he asked himself, was it going too far to reveal those shady facts to a kid who was only in fourth grade?

But at least, he has made sure that Reggie must have noticed something, otherwise when he finally mentioned the threat, he would not have had such a big reaction...

"Maybe I should have chased after him, at least stopped him! But—" He slumped back in his chair, staring at the slender shadows cast by the curtains on the floor.

They are blown by the wind and dance like ghosts.

"There is still a chance." He comforted himself.

At least the child was not as resistant as he imagined, he was so pure in heart, he would definitely understand his good intentions.

He just needs a little time to digest.

As the twilight faded and the last ray of light outside the window faded, Dearborn struggled to hold up the right hand that did not belong to him and light the candle on the table.

The flame shook for a moment, and then he heard a knock on the door.

The sound was so soft, as if he would escape from the door in the next second.

Benedict.

Benedict.

Tuk Tuk

He walked to the door, turned the handle, and Reggie's handsome and determined face appeared before him again.

"Rigi, you..." Dearborn looked a little stunned.

"Sir, please don't ask me why." His eyes flickered, he looked very nervous, and his clenched fists showed that he couldn't bear it.

Yi Cai made up his mind, "Can you answer a few questions for me first?"

Dearborn heard his heart skip a beat.

"You ask," he said.

Reggie took another look behind her nervously and lowered her voice. "Professor... I heard from others that you worked at the Ministry of Magic, is that true?"

"That's true."

"Is it true that they say you came to Hogwarts not to teach a substitute, but to investigate something?"

Dearborn gave him a surprised look.

"Who told you that?"

"Professor, please don't ask me - is this true?" Regis asked in a low voice and hastily.

Dearborn thought for a moment.

"I can't tell you too much about this," he said cautiously. "All I can say is that I am now receiving a salary from the Ministry of Magic in addition to teaching."

He saw a look of relief on Reggie's face.

"Then, it makes sense..." Regis seemed to mutter to himself.

"No wonder there were Aurors at Hogwarts that night."

He should be referring to Roger, Dearborn thought.

"Rigi, do you have any questions?" he asked as gently as he could, for fear of scaring the boy away again. Intuition tells him that he

The clues that have been pursued for a long time are right in front of you.

"One more question, sir. You told me earlier that our conversation today would not come out of this room—is that promise still valid?"

"As long as you hope so~www.readwn.com~" Dearborn solemnly said, "and my promise that I will protect you, they will always be valid—if you are still worried, I am willing to make an unbreakable oath. . "

"No need, sir. I can trust you." After receiving his affirmative reply, Reggie slipped into the house and closed the door at the same time, moving as quickly as he had left a few minutes earlier.

"Professor, I want to confess something to you! Your words just now reminded me of some things that I thought were innocuous little things, but with your wisdom, you may be able to see more s things."

"I went to Professor Flitwick's office one night some time ago, so it was a bit late to go back to the lounge - but you should have heard that Mr. Filch is stricter, to avoid unnecessary trouble. , Later, I chose to take a shortcut. Then, I saw Senior Murceb arguing with people--"

"Oh? With whom? Why are they arguing?"

"I don't know, Professor. But the other guy looked disturbed, oh! I remember, he started to look like he was looking at Murceb's hand-to-hand ratio... Excuse me for using The word, fear? . . . and then I thought it would be rude to eavesdrop, so I stepped out and said hello to them."