The Merlin Jazz left, but Klein didn''t have time

    A team of therapists from St. Mungo''s magic injury hospital occupied all his free time.

    If it weren''t for Severus Snape appeared with a cold face and solved the siege for him. He estimated that such entanglement would continue for a long time.

    "Don''t forget the confinement tonight."

    Intentionally or unintentionally separated the therapists from Klein. The beloved Dean was still so silent and smiling, pulling his face long.

    "Yes."

    Feeling the maintenance from the bottom of his heart, Klein smiled and nodded.

    "Hum."

    Seeing that the therapists had no courage to harass again, Snape snorted coldly and turned away.

    Klein also took the opportunity to get rid of the big trouble left by Mr. Alberto and wandered back to the Slytherin common room.

    A lot has happened today. He needs to digest and improve his plan with Dumbledore.

    And when the Merlin medal came to an end, he finally had time to go "there".

    Leaning comfortably on the carved chair, Klein smiled at the snake head relief on the stone wall.

    ......

    At the same time, Hogwarts restaurant.

    "Enjoy your last dinner in the castle, Potter."

    Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrows and Crabbe and Goyle laughed behind him.

    "Why, Malfoy, when you get back to the ground and you have a valet around, you have more courage?"

    Harry Porter''s cold mouth.

    This afternoon, he clashed with Draco because of Neville''s memory ball. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall made an exception to let him enter the Gryffindor Quidditch team because of his flying talent, otherwise

    He is likely to be expelled from school!

    Harry was even more angry at the thought.

    "Ha, angry?"

    As if he couldn''t see Harry''s eyes, Draco raised his pointed chin.

    "Well, I can give you a chance, Potter. I''m willing to compete with you personally and show you our gap.

    How about tonight? Only wands, no physical contact.

    I guess you haven''t heard of a duel between wizards. "

    "Of course he knows!"

    Ron on one side Weasley couldn''t help humming coldly.

    "Harry''s assistant is me. Who''s your assistant?"

    "Er..."

    After hearing this, Draco thought for a few seconds and finally pointed to the larger Crabbe.

    "Crabbe."

    He paused and then said.

    "Well, let''s meet in the prize showroom at midnight. Don''t be too scared to come out there without locking the door."

    "Wait and we''ll teach you a good lesson."

    With a stiff face, Ron was unwilling to show weakness and returned to Draco with a cruel word.

    "Good. See you then."

    At a fixed time, Draco didn''t want to say more. He left Gryffindor''s table with Crabbe and Goyle.

    "What is a wizard duel? What do you mean by being my assistant?"

    Harry didn''t ask Ron until Slytherin''s detractors were gone.

    "Oh, nothing. If you die, the assistant will go on."

    Ron answered lightly and continued to deal with the cold pie in the plate.

    "Dead?"

    Harry''s expression became wonderful when he heard a word.

    "Hey, don''t be afraid. We haven''t learned much magic yet. At most, we just put sparks on each other. No one will be hurt.

    But I thought you would refuse. "

    Ron held out his hand and gave Harry a relaxed smile.

    "What if I wave my wand and don''t respond at all?"

    Harry felt relieved after hearing Ron''s words, but soon he realized another trouble.

    He can''t do any magic!

    You can''t use the spell of turning matches into needles on Malfoy.

    "Then throw away the wand and punch the damn little white face!"

    Ron suggested with a bad smile.

    "Excuse me."

    Harry and Ron were discussing countermeasures. Suddenly, a girl''s voice sounded in their ears.

    "Gee, it''s" annoying "Granger."

    When Ron saw someone coming, he slipped his lips.

    Hermione ignored him and looked directly at Harry.

    "I overheard your conversation with Malfoy..."

    "Ha, I knew so."

    Ron whispered.

    "Wandering around the school at night, you must be crazy. Think about it. How many points will Gryffindor deduct if you are caught? You will be caught. You are too selfish!"

    "This... Has nothing to do with you."

    Harry didn''t know what to say, so he had to shake his head gently at Hermione.

    Looking at Ron, they got up and left the table at the same time.

    "I''ll stop you!"

    Angry and annoyed, Hermione stamped her feet and was in no mood to enjoy dinner again.

    She sat down angrily, her big eyes blinked a few times, as if she had made some determination.

    Late at night, 11:30.

    "I can''t believe you really did that!"

    Hermione, who was deliberately blocked at the door of Gryffindor''s common room, looked at Ron and Harry with a look of hatred. Her little face seemed to be cold and could form a layer of ice.

    "Why do you care about everything?"

    Ron snorted with dissatisfaction.

    Harry also felt that Hermione had gone too far. It was none of her business.

    "Let''s go."

    When there was no Hermione, Ron dragged Harry out of the hole in the lion''s yard common room.

    "I won''t let you deduct points for Gryffindor again. I don''t want you to spoil the scores you got from Professor McGonagall!"

    Whispering like an angry goose, Hermione unwittingly followed Harry and them out of the lion''s yard common room.

    "Go away!"

    Ron finally couldn''t stand the nagging in his ear. He angrily rejected the "annoying" Granger.

    Harry sighed and said nothing.

    "You, you..."

    It''s obviously kind, but it''s treated like this.

    Hermione felt wronged in her heart and her eyes were red.

    "Don''t blame me for not warning you when you are expelled from school tomorrow!"

    With that, she wanted to return to Gryffindor''s common room, but she was shocked to find that the fat lady on the entrance portrait was missing.

    "Ah!"

    Hermione exclaimed.

    The fat lady went to another portrait and ran through the door, that is to say

    She''s locked out and can''t go back!

    "What should I do?"

    She was a little flustered and hurried to ask Ron and Harry.

    "That''s your problem."

    Ron shrugged and looked helpless.

    "Why don''t you... Come with me?"

    Harry is still kind, said tentatively.

    "Da... Da... Da..."

    Before Hermione could answer, the three heard a series of footsteps.

    "Is that filch?!"

    Hermione was so frightened that she could not imagine the scene when she was expelled from school and got on the return train tomorrow.

    "No, not filch."

    Although they were frightened, Harry and Ron could barely calm down.

    Filch''s leather shoes are old and old. When stepping on the ground, they make a "creak" sound.

    If it wasn''t filch, then

    Who''s going to be in the castle so late?