Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

"Just like that... you lifted it?" Cassandra looked incredulous. "You didn't even use your wand just now."

"Wandless spellcasting." Ethan shrugged. "If it's just a simple spell, it can be done."

“……” Cassandra rolled her eyes, turned her head away and ignored Ethan.

This guy is being Versailles again.

The two passed the sleeping dragon statue at the end of the corridor and came to the front of Slytherin's dungeon, and heard the pendulum clock on the clock tower emit twelve low sounds.

It is now exactly midnight.

"I'll take you here." Ethan stopped at the entrance of the corridor and said, "As for the robe, I'll give it to you. You don't have to give me the things in the pocket. I have two spare sets over there, which are more than enough for you to wear."

After all, her clothes were still damaged, and everything that should and shouldn't be exposed was exposed. Asking her to take off her coat and give it to him would be such a beastly thing that Ethan couldn't do.

Although he does like bitter things, he is not the kind of old-fashioned person who takes advantage of others' misfortunes.

I might as well just give this robe to her. It's already scratched in many places anyway, so I won't feel bad about throwing it away. And maybe I can even win a favor from her, isn't that wonderful?

"Also, what happened tonight..."

"I know: this is a secret between the two of us. Don't tell anyone." Cassandra interrupted Ethan and said, "Don't worry, I will keep it a secret, and Alanna won't tell it either."

"Thank you very much, Miss Cassandra. I won't mention you to Professor Figo." Ethan said, turned around and was about to step onto the marble stairs.

"Wait a minute." Cassandra suddenly called Ethan.

"What's wrong, Miss Cassandra?" Ethan turned around and looked at the girl in front of him curiously.

"You said before in the secret room on the map that we are friends, right?" Cassandra pursed her lips and said, "If we are friends, just call me by my name. It would be a bit strange to add 'Miss'."

"Uh... okay. It's all up to you. You decide." Ethan was a little confused and agreed in a daze.

This scene always feels like I have experienced it somewhere.

If fighting against a mountain troll together can make the friendship between two people who originally didn't get along well soar, then exploring the Forbidden Forest together to discover an ancient secret and punish a group of dark wizards would also be qualified.

However, whether the person involved is aware of this is another matter.

Chapter 145: The Queen's Spare Time

The moonlight shone through the waves of the Black Lake and onto the floor of the Slytherin common room, casting a mottled shadow.

The common room was empty, which saved Cassandra a lot of trouble. Otherwise, if someone saw her tattered and not very fitting robe, she would have to spend a lot of time explaining.

And there is no way to explain it.

How do you want her to explain that her clothes were burned to the point of being naked, and then someone passing by took off his clothes and gave them to her so that she could put them on?

How did the clothes get burned? Who gave you the clothes? Why did he give you the clothes? What is the relationship between you?

My head hurts just thinking about it.

Cassandra gently opened the door of the dormitory a crack, squeezed in through the crack, and then gently closed the door and tiptoed to her bed. She wanted to take advantage of the cover of night to quickly change her clothes, but unexpectedly, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

"Cassandra?"

Alanna propped up her upper body with her arms on the bed, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked at her ragged friend in front of her, her small eyes filled with great doubts.

Her sleep quality was not very good to begin with, and she would be awakened by the slightest noise. Although Cassandra deliberately lowered the noise she made when she entered the room, she was still awakened because she slept too lightly.

Besides, Cassandra didn't come back to the dormitory until midnight. What happened to her clothes? Why were they torn? Did she have a fight with someone?

Could it be that he had secretly run off to have a wizard duel with Ethan or something like that?

Cassandra immediately put the robe back on after taking it half off. She quickly buttoned it up and gave Alana an awkward but polite smile.

"Hi, Alanna."

"Where have you been, Cassandra? Why did you come back just now?" Alanna sat up dazedly, holding a half-body pillow with Ethan's head on it, and asked, "And your clothes..."

"What? What's wrong with my clothes?" Cassandra reflexively wrapped her robe tightly around her and swallowed.

Could this girl have figured out something?

"Hmm...how should I put it?" Alana scratched her head. "I remember you weren't wearing this today? And don't you usually wear your clothes with your chest open? Why did you button them up today?"

"Well..." Cassandra's brain began to work frantically, trying to think of a suitable explanation.

"Also... why do I feel this dress is so familiar?" Alana looked at the ill-fitting robe on Cassandra. "I can tell it's not yours. The size is too big, but I feel like I've seen it somewhere."

"Of course I'm familiar with them. After all, they were all bought from Madam Malkin. The styles are pretty much the same." Cassandra looked away guiltily.

You say that you are usually quite silly, especially when Ethan is mentioned, your IQ drops a lot. How come you are so sharp now?

