Chapter 93 Misunderstanding?
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
"It's been so long, are you still angry with me?"
Patricia threw her cloak away and stretched lazily on the sofa.
Without the cover of the black cloak, her slim figure was highlighted even more gracefully.
Glenn relaxed a little and put away his guard against using the phoenix feathers at any time, then glanced at the messy room furnishings and the cloak that was hung on the armrest of the sofa and half dragged to the ground.
"What do I have to be angry about? It's your own business to study magic. It has nothing to do with me!"
He resisted the urge to pick up the cloak and fold it, and said with a straight face.
"Look at this room of yours! How many times have I told you that you are still so slovenly despite your age, and your cloak is thrown around so casually?"
Patricia smiled, pretending to be melancholy.
"Who asked my little Momi to abandon me like this..."
Glenn rolled his eyes, found an armchair and sat down, and said angrily: "Tell me, what are you doing with me?"
Without waiting for Patricia to answer, he added another sentence.
"If it's still your black magic stuff, don't talk about it. I'm not interested at all."
"No, no!" Patricia turned over and stood up, "I have decided to give up black magic."
Glenn glared at her: "It's weird to believe you. There was that kind of magic in the first class. How could it not be black magic?"
"What do you mean?" Patricia explained, "That is soul magic, which is different from black magic."
"Really?"
Glenn pretended to be dubious and glanced at her sideways.
The woman nodded slightly, showing a charming smile, but there was a hint of meaning in her watery eyes.
Glenn narrowed his eyes slightly.
They are all foxes who have been cultivating for thousands of years. Why are you playing with me here?
You don't study black magic, but you think about resurrecting medieval dark wizards every day?
Patricia turned around and made a pot of tea, hovering in the air with her wand.
"Still the same three pieces of candy as before?"
Glenn's heart tightened, and he instantly realized something was wrong.
If I guess correctly, this is a test.
Although Patricia didn't know about Glenn's Metamorphmagus powers, everyone knew about the famous Polyjuice Potion.
The reason why he came to him so far in advance was obviously because the polyjuice potion only lasted one hour.
"Are you too old and your memory has deteriorated?" Glenn glanced at her with disgust, his expression natural, "I obviously only added two pieces of candy."
As for the Veritaserum, he wasn't worried.
Although this potion is colorless, odorless and difficult to detect, the process of answering questions after taking it will leave a memory. This is why Robert Hilliard's memory was modified by the Forgetting Curse.
It can be seen from Patricia's proactive behavior that she did not want to cause trouble, but intended to use lies to deceive Morgana into voluntarily performing the ritual, rather than forcefully coercing her.
Otherwise, she just needs to throw a stun spell directly when entering the door.
What's more, as far as Glenn knew, a strong enough willpower and Occlumency could also resist the effects of Veritaserum.
Patricia slapped her forehead and pretended to be stunned and said, "I remembered it wrong..."
Glenn held the tea cup and sat leisurely in the armchair, taking a sip from time to time, as if he had long been accustomed to this way of getting along, but in his heart he was waiting for the other person to speak first.
"By the way," Patricia suddenly said, "Do you still have that sword with you?"
Glenn was startled.
That sword...
Could it be the gift Morgana gave herself at Christmas?
"No..." he replied, "I put it in the bedroom."
"Oh?"
Patricia's expression changed slightly, and there was a bit of smile in her eyes.
Glenn was worried about being exposed, so he quickly made up a reason: "I don't want to touch the things in that ruins anymore."
"Is that so..." the woman showed a regretful expression, "I thought you had already chosen your own guardian knight."
Guardian Knight, this is the second time Glenn has heard this word.
Judging from what Patricia means, this is not just a literal meaning, but perhaps there is a deeper meaning hidden.
But he didn't dare to ask in detail, so he could only cover it up with a cold face.
"I said, I don't want to have anything to do with that ruin anymore."
