CHAPTER 30
Harry gently closed the door. Just as he was about to put the invisibility cloak back into the cupboard, a faint voice came from behind him. "Ha … Li …"
Harry only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the ends of his hair. His whole body stiffened, but the shadow in the dark had quietly floated behind him. A pale hand had unknowingly placed on his shoulder. "Ha … Li …"
Trembling, Harry turned his head to the side and saw a white, freckled face in the dark night, glaring at him with resentment. "Ha …"
"Luo Er … Yes!" Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak, leaving only his head exposed. He looked at Ron with resentment before being slapped onto the bed.
Ron angrily sat down on the other bed and looked at Harry with dissatisfaction. "You actually sneaked out and didn't call me!"
"Didn't I come back to call you?" Harry hurriedly explained.
"Were you going to change your clothes before going out?" Ron teased as he glanced at Harry's open wardrobe.
Harry closed the cabinet door with his foot without changing his expression. He cleverly changed the topic. "I found something interesting. I wanted to come back and ask you to see it with me."
"What's that?" Ron immediately diverted his attention and put on the Invisibility Cloak with Harry.
When they came to the tapestry again, Harry pulled Ron aside and whispered, "Think of 'a room with a secret' and walk back and forth on this path three times." He did not tell Ron the secret of Fred and George.
After the third time, the bronze door appeared again.
"This is amazing!" Ron looked at the things in the storeroom in surprise. Harry waited for him to have enough fun before pulling him in front of the mirror. "Look! What did you see? "
"This mirror …" Ron swallowed his saliva, widened his eyes, and shouted, "I'm the president of the Boy's Student Union? Oh, not only that, I'm also holding up the School Cup and the Quidditch Cup! Harry, this mirror can predict the future! "
"It's not foretelling the future." Harry gestured for him to read the words on the frame. "This is a mirror that can show a person's desire."
"Oh. That's not bad either! " Ron was completely immersed in the glorious image. After a long while, he remembered that Harry had been standing next to him. He quickly pulled Harry to the mirror. "Harry, come on, take a look. What do you see?"
"I saw …" Harry bit his lower lip and stared at the Eris Magic Mirror. He whispered, "I saw a red-haired woman with beautiful green eyes. She was looking at me …"
Ron exclaimed softly. He had seen this woman in Harry's photo album. Harry continued, "She was my mother, Lily Potter … There was a man with messy hair standing next to her. He was wearing glasses and smiling happily. He hugged Lily with one hand and rubbed my hair with the other. He was my father, James Potter." Harry smiled. "I saw my family."
The two boys took turns in front of the magic mirror for an hour before they could not withstand the chill and sleepiness. They walked out of the secret room and prepared to return to the dormitory. Along the way, they could not help but talk about how many honors Ron had received in the mirror. As they were about to return to the tower, a scary man in black suddenly appeared in front of them. From his expression, it was likely that he had heard their voices.
Harry could feel that Ron suddenly froze beside him. At the same time, Snape, who was holding a lamp in front of them, lowered his voice and hissed, "Ha, looks like a little rat has slipped out." He could not see the two people in the invisibility cloak, but he seemed to have confirmed that the one who slipped out was a student of Gryffindor. Therefore, he blocked the path that they had to pass.
Ron gently pulled Harry back, indicating that he was not going to return to the dormitory.
This was not the way. Harry could faintly hear Madam Loris's cry. That meant that Filch and his cat were not far away.
The people in the invisibility cloak and the professor in black were in a stalemate.
It was Harry who broke the stalemate. He gently came out of the invisibility cloak and made a shushing gesture before Ron could speak. Ron quickly shut up, but he still looked at Harry nervously.
Harry walked out of the shadow of the pillar in a daze and walked directly in the direction of Snape.
Ron covered his mouth in fear. He did not understand whether Harry was going to apologize to Snape or fight him.
But neither was the case. Harry just walked into Snape's sight in a daze. He ignored Snape's roar and continued to walk toward the portrait of the fat woman. Then, he was stopped by Snape.
"Harry Potter!" The angry Snape grabbed the expressionless boy. "What kind of trick are you playing?!" The boy was still stiffly looking in the direction of Gryffindor's dormitory. He was also walking uselessly.
Snape looked at the boy's blank eyes and became vigilant. The first thought that came to his mind was, "Soul Seizing Spell?" Then he remembered that there was a disease in the muggle world called "sleepwalking."
"Potter has a problem with sleepwalking?" Snape was at a loss.