Calm down, Cassandra. You must be on high alert at this time and never leak any information. If you let it slip, you won't be able to explain it.

What? Why are my boyfriend's clothes on you? (pulling a knife) Cassandra, you better explain this to me!

"Oh, I see." Alanna nodded confusedly, accepting Cassandra's explanation, and asked, "So where did you go tonight?"

"I went out with someone, so I came back late." Cassandra answered concisely.

After all, you went wandering around the Forbidden Forest with Ethan, punished evil together, chopped off a group of dark wizards with your own hands, and scattered the ashes of the psychopath who bullied you in the past. It feels like things will become serious if you say these things.

Putting aside other things, just the fact that she didn't stay in the dormitory in the middle of the night but stayed with her best friend's fiancé, Cassandra felt that Alana would definitely misunderstand something.

Although Cassandra has blonde hair, it is not yellow!

"What? Who did you go out with? A boy or a girl?" Alanna suddenly became very sober, with a gossipy gleam in her eyes.

After all, my best friend used to stay in the dormitory and go to bed early, and she had never gone out with others in the middle of the night. But today, she was out of character. Not only was she nowhere to be found in the middle of the night, but she was also hesitant and unwilling to elaborate. Maybe she was secretly dating without telling me.

It's rare for this young lady in my family, who doesn't like strangers, to come to her senses. If this is really the case, I still have to try to bring them together after I've checked whether the other party is really reliable.

I will take the lead in matchmaking for the CP!

"Nothing, I just happened to run into an annoying guy." Cassandra thought for a moment and said vaguely, "That guy is quite annoying."

"Is it annoying?" Alana tilted her head, "But why are you laughing?"

"Laugh?" Cassandra touched the corner of her mouth reflexively. "Am I laughing?"

"Well, you've been laughing since just now, and you never stopped." Alanna nodded seriously, with an inexplicable light flashing in her eyes. "Do you really hate him? I read in "12 Ways to Charm Witches" that if a girl says she hates a man with a smile on her face, then she doesn't really hate him. Maybe she even likes him."

"'Twelve Ways to Charm a Witch'? Why do you read books like that?"

"Nothing... nothing." Alanna's face turned red, and she immediately lay back on the bed and turned her back to Cassandra. "It's getting late, go to bed."

"baffling……"

When Cassandra saw that Alanna's gaze had left her, she quickly changed her clothes and put on her pajamas. She breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed, closing her eyes and preparing to rest.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, Ethan's mean face (from Cassandra's perspective) appeared in her mind.

It’s all Alanna’s fault. I just said I liked her, but now all I can think about is this. I can’t calm down and sleep!

No, Alanna is so cute, how can I blame her? I should blame Ethan.

"A-choo!" Ethan, who was crouching down to pass through the portrait passage, suddenly sneezed. His head suddenly lifted up due to inertia, and the back of his head hit the ceiling of the passage with a bang.

“Hiss—” Ethan rubbed the back of his head, which was sore and painful, and crawled out of the portrait passage with a grin, muttering, “Who is thinking about me at this time?”

"How could he possibly like me? With his behavior..." Cassandra muttered, turning over in bed, and two scenes appeared in front of her eyes.

The first was the way Ethan hesitated when she was held hostage by Rozier.

Then there was the furious look on Ethan's face when he rescued him for the second time.

"Yes, I don't like it. That's right, I don't like it..."

Chapter 146 What is the thinnest book in the world?

It was a bright and cold Saturday morning, the Great Hall smelled of grilled sausages, and everyone was chatting animatedly in anticipation of a great Quidditch match.

But the style of the paintings on the Gryffindor table is slightly different.

"Ethan, another bowl!"

Harry, who was wearing a bright red Quidditch uniform, drank the eight-treasure porridge in the bowl in just a few gulps, handed the empty bowl to Ethan, and spoke vaguely.

"Harry, you've already had two bowls. You really can't drink any more." Hermione said worriedly as she watched Harry wolfing down the dumplings.

She was originally worried that Harry wouldn't be able to eat much this morning due to too much pressure, but now it seems that she was just overthinking. How could Harry be the kind of person who couldn't eat due to too much pressure?

His appetite is almost catching up with Ron!

Ron, who was watching the delicious food up close but was not a Quidditch player so he couldn't enjoy this treatment and could only watch helplessly as he ate the sausage and swallowed hard, suddenly shuddered for no reason.

Why do I feel offended?

"It's okay, Hermione, don't worry. What's wrong with a child eating a little more?" Ethan took the bowl from Harry, filled it with porridge and handed it back to Harry, saying, "Besides, Harry will have to do strenuous exercise for a while, which will consume a lot of physical energy. How can he not eat enough?"

