Hogwarts, where the stars shine

Mesa walked alone in the empty corridors at night.

Although there were still people waiting for him in the common room, eager for him to return as soon as possible, Mesa went to the library as usual after dinner.

For Mesa at this stage, nothing is more important than gaining knowledge.

At Hogwarts, he can borrow the rich collection of books in the library for free anytime and anywhere. If he leaves the school, where can he find such a good place?

Furthermore, the content you learn is yours and no one can take it away.The more knowledge you learn and the more you integrate, the more conducive it will be to Mesa's future growth.

A tall building rises from the ground, brick by brick as its foundation.

Although the castles in the sky are beautiful, they are too unreal. When strong winds pass by, there is a possibility that the houses will collapse.

Mesa stood still in front of the wet stone wall, the shadow behind him lengthened by the flickering firelight.His hands were in the pockets of his robes, and his right hand was stroking the handle of the ebony wand.

Mesa was unusually hesitant, wondering whether he should use the wand.

After a while, Mesa recited the secret command and quickly passed through the stone door and walked into the long, narrow Slytherin common room.

Tonight, the common room was a little lively, with students gathering in small groups, chatting and laughing.A fire was crackling under the beautifully carved mantelpiece. Several senior students were sitting around on carved chairs, including the prefect Gascoigne.

Mesa stood at the entrance of the lounge. Before he could raise his eyes to search in the lounge, Marcus Flint had already walked towards him angrily.

Behind Flint were several boys who usually played with him.

As if someone suddenly pressed the mute button, the chatter and laughter in the common room suddenly disappeared, and everyone's eyes invariably focused on Flint.

Everyone is looking forward to what will happen next, looking forward to a lively event.

It seems to be human nature to watch the excitement.Whether they are Muggles or wizards, they will stretch their necks and look at something interesting.Even if blood splashes on him, he still has to get his head together.

In fact, it’s not just humans, animals also like to join in the fun.

When carnivores are hunting, herbivores who are not prey will even stop and watch, completely forgetting to escape, or even forgetting that they may also become prey.

By the way, no matter how advanced humans are, they are still animals.

Seeing Flint and his gang rushing over, their posture indicated that they were coming with bad intentions, but Mesa did not dodge, and did not even take his hands out of his robe pockets.

His right index finger tapped the ebony wand rhythmically, as if ringing the death knell for Flint.

In the blink of an eye, Marcus Flint rushed forward.

As if to better show off his strong physique, Flint stood very close, wishing he could stick to Mesa.

This made Mesa very disgusted, and disgust was written on his handsome face.

Firstly, Mesa didn't like to be so close to others, as he could easily be attacked by others; secondly, Flint's appearance was really unflattering. Looking at that ugly face up close, Mesa worried that he would have nightmares at night.

Furthermore, it is unacceptable not to wear a mask and maintain a safe distance.

So, Mesa took a step back and opened the distance between the two.

This retreat didn't matter, but the horsemen behind Flint misunderstood. They thought Mesa was timid.Therefore, they laughed wildly one by one, as if they had beaten Mesa to pieces.

"Mesa Black!" Flint said through gritted teeth, each letter sounding like it was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"I'm right here." Mesa said lightly, "Why are you shouting so loudly?"

Mesa has always wondered about something: Why do Europeans and Americans stay very close to each other when they are angry?Especially the boxers and athletes seen on TV, it seems like they don’t know how to output without touching their faces!

Mesa really couldn't figure it out, should you punch the other person or kiss the other person?

Two big men covered in sweat pressed against each other and sprayed wildly into each other's ears and mouths. The taste was sour just thinking about it.

At this time, Flint seems to want to repeat this method, using close combat to break down Mesa's psychological defense. It is best to anger Mesa, make Mesa lose his mind, and take the lead in attacking him.

It's a pity that Mesa didn't give him this chance at all and always kept more than one step away from Flint.

Although this was Britain, Mesa didn't want to adapt to the situation, let alone be cheek-to-cheek with Marcus Flint.

The set idea failed, coupled with the disgust on Mesa's face and the indifference in his tone, it actually angered Flint.He took a sudden step forward and grabbed Mesa's collar to prevent Mesa from retreating again.

"I know...I know what you did to Lucian and Derek!" Flint roared loudly, "You dirty and despicable little mudblood!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the common room.

Not everyone will pay attention to the first-year students. Many people's impression of Mesa still remains at the opening dinner and the suspected descendant of the Black family.

Black is a surname well known to pure-blood wizards. The Black family was once one of the largest, oldest, and richest pure-blood wizard families in Britain.

But Mesa's old robes, second-hand items, and everything he showed were not consistent with the persona of a wealthy pure-blood wizard.

Moreover, the last male of the Black family is currently serving a life sentence in Azkaban, sentenced to life by the Ministry of Magic.Before being imprisoned, he left no heirs to the Black family.

Once suspicion arises, the other party's crime has already been established.

Although Mesa did not participate in the freshmen's discussion about their families at the opening party; although Lilia Shafiq's friendly behavior helped Mesa delay for a few days...what should come will still come.

In the eyes of those Slytherins who paid attention to first-year students and respected pure-bloods, Mesa's coincidence of borrowing his last name deceived everyone.This is far worse than Mesa Black being a Muggle.

His dirty and despicable Muggle blood had tarnished the purity and glory of pure-blood wizards.

Flint grabbed Mesa's collar and continued: "Mesa Black, tonight I will expose all your disguises and seek justice for Lucien and Perikin!"

Although Flint is not a smart man, he is not stupid either.Choosing to teach Mesa a lesson tonight was something Flint had carefully considered.

Opening up in front of everyone in the common room, Mesa could either do nothing and be severely punished, or do the same evil thing he did to Bol and Derek again and wait to be punished by the professors , or even fired.

Thinking of this, a triumphant smile appeared on Flint's lips.No matter what choice Mesa made, the odds were stacked against him.

"Disguise? Fairness?" Mesa smiled disdainfully, "Marcus Flint, what you said is the funniest joke I have heard in the past few days."

The fight between the two was about to break out. At this moment, a female voice shouted: "Stop! Have you had enough, Flint!"

In Slytherin House, the only person who is willing to stand up for Mesa and who dares to stand up for Mesa is Lilia Shafik.

The little girl broke away from her roommate and ran over to stop him. She saw Flint's sinister intentions.

"Go away, Shafiq! You have nothing to do here!" Flint said, his blood was rising at this time, and he would not give up this good opportunity.

Mesa's hands left his robe pockets, and after some thought, he gave up on using his wand to end tonight's farce.

Although Mesa had mastered a wand that could be used in duels, he had never unleashed it on anyone. He didn't know how powerful these spells were and how much damage they could cause to Flint. .

So, let’s use the original method. Fisting to the flesh is also a man’s romance!

Mesa said calmly: "Lilia, thank you for your kindness, but please get out of the way to avoid getting splashed with blood."

As he spoke, Mesa quickly raised his hands and put them on Flint's arms.

Tonight, in the Slytherin common room, Mesa is going to make do with Marcus Flint, tooth for tooth, eye for eye!