Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 215 Gerald’s Invitation

After returning to the Slytherin common room, Ulysses once again welcomed the attention of the students of the Snake Academy.

He is now a high-profile person in Slytherin College, and any move will more or less attract their attention. It took half a month before school started before returning to school. This time it disappeared for two days, which made the little snakes unable to help whispering.

Draco’s group was used to it. They exchanged greetings with Ulysses for a while, and seeing that his face was a little tired, they did not force him to chat, but let him go back to the dormitory to rest.

Ulysses stepped into room 409 and saw Gerrard reading at a glance. He was the only person in the empty dormitory, and he didn’t find it boring, on the contrary, it was a bit to his liking that no one interrupted his study.

“Ulysses, you are back.”

Gerrard looked up and said hello with a smile.

“Um.”

Ulysses lay straight on the bed, took a deep breath, felt the fragrance on the back of his pillow, and suddenly felt at home.

“Every time I’m so fascinating, sometimes it makes me feel that I live in this dormitory only.”

Gerald smiled, “From what I know about you, I’m afraid you will often not be in the dormitory in the future, right?”

After Anderson and Traverse died, at the beginning of the new semester, the prefect of Slytherin asked Ulysses and Gerrard whether they needed to change the dormitory again, but they both found it troublesome and declined.

“Maybe.”

Ulysses replied casually, his mind floating in the underground black market of London.

I don’t know how long it will take after Dumbledore takes over. If Mr. Crocker was not rescued, Ulysses would feel a little guilty.

After all, he wanted to test Mr. Crocker and acted alone. Now that he confirmed that Mr. Bold was the one with the problem, Ulysses was a little uneasy, but his trust in Dumbledore could also keep him. Enough optimism.

“Then do you have time to be a guest at my house?”

Gerald hesitated for a moment, still inviting.

“Oh?”

Ulysses raised his brows slightly, but he did not expect that Gerrard would send out such an invitation, and said with a smile, “Is it from your family? Or…”

“Home.”

Gerrard’s expression became more relaxed after speaking out, “Your current name is very big in the pure-blood family. My father and the Uncles want to have formal contact with you.”

Ulysses pondered for a moment and asked:

“When? I may not have time on Saturday and Sunday.”

“Then next Friday afternoon, there will be no class that afternoon.”

“Okay. I’ll be there then.”

After Ulysses responded, he closed his eyes.

When Gerrard heard his promise, there was no joy on his face, only a little anxiety.

He stared at the book, but did not turn the page for a while, but murmured:

“Ulysses is so powerful, she can definitely suppress her aura…Wait, see who I bring back to treat you this time, my…Big sis…”

…

The next morning, Ulysses sat refreshingly at the long Slytherin table, enjoying a hearty breakfast at Hogwarts.

As usual, the owls flew in from the skylight to deliver letters to the students.

Ulysses also received several letters, one of which was intelligence from Rita Skeeter. She said that Mr. Bode did nothing unusual yesterday and spent a day in the mysterious affairs department.

It’s just that his colleague Mr. Crocker had no news, and he didn’t say anything, he didn’t seem to worry about… or accidents at all.

The other one is from Sirius Black, asking Ulysses when he will be able to catch Peter Pettigrew, and to clean up his charges, so that he can visit his godson in an open manner.

After Ulysses saw the last sentence, he shook his head helplessly, because Sirius Black said that he was already waiting in the screaming hut and asked Ulysses to meet him.

After putting away the letter casually, Ulysses stroked his chin, thinking that things with Peter Pettigrew would indeed speed up.

At this point where Voldemort is suspected to be about to resurrect, the sooner you send him to Voldemort, the sooner you can obtain information there. Presumably Peter Pettigrew will not dare to let the second and fifth son’s problems come back. After all, Ulysses is here. He certainly didn’t want to accept the little gift left on his body.

After finishing the one-day course, Ulysses took advantage of the silence of the night and evaded Filch’s search route, and quickly got into the secret passage under the beating willow.

The secret path was as dark as ever. Even if Ulysses had something to illuminate it, the light could not go far. Looking ahead, nothing was dark to see.

But Ulysses was already familiar with this secret passage, and he could walk out with his eyes closed. He kept under his feet, bent over and trot, and quickly ran most of the secret road.

However, at The next moment, he saw an unusual thing lying in the middle of the secret road, blocking his way.

Ulysiston stopped and pulled out his wand subconsciously.

The thing was still hidden outside the envelope of light, and only a black outline could be seen from him.

“what?”

Ulysses frowned and murmured, and slowly approached, the wand in his hand pointed firmly at the opponent, as long as it moved, the curse that was ready to be cast would be released.

But when the light shone on the dark shadow, he was taken aback.

“Black? Why…”

It was Sirius Black who had an appointment with Ulysses who was leaning in the secret path. He fell to the ground feebly and fell into a coma.

His wand rolled down not far away, and his breathing was already very weak.

Ulysses inspected it roughly, and immediately found that the front of Sirius Black’s clothes had been torn in half, and on his half-exposed chest, there was a bruise with the size of a fist slightly collapsed.

“The rib is broken.”

Ulysses stretched out his hand and touched it, and then simply tore off his shirt, and found that there was still a bruise on his waist.

“Healing as ever.”

Ulysses raised his wand, pointed it at his wound, and said softly.

There are not many healing spells Ulysses knows, but each is very proficient. After all, he was the only one who had been out of the group of ghosts since he was eight years old. In most cases of fights and duels in the underground black market of Paris, he has to heal himself.

The soft white light flowed from the tip of Ulysses’ wand and poured into Sirius Black’s wound. Soon, the light continued to shine on the wound, and Sirius Black’s painful expression gradually eased.

Ulysses stood quietly aside, waiting for the full effect of the spell.

This time the situation was indeed beyond his expectation, and the specifics could only wait for Sirius Black to wake up.