HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 34 Taking a Leave of Absence from Potions Class

A pleasant surprise awaits you upon opening the door.

Before going on his night stroll, Draco had just finished venting his frustration, and then he opened his eyes in the middle of the night and, bam, his big brother was gone?

At first, Draco simply assumed Landric had gone to the bathroom, so he didn't pay much attention until he had been drowsy for a while and suddenly sat up with a start.

Surely his brother can't be constipated, right?

As it turned out, the brother's quietness was definitely a sign of trouble—the bathroom was empty!

Draco was so angry that his brain was no longer foggy; who could be as clear-headed as him now?

He just sat there on the bed, doing nothing but wanting to see what Landric was up to, and he sat there for two or three hours straight.

Landric finally arrived late, and as soon as he opened the door, he was covered in black mist.

Draco scrutinized Landric, wondering when his brother had ever looked so disheveled. His clothes were so bad, he'd believe it if you told him his germaphobic brother had just run through slime.

"Brother, where have you been?" Draco jumped out of bed and ran towards Landric. He looked as if he was afraid that Landric had suffered some injustice somewhere.

Landric's "Night Tour" was concise, as if he completely disregarded the rules of Hogwarts.

"Are you injured?"

"No, Xiaolong, I went to find something useful."

"It's almost dawn, but Potions class is in a bit. How about I ask for a day off for you?" Draco didn't press Landric about what he was looking for.

He always felt that his brother must have his reasons for doing something, especially if his brother had done something truly extraordinary. Ha, the Malfoy family are on the school board, you know, can't they at least lend a hand?

Draco sulked. "Next time you go out, can you at least tell me so I can be prepared? And what if you get hurt..."

Well, the mere mention of Landric potentially getting hurt made Draco feel a pang of sadness, compounded by the frustration of not seeing his brother when he woke up in the middle of the night. His big eyes blinked and began to well up with tears.

Landric: !

No? Who turned their arrogant and spoiled young master of the Malfoy family into this?

Draco: I won't say who it is.

Landric, seeing Draco's expression, did feel a little guilty and replied hesitantly, "Okay."

Then, not daring to look at Draco any longer, afraid that she would have to coax him herself soon, she quickly went into the bathroom, saying, "I'm going to take a shower, I won't go to class later."

Draco stood outside the bathroom door, raising an eyebrow and a faint smile playing on his lips.

Draco knew exactly what his brother was thinking, that he hated trouble.

"Brother, I'm leaving now! I'll ask the Godfather to help you ask for leave later!" Draco shouted towards the bathroom.

The sounds from inside the bathroom were indistinct. "Okay, thank you, Xiaolong."

In the corridor where the morning mist had not yet completely dissipated, Draco slung his dragon-skin satchel over his shoulder.

He suddenly stopped as he passed the window, his fingertips lightly brushing against the emerald cufflinks—a birthday gift from Landric last year, shimmering with a dim light in the morning glow. Hey, his mood suddenly improved.

The stone walls of the cellar exuded a chill, but this was diluted by the rising aroma of medicine as they approached the potions classroom.

Just as Draco was about to knock on the door, he heard the bubbling sound of a boiling cauldron coming from inside.

"Come in." Snape's deep voice pierced the oak door. He was stirring a potion of silvery-blue potion. "If I remember correctly, class is in twenty minutes."

Draco glanced at the book "Potion Deciphered" spread out on the console, and calmly adjusted his breathing: "Godfather, Landric had insomnia last night and may need to rest now."

The stirring rod tapped crisply three times against the rim of the crucible. Snape turned, his hawk-like gaze sweeping over Draco, then he frowned: "Insomnia?"

Draco felt a light sweat break out on the back of his neck, but he forced himself to keep his chin up, his gaze not fixed on Snape: "Yes, he's having insomnia, so..."

"You're skipping Potions class, are you?" Snape suddenly interrupted him, and with a flick of his wand, three glass bottles filled with purple liquid floated down from the top of the cabinet. "Take these to Rand after class, so he can get some rest. No, never mind... you go to the classroom first."

"Oh, okay, Godfather."

"Ha, use that monstrous brain of yours, and call me professor in the academy."

Draco: Differential treatment, such differential treatment, give me peanuts.

After receiving Snape's explicit consent, Draco left his office and headed straight for the Potions classroom, wondering what the lesson would cover. "Tch, whatever it is, the first lesson certainly won't be difficult."

Draco didn't intend to make notes for Landric, after all, Snape hadn't taught them for nothing during their years at the Malfoys.

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After Draco left, Snape stood up and headed towards the potions shelf, trying to find a potion that could help Landric get a good night's sleep.

After all, there's a saying in the East that if you don't sleep well, your health will suffer. Whether it's true or not, since so many people say it, there must be some truth to it.

Although he knew Draco was lying at first glance and that Rand couldn't possibly be suffering from insomnia, children grow up and always have their own secrets.

This potions class isn't very important. Rand already knows it anyway, so it doesn't matter whether he attends it or not. It's better to let the child get a good night's sleep and rest.

Severus Snape, at this moment, was a worried old father (a bit doting), and naturally felt that since his child had already learned it, the lesson was no longer important.

After finding the potion, Snape took it, cast an invisibility spell on himself, and headed to the Slytherin common room.

But when he reached the door of Landric's dormitory, he hesitated: Landric should already be asleep, and going in now would be a disturbance.

The silver snake coiled around the stone door gleamed coldly in the fireplace firelight, and Snape's knuckles paused three inches from the door frame.

He stared at the ink of "tranquilizer" slowly spreading in the air. The bottle, levitated, slid under the door and hit the wool carpet with a dull thud.

To avoid being discovered by the other Slytherins, Snape made little noise when he came and went. Slytherin has many intelligent people, and even the slightest movement could lead to a thorough investigation.

At this time, Landric was not asleep yet, and he would have seen the potion coming in from under the door if he wasn't blind.

Landric: ?

He picked up the potion, a sleeping potion. That's fine then. Usually, the only one capable of doing something like this would be Draco, but Draco went to class, so he could only think of the other way around.

His father is paying more and more attention to him, which is a good sign.

Snape probably didn't know that Landric already knew he was his father, otherwise he wouldn't be acting so contradictorily now.

However, Landric wouldn't interfere much. What he had been wanting to do was still nowhere in sight, but the copy of "Deciphering the Cutting-Edge Black Magic" he made yesterday contained information about spacetime magic, so he finally had a direction for his research.