Chapter 1065 Prison with New Straw

Tap... Tap... Tap...

A series of procrastinating footsteps echoed in Hogwarts Castle, it sounded from the entrance hall, and then went all the way up the stairs to the eighth floor.

And when the footsteps lingered at the door of the Gryffindor common room for a while, it then turned a corner and followed the corridor towards the Ravenclaw common room at the other end.

Waiting for the owner of the footsteps to turn around again, he heard his direction change again, and returned to the first floor along the spiral staircase near the corner.

Obviously, the person who wandered around Hogwarts in the middle of the night was undoubtedly Filch, the school janitor.

Tonight, after regularly patrolling the grounds of the castle as usual, he was going to return to the stairway behind the foyer, where he continued to take a nap.

But who knew, when he hurried back to the foyer slowly, he happened to see a figure running cautiously towards the stairs inside.

Filch, who was used to seeing students going out at night for a long time, reacted quickly. He realized almost reflexively that it was a student who sneaked out in the middle of the night. But faster than him was his skinny cat named Mrs. Norris.

Before Filch was about to shout, Mrs. Norris, who had been at his feet all this time, rushed out, looking unusually fast.

And Filch's yell came after his cat rushed out...

okay! In fact, he still couldn't yell out, because the moment he wanted to open his mouth, he was shocked to find that his mouth and tongue were firmly glued together at some point.

Immediately afterwards, Filch felt an extra hand on his shoulder.

"Relax! It's me, McClain."

Suddenly, a voice sounded softly from behind him, it wasn't very loud, but it penetrated into his ears without missing a single word in this quiet night.

"Keep quiet, just leave that student to me... Oh, the Locking Curse will be automatically lifted soon, you can continue patrolling!"

Before he could finish speaking, Filch pursed his lips, watching the figure walking out from behind him quickly throw it towards the stairs and disappear without looking at him again.

"Ok!"

Filch snorted hard, but with his entire tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, he couldn't even make a loud hum.

Thinking that it was that Maca McLean who was talking to him just now, he quickly had to complain silently in his heart before giving it up—no way, who told him that it was Maca McLean? .

...

At the same time, Maca on the other side flitted across the stairs leading to the basement, and in a blink of an eye caught up with the skinny cat who took a step ahead.

At this moment, he could see that the figure in the hall was actually very close at hand.

"Good evening, Miss Parkinson?"

However, Maca's voice didn't stop the other party - she didn't even turn her head, but ran a little faster than before.

Seeing her quickly pass the tapestry in front, without stopping, she has reached the wall behind the Slytherin common room.

But at the same time as she spoke the password for tonight, the armor standing quietly on both sides of the wall suddenly moved, crossing the axes and spears in her hands to block the gradually revealed door opening.

The next moment, Mrs. Norris of Filch caught up with the figure first, and yelled at the other party at the base of the wall as if to demonstrate.

"Miss Parkinson," Maca then stood still behind her, and continued leisurely, "I already called your name, why do you keep running? You know, no matter whether you return to the dormitory or not, the result It's all the same."

Probably the other party was in a very tense state just now, so he didn't think of this at all, let alone being able to identify who the person behind him was.

At this time, she turned around abruptly, only to realize that under the dim light of the torch, the not tall silhouette turned out to be Maca.

"Mai, McClain...Professor?"

"Oh, yes, that's right!" Maca looked at the girl in front of her who was about the same age as herself, and nodded calmly, "Although I'm still resigned, there's nothing wrong with calling me that."

It can be seen that the girl standing in front of him at this moment is exactly the Slytherin girl who has a crush on Draco Malfoy—Pansy Parkinson.

Seeing that Miss Parkinson was grabbing the hem of her coat, she lowered her head in silence for a while, then suddenly muttered softly:

"I'm sorry, Professor Maclean."

"Oh?" Maca seemed interested, "Why do you want to apologize to me?"

Parkinson heard the words, but he pursed his lips for a while, and then said:

"Yes, it's because... I didn't sleep well at night and ran out secretly."

Maca immediately nodded again, and continued to ask:

"So...Miss Parkinson, where did you go so late?"

