Chapter 255 More Night Tours

Tracy replied calmly: "Good evening, Professor Anthony." She took away her hand from the stone bricks and stood up slightly.

"What's the reason today, Davis?" Anthony asked. Lesson plans, dinner, and house elves testified that he really had no intention of catching students wandering the night today.

Tracy hesitated for a while, shook her head, and did not answer.

"Why do I always see you wandering around at night?" Anthony said, "Come on, Miss Davis, I need to send you back to where you belong...deduction or confinement?"

"Points off, Professor," Tracy said, stepping out of the shadows of the stairs.

"Okay, I'll deduct two points from Slytherin for your night out," Anthony said. He nodded to Tracy, indicating that she could go back to the dormitory. He walked beside Tracy and looked at her in the dim light.

He saw no sign of injury on Tracy. Tracey's hair was neatly tied back, her robes were clean and warm, her expression was relaxed, and she didn't seem to mind at all the points Slytherin lost.

"What's the matter, Professor Anthony?" Tracy asked keenly.

"Slytherin doesn't care much about the House Cup this year?" Anthony asked.

Tracy was secretly relieved that he no longer asked why she was wandering in the middle of the night, and picked up the topic very easily.

"Huh? No, they still care. Draco has been saying that if nothing else happens..." Tracey glanced at Anthony quickly, "Last year's Academy Cup should have been for Slytherin. Last year , Ravenclaw ended Slytherin's six consecutive championships, which has made many people unhappy." She thought for a while and added, "However, it is very likely that Slytherin will win the Quidditch Cup this year. ——Roger kept complaining to me about those Nimbus 2001——By then, Slytherin will have some more house points.”

"Okay," Anthony said.

Tracy said: "Why do you ask, Professor Anthony?"

"Because I have the stereotype of Slytherins who don't like to be deducted points?" Anthony said, remembering how Pansy Parkinson locked Tracy in the astronomy tower and ran away in the middle of the night because he forgot to break the spell. When I left the dormitory, I remembered what Pansy said during the confinement, "Because of 'Slytherin's sense of honor'?"

Tracy let out a small "Oh."

Anthony turned to look at her at the indifference in her tone, and said with some surprise: "You don't sound very agreeable."

Tracy pursed her lips and hesitated. Anthony said gently: "This is just a small talk out of curiosity. If you are willing to talk, I would be happy to hear your opinion. But if you are not willing..."

"Okay, there's nothing I can't say." Tracy said, "I guess your impression comes from Draco - or Pansy?" She turned her head, studied Anthony's expression, and continued to calm down Said, "Anyway, that's their Slytherin honor, not mine. I don't care about the deduction in the first place."

It was then that Anthony remembered that Tracy had indeed never shown any desire for the Academy Cup. He could see in Pansy, Malfoy, Roger, Harry, Ron—even the Weasley twins—that they cared more or less about the Academy Cup, but Tracy seemed to really Didn't take it to heart. If Anthony remembers correctly, Tracy seemed to congratulate Roger after Ravenclaw won the championship last year.

"You are asking me to consider whether your penalty points should be changed to confinement, Miss Davis," Anthony said.

A smile flashed across Tracy's face and she said easily: "Roger said you don't like putting students in solitary confinement."

"I...well, I really don't like it." Anthony said, stopping in the cellar corridor leading to the door of the Slytherin common room. "So don't let me catch you wandering at night again, okay? ? I'm afraid I'll be in confinement next time, Miss Davis."

"Okay, Professor Anthony," Tracy said.

The torch cast dancing shadows on her face, and Anthony noticed that the cyan under her eyes seemed darker than the last time they met late at night.

"Davis, are you having trouble falling asleep?" Anthony said. "I think I need to repeat this: if you feel you need it, please don't hesitate to ask Madam Pomfrey or anyone else for help. Ask for help and Not a sign of weakness, Miss Davis."

"I know, Professor." Tracy said seriously, smiling at Anthony, "Thank you." She turned her head and said towards the damp stone wall, "Pure blood."

With a rough rubbing sound, the stone door in the wall slowly opened. Anthony watched the mixed-race Tracy walk into the door. The door closed behind her and immediately disappeared, as if she had just walked into a stone wall.

…

Anthony stood next to the wet wall for a while, then turned around and walked back.

Slytherin's cellar was much damper and colder than other places in the castle, and the coldness came from every corner of the rough stone walls. Except for the slight sound of burning torches and the occasional ticking of water drops falling to the ground, the place was as quiet as a tomb.

Anthony still planned to go to the kitchen to have something to eat, but on the way, he couldn't help but keep thinking about Slytherin's academic ethos.

What does Tracey—and the other Slytherin students who are not pure-blood wizards—think about when they say the password before entering the common room every day? Isn't Snape, the head of Slytherin, also a half-blood wizard? Why would he agree to such a password?

He walked up the long corridor, recalling his encounters with Slytherin students.

From his perspective, he would say that this was a group of students with their own logic. They seemed to be out of tune with the other three colleges in the school. Even with Tracy, who had the most relaxed relationship with him among the Slytherins, he could still feel her caution when communicating. He could hear a whole string of "but I don't need it" behind her "thank you".

Maybe he should wait a little longer in the corridor of the Slytherin cellar, maybe he could meet other students who were out at night... Then he could do a detention and communicate with more Slytherin students.

Just as he was thinking this, he caught a glimpse of something strange around him from the corner of his eye. The light of the torch seemed to hesitate in that dim corner. Anthony turned around abruptly, remembering Quirrell and his Disillusionment Charm.

