MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 31 Death Note?

The future is bright, but the road is tortuous.

There's no doubting the validity of this statement, at least Harry's experience last school year has proved it, but when Snape appeared like a ghost behind them, he declared his own with his dark, cold tone. When it existed, Harry suddenly felt that this sentence should be revised.

The future may not be bright, but the road must be tortuous.

Harry and Ron were taken away by Snape, which only a few people noticed, including Asker who was looking for Snape everywhere. Touching his chin, Asker turned his head back and told Draco the news, who immediately smiled and shared the news with the other Slytherin students.

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred, never underestimate the efficiency of word of mouth, the most primitive way of transmitting information. Soon the entire Hogwarts students knew that there were two poor people who were going to have bad luck.

"Hahaha, they will definitely be fired!"

Draco's words are also the thoughts of many students. These students are basically Slytherin Academy, and the last scene of last year's Academy Cup has seriously damaged their self-esteem. For Gryffindor's hero, Slytherin's mortal enemy, the attitude of the latter will definitely not be friendly, and their Dean Snape gave them a breath, and these students have a high degree of favorability towards the Dean. rose one level.

"If they were expelled, last year's Academy Cup would have been ours."

Asker poured a bowl of cold water on Draco, but it didn't calm him down, instead it stimulated him even more. Pushing his glasses lightly, Ask looked at Dumbledore who had already left, and said slowly, "Tsk tsk, Dumbledore has been alarmed... Our dear Dean has done something wrong."

"Wrong thing?" Draco asked in confusion. If it was him, I'm afraid he would have notified Dumbledore as soon as possible to testify. Moreover, only the headmaster has the power to expel students, and it is impossible to bypass Dumbledore if you want to expel students.

"Don't forget, Dumbledore was the one who gave Gryffindor extra points last year, and he is a Gryffindor himself." Asker turned to look at Draco, "This matter itself can be big or small, If there are only two of them, the Dean and Professor McGonagall, then those two will definitely be unlucky, because any punishment proposed by the Dean will be accepted by Professor McGonagall. The end, that is to say, it is not the official start of the school, and their actions may not be included in the rewards and punishments for this year."

"This……"

Draco was stunned, he really couldn't accept the result, but Asker's words made sense. His reaction was also representative of that of most Slytherin students, whose faces slowly faded, replaced by disappointment and exasperation.

"If you were the dean, what would you do?"

Asker looked up, and the Slytherin prefect spoke. I haven't seen each other for a summer vacation, and Gemma is even more beautiful. She doesn't know when to take off her glasses. There is no lens to cover, and a pair of bright mirror-like eyes are staring at Asker.

"Me?" Asker smiled, but his words had a gloomy undertone. "If I deal with this matter, it will not be as simple as dismissal."

Jiama smiled slightly, but her tone was not friendly at all, as if provocative, "In this way, you are much more powerful than the dean."

Although the voice was not loud, the Slytherin students could hear it clearly. They looked at Asker at the same time, trying to find his true thoughts and answers from the indifference on his face.

"certainly."

Ask raised his head, his eyes were level with Gemma, still with that lazy and indifferent expression, as if what Gemma said before could not interest him at all. His eyes were sloppy, as if he had just woken up from sleep, but he felt arrogant, and no one of the people present could make him shake his eyebrows.

"Hehe, they're back."

Hearing this, all the students turned their heads in unison, and they saw their beloved Dean followed the smiling Dumbledore back to the professorship with a face full of resentment. After a while, Professor McGonagall also came back. Although he still had that serious expression, he was a little more happy than before.

The answer is already clear.

Asker took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and then put his hands under his arms, resting his head on his arms, staring at the table in a daze. During his time in a daze, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Gilderoy Lockhart, introduced himself. He has many fans at Hogwarts, most of them girls, so he received applause. And welcome perhaps the most in recent years.

However, none of this has anything to do with Ask.

When dinner came, it was as plentiful as ever, but Asker had no appetite at all, and was still lying there motionless, which was in stark contrast to the other students.

Draco patted Asker, the latter's eyes widened a bit and turned to look at him. Although he didn't say anything, the expression on his face was undoubtedly a "?"

"Ask, are you feeling unwell?"

