MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 37 Midnight Sneak

Well, what I wrote recently is considered an attempt. Let's see if I, a junior magician, can write a good emotional drama.

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On September 19, 1992, at night, the moon and stars were sparse, and everything was quiet.

This day is just an ordinary day for most people, and things that happen on this day are also ordinary, such as Harry's routine deduction of points in Potions class, Neville being locked out of the door because he forgot his password, and so on.

Neville himself can't remember how many times he forgot the password to open the door. Since last semester, this kind of thing has happened almost every week. Like many other things, Neville has gradually gotten used to it.

Neville is not stupid, at least he is prepared for the frequent occurrence of forgetting the password. Sometimes, all you need is a pen and a notebook, and forgetfulness is just more troublesome, not a disaster.

Of course, this method didn't always work. Sometimes, Neville would forget where he kept his little notebook that remembered various things, just like now.

Rushing through all his pockets, Neville still found nothing. It was eleven-thirty at midnight, and the Fat Lady was still there, but Neville didn't have the password, and he still couldn't get into the Gryffindor common room. During the day, Neville left the book in the classroom and didn't remember it until he started doing his homework, so he left the common room, but after coming out he forgot which classroom he left the book in...

If an ordinary person encounters such a situation, he will definitely hit his head against the wall in frustration, but Neville has long been used to it. He knows that hitting the wall is meaningless. He just starts to remember where he went that day, which classrooms, Hope to find out.

At this point, you can probably guess what will happen to him next.

Neville couldn't remember where he went today, except for the auditorium and the Potions classroom...

Neville couldn't remember what classes he took today, except for Potions...

Neville can't remember that no one teased him today, except for the twins and Draco...

Neville can't remember...

…

There are too many things Neville can't remember, but there are a few things he remembers very well. For example, there is a way to help him find a lost book. Neville gave this method a name—

A fool's search.

Neville spent three hours searching all the classrooms at Hogwarts. In fact, it's not all. His luck was finally a little better. When he checked to the fourth floor, he found his lost book. Otherwise, it would take three hours to search all the classrooms.

Neville could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and then he just had to go back to the Gryffindor common room, spend a little more time completing the assignment on the history of magic assigned by Professor Binns, and you're done.

Then, as said at the beginning, he was locked out of the common room.

If an ordinary person encounters such a situation, he will definitely slam his head against the wall in frustration, but Neville has long been used to it, he knows that hitting the wall is meaningless. It's not that he hasn't encountered this situation before, and he's used to it. Considering that most people go to bed at this time, the common room is definitely empty. Neville looked left and right, found a position where he felt he was fine, sat down, leaned his back against the wall, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep here for the night.

Sai Weng lost his horse, how could he know it was not a blessing.

How to sing a song... God loves stupid children!

If you describe it in words, the scene at that time should be like this—

At this time, the light came from in front of him, as if lightning broke through the dark clouds, and someone walked towards Neville.

"Da da da…"

Neville's ears moved a few times, and he could hear it. It was the stomping sound of girls wearing round-toed leather shoes walking on the marble floor. Coming here at this time... Neville opened his eyes, eager to see a familiar face.

There are times in one's life when one feels that he has seen the door of the angel open. Neville waited for twelve years, and at the moment of his worst, the door finally opened.

The angel who walked in glanced around, his eyes like knives.

This person's light was too dazzling, it was too dazzling, the description Neville left in the little book afterwards was—

Can't look straight!

She has neatly combed pink shoulder-length hair, a dark green robe, and a small moon-white silk shirt. Her face cannot be seen clearly, but she must be very beautiful. The bangs on her forehead are a little long and can only be seen vaguely. Those bright blue eyes like mirrors... This girl may not be much taller than Neville, but the pressure on her body makes Neville feel weak. Fortunately, he is sitting on the ground now, so he doesn't have to worry about embarrassment.

"Why do you sleep here?" the girl asked.

"…"

Neville was so nervous that he couldn't even speak. It was autumn, and the night wind was blowing in from the window.

She was probably a little dissatisfied with Neville's response, the girl frowned slightly, she glanced at the closed door, as if she understood something, and said speechlessly: "I see, you forgot the password to open the door again. already."

Neville nodded quickly, he was a little curious, he had no impression of this girl, but from his words and deeds, he seemed to know Neville.

"I'm a freshman in the first year of this year."

