Hogwarts, where the stars shine

In the dead of night, Mesa was lying on his side on the bed, breathing evenly and steadily, as if he had fallen asleep.

There was a soft click, and the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside. The light from the corridor flooded into the bedroom, illuminating the side of Mesa's face.

Lucian Bol and Perigen Derek returned. They tiptoed into the house, closed the door, and sat down on their curtained beds.

After a burst of rustling sounds, the dormitory returned to calm late at night.

After an unknown amount of time, Bol and Derek also fell asleep, snoring deeply.This snoring overshadowed the gentle waves outside the window and became the main theme of the bedroom.

In the darkness, Mesa slowly opened her eyes, her black eyes shining with brilliance.

Mesa had indeed fallen asleep before, but when the two men returned to the dormitory, the noise they made woke him up.

Lifting the silver-embroidered quilt, Mesa stepped out of bed quietly without making the slightest sound.He first came to Lucien Bol's bedside and looked at his sleeping roommate intently.

After a while, Mesa leaned down and whispered softly in Lucian Bol's ear.

He said: "In this dark night, there will be no stars to guide your way forward. You will be submerged in the boundless sea of ​​blood until you die... There is an unquenchable fire in the depths of hell, which will burn your remains. body, evaporate your blood...your embers will appear in front of your parents, and they will shed tears all day long..."

As Mesa whispered the curse, Lucien Bol's originally calm face was filled with pain, as if he had really fallen into the boundless sea of ​​blood, and seemed to be burned and swallowed by the flames from hell.

Lucien Bol's body twitched and trembled, as if he wanted to wake up from the endless pain, but his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds and he could not open them. He could not leave the nightmare.

Mesa straightened up beside the bed, with a very indifferent expression on his face, as if he had done something trivial.Mesa then walked over to Perikin Derek's bedside and did the same thing.

Tonight, Perikin Derek had a wonderful dream. He dreamed that he drove away the stinky Mesa, and dreamed that he became the Quidditch captain and led the school team to keep the old enemy Gryffindor clean.

But after a vicious whisper, the dream transformed.

The Quidditch cup in his hand suddenly turned into a venomous snake, and the smelly snake's mouth suddenly bit Derek, causing blood to spurt out in an instant.

One, two, three... The venomous snake in the dream attacked Derek almost crazily. His neck and chest were submerged in red, but he neither died nor woke up. He was only accompanied by unbearable severe pain.

Suddenly, the poisonous snake disappeared, and the helpless Derek was inexplicably saved. However, the newly raised hope was shattered by the cold wind that hit his face, which destroyed his body like a sharp blade...

Outside the dream, Mesa seemed to be exhausted, weakly holding on to the pillars of the bed, and staggering back to his curtained bed.

Although Mesa did not intend to curse his two roommates to death, but only wanted to teach them an unforgettable lesson, the curse on Bol and Derek still greatly consumed Mesa's mental state.

This world is relatively fair. If you use your own malice to curse others or slander others, you will have to pay a corresponding price.Whether it was Bol and Derrick who intended to commit violence, or Mesa who fought back too much.

From the day he realized he was different, Mesa has been honing his abilities, day after day, year after year.Mesa may not have many magic spells, but he can do many frightening things with his magic.

Just like the dagger that snatched the male owner of Room 7 on South Acre Street, just like the curse on Bol and Derek tonight.Hanging an adult Muggle man from the rafters was not a lie.

The weak Mesa glanced at his roommate who was in pain and said softly: "Good night, sweet dreams, Lucian, Perigen."

The mentally exhausted Mesa fell asleep quickly. The sun will rise as usual tomorrow, and Bol and Derek will not dare to disturb him for a long time.

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The next morning, Mesa woke up early as usual, but he did not leave the dormitory in a hurry. Instead, he went to check on the situation of Bol and Derek.

The first thing he saw was naturally the two people's expressions of extreme pain, with scars appearing on their exposed skin. The curse had taken effect on Bol and Derek just as Mesa had imagined.

Ten minutes later, a freshly dressed Mesa appeared in the auditorium, savoring her breakfast at the Slytherin table.

Not long after, Lilia Shafiq came over and sat down. While taking food from her plate, she said, "I heard about what happened last night. What are you going to do?"

Lilia knew that the luggage was thrown out of the common room, so what did she hear about it?Was it Flint who led people to block the dormitory, or was it the olive branch extended by prefect Gascoigne?

"What to do?" Mesa asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Of course it's Gascoigne, don't act stupid!" Lilia said as she spread jam on the slices of bread.

Putting down the food in his hand, Mesa said seriously: "I refused Gascoigne's help. I don't think he, or they, can bring me real shelter."

Lilia was not too surprised by Mesa's choice. She seemed to have guessed that Mesa would refuse the other party's assistance.

Slytherin's argument about pure blood has been around since ancient times, and no one has objected to it for thousands of years, but it still hasn't changed Slytherin's views on blood.

Pure-blood supremacy reached its peak a few years ago, bringing boundless darkness and heavy pain to the British wizarding world.

Even though those dark years have passed, the pride in one's own blood, the disdain for Muggle origins, and mixed-blood wizards, this pure-blood supremacy that has been passed down for thousands of years, cannot be easily shaken by a few students.

Change requires a great leader, a group of pioneers who go on to succeed, and it also requires the blood of warriors to open the way.

Both the prefect Gascoigne and the student mutual aid group are too weak.They have no ability to solve the problem at the root. All these people can do is to join the group to keep warm.

"I really want to know how you will deal with the current situation." Lilia muttered in a low voice, her words full of resentment.

If you only talk about three points, you can't throw your whole heart away.

Mesa has always kept the teachings of his ancestors in mind, so naturally he will not tell the truth to Lilia.

After all, Shafiq is also a vested interest in pure-blood superiority.

Although Lilia had always been friendly, Mesa did not trust the beautiful girl in front of him.

After all, someone once said: My child, when you grow up, beware of women lying to you. The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.

"I'm also curious, why do you care about me so much?" Mesa joked, "Could it be that... you like me? That's not possible. I don't want to go to Azkaban to be gilded."

After all the calculations, Lilia Shafiq was only eleven years old, a very punishing age.

It's a pity that Mesa's gag failed to make him see "the tenderness of bowing his head the most", but instead he got a pair of blank eyes.

"I think you should take a look in the mirror. Who would like that ghost look of yours!" Lilia said disdainfully. As she spoke, she took out a makeup mirror from her bag.

Mesa was a little surprised. Although he didn't pay much attention to his appearance, he still had a certain awareness of his appearance.What a ghost?Are you sure you're talking about Mesa Black?

Taking the makeup mirror, Mesa held it up hesitantly.

The self in the mirror is still handsome, but his face is as pale as paper, his lips are bloodless, and his eyes are bloodshot. He really has a "ghost look".

At this time, Lilia Shafiq said again: "Do you need help? I can make you look radiant and radiant instantly!"

Seeing the small bag that Lilia held up and the eager look in her eyes, Mesa decisively rejected the other party without hesitation.

Merlin knew what Lilia would turn into for him!