Patricia shrugged and said, "Forget it if you don't want to say it. I thought you had taken a fancy to that little Ravenclaw guy."
Glenn said in his heart, "Good guy."
This scene is really embarrassing and makes people dig their toes to the ground.
I like myself, is that okay?
"You're overthinking." He rolled his eyes, "If you're bored, help me pay him back the wand and snack money I owe him, so that he won't mention the debt as soon as he sees me."
Patricia's eyes lit up.
In her opinion, if Morgana said such words, it would mean that she would no longer be as disgusted with her as before.
"So you're not angry with me anymore?" she asked in a low voice.
Glenn sighed softly.
"If you hadn't saved me that winter night, I might have lost my life." He used his full acting skills, his amber eyes twinkling slightly, "For so many years, you have been like my biological sister..."
Patricia seemed to be touched, turned around and looked at the moonlight outside the window.
"Actually," Glenn continued, "if you hadn't suddenly become so strange to me, no matter what you study, I wouldn't be angry."
"Really?" the woman asked without turning around, her back to him.
"Yeah." He nodded slightly, but he didn't agree in his heart.
Only then did Patricia turn around, with a smile on her face.
"Don't worry, I can already resist the temptation of black magic."
She said in a light tone.
"Why do you think I came to Hogwarts on my own?"
"Why?" Glenn was confused.
"It's not because of you!" the woman complained coquettishly, "It was just because I asked you to go to Ravenclaw that you had to run away from home. If you didn't want to help me, I had to do it myself!"
"Help you?" Glenn was even more curious. Is there any unknown secret here?
"Yes!" Patricia nodded and said, "I felt something was wrong with me at that time, so I asked you to help me find an ancient book in Ravenclaw's private library, which recorded how to restrain myself. The dark magic of Morgana in the Middle Ages."
Glenn looked confused: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The woman seemed to have known that he would ask this question for a long time, and answered without hesitation.
"At that time, we were under the surveillance of the Witch of the Lake's black magic. I had to pretend that I needed to use you to resurrect her in order to protect your safety..."
Patricia threw her cloak away and stretched lazily on the sofa.
Without the cover of the black cloak, her slim figure was highlighted even more gracefully.
Glenn relaxed a little and put away his guard against using the phoenix feathers at any time, then glanced at the messy room furnishings and the cloak that was hung on the armrest of the sofa and half dragged to the ground.
"What do I have to be angry about? It's your own business to study magic. It has nothing to do with me!"
He resisted the urge to pick up the cloak and fold it, and said with a straight face.
"Look at this room of yours! How many times have I told you that you are still so slovenly despite your age, and your cloak is thrown around so casually?"
Patricia smiled, pretending to be melancholy.
"Who asked my little Momi to abandon me like this..."
Glenn rolled his eyes, found an armchair and sat down, and said angrily: "Tell me, what are you doing with me?"
Without waiting for Patricia to answer, he added another sentence.
"If it's still your black magic stuff, don't talk about it. I'm not interested at all."
"No, no!" Patricia turned over and stood up, "I have decided to give up black magic."
Glenn glared at her: "It's weird to believe you. There was that kind of magic in the first class. How could it not be black magic?"
"What do you mean?" Patricia explained, "That is soul magic, which is different from black magic."
"Really?"
Glenn pretended to be dubious and glanced at her sideways.
The woman nodded slightly, showing a charming smile, but there was a hint of meaning in her watery eyes.
Glenn narrowed his eyes slightly.
They are all foxes who have been cultivating for thousands of years. Why are you playing with me here?
You don't study black magic, but you think about resurrecting medieval dark wizards every day?
Patricia turned around and made a pot of tea, hovering in the air with her wand.
"Still the same three pieces of candy as before?"
Glenn's heart tightened, and he instantly realized something was wrong.
If I guess correctly, this is a test.
Although Patricia didn't know about Glenn's Metamorphmagus powers, everyone knew about the famous Polyjuice Potion.
