Slytherin Lovers
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Sean felt strange when Tiara called himself and his followers all of a sudden. They should

attended the class that Hagrid taught today. But luckily, they have a special reason not to attend Hagrid's silly class.

Hagrid became a teacher teaching wildlife. According to him, maintaining wildlife is the most important lesson

silly thing he met at Hogwarts. In fact, Sean preferred the ancient runes over following Hagrid's lessons.

Tiara sat in her seat of greatness and looked at Sean and his friends one by one. There Vernon stood behind Tiara who invited strange gazes from various parties.

Sean cleared his throat, “What's up, professor?”

Tiara was amused when Sean called out to her formally, the girl gave a small smile. “I know, should be

I don't deserve to rule you. But this is an exception.” Said briefly, “Should Sean order you to move.”

Sean raised his eyebrows, confused by the direction Tiara spoke.

“I want you guys to be willing to eliminate the little mouse.”

No one dared to say Tiara except Sean, “Who, professor?”

“Murid Hufflepuff, prefect.” The answer is firm, “I want you to eliminate it.”

Christian's heart was pounding, he was scared. Professor Lestrange just told them to

eliminating a student. And he knew who Lestrange meant. Yocelyn Cromwell, seventh-year prefect.

They are certainly not stupid, eliminating means killing.

Hearing the characteristics of the person he was targeting, Krystal looked up and grinned. “Allow me to help

professor.”

Tiara rolled her eyes, she smiled with satisfaction. “Oh, sure, sure. You deserve to do it, baby.” Said

satisfied, “use whatever you have learned.”

Sean nodded, “But isn't this risky?”

Tiara laughed madly in her place and looked at Sean with an amused look, “Nobody will know, Malfoy. None.” Rigorously. “Do it cleanly. Tonight.”

Krystal seemed so happy to hear the orders Professor Lestrange had given them, but different

the same with Kai. The man looked so upset and disagreed. Like something's wrong.

Kai did not agree, but he did not dare to voice his opinion. Especially there Sean did not argue, which

this means that the man also agreed to Tiara's wishes.

“There is one thing you should know, Miss Cromwell knows what we will do.” His desire

making Sean stare at Tiara annoyed, “then from that, you guys have to clean it up tonight before-“

“Enough!” cut Sean, “I will join.”

The youngest Malfoy stared at Krystal. “Griffiths, you're coming with me. Phyton would love to eat

nighttime.”

Krystal nodded her head, meaning that Yocelyn would soon disappear and Jessica would be very grateful to her.

***

Mark's condition looks a little sad, especially the injuries he got. Madam Pomfrey sighed

after treating and casting some healing spells on Mark. The fifth-year student was unconscious.

The headmaster looked panicked, “How did this happen, Rubeus?”

Hagrid shook his head, “I'm sorry, professor. Fang found Mr. Carlton in the forbidden forest with some minor injuries.”

“I'll get some teachers to investigate what really happened,” Professor Mcgonagal sighed in relief, “At least he wasn't seriously injured. We can ask Mr. Carlton when he wakes up later.” Then Professor Mcgonagal left the infirmary with Madam Pomfrey.

“Hagrid, is Mark okay?” Xanders asked slowly.

“Hopefully everything is fine,” he said unsure, “Madam Pomfrey thought Carlton had just dueled

with somebody. For your information, Carlton was struck by a curse spell.”

Theo's anger at the tip of the horn suddenly disappears when he realizes where Mark went and what really happened.

Hagrid shook his head, turning to Wendy who was staring at Mark's bed. “Miss Son, thank you for

help earlier.”

Wendy nods sadly, Cho's daughter cang only help Madam Pomfrey treat Mark with a healing spell. It seems there are some wounds all over Mark's body that long to be removed. He also recalled that there were some black spells that could not be healed by healing spells, even hindering recovery if they tried to heal them.

“I'm back first,” said Hagrid, “Come on, Fang!”

Fang walked up following his owner leaving Evelyn and the others. Bianca sighed, she frowned when she noticed some of Mark's injuries. “Mantra curse.” Said slowly. “It looks like we know who did.” He said in a flat tone.

Theo's eyes are breaking, “Since when did you become a psychic?” tanyanya amused, actually Theo does not have the mood to joke. However, Bianca's words reminded her of professor Trelawney, a teacher of divination.

Bianca rolled her eyes, “There is no need to be a psychic, this must have been Malfoy and his knights.” The cynic. “Sorry, <TAG1>,

Wendy. I didn't mean to offend you but maybe you understand what I mean.”

Wendy did not flinch, she chose to take her eyes off Bianca who looked at her, “You can't accuse them carelessly.”

Bianca looked at Wendy angrily, “You said that just because you were the lover of one of them? What a reasonable defense.”

Xanders and Theo fell silent, they did not deny Bianca's words. Even Evelyn realized what Bianca meant, only she tried to deny the reality in her mind.

“Whatever it is, Wen.” Bianca said desperately, “You can ask your lover yourself or maybe you can

hope if your lover doesn't take part in this.”

Evelyn's heart twitched, like someone was pinching her. Unknowingly Bianca's speech was like a huge stone that fell on her

himself.

