Slowing down, Anna stood on tiptoe and passed the stairs on the basement floor, praying not to disturb Professor Qianmian who lived on this floor.

The empty stairwell and the stone stairs are always quiet and unusually quiet at this time. There is a faint scent of burning candles in the air, and you can hear your little leather shoes stepping on the stone stairs, which is not clear. sound.

Anna turned her face to the wall, carefully avoiding the little wizard who passed by along the way, for fear of meeting an acquaintance—

In this way, no matter how you look at it, it looks like you just went to the toilet and robbed.

The blue flowery cloth bag was not very much left in the dormitory, so she couldn't make a phone call and ask Belinda to come to answer it. First of all, there was no phone, and secondly, the pure-blooded lady Belinda didn't know how to answer the phone, which was too inconvenient.

Fortunately, it was getting late, and the flow of people in the public area decreased sharply at this time. In addition, there were not many little wizards in Hogwarts itself. After receiving two or three strange eyes, Anna came to the underground two inexplicably smoothly. hallway of the floor.

"Um?"

An acquaintance appeared.

Flint dragged his broomstick and was dressed in sports attire, brown breeches, black knee pads, dark gloves, unexpectedly not wearing Slytherin's signature green attire, and suspiciously wearing a red sweater that didn't fit properly. His old robes seemed to want to swim out at night and play Quidditch at night.

Anna guessed that he might be trying to make a quibble when he was discovered on a night tour—

\'Professor, you see clearly, I'm not wearing a green robe, I'm not a Slytherin student, I'm a Gryffindor! \'

But who doesn't know that Troll Flint is Slytherin's Chaser? He didn't even want to cover his face.

Ana complained in her heart, and quickly hid in an inconspicuous position in the corridor on the second basement floor, trying to avoid this walking troll.

"Ha! Marcus Flint!"

Obviously, the weirdly dressed Flint succeeded in attracting the attention of Hufflepuff Prefect Watt. He jumped out of the crack in the stone wall, looking like he had been in ambush here for a long time.

He stood in front of Flint, "It's going to be curfew soon, where are you going?"

Watt is tall and thin, and looks very "thin". He raised his hand and tried his best to look serious.

"This has something to do with you half a copper nut?" Flint didn't mean to stop at all, and raised his head roughly like a 'troll', exposing his nostrils to Watt.

"Cough, maybe you forgot," Watt's momentum was suppressed, "I have to remind you, I'm a prefect!"

"I'm still a chaser, Mr. Prefect," Flint rolled his eyes, stopped and started spraying venom, "what? It's an honor to be a professor's chaser, right?"

"Oh! I almost forgot," Flint stared into Watt's eyes, as if he had discovered something more fun than Quidditch, "don't you just like being a follower?"

"What?" Watt was a little angry, "Pay attention to your words! Flint, be careful that I deduct Slytherin's college points!"

"Deduct points, deduct points, deduct points, what else do you want to know besides this? And I'm not Flint now, I'm obviously a Gryffindor in front of you, and if you want to deduct, you should deduct Gryffindor. Points," Flint pointed to the red sweater, "Are you having trouble with your eyes?"

Flint snorted and stumbled past Watt, trying to leave when Watt didn't respond.

"Even if I'm blind, you're a Slytherin!" Watt grabbed Flint's tattered cloak, "I'm going to take you to the professor!"

"Huh—" If you go to the professor's place, forget about the wonderful Quidditch at night, Flint sighed with relief, silently charging his mouth skills, he turned around, "Well, since If you want to talk so much, let's talk about you, Senior Senior."

Anna hid in the corridor on the second basement floor, just enough to eat this big melon. She pinched a struggling mischievous cockroach and put it in her mouth.

"The big man of Hufflepuff Academy, Walter Pokeby, to be precise, your excellent older brother Adams Pokeby is the big person, am I right, Mr. Prefect?"

"Didn't you always like to be behind your brother's ass? That young magical zoologist must be thankful now that he is finally free from his annoying brother? Don't blame me for saying more, it's not because of your brother, you are so ordinary. Is there a chance to be a prefect?" Flint Soul asked.

