HP Dark Lord save the world

Chapter 207 Premonition
After eating, before class time, Itana wandered around the castle with the new product she received from Kvorna the day before yesterday, trying to find Peeves.

When she came to the second floor, she saw that Peeves was playing tricks on the students again, so she ran to Peeves in a few steps, blocking his next attempt to pour slug mucus on other people's faces.

The unlucky student thanked him repeatedly.

"Okay, I'm fine now, let's do what you want to do." In his eyes at this moment, Itana's smile was like an angel, full of brilliance that was difficult to look directly at, making one feel like a spring breeze.

After the Hufflepuff student thanked him again, he turned and trotted away, fearing that Peeves would chase him and trip him up again.

"You need to give me an explanation, you interrupted my great creation!"

Peeves looked a little angry, but because of the good cooperative relationship before, he temporarily suppressed the urge to fight Itana, and the deeper reason was that he had such a little fear, of course , he would not admit it.

"If your great creation consists in pouring strips of slug goo over other people's heads, so be it, Mr. Solo, who underwrites the cleaning, will kill you."

"I'm Sao Ling, how can he kill him?" Peeves said immediately that it was impossible.

"There is a saying that life is better than death. Mr. Barrow has often been active on the first floor of the castle recently. I don't think Mr. Solo would mind talking to him." Itana smiled slightly, "Okay, I'm looking for you. It's not about arguing with you."

"This is a bottle of mocking potion. People who drink it will keep talking about the things they have done that make him unspeakable, that is, black history. The way to remove the effect of the potion is to verbally abuse different people. Insulting or mocking." Itana took out a bottle of potion, and the deep purple liquid slowly flowed in the bottle.

Peeves' eyes lit up, and his expression became vicious: "Is this the new toy you mentioned?"

"That's right." Itana smiled, "In exchange, I need your strength to do one thing."

"what?"

"When Grid is taking a bath or changing clothes, pay attention to whether there are similar marks on his body." Itana took out a folded paper from her pocket and unfolded it in front of the other party. "Of course, it doesn't matter if it's not this mark, the main thing is to pay attention to whether there is anything on him."

"Didn't you say you weren't interested in him before, oh——I understand..." Peeves showed a wicked smile, and Itana's eyelids couldn't help twitching, and the veins on her forehead were obviously exposed.

"Just say you're going or not?" Itana asked with gritted teeth.

"Go, go, of course, make sure to complete the task, remember to keep things for me." Peeves floated away with a cheap smile, Itana exhaled, turned and ran to the classroom.

Itana ran past Slughorn like a gust of wind, and rushed into the classroom before him.

Slughorn: "?!"

Young people have no manners!

So for the whole class, Slughorn stared at Itana's table. In order to maintain his image as a well-behaved, sensible and good student, Tom's face did not change, but Itana didn't care. look, and even smiled brightly at the Professor when Slughorn looked over.

Slughorn: "..."

I'm a little upset, but I can't vent it, and I'm even more upset.

The consequence of being in a bad mood is that a student in Gryffindor was deducted a point from the school after adding a wrong dose of medicine. I'm afraid I'm going to turn into Grand Fuck on the spot.

The instigator of all this looked at the textbook in a daze, his mind full of what he was going to do next.

After class, out of Slughorn's sight, Tom couldn't help reaching out and patting his cheek, feeling that his expression just now might be fixed on his face if he was later.

"Itana, next... huh?" Tom said, turning his head to look at the tablemate, and saw that Itana was already lying on the table, pressing her face down on the table, with her arms around her head. Standard sleeping position.

"Did you take a nap at noon?" Tom asked, seeing that Itana didn't answer, she seemed to have fallen asleep, and sighed helplessly, "Well, no one will come to this classroom anyway, so you can take a nap." Yes, I'll wake you up before dinner."

"Actually, it's not necessary. I'll just lie down for a while, and I'll be fine soon. You can go about your own business..." Itana showed an undisguised tiredness.

"You have been very energetic before, what's the matter? Is the professor's lecture just boring?."

"Oh, I'm fine, it's just that I'm sleepy all of a sudden." Itana said, her voice gradually weakened.Anyway, there is no class at night, so it doesn't matter if you don't eat dinner, let's take a rest first.

Itana stopped talking, and Tom took out the book again, and sat quietly next to her to read.

When the surrounding sky was getting dark and the sun was setting, Tom glanced at Itana who was still not awake, and his eyes fell on her back.

Her back undulates slowly with the rhythm of her breathing. Her slightly curly black hair hangs long and hangs down to her sides. The glow of the setting sun shines on her hair. This scene is surprisingly peaceful, like the whole The world fell silent as the girl fell asleep, and only time was left.

But Tom knew that the sound from outside couldn't come through because he had cast a soundproofing spell around him.

It was almost dinner time, and just when Tom was hesitating whether to call Itana up, Itana jumped up from the chair, as if awakened from a nightmare.

She looked around with a puzzled expression, and suddenly said, "What time is it?"

"It's not too late. You can still catch up with the freshly baked bread when you go to the auditorium." Tom closed the book. "I didn't expect that you slept for more than three hours. Did you stay up late last night?"

"No, so I'm curious, where does my inexplicable sleepiness come from." Itana reached out and pressed her forehead, as if she hadn't fully woken up from sleep.

"Maybe it's because you're under a lot of pressure and tired during this time." Tom shrugged, "You're too strict with yourself, maybe you can relax a bit."

Of course Itana also wants to relax, to be an idle bastard all day long, and leave all the conspiracies and tricks and the chaos of the world to others to solve.

Unfortunately not.

When she learned that her surname contained a special meaning, she knew that she was already in a whirlpool.

Many times, even if she doesn't move forward, someone will push her forward.

She is not willing to be a life-and-death pawn in the hands of others, who will come when called, and go away when waved.

"You're right, maybe I should let Muir share more tasks." Itana smiled, stretched out her hand to stroke the hair on her forehead, and then froze.

"Tom," Itana said with some uncertainty in her voice, "Do you feel that my hair has become more gray?"

(End of this chapter)