Before his brain could react, his feet had already walked quickly to that corner. He could see that there seemed to be a human-shaped chameleon standing there, but the delicate Disillusionment Charm and the dim firelight made it impossible for him to recognize who it was.

He drew out his wand and pointed it at the wizard, who seemed to reflexively draw out his wand, pointed it threateningly at Anthony's face, and took a big step forward.

This was close enough. Anthony recognized a huge hooked nose, which was rapidly changing to the color of the firelight reflected on the stone wall.

"Professor Snape?" he said in surprise.

...

"Professor Anthony." Snape said reluctantly, pressing his wand down slightly.

Anthony took back his wand: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be you, Professor Snape. What are you doing here?"

"Good question, Professor Anthony, this is the Slytherin cellar." Snape said, also putting away his wand, "One possible explanation is that I happen to be the dean of Slytherin. Maybe what I should ask is, what are you doing here?"

"Sending students who wandered at night back to the dormitory." Anthony explained, "I was just about to leave."

"How responsible, really impressive." Snape said dryly, "Now, excuse me, Professor Anthony, I have more important things to do." He walked around Anthony and walked to the ground.

Anthony hesitated and followed.

Snape stopped and hissed, "Any more questions, Professor Anthony?"

"No." Anthony said calmly, without delving into why the dean of Slytherin appeared in the corridor of the Slytherin cellar in the middle of the night with a disillusionment spell. Everyone has their own secrets.

Snape's voice became more dangerous: "Then I really don't understand why you are following me, Anthony."

"Nothing, I just have to go upstairs too." Anthony replied. They were standing on the nearest ramp leading to the ground.

...

"Would you mind canceling the Disillusionment Charm for a while?" Anthony said, "It makes me a little dizzy."

He was not lying. If there was always a piece of cloth that kept changing colors and luster swaying in front of your eyes, you would also feel dizzy.

Snape said coldly: "Yes, I mind."

"Okay." Anthony said.

...

Anthony had never felt that the distance from the cellar to the ground was so far. Snape strode silently in front of him, and his footsteps were so light that they seemed to be sliding. In this silence, Anthony felt that the light and shadow in front of his eyes were even more dizzying.

"How's the simulation of unicorn blood going?" Anthony asked, just to make himself feel more comfortable. "I heard that you found that unicorn blood and snake venom might be able to create an artificial body?"

"Not an artificial body, Anthony." Snape said, "It's a solid condensation created by magic under the assistance of potions. Of course, I don't expect you to understand the difference between the two."

"Not potions, but a mixture of representative substances of life and death." Anthony imitated his sentence structure, "I am indeed reading a book, Snape."

Snape snorted coldly. Anthony felt better, and finally no longer felt that he was following some weird, flowing illusion.

"Flesh magic." Snape whispered mockingly, "Flesh magic and necromancers, Azkaban should have at least two cells reserved for you, Anthony."

"Well..." Anthony said. He knew that Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were very aware of his prison escape experience, but he was not sure how much Snape knew.

Snape said tactfully, "I'm not going to stir up your nostalgia, am I, Professor Anthony?"

"No, not at all," Anthony said.

They were finally close to the ground. Anthony breathed a sigh of relief and saw the entrance to the corridor through Snape's messy figure. It was at this moment that he suddenly realized that Snape didn't seem to be wearing his usual black robes.

"Professor Snape," Anthony said hesitantly, "are you wearing that 8,000 Galleon robe?"

"I didn't know you were even interested in clothes, Professor Anthony. Your interests are surprisingly wide-ranging," Snape said, "I thought flesh magic was enough. I know Dumbledore has an annoying tendency to always try to add you to this or that research, but if you and Dumbledore plan to discuss the pattern of knitted sweaters, please don't bother to let me know."

Anthony didn't let him change the subject: "I mean, why are you wearing a dueling robe, Professor Snape? I recognize it very clearly."

Professor Flitwick once proudly showed him his favorite dueling robe - 6,720 Galleons. According to him, this robe with cuffs has no special advantages, but it is very suitable for large movements. A real dueling robe can prevent its owner from being dragged down by the clothes during a duel.

And the reason why it is so expensive is not only because its fabrics are carefully selected and extremely strong, but also because it is 100% tailored to the body, and only a very few tailors have the skills to make dueling robes. In a sense, dueling robes have become a symbol of status. Anthony couldn't believe that Snape wore these 8,000 Galleons just by chance.

"It's none of your business." Snape said coldly.

"Don't tell me who you're going to duel with," Anthony said, catching up with him in a few steps. "Really, Snape, at this time?"

"Maybe unlike some people who do nothing and are idle, my daytime is too busy to find a more normal time. Maybe my duel opponent will scream in the sun and turn into ashes." Snape said impatiently, "I said, it's none of your business."

He walked up the stairs quickly, and Anthony followed him. He wanted to say something else, but suddenly found that Snape stopped.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking out of the school hospital, talking fiercely. Harry frowned, Ron grabbed his hair irritably, and Hermione shook her head repeatedly, looking very angry.

"Oh." Snape said softly, "Oh, oh."

At this time, Harry turned his head and his eyes stayed at the stairs where Snape and Anthony were.

To Anthony's surprise, Harry paused, pointed here and said a few words to Ron and Hermione, and actually trotted straight in his direction. Ron and Hermione followed him and ran over, their expressions mixed with trepidation and anxiety.

"Professor Anthony," Harry said anxiously, obviously ignoring Snape who was still covered with the Disillusionment Charm, "Professor Anthony, Sirius is missing!"

I wish there was no overtime in the wizarding world.

I have to go to the annual meeting tomorrow (today) night, please take a day off orz