The girl introduced herself, but to Neville's disappointment, she didn't say her name. This is not a big problem, just wait until tomorrow to ask someone else, after all, it is an academy, and there should be many opportunities to contact in the future...

In this short period of time, Neville's brain was running several times faster than usual, and everything he thought was about the girl in front of him.

"Look at your wrist. You didn't bring a notepad when you went out today, so you wrote down a lot of things on your wrist."

The girl reminded that Neville was stunned for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves, and actually found a bunch of text on his wrist, including the password to open the door.

"How did you know?"

Without answering this question directly, the girl looked at Neville and said lightly, "It's almost twelve o'clock. If you don't go in again, the fat lady may go back to rest."

It seemed that the girl's words contained mysterious magic. Neville obediently stood up, walked to the door and opened the door with a password. He didn't go in right away, but turned to look at the girl, and it wasn't until the girl walked towards him, past him into the Gryffindor common room, that Neville seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Humph, as long as you enter this door, it's hard to fly with your wings attached!"

If Asker was here, this should be what he thought. Neville's thoughts were very simple. His heart was full of gratitude. What was he grateful for? Naturally, he was grateful for letting him meet this girl tonight.

"Thank goodness, she is really a student of our college!"

With a smile on Neville's honest face, he turned around and was about to thank the woman, but the common room was empty and no one was there.

Maybe she has already gone back to rest. After all, it's not too early. Neville used this reason to convince himself that, although a little disappointed, it was good that things weren't going as badly as they used to. At the very least, a first impression that isn't too bad, isn't it?

Ten seconds later, Neville felt that he was too happy, because he found that he had left the book he finally found outside again!

This unlucky boy...

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Sneaking into Gryffindor's common room is easier than Asker thought. Compound potions and phantoms are always necessary for camouflage sneaking. Today, he was lucky enough to meet Neville at the door. This time The step of opening the door can be omitted.

Well, yes, that pink-haired girl was one of Asker's vests.

It's not the first time for Asker to use the compound potion to become a girl. It's like playing a role-playing game. Asker is obviously very involved. From the walking posture to the tone of speech, he is imitating the shell of the shell. The original owner, try not to leave any flaws.

Under the cover of the Illusory Charm, Ask successfully sneaked into the girls' bedroom area. On the spire in the Gryffindor bedroom area, the girls were on the left and the boys were on the right. Because of the time, no one was walking outside at this time. Ask smoothly touched the door of Hermione's bedroom, stopped, put his ear to the door, and listened to the movement in the room.

At this time, there are fifteen minutes before midnight.

Because they are more concerned about their own appearance, girls always sleep much earlier than boys. After all, "staying up late will cause wrinkles", "staying up late will cause acne", "staying up late will affect physical development" and so on. very welcome.

If at this time, there was another girl who didn't fall asleep, it must be Hermione.

There are still 15 minutes and 900 seconds before midnight. It only takes 9 times for UU to read www.uukanshu.com to count from 1 to 100. At that time, the day will end, and the next day is September 20, 1992. ,Sunday.

For Hermione, it was a day when the weather was unknown, but the mood must have been very bad.

"Dong, dong, dong~"

The slight knock on the door sounded no less than Lei Zhen. Although she had already rejected that possibility in her heart, subconsciously, Hermione still hoped that it might be true. Gently lifting the quilt, Hermione tightened her pajamas without wearing any slippers. She stood on tiptoe and walked carefully like a tightrope walk from the roommates' beds to the door.

Covering her mouth, Hermione's heart was beating wildly, and the feeling in her heart was very complicated. No matter how powerful the author was, he couldn't use words to describe what kind of mood it was.

Hermione looked forward to it, but was afraid that it was just an illusion, nothing.

The knock on the door disappeared, and it didn't sound again for a long time. Maybe, this was really just an illusion, an auditory hallucination caused by excessive tension and anticipation...

Hermione's heart began to chaotic, as if Neville flashed countless thoughts about the girl in his mind at that moment, Hermione was thinking of a person at this time, perhaps because his brain was much stronger than Neville's. , Hermione thinks more, the more she thinks, the more chaotic her heart becomes, the more chaotic her heart becomes, the more she can't control herself not to think wildly...

Just when Hermione was at a loss, a voice broke the silence. The voice of the person that Hermione had talked about countless times passed through the wooden door and flowed into Hermione's heart.

"Hey, my princess, how long are you going to let the prince stand outside?"