Bianca did not comment much and left Hospital Wing. Xanders stared at Bianca's departure and turned his gaze to Mark. Everyone knows what Malfoy did, besides being perfect, there are rumors that Malfoy often did bad things to some students who tried to get in his way, including cursing them.

Theo shook his head, cutting off Wendy's speech. “Don't now, Wen.” As for the confused Theo, “I need time to think.”

Theo chose to leave Hospital Wing leaving Evelyn and Xanders. The man smiled bitterly while looking at Wendy, “do not you take heart Bianca's words, he was just angry.”

Evelyn agreed with Xanders, “After all we do not know for sure who did it, we can ask after Mark woke up.”

***

Evelyn goes down the corridor, hoping to find Sean and ask him the truth. Not that he intended to accuse his lover, just that Bianca's words slightly shook his heart.

Evelyn also did not deny the facts when she remembered the time in their fourth year. A student

he was seriously injured after a duel with Sean. The bad news, the student moved to Dumstrangs after leaving St. Mungo.

But somehow the teachers always defended Sean. He didn't have to ask why, because Evelyn herself

realized it. Sean is a very good actor, his girlfriend doesn't like anything or anyone trying to get in his way.

Generations of Slytherin children appear at the end of the corridor, Evelyn intends to approach them before the old man berakung cleared his throat, “Miss Potter.”

Evelyn's steps are stopped, she finds Abeforth emerging from one of the classes. “Ya, professor?”

“Oh dear,” he said in a sad tone, “ada you should meet, dear.”

Evelyn raised her eyebrows clueless, “What's the professor?”

“I'm sure this isn't a worthy thing to talk about on Corridor.” Said Evelyn, “follow me.”

Evelyn went to follow Abeforth from behind to the old man's room. On the other hand Slytherin's disciples whispered, they were of course talking about Evelyn. Who doesn't know the main page of the daily prophet this morning.

Sean could only stare at his lover's back from a distance before smiling knots. He looked at Griffiths. “Krys, I hope you can help me tonight.”

Krystal nods vigorously, “Oh, sure, Malfoy. This is the opportunity I'm looking forward to.”

Evelyn wondered what made her dorm head call herself. But the question disappeared when

found her father and James standing inside Abeforth's office. Evelyn suddenly dazed, “Please enter, Miss Potter.”

Abeforth smiled sadly, “Mr Potter, maybe if you need space. I'll be ready-“

“No, sir.” Harry quietly, “Thank you.”

Harry looked at his little confused daughter, “Evelyn, we came to pick you up.”

“Why, dad?” Evelyn stared at her father's uncomfortable face, even James who usually looked very silly and noisy chose not to make a sound.

“Dad?”

Abeforth sighed, “I don't think Miss Potter read the daily prophet today.”

Evelyn froze before nodding, “Sorry sir, I am in a hurry to see Mark.”

Abeforth nodded, “I've given you permission to go home for a few days.”

“But-“

“Lyn, Molly died.” Harry's words suddenly make the performance of Evelyn's body stop working. The girl is at a loss for words, “There's something we should talk about at home, dear.”

***

The Gryffindor recreation room was so quiet, Irene did not need to ask why Evelyn had not returned. Abeforth had been looking for her in the dorm, Irene had thought that one of Potter's relatives had come to pick her up today.

Bianca entered and did not realize how quiet the Gryffindor common room was. “What's with them?” he asked when he realized some of his house material that showed a surprised face. Some of them don't even leave the daily prophet.

“I think you know why.”

Bianca looked at her friend in confusion, while the usually noisy Patricia did not say a word. Bianca turned her head, “What exactly is it?”

“Molly Weasley died, is on the main page of daily prophet.”

“Did-do Evelyn already know it?” bianca asked quietly, almost like a whisper.

Irene shook her head, “Down, but Professor Abeforth is looking for Evelyn.”

Yocelyn ran towards her recreation room, if she usually reprimanded the students or schoolgirls who were running around in

corridor, then this time he who ran around and raised a look of wonder. His heart was pounding hard, he could not believe what he had just heard.

Professor Lestrange's words were ringing in his mind.  What would he do to Malfoy.

Mind raging.

No, he had to save Malfoy before it was too late. He had to tell Malfoy about Tiara's plan.

Serin entered without making a sound, the girl frowned when she found Yocely – her roommate - muttering indistinctly. “Yocelyn, what's up?”

Yocelyn flinched, the girl shook her head violently. “Ah, ti-no.”

“You sure?”

Yocelyn forced her smile and nodded, “Te-of course, I was just trying to memorize some of my tasks.”

***

Longbottom, professor of Herbiology frowned while reading the main page of the daily prophet, his busyness because teaching made him forget the new edition of the daily prophet.

The middle-aged man did not expect, if the news of Molly Weasley was so horrendous. Molly Weasley's death was a few days away from Lucius's death.

“Professor.”

Longbottom cleared his throat, he placed his daily prophet on one of the wooden tables. The herbologist turned his head and found one of his former students.

“Weasley.”

Hugo weasley smiled, “There is something I want to ask professor.”

Longbottom frowned before nodding. “Previous, I am so sorry for the passing of Molly.” Neville felt the sadness that emanated on Hugo's brown netra. Neville was also close to Weasley's relatives, so he could feel what Hugo was feeling.

The red-spirited man nodded and looked at him nervously.

“So, what can I help you with?”