Chapitre 47: My Homework is Not in the Drawer
David had just finished Potions class, and two things were clear: Professor Snape didn't like Gryffindor, and he certainly didn't like David.
During the class, Neville nearly added porcupine spines to his potion while it was on the fire. David stopped him just in time, but the noise caught Snape's attention.
"Scamander, showing off your knowledge, are you? Five points from Gryffindor," Snape sneered coldly.
David sighed. If he hadn't stopped Neville, Snape would have said something like, "Why didn't you stop him, Scamander? Do you enjoy watching others fail? Another five points from Gryffindor!"
It was a no-win situation, just like the stories David remembered about Snape's treatment of Harry. Snape seemed to single Harry out as if trying to gain his attention—much like a schoolboy teasing someone he secretly liked. But for Harry, Snape's behavior was nothing but frustrating.
At dinner, Harry grumbled, "What does Snape have against me? He's always targeting me!"
David wanted to explain: It's not you, Harry. He hated your father but secretly protects you. However, it wasn't the time to reveal Snape's complicated past. Harry would learn the truth someday.
After dinner, Harry asked, "David, want to come with me to Hagrid's cabin?"
"No, Hermione and I are heading to the library," David replied, shrugging.
Ron groaned dramatically. "Do you two ever take a break? No one can keep up with you!"
David smirked. "Oh, really? Finished your Transfiguration homework, Ron?"
Ron froze, then quickly pulled Harry away. "Come on, Harry, let's not bother them."
As they walked off, Hermione frowned. "Did you let them copy your homework again?"
"No, Hermione," David defended. "They just use it as… reference."
Hermione crossed her arms. "They should be doing their homework on their own."
David sighed, picking up Hermione's bag. "Okay, let's go to the library before you start lecturing me."
"Don't just brush me off!" Hermione snapped, following him.
Later that evening, after finishing their studies, David and Hermione parted ways. Back in the dormitory, David found Ron and Harry returning from Hagrid's cabin.
"David, I brought you something!" Ron announced proudly, holding out a round pie.
David rolled his eyes. It was one of Hagrid's infamous rock cakes. He'd learned his lesson after nearly breaking his teeth on one before.
"No, thanks," David said, pushing the pie back. "You eat it. If you don't finish, I'll tell Hagrid!"
Ron grimaced but put the rock cake in a box.
Harry, however, looked distracted. "What's wrong, Harry?" David asked.
Harry hesitated. "While I was at Hagrid's, I saw a report about a robbery at Gringotts."
"What about it?"
"It mentioned the vault Hagrid and I visited before. The one we emptied."
Ron's eyes widened. "You took something? What was it?"
"It's safe at Hogwarts now," Harry said thoughtfully. "What do you think, David?"
David shrugged. "If Hagrid took it, he must have given it to Dumbledore. Don't worry, Harry. It's secure."
Harry nodded, reassured.
"Alright, I'm off to bed," David said, lying down. "Oh, and Ron? My homework's not in the drawer."
Ron froze but quickly cheered, dashing to the drawer to grab David's homework. "Harry, want to join me?"
Harry grinned and followed Ron out of the room, leaving David to sleep in peace.
At midnight, David woke quietly. Everyone else was sound asleep. It was the weekend tomorrow, and even Harry wasn't having his usual nightmares.
Disappearing under a Disillusionment Charm, David slipped out of the dormitory and made his way to the kitchens.
"Sir, you're back!" a house-elf greeted eagerly, beating the others to the punch.
"Let the elves who didn't get a turn last time prepare something today," David said with a smile.
Cheers erupted among the elves as they rushed to cook. After eating his fill, David packed some food and headed to the fourth floor.
"Moloch," David called softly, tossing a piece of barbecue to the three-headed dog. "Has anyone besides Hagrid been here recently?"
Moloch growled thoughtfully, then barked twice.
"Two people?" David guessed. "Did you let them in?"
Moloch nodded, clearly uneasy.
David frowned. "Did Dumbledore send them? Is the Philosopher's Stone hidden here?"
Moloch didn't respond, so David patted one of its heads. "Alright, eat up. Afterward, I'll play the flute, and you'll fall asleep, okay?"
Moloch nodded eagerly, finishing the food.
But before David even played a note, Moloch flopped onto the floor, pretending to be asleep.
"You're getting lazy," David muttered, chuckling as he pushed open the trapdoor.
This time, the space below had changed. Dim lights now lined the walls, revealing a massive network of vines filling the area.
David recognized it immediately. "Devil's Snare," he murmured.
This magical plant could entangle and harm anyone who fell into it. However, David also knew its weakness—light and warmth. It could be defeated easily by anyone who understood it.
"Is this a trap or just a buffer?" David wondered aloud, peering into the eerie room below. He'd have to proceed carefully.
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