HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 38 The Way Forward

Landric was picked up by Snape and gently placed on the small bed in the cellar as if it were a precious treasure.

He didn't faint and clearly sensed the gentleness of Snape's movements.

This isn't Snape's style at all. Hmm, maybe he can be a little more unrestrained in the future; pushing his luck is his habit.

Children are the most class-conscious; although they cannot express it, they can perceive it and act accordingly.

Landric said: When people are loved, they may take it for granted—yes, he was one of them.

Snape couldn't understand Landric's inner thoughts; he just kept brewing the medicine.

Smelling the bitter smell in the air, Landric suddenly felt a strong urge to leave.

Goodbye, Dad, I'm about to set sail.

She sneaked out of bed and tiptoed two steps toward the door.

Snape caught a glimpse of Landric's little movement out of the corner of his eye, and without turning his head, he reached out and scooped up the little man who was trying to sneak away, bringing him back.

Landric: My dear professor, at this moment you don't actually have to be so perceptive, thank you. ಥ⌣ಥ

Snape was quick; in no time, the potion was placed in front of Landric. Landric immediately put on a mask of pain and turned his face to the other side.

Seeing his resistance, Snape's brows furrowed into a tight knot, and his voice carried an undeniable authority: "Drink it, don't dawdle."

Landric looked at Snape pitifully and muttered, "It's too bitter, I don't want to drink it."

Unfortunately, Snape remained unmoved. He would never spoil a child; he was simply not that kind of person!

Landric reluctantly took the bowl of medicine, but the pungent smell almost made him vomit as soon as he put it to his lips.

He gritted his teeth, steeled himself, closed his eyes tightly, and gulped down a large mouthful. Instantly, his features contorted. "Ptooey, Professor, this is even worse than the stinky mushrooms I stepped on in the Forbidden Forest last time." Snape's lips twitched slightly. "Enough talk, drink it all up."

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Landric, with a resolute expression on his face, downed the whole thing in one gulp, as if he were going to die a heroic death.

"Professor, you've finished your drink ╥﹏╥"

Snape nodded in satisfaction, then his expression changed, and he said in a grim tone, "Alright, now explain yourself, when did you go to the Forbidden Forest?"

What did you say? What forest ban? What forest ban? What forest ban?

The person in front of him had taken feigning ignorance to the extreme, which made Snape laugh in exasperation.

"Well, it seems our Slytherin prefect is quite confident in his abilities."

Snape's black cuff brushed against the crystal vial, reflecting a cold, eerie green light. As he turned, his black robes billowed like a viper closing its scales, and the tip of his wand pressed against the silver serpent badge on the young prefect's chest.

Landric paused slightly, then smiled. "What is the Dean worried about?"

Snape keenly sensed the change in address and realized that Landric was starting to dislike his behavior. Somewhat bewildered, he put away his wand.

Snape was silent for a moment. "As the head of the house, I think I have an obligation to ensure the safety of the students."

You weren't like this in the original story, of course, Landric wouldn't dare say that openly.

"Okay, Professor, I understand. I won't go to the Forbidden Forest again."

The way he was addressed had changed back, and Snape's expression softened.

"Professor, shall I take my leave now?"

Landric didn't wait for Snape's reply and started to walk away. Just as his fingers touched the doorknob, Snape's helpless yet indulgent voice rang out behind him.

"If you need anything, just come to me, whether it's the Forbidden Forest or the library."

Landric paused, then turned and gave Snape a bright smile. "Really? Thank you so much, Professor."

Snape didn't explicitly mention the forbidden section of the library, but Landric knew it; Snape must have known he had been there.

Well, Dumbledore didn't contact him, which suggests two possibilities: either Snape didn't tell Dumbledore, or he did tell him, but Dumbledore simply held back.

Although he personally preferred the former, the latter was also a strong possibility.

Landric was a little confused. How did Snape know that?

The former is the best option right now. If it's the latter, as long as Dumbledore doesn't make a move, it means that Dumbledore is also assessing whether he will pose a threat, but it doesn't really matter for the time being.

This is actually a good thing, since what he did is now out in the open, and he can just ask Snape for help if he needs anything in the future.

But... Heaven knows, he truly had no intention of harming Dumbledore, his savior, Hogwarts, or the wizarding world.

Strictly speaking, he has been uncertain about his future ever since he was born. He may have rights, but he doesn't like to pursue them.

The Rozier family was in decline at first, but after he was born, his mother became incredibly energetic and transformed into a powerful woman. Under her leadership, the Rozier family began to revive, and he really didn't have any goals to strive for.

As for Draco's constant talk about pure-blood glory, he has never been particularly interested in it.

After all, he was born in China in his previous life. Which family didn't have a few famous ancestors? Which family didn't have a few noble ancestors? Five thousand years of development, everyone is equal.

His only thought, or rather his goal, now is to study the magic of time and space and figure out how he ended up in that situation in his past life.

Hogwarts is quite troublesome. Advanced magic is only available in the library, and there are even age restrictions. Now, the headmaster of Hogwarts is very vigilant, fearing that another Voldemort might appear.

So he could only sneak around to the library to find information and to the Forbidden Forest to find materials.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Even if Dumbledore and Snape really start to be wary of him, so what? They can't kill him anyway.

Landric cleared his mind, no longer needing to think about his next move; the feeling of not thinking about anything was quite pleasant.

Let's go, not back to the dorm, let's go to the rooftop and bask in the moonlight. Before I discovered that my soul was a moon spirit, it was fine, but now that I have, it feels like I've given myself a psychological suggestion. He feels quite comfortable basking in the moonlight now (just kidding).

(Sleeping under the moon will increase your magic faster), but Landric doesn't tell the reader. |(￣3￣)|.

Draco, who was still in the dorm eagerly waiting for Landric to return and had even warmed his bed, never expected that his brother wouldn't be coming back.

Tonight is another night where Draco has the dorm all to himself.