Regarding Maca's question, Parkinson obviously kept silent for a longer time, to the extent that even people who were completely unaware would feel hesitant.

Then, she hesitated and said:

"I went to the Astronomy Tower... to watch the stars, you know, there are two meteors that are particularly beautiful recently."

"Oh, um..."

Hearing what she said, Maca immediately shook his head, then turned his head and looked down at his feet.

"Mrs. Norris, you can go back—Filch is waiting for you!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the direction of the stairs at the other end of the hallway, signaling the clever skinny cat to go back to her master.

Mrs. Norris quickly understood Maca's meaning, and she blinked her faintly fluorescent eyes, and disappeared in the shadow when she turned around.

After the cat was sent away, Maca glanced at Parkinson again—perhaps because she had a deep understanding of the situation now and knew that she would never escape Maca's grasp, so she It seemed very honest and well-behaved for a while.

And after Maca glanced at her like this, he casually gestured and said:

"Come with me! I think we should talk."

After all, Maca didn't care about other things - he didn't even worry that the other party would run away, but turned around and walked along the slightly drowsy corridor first.

When Parkinson saw it, he hesitated for a moment, and followed obediently in a blink of an eye.

"Professor McLean, you...will you punish me?"

Maca's pace was not fast. After the two of them walked for a short distance, he suddenly heard Parkinson behind him asking this question in a worried manner.

After thinking for a while, Maca walked and said without looking back:

"Of course not! As I said just now, I am currently resigned... What's more, even if I am still in office, your punishment should be decided by the dean of your college—Professor Snape."

"Then... are you taking me to his office?"

"...Ah, yes."

...

In fact, Maca originally planned to choose a classroom at random. After all, he just wanted to "discuss" some issues with Pansy Parkinson alone.

Moreover, those "problems" have to be said to be quite serious things, and it is not suitable for more people to know at the moment.

But when Parkinson asked if he wanted to go to Snape's office, although Maca knew that she said so out of some temptation, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that going to Snape's office was actually a good idea. good.

So not long after, he brought Miss Parkinson, who followed behind him, to the Potions professor's office, which was also located in the underground corridor.

Of course, since Slughorn didn't switch offices back then, this place has automatically become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office now that Snape's position has been changed.

After Maca reached out and knocked on the office door, Snape didn't make them wait outside for too long, and soon there was a familiar impatient response from inside.

"Who?"

"Professor Snape, it's me—McLean!" Maca said, "Oh, and Miss Pansy Parkinson, a sixth-year student from Slytherin House, is also there."

"Ok?"

He heard Snape inside snort a little doubtfully, but in the next second, the door of the office automatically opened a crack.

"Come in."

As soon as he opened the door and walked in, Maca immediately saw Snape standing near the desk. But seeing that the clothes on his body were neatly dressed, even the belt of the outer robe was tied properly, making one suspect that he was not sleeping at all before.

However, the hair that was more messy than usual still exposed the fact that he had just gotten out of bed temporarily.

"Sorry, Professor! It may have disturbed your rest so late..."

Although Maca had long been regarded as Snape's colleague, his titles to these professors had not changed. It can be seen that in his heart, these people are still professors worthy of his respect.

"Hmph, just talk about it!" Snape twitched his chin, and looked at Parkinson behind Maca, "Miss Parkinson violated the school rules and was caught by you?"

This time, before Maca opened his mouth, he heard Parkinson take the initiative:

"I'm sorry! Professor Snape - I shouldn't be running around at night, I know I was wrong."

However, this time Maca stopped messing around with her casually. With a wave of his backhand, the door of the office was suddenly shut with a "bang", leaving a magic spell on it to prevent others from opening it.

Then, he lost expression like Snape in an instant, and just said indifferently:

"Professor, it's a pity! Miss Parkinson violated more than just the school rules this time... I think she may be escorted to the Wizengamot for trial in the near future, and she will be given a room in Azkaban. A cell where new straw can make a bed."

Maca's slightly out-of-place humor was in stark contrast to what he had said. Up to now, Miss Parkinson didn't find it interesting at all.

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