The reason why he came to him so far in advance was obviously because the polyjuice potion only lasted one hour.
"Are you too old and your memory has deteriorated?" Glenn glanced at her with disgust, his expression natural, "I obviously only added two pieces of candy."
As for the Veritaserum, he wasn't worried.
Although this potion is colorless, odorless and difficult to detect, the process of answering questions after taking it will leave a memory. This is why Robert Hilliard's memory was modified by the Forgetting Curse.
It can be seen from Patricia's proactive behavior that she did not want to cause trouble, but intended to use lies to deceive Morgana into voluntarily performing the ritual, rather than forcefully coercing her.
Otherwise, she just needs to throw a stun spell directly when entering the door.
What's more, as far as Glenn knew, a strong enough willpower and Occlumency could also resist the effects of Veritaserum.
Patricia slapped her forehead and pretended to be stunned and said, "I remembered it wrong..."
Glenn held the tea cup and sat leisurely in the armchair, taking a sip from time to time, as if he had long been accustomed to this way of getting along, but in his heart he was waiting for the other person to speak first.
"By the way," Patricia suddenly said, "Do you still have that sword with you?"
Glenn was startled.
That sword...
Could it be the gift Morgana gave herself at Christmas?
"No..." he replied, "I put it in the bedroom."
"Oh?"
Patricia's expression changed slightly, and there was a bit of smile in her eyes.
Glenn was worried about being exposed, so he quickly made up a reason: "I don't want to touch the things in that ruins anymore."
"Is that so..." the woman showed a regretful expression, "I thought you had already chosen your own guardian knight."
Guardian Knight, this is the second time Glenn has heard this word.
Judging from what Patricia means, this is not just a literal meaning, but perhaps there is a deeper meaning hidden.
But he didn't dare to ask in detail, so he could only cover it up with a cold face.
"I said, I don't want to have anything to do with that ruin anymore."
Patricia shrugged and said, "Forget it if you don't want to say it. I thought you had taken a fancy to that little Ravenclaw guy."
Glenn said in his heart, "Good guy."
This scene is really embarrassing and makes people dig their toes to the ground.
I like myself, is that okay?
"You're overthinking." He rolled his eyes, "If you're bored, help me pay him back the wand and snack money I owe him, so that he won't mention the debt as soon as he sees me."
Patricia's eyes lit up.
In her opinion, if Morgana said such words, it would mean that she would no longer be as disgusted with her as before.
"So you're not angry with me anymore?" she asked in a low voice.
Glenn sighed softly.
"If you hadn't saved me that winter night, I might have lost my life." He used his full acting skills, his amber eyes twinkling slightly, "For so many years, you have been like my biological sister..."
Patricia seemed to be touched, turned around and looked at the moonlight outside the window.
"Actually," Glenn continued, "if you hadn't suddenly become so strange to me, no matter what you study, I wouldn't be angry."
"Really?" the woman asked without turning around, her back to him.
"Yeah." He nodded slightly, but he didn't agree in his heart.
Only then did Patricia turn around, with a smile on her face.
"Don't worry, I can already resist the temptation of black magic."
She said in a light tone.
"Why do you think I came to Hogwarts on my own?"
"Why?" Glenn was confused.
"It's not because of you!" the woman complained coquettishly, "It was just because I asked you to go to Ravenclaw that you had to run away from home. If you didn't want to help me, I had to do it myself!"
"Help you?" Glenn was even more curious. Is there any unknown secret here?
"Yes!" Patricia nodded and said, "I felt something was wrong with me at that time, so I asked you to help me find an ancient book in Ravenclaw's private library, which recorded how to restrain myself. The dark magic of Morgana in the Middle Ages."
Glenn looked confused: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The woman seemed to have known that he would ask this question for a long time, and answered without hesitation.
"At that time, we were under the surveillance of the Witch of the Lake's black magic. I had to pretend that I needed to use you to resurrect her in order to protect your safety..."