"When my brother graduates, he's going to pester Abigail to be her follower, and what kind of scarf is he knitting for her? Heh," Flint sneered. Watt's expression changed drastically, and he was already complaining in his heart why he had to deal with this articulate. Smart monster.

"Perhaps you think that if you hook up with Abigail, the Slytherin students will give you a good look? I really don't understand how she likes a clingy little girl like you?"

Watt opened his mouth to say something, but only made a small voice, "She..." Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Flint.

"Lord Prefect, do you think that when you become a prefect, everyone will like you and love you? Nothing has changed, you are still you, a... um..." Flint racked his brains to think of a description that he thought was appropriate. "A trash who hides behind others and shows off his might."

When Flint satirized others, his thoughts were still quite clear, sharp and aggressive, but it didn't seem to be a good thing.

Watt fell silent for a while.

He never tried to beat a Slytherin verbally, because he knew that there was no chance of winning, he couldn't say those hurtful words, and the gentle little badgers always thought of others.

Seeing that there was no war of words to fight, Flint felt a little regretful, "Take care of yourself, Mr. Watt."

He stepped up the steps step by step with a triumphant expression, looking smug, in stark contrast to the lost Watt standing on the stairs.

Flint was too proud, and accidentally started humming "Where's the Witches" aloud. He accidentally forgot that this place was less than ten meters away from Professor Snape's bedroom.

"Marcus Flint."

A hoarse and familiar voice sounded. This was the voice engraved in Flint's soul, which appeared countless times when he made mistakes.

This voice represents the professor's concern, the explosion of the cauldron, and the fact that he will suffer again.

Flint turned his head stiffly and looked at the black-haired professor wearing a nightcap and a robe. That serious face, no matter what clothes it goes with, is serious.

I don't know if I will go to the trophy showroom to dust the trophy, or I will transcribe "Counting Five Hundred Magical Plants" ten times again.

"Professor Snape..." Flint said, with despair, the smugness just now no longer exists.

"Good evening," he said.

Anna ate the melon, and then took a cockroach chocolate and put it in her mouth. She couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, life is full of ups and downs.

Professor Snape glanced at Flint and, to be precise, gave him a spa with white eyes, "Marcus Flint—this name sounds a little different from the little dwarf— "

"But why? Some of your habits are so similar to them?" Snape started his venom spray with a \'no answer, suffocating\' question. What to do?"

"Going to be a house elf?"

Snape paused for a second~lightnovelpub.net~ Maybe Mrs. Flint would like to know about your recent studies, and she once asked me to take care of her children..."

Merlin's beard! Speaking of his mother, Flint panicked. If there is anyone more terrifying than the mysterious man, it must be the mother who was furious when she heard the professor's complaint.

"Professor Snape!" Flint was gone, "I'll go back to the bedroom right now! Don't tell my mother!"

"The Encyclopedia of Fungi," Professor Snape said of the title.

"I know, the old rule, ten times," Flint nodded skillfully.

"Twenty times," Professor Snape added, "Ten times punish you for preparing to go out at night, and ten times punish you for preparing to go out at night and make loud noises in public areas."

Flint turned around in a daze, and turned away from Watt, who was standing on the stairs in a daze, and walked to the dormitory step by step, muttering \'Twenty times, twenty times...\'

Maybe when he finds out that "The Encyclopedia of Fungi" is not as thin and easy to bully as Watt, he will feel the malice from the world again.

"You," Snape pointed to Watt.

"Uh! Yes! Here! Professor Snape!" Watt reacted and stepped forward hurriedly, "I'm Hufflepuff's prefect, Walter Pokéby!"

"Bobbie, stare here, I don't want to hear anyone talking here again."

"Yes!" Watt suddenly admired Professor Snape, serious, powerful, and able to make troll Flint down with just a few words, "By the way... Professor Snape, my name is Pokeby, not Poppy. …”

Poppy sounds more like the name of some kind of small animal.

"It's all right," Snape walked back to the office, "keep quiet!"