Let's go back in time a little bit.

Early in the morning, in the Gryffindor common room.

After finishing his morning exercise alone, Ethan returned to the Gryffindor common room and saw a group of people sitting in front of the fireplace, discussing loudly.

"Hey, everyone is up so early? What are you doing?"

Ethan naturally moved closer to the people who were discussing the matter and squeezed out a seat to sit down.

"Oh, it's Ethan. We are discussing the tactics for today's Quidditch." Wood saw that it was Ethan and greeted him enthusiastically. "After all, today's opponent is the Slytherin team. They are particularly good at using dirty tricks. We must be three times more vigilant and careful."

goo—

Before he finished speaking, Wood's stomach rumbled. Several people looked at each other and started laughing.

"I wonder what's going to be for breakfast today?"

"It would be nice to have some hot Yorkshire puddings."

"It's difficult. It's probably just toast and sausages." Someone sighed.

After listening to what they said, Ethan waved his hand and said to the players who were about to play, "How can you eat those pig food when you are about to play? I will take care of today's breakfast and make sure you eat comfortably."

Anyway, there are only seven players in the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team, and there are no substitutes, so it won’t be much trouble to cover their meals.

Moreover, Ethan often went to the kitchen next to the Hufflepuff cellar to get some delicious food. He had a good relationship with the house-elves working there, so he could ask them to carve out a table for him to make breakfast.

When several pure-blooded Ying people heard this, they immediately stood up and accused Ethan of being arrogant, relying on the abundance of delicious food in his hometown of China and totally ignoring the food culture of their Great Ying Empire. They all said that they would rather starve to death, die outside, or fall off their flying broomsticks this morning than eat a bite of Ethan's food.

But the food Ethan cooked was so delicious.

After arriving at the auditorium, several people looked at the freshly baked eight-treasure porridge, steamed dumplings, pot stickers and pies in front of them, and their appetites whetted. They picked up their knives and forks and turned into pure eaters. Among them, Captain Wood, who was the most dissatisfied with Ethan before, ate the most enthusiastically.

Ethan: Take it easy.

"Hey, Harry. What do you think of this? We just made this."

Nevisimo mysteriously produced a piece of white cloth and spread it around Harry. It looked like a bed sheet, with the words "Potter Must Win" written on it in paint and ink, and a very large Gryffindor lion painted underneath.

"Wow, that's a nice drawing." Ethan raised his eyebrows. "Where did you get this piece of cloth?"

"Oh, that's my bed sheet," said Ron, swallowing the sausage in his mouth. "Scabbers bit a hole in it, so I used it to draw a banner for them."

"Scabbers? Why haven't I seen it before?" Ethan frowned.

Scabbers, Ron's pet rat. To be more precise, it was Peter Pettigrew. He was recognized as a hero by the wizarding world because he put the blame on Sirius for betraying the Potters and pretended to be killed by Sirius while chasing him. But in fact, he used his Animagus ability to transform into a rat called Scabbers, and hid in the Weasley family as a pet for 12 years, and was a pet of Percy and Ron successively.

In a sense, he is quite perseverant, but it's a pity that he didn't use his perseverance in the right place.

It was as if I had never seen this Animagus before. It was Ron's pet who lived in the same dormitory as me, but it had never appeared in front of me.

It's like he's deliberately hiding from me.

Therefore, even if Ethan wanted to overturn Sirius's case in advance, he would have no way to do it without the key figure Peter.

Even if I told Dumbledore that Sirius was innocent and Peter was the real murderer, without any evidence, would anyone really believe what a 15-year-old student said? They were lucky that they didn't think they were under the Imperius Curse.

After all, there was a whole street of witnesses who swore they saw Sirius kill Peter.

On the other hand, he couldn't get close to Azkaban at the moment, and couldn't even secretly rescue Sirius from the prison.

Difficult.

No, we can't just let him hide away like this. We have to find a way to persuade Ron to castrate this dead rat.

"Good luck today, Mr. Potter." Snape walked behind them without knowing when, and an unnatural smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He spoke slowly in his cold and emotionless tone, "Since you can even deal with a troll, I guess a small Quidditch game will be easy for you, right? Even if your opponent is a powerful Slytherin."

"Thank you for your encouragement, Professor Snape." Harry swallowed the food in his mouth and gave Snape a bright smile, "I will try my best."

After more than two months of getting along, Harry gradually figured out how to get along with Snape. Just like Ethan said, this old bat is very awkward. Although he is unforgiving in words, he is more honest than anyone else in his actions. As long as you are not the kind of guy who makes a fool of yourself in public, Snape will basically not make things difficult for you.