Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin - Chapter 179

Inside the Defense Dark Lord’s office.

Professor Dearborn went on to give Regis some tips for marking homework.

“I suggest you give everyone a ‘nice’ grade on their paper, add ‘awesome’ every third person, and ‘great idea’ every five people. Of course, if you yourself You can write any similar words that come to mind.”

Reggie tilted her head slightly, showing a properly puzzled expression.

“Shouldn’t I have read their paper before writing my review, Professor?”

“Well…. Honestly, if you’re interested, you might as well have a look – but seriously, Reggie, it won’t help you.” Professor Dearborn sat back In the chair, the index finger of the prosthetic hand tapped the tabletop, looked at him and said.

Regis stared at his hand and began to think: “Well, being so flexible must be magic added to Muggle technology.”

Seeing that he didn’t answer, and thinking he didn’t believe it, Professor Dearborn continued to speak.

“However, if you want to persevere, you can also read it and write a few comments. But if you are critical, don’t write it up. I don’t want to hurt the self-confidence of these little guys.”

Half of what he said was fact, and half was temptation.

With an empathetic smile again: “Also, this is their last homework before the Easter break – you know, some parents check their studies, and I don’t want any little guy to have an unhappy resurrection because of it. Festival.”

“I’m very envious of this unpleasantness…” Regis bowed his head, and there seemed to be a hint of bitterness in his smile.

Since the other party sold miserably as soon as he came up, he also cooperated with the setting of a bitter lover.

As a rule of thumb, he has always won the sympathy of his professors when he does so occasionally.

“I see, sir,” he said. “I’ll finish these corrections as soon as possible.”

Professor Dearborn did not comfort him as he had expected, much to Riridge’s surprise.

He saw the professor just pick up the “Prophecy of the Unforeseen: Keeping You Safe,” which had just been thrown aside, and cover his eyes with the pages as if he were starting to read it again.

Regis had to take the parchment away and sit on the other side of the table, and after a while there was a rustling of the tip of a quill rubbing against the pages in the office.

Behind the book, Dearborn felt a burst of grief in his heart.

“What a poor child,” he thought. “This child must be eager to be loved by his family.”

Perhaps because he also has an unhappy family, he has a special fondness for this Reggie.

Obviously, Reggie’s bitter trick is not as ineffective as he thought, but Professor Dearborn is a bad-mouthed person who comforts others.

Fei Fei is not as indifferent as he appears on the surface at the moment, a trace of pity, even sympathy, has already appeared in Dearborn’s heart.

However, as an investigator, being emotional is the most taboo behavior.

Even if St. Regis was pure white as paper—obviously not, that could only be judged after questioning.

This was not only for him, but also for the other students—he never wanted to see anyone who took the seemingly glorious road of no return because of their trust and blind obedience to others.

Just like myself back then.

Or like the current one.

After getting along for this period of time, he has a very good impression of Reggie. Come on, for Merlin’s sake, who would hate this child.

But thinking of Dumbledore’s advice…

Thinking of this, he lowered the book and looked from above.

Regis still kept his head down, and made corrections very seriously. From time to time, he would stop and think about it, and then quickly wrote a few words.

“He’s a good boy indeed,” thought Dearborn.

Perhaps it is because of this that it is easier to be targeted and involved in some things that should not be involved…

He didn’t want to doubt such a diligent and intelligent student, but is he really as friendly to all his classmates as he has always been? You know, that person also successfully deceived everyone at the beginning.

He turned the pages back, and his eyes fell on a line of small characters on the title page.

There was a short blessing written there, and a name that caught his attention.

Emily Wolff… that always-seemingly unhurried, suave Ravenclaw.

Dearborn had seen the grades of all the students here in her spare time and in all fairness she was excellent, though not as brilliant as Reggie, but made a good impression on him.

He didn’t put too much thought into this girl. After all, a little witch – at most a smart little witch, and his grandfather knew Dumbledore. It was hard for him to believe that such a smart girl would take the initiative to give What trouble do you get yourself into.

However, a series of bizarre accidents that night seemed to sound a wake-up call in Dilber’s mind. In retrospect, that night, he seems to have been being led by the nose. . . .

Every time I want to leave the auditorium, I will be entangled in all kinds of troubles, which is really suspicious.

So, he temporarily shelved the private investigation of Regis.

Intuition tells him that Regis is not an easy student…. But the process of finding the truth is no easier than ripping off the cocoon.

On the other hand, Regis seems to have behaved very—differently since the beginning of school.

The Carrolls, the Wafflins, the Princes, the Selwyns, the Dolokhovs…and even some of the families on his list… . Is this the normal communication between pure-blooded wizards, or is there an unknown interest relationship?

The use of Legilimency or Veritaserum on a minor without solid evidence is not allowed, and Dearborn is not willing to do so.

But he didn’t plan to give up, and that was the only reason he called Reggie here today.

Even if this genius makes people wonder, Regis is just a teenager, and as a seasoned investigator, he can always find some loopholes in his words.

“Who would have thought he was deliberately approaching a student?” Dearborn asked himself.

Before entering Hogwarts, Reggie lived with pure blood.

Compared to his Muggle-born friends, such as Gryffindor’s Lily Evans and Veela half-guna, or Anthony Dolokhov with whom he lives every day, Dilber En is more willing to trust his own judgment.

A sharp whistle came from outside the window, interrupting his thoughts.

Only then did Dearborn realize that it was twilight outside the window, and he subconsciously looked up at the clock.

“Is it so late for Merlin’s beard?” He deliberately stretched his tone exaggeratedly, “Rigi, how is your correction? How much is left?”

“Seven pages to go, sir,” said Ridge.