Asker nodded, "There are always a few days in a month."

Draco froze, "I don't think we're talking about the same thing."

"I'm very pure."

"..." Draco rolled his eyes, "What the **** is going on? Isn't tonight's dinner to your taste? I remember your appetite has always been good..."

Asker's answer was simple, clear and targeted.

"It's too late to eat at noon."

"..."

Sending Draco away, Asker continued to lie on his stomach. Although he is not very hungry now, there is another reason for his lack of appetite, and that is, there is one thing that attracts his full attention, so that he does not have any appetite. Not in the mood to eat. He pulled out his left hand at some point and put it in his left pocket. It wasn't the storage pocket, and there was only a black notebook in it. Ask's hand was on the notebook, and the dark mark on his wrist was emitting a faint glow. The snake seemed to have life, twisting gently, as if it wanted to leave his wrist.

Although it looks like he is dozing on the surface, Ask is actually communicating with a "thing" at this time, and he seems to be having a good time and satisfaction.

"... After chatting for so long, I still don't know your name." Ask said, but the only thing he could hear was the notebook in his pocket, "It's really interesting, a book with its own thoughts, I haven't had a long time with... ...whatever you are, I had a great time chatting with you."

"My name... you can call me **."

"**? Write someone else's name on it, and that person will die?"

"...I think we may not be talking about the same thing."

After receiving a negative answer, Asker was much less interested, "Then what exactly are you?"

"** is my name, that's all. This is the name given to me by the previous owner. He thinks it's a cool name." The black notebook seemed helpless. It's just a nightmare for a child who is overwhelmed, and my body and mind have been severely damaged. Especially that kid always said 'it's not me, it's the world', 'I want to be the **** of the new world', ' I'm the righteous, these words are on his lips, and he can say it so naturally, he can't bear it when he just thinks about it and makes his skin goosebumps ashamed!"

Asker touched his chin, something that could be named "Dark History" flashed in his mind, laughed dryly, and asked the next question: "Who was your last master?"

The Black Notebook replied succinctly: "I can't say this, and I don't want to go back to that terrible history."

"That's it..." Ask replied, and then asked, "Besides having your own thoughts and being able to communicate with others, what else is special about you?"

"I know everything!"

Asker smiled darkly, "Okay, then tell me who your last master was?"

"..." The black notebook was silent for a while, then sighed, "It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I can't say it."

"Can I understand that you are not omniscient?"

"..."

"Okay, don't brag about it, let's be honest, what's so special about you?"

Black Notebook interprets what it means to be a dead duck with practical actions, "Besides the incident just now, I still know a lot of things."

Ask sneered, "Yes, then tell me, what color is Dumbledore's shirt today?"

"..." The black notebook silently closed his mouth, and then asked unwillingly: "Can't you ask some normal questions? Why are you interested in the color of a bad old man? Can I? Understand that there is something wrong with your aesthetics and sexual orientation?"

"Cut~www.novelbuddy.com~ Obviously you don't know the answer!" Asker pushed back unceremoniously.

"Okay, you forced me!" The black notebook was very angry, as if it had to store up gas before zooming in, it held back for a long time, then squeezed out the answer, "That bad old man... white!"

Asker suddenly sat up, and then stared at Dumbledore with a look that was wretched and penetrating to outsiders. Dumbledore was aware of such a blatant look, and looked towards him suspiciously. When he came into contact with Asker's sight, even Dumbledore had a heart palpitation and twisted his body subconsciously.

Black Notebook sighed: "...I met another very unreliable owner, who was actually GAY..."

"Hehe, I know what you're thinking." Ask suddenly sneered, "You can give an answer casually, anyway, I can't really take off Dumbledore's pants to see his color, so I think Deceive me, there is no door!"

"But this at least proves that you are a GAY and have a very strong taste!"

Ignoring the black notebook's counterattack, Ask touched his chin, his eyes suddenly became obscene and obscene. He swayed, laughed a few times, and said in a very kind tone: "How about we test it in a different way?"

"...I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please don't do any more tests!"

"The question is very simple, what is Jama's measurements? You have to answer carefully, and I will use practical actions to verify whether your answer is correct!"

"...Shameless and indecent..."