There seemed to be some commotion in Hogwarts at night these few days. That was why that old fellow Filch had asked Lin Li through Dumbledore to come and patrol the place. As a result, he caught a sleepwalking Potter in one night.
After struggling for a while, the sleepwalker closed his eyes and fell asleep leaning on Snape's arm.
Snape did not know much about sleepwalking, but he vaguely heard that sleepwalkers could not be easily woken up. So — "Damn Potter!"
Ron, who was hiding in the Invisibility Cloak, held his chin with one hand and clenched his fist with the other. He watched his good brother being carried away by Slytherin's old bat.
Snape had a special preference for Harry Potter? Ron did not believe it in the past, but now … Anyway, when the news of Harry being grounded by Snape the next day spread, Ron turned his head to express his silence amidst the sounds of silence for Harry.
Snape's confinement would last until the end of the holiday. Harry counted the days and sighed. He simply went back to the dormitory and moved all his holiday homework to the cellar. Snape did not have that many slugs to peel for him anyway, so he might as well settle down and make up for the homework he owed.
Harry's confinement aside, it was about time for Robin to leave the Union Building. Jason Todd very enthusiastically packed his brother's luggage, only wanting to kick him out the next morning.
Dick opened the door to the temporary dormitory and saw that the room was empty. Jason had even packed the towels he used in the bathroom, leaving only a bed for him to sleep on. Nightwing helplessly looked at Red Hood, who was hugging his shoulders and snorting coldly. "Little Wing … Do you have to be like this?"
Jason grinned. "Yes."
Dick sighed and sat down on the bed. He patted the side and motioned for Jason to sit over so that the two brothers could have a good chat.
"Ahem …" Dick cleared his throat and looked at Jason. "Well, you know why I'm here, right?"
Jason's face immediately darkened. He got up to leave, but Dick quickly held him down. "Don't run!"
Both of them were Robins, and their fighting strength was comparable. However, Dick had the advantage of age, and compared to physical skills, Jason was actually better at guns. So, after a few rounds of fighting, Dick still held Jason down. He panted and said awkwardly, "You really don't want to see Bruce again?"
"I'm not seeing her!" Jason kicked Dick away and stood up, clenching his teeth as he pulled on his jacket.
Dick wanted to say something, but Jason glared at him coldly. "If you still want to be my brother, don't come here to be Bruce Wayne's lobbyist."
"I'm not here to put in a good word for Bruce. I know his temper." Dick tactfully comforted his brother. When he saw Jason's expression soften, he said, "But you came to the Hogwarts without even saying goodbye. Bruce almost tore me apart …"
Jason glanced at Dick and said sarcastically, "He can't bear to part with his little robin."
"We're all Robins." Dick smiled until Jason turned his head away in disgust.
"Hey, Little Wing, there's something you don't know, right?" Seeing that Jason was still silent, Dick had to reveal his trump card. "The old man recently found his biological son."
"What biological son …" Jason retorted impatiently, but it seemed that he only realized what Dick was talking about after he said it. His face instantly turned cold, and he stared at Dick. "What are you talking about?"
Dick still had the kind smile of a big brother, but Jason already saw a trace of unnaturalness in his smile — a terrifying unnaturalness. He listened to Dick ramble on about Batman's clichéd identification. "… The child is only nine years old this year. His name is Damien. He's pretty good at fighting, but his temper — Jason, his temper is worse than when you were a child."
Jason had been keeping his head down since Dick said that Damien was confirmed as Batman's biological son. Only now did he raise his head expressionlessly. "What are you trying to say? What does it have to do with me that he found his biological son? "
Dick was stunned for a moment, then he laughed shamelessly. "Let me tell you a joke! The old man is such a calm person, but when he sees his biological son, he actually loses his cool … "
"His biological son is naturally more important than his godson." Jason suddenly laughed, and then slowly said.
This time, it was Dick's turn to be unable to laugh.
Jason slowly tapped his boots on the ground. "Looks like the security in Broodhaven is pretty good … No wonder Nightwing has the time to sneak out to find out about Batman's family — and even wants to get me back … Which word is more appropriate? Fight for favor? "
Dick tidied his clothes, stood up, and walked out. "It's getting late. I have a flight tomorrow, so I'm going to bed."
Jason coldly watched Dick walk out before saying, "Next door is my room."
Dick walked back in, and Jason chuckled as he walked out. The moment they brushed past each other, Dick suddenly patted Jason on the shoulder.
Jason turned around and saw a big smile on Dick's face. "A certain mercenary has been blocking people in Gotham recently. Do you think I should leave him a message or something?"
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