LRAB Chapter 61 Well, how could I possibly accept that… let’s just give you the cash!
Chapter 61 Well, how could I possibly accept that… let’s just give you the cash!
[Congratulations to Draco Malfoy from Slytherin for delivering the final blow and successfully killing Neville Longbottom from Gryffindor!]
[Congratulations to Draco Malfoy from Slytherin for delivering the final blow and successfully killing Hermione Granger from Gryffindor!]
[Congratulations to Draco Malfoy from Slytherin for delivering the final blow and successfully killing Parvati Petil from Gryffindor!]
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[Congratulations to Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin for delivering the final blow and successfully killing Neville Longbottom from Gryffindor!]
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[Congratulations to Daphne Greengrass from Slytherin for delivering the final blow and successfully killing Hermione Granger from Gryffindor!]
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[Congratulations to Theodore Nott from Slytherin for delivering the final blow and successfully killing Neville Longbottom from Gryffindor!]
[Match Result: Neither captain was killed. The score is 10-2, with Slytherin winning and gaining 20 points, while Gryffindor loses 10 points!]
"I can't believe it, Weasley! A whole month has passed, and you still haven't mastered the Tripping Charm!"
Black Membrane Defense Technique Class - Fog Valley Arena: As soon as the match ended, accompanied by a spatial ripple, all competitors immediately returned to the octagon.
Hermione Granger immediately started yelling, storming up to the sullen-looking Harry and Ron.
"And you, Potter, you're far too eager to duel Malfoy one-on-one. Of the five times Neville was killed, three were near you, and you didn't even bother with him!"
Neville, almost crying with shame, was the first to lower his head. Harry, having been reprimanded, looked even more gloomy, but Ron, unwilling to "indulge" Granger, retorted sharply.
"So what about you, Granger? What role did you play... Nott and Sabine made a face at you and you screamed like that!"
"Should we go easy on him next time, Porter?"
Draco Malfoy, who had been watching the spectacle and laughing until his stomach hurt, offered a fake greeting, glancing mockingly at Neville and Hermione.
"Ah, of course, I must admit you do fly a little better than my house-elf... but you're a bit of a hindrance—"
The young wizards from both houses, their faces flushed, started arguing loudly in the octagon, creating an unusually pleasant classroom atmosphere!
Ares didn't stop them from venting their emotions.
After all, losing a game and then throwing a broom, cursing teammates, blaming the game's feel... this was the norm in his classes, from first grade to seventh grade!
Clutching the invaluable notebook Severus had given him, he was the first to leave the classroom.
September at Hogwarts is still the height of summer, but as October approaches, the climate quickly turns into winter.
A damp chill permeated the grounds and seeped into the castle. Many faculty and students caught colds, keeping the school doctor, Ms. Pomfrey, quite busy. Of course, Ms. Pomfrey's stimulant had an immediate effect, but those who drank it would have their ears burning for hours on end.
Ares walked toward his office. Along the way, six or seven out of ten of the children walking toward him had ears that, like the runaway steam locomotive that spewed white smoke at the start of the school year.
Arriving on the third floor and stepping into the corridor, Ares stood for a while in the chilly wind, gazing out the window.
Although the climate here is no longer comfortable, the sky above the ancient castle remains clear and blue.
The only problem was that the Black Mountains behind Hogsmeade stretched out across the land, restricting Ares's view of the horizon... just like his trapped body.
Hogwarts is great...
But the outside world is always much wider!
He can't live forever... Oh, not forever, Dumbledore doesn't have many years left to live...
But surely he won't wait until Dumbledore is gone before he can leave Hogwarts?
With this thought in mind, Ares felt even more depressed!
Just because he wanted to earn those few thousand Galleons from Quirrell... he slept in haystacks in Azkaban for half a month, and now he's been "locked up" in Hogwarts and sentenced to "life imprisonment".
Dumbledore seemed determined to keep him under his nose... He wouldn't leave unless—
call-
Emotional fluctuations can easily lead to uncontrolled magic. After a month of peace, his body was starting to feel a dull ache and heat again. Ares looked away, took out his flask from his pocket, and took a sip of his homemade potion.
There are no classes on Thursday morning except for the first grade.
Ares continued walking towards the office, preparing to hibernate.
However-
"Professor Snape?"
Ares raised an eyebrow at the middle-aged, greasy-haired wizard standing in front of his office, drawing the attention of passing students.
"What brings you here?"
"I'm here to deliver a message for Dumbledore."
Severus's empty gaze fell on Ares, his tone languid.
"Our esteemed Minister for Magic may visit you before lunch, Professor Delfino. Headmaster Dumbledore requests your preparations—"
Severus glanced at Ares's casual, loose-fitting clothes, and his lips twitched.
"It's probably something like, asking you to change into something presentable... After all, the minister's main purpose in coming here is to award you a medal."
"Awarding medals?"
Ares blinked, momentarily stunned.
"Merlin First Class, Professor Delfino."
Severus looked at Ares with a languid gaze tinged with scrutiny.
"Headmaster Dumbledore said—Minister Fudge had already written to you in advance, informing you that your application for the Order of Merlin had been approved by the Order of Merlin...The minister also asked you in the letter whether you would like to have an awarding ceremony held for you at the Ministry of Magic."
"oh!"
Ares understood.
"That letter... well, I should have kept it in the fireplace... um, it's gone now."
Severus's lips twitched involuntarily, and he continued to ask questions.
"Principal Dumbledore also asked me to consult you. If you need, he can organize a small celebration for faculty only... Of course, please forgive my rudeness, Professor Delfino, I may not be able to attend..."
"A celebration ceremony?"
Ares raised his eyebrows again, then lowered them, looking somewhat dejected.
"How could I possibly disturb everyone's private time... Could you please ask Professor Dumbledore if you could give me the cash instead... Forget about the ceremony—"
Severus turned and left, completely ignoring Ares's request.
However, after a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
Turning around, Severus said in a nonchalant tone,
"There's one more thing, Professor Delfino, I almost forgot—we need to switch floors for tonight's night patrol."
"Hmm? Why? Don't you live in the basement, Professor Snape? It would be more convenient to go from the first floor to the fourth... Hmm, you like climbing stairs?"
"It's changed once a month, that's the rule."
Snape forced back the throbbing veins on his forehead, coldly uttered a sentence, and left.
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