“Yes, then you can bring them all, I will keep these last few pictures for myself.” Dearborn put the book in his hand upside down on the table again, and beckoned him to come forward.

“You’re tired too. Would you like to take a break, have a cup of tea or something, or read a book?”

Reggie obediently handed over the parchment.

The meaning implied by the other party was too obvious, so he glanced at the cover on the table.

“Sir, do you like divination too?” he asked.

“I don’t have that talent, I just take a look…Professor Prewett has left a lot of good books here.” Dearborn casually flipped through the parchment, and he could see that Rigi was basically I wrote a review according to his request.

“But why did you just say ‘also?’” he asked keenly. “Who else is interested in divination?”

“Oh, no, sir,” said Ridge. “It’s just that I’ve seen this book in Professor Slughorn’s place, too, Prophecy of the Unforeseen: Keeping You Safe. I’ve always felt this The name is a bit of a mouthful. If I remember correctly, it was a Christmas present he received last year, and I happened to be next to him when the package arrived.”

“Really?” Dilbury pulled a chair and asked him to sit down. “Who gave it to him?”

“It’s Mulseb, sir.”

He said, as if remembering something again, and smiled slightly.

Dearborn hadn’t missed his subtle expression. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, sir,” Reggie replied. “It’s nothing important.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“It’s really not a big deal, sir,” Reggie insisted. “It’s just a harmless little joke, please don’t mind it.”

“I’m more curious if you say that.” Dearborn raised his chin. “I think it has something to do with Mulseb, right? Let me guess…isn’t it? Because he is your friend, it is inconvenient for you to say something?”

He couldn’t help leaning forward slightly, staring closely at Reggie’s eyes.

“Tell me, Reggie. You see, I’m not one of those unreasonable old-timers. I promise we won’t leave this room for today’s conversation.”

He winked playfully, “This is an agreement between two men.”

contract?

I’m just a kid, not quite a man.

Regis looked at the man in front of him with some amusing.

What does he think he is? An ignorant child?

After all, only fools and little devils would believe in such deceptive tricks as pacts.

However, he still decided to cooperate with the other party.

“Professor Dearborn, I…I don’t know if it’s appropriate…”

There is a play!

“Trust me, Reggie, we’re friends.”

As if making a major decision, Regis took a deep breath, “Are you sure you won’t tell anyone else?” He asked pretending to be solemn.

“It’s natural.”

So he lowered his head, pretended to think for a while, and then said, “Professor, it’s not a big deal… I just think it’s a bit inappropriate to say this to Murseb. But since you promised I won’t tell anyone, I think I can trust you.”

Professor Dearborn’s body came closer.

“Actually—this book was the gift that Senior Murseb gave to every professor at Christmas last year.”

Reggie sighed softly, as if reluctantly accepting that he still said this.

“Sir, you see… this is really wrong, but I guess he didn’t do it on purpose. Maybe her family doesn’t have the custom of Christmas, so she doesn’t have enough time to prepare. But, I think this is the best thing. Don’t let other professors know, especially Professor Slughorn – after all, everyone wants to be special.”

Dearborn froze for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh.

He didn’t expect to hear any important information from the beginning, but this relaxed state helped him to draw the distance between him and the students.

“It’s a random Christmas present, isn’t it?” He smiled and patted Reggie on the shoulder affectionately, “Don’t worry, I’ll never tell anyone about this! Reggie, you’re right, nobody I don’t want to be a special person anymore, what about you? Did he give you this book as a gift last Christmas?”

“No, sir.” The boy said calmly, “Senior Murseber didn’t prepare a Christmas present for me. I think he may have been too busy to forget.”

“Oh? I thought you were very good friends.”

“We are indeed… friends.” Reggie’s expression was obviously disappointed, “but, fortunately, he also gave the same book to other friends in the academy, I think, in a sense, no Is it a special thing to receive a gift?”

His answer was witty and witty, deftly helping his friend out, and more free and easy than Dearborn had expected.

It also made Dearborn appreciate him even more.

“So did you have any gifts for him last year?” he asked.

Reggie smiled embarrassedly. “Yes, sir.”

Eyes turned to the left, as if recalling, “I remember I gave away a wizard chess board…not a valuable thing. I thought Senior Murseb would like it – after all he used to be a long time ago. Playing chess with Avery and Rozier in the lounge, but…maybe I didn’t choose a good one, he doesn’t seem to like my gift very much, I think maybe he forgot to give me a gift in return reason.”

“Then you have to prepare well this year.” Dearborn crossed his fingers and put it on his chest, his eyes full of nostalgia.

“I once had a younger brother, and every year when I was preparing gifts for him was the most troublesome time for me… But, as someone who has come here, maybe I can help you with some advice-I suggest you learn from his life and Hobbies, for example, what does Victor Murseb like to do? Where is your favorite place to go?”

Reggie tilted her head slightly, showing a polite smile.

At this point, he can finally be sure that the purpose of Professor Dearborn’s call to come here today~www.mtlnovel.com~ is not because of his mistake, but because of some problems with the team. Temporarily diverted the other’s attention.

“What a hassle…” he thought sullenly.

But to stare at Mulseb…. he asked for it all.

He drew Professor Dearborn’s attention to Slytherin because of the many deliberately promoted folly and violence this semester.

Even himself had to be targeted by the Order of the Phoenix once again.

In the face of such a situation – being vigilant and suspicious, this is really not a pleasant experience.

The trouble must be over as soon as possible.

“Senior Murceb – I think, he likes to play chess and study some magic spells.”

“It’s a good hobby…” Wei En said, “However, sending books is too common. Does he have any other hobbies?”