Chapter 342 Invitation

Although he pressed Sirius to make a promise, to be honest, Harry himself was not a calm and rational person who would always listen to other people's advice. He had hit the wall many times. Sirius, who had a more explosive personality than him, was more likely to hit the wall.

After Harry and the others left, Sirius waited patiently for only half an hour before sneaking into Hogsmeade in his dirty big dog guise. He was lucky, as the trio had indeed returned to school by then, and soon he saw Cynthia picking something out in the feather shop in the Bureau of Letters.

Through the window, the black dog's eyes followed Cynthia's movements. His front paws couldn't help but move forward. Suddenly, he saw a blond, frivolous-looking boy approaching Cynthia. He grinned upwards, revealing his sharp teeth, but then he retracted his paws.

Sirius knew that he should not be too impulsive, so he hid back in the corner. While he was paying attention to his surroundings and retreating, Cynthia's eyes accidentally slid past there and saw half of the black dog's body.

"..." Cynthia frowned, but she didn't look away. In the next second, her eyes met with the black dog who was observing her again. She was sure it was Sirius at a glance.

Sirius' eyes widened when he looked into the eyes of Miss White, whom he had been thinking about all the time. His tail, which had been kept vigilantly between his legs, began to wag. He was hoping that Cynthia would come to him. He believed that there must be some misunderstanding between them, and it would be fine if they just talked it out.

But Cynthia simply turned her head away, clearly not as emotional as he was.

Sirius was stunned, his whole body stiffened, and under the warm light, he was cold all over. He looked at Cynthia in disbelief as she turned her head and continued to choose stationery as if nothing had happened.

Really...what Harry said is actually true...

Sirius' body began to tremble, but he did not give up. Under the huge psychological shock, he calmed down instead. He disappeared in a breath and followed Cynthia carefully in the shadows, looking for the opportunity when Cynthia was left alone.

Cynthia seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. In the following time, she would occasionally chat with boys who she might not normally talk to, and there was always someone around her before she left for Hogwarts.

Sirius, hiding among the bushes, looked at Cynthia's slender and merciless back, and tightened his claws gripping the sand. He looked up at the setting sun and finally rushed into the school.

Cynthia sat in the hall as usual. She was originally enjoying the empty space on the long table of Ravenclaw by herself, but now a group of Beauxbatons people surrounded her not far away. However, Cynthia did not pay much attention to them. After throwing today's spoils at her feet, she started to eat by herself.

She was not fully focused when eating. She would raise her head from time to time, move her eyes and observe her classmates at will. Cynthia was curious about human emotions and their different expressions, and gradually developed a desire to win in this regard. It was one of her pleasures to guess why this person made a certain expression while eating.

She raised her eyes today as well, but her mind couldn't concentrate. In the past, she had always been steadfast and ruthless towards Sirius. Even now, she didn't think it was a wrong decision to ignore him for the sake of the life she had worked so hard to get. However, in the look they exchanged in the afternoon, she was not as calm as she had expected.

Cynthia White clearly felt her heart tremble.

......

Maybe it's time to act.

Cynthia looked around the Slytherin table again, but didn't see Della or Maggie. She had always felt that something big would happen in the third project, and a big event would mean she could take advantage of the situation, so maybe it was time for her revenge to begin.

Besides, Della Riddle is going to play an important role.

Cynthia twirled the fork in her hand slightly, and her green eyes, which gradually became cold, moved towards the teachers' seats and looked at Severus Snape, who was also on her revenge list.

Maybe I could start with him first, just as an experiment in advance on how to tear a person's heart apart.

Cynthia, who had already torn Sirius' heart apart with her indifference without realizing it, thought so and deliberately stayed in the hall for a while longer. She did not leave the hall slowly until Snape came down from the wooden platform and blocked him in the dark basement area again.

"Professor Snape, I have something to tell you," Cynthia smiled and stood in front of Snape, whose brows were furrowed. Her emerald eyes sparkled in the dim light. "Can you come with me for a moment?"

"Something shameful, Miss White?" Snape avoided those green eyes, which gave him some courage to reject Cynthia.

"Now, let me see, it's seven fifty. I'll wait for you outside under the beech tree until half past eight," Cynthia took out her pocket watch. She didn't care whether Snape accepted it or not. She held the pocket watch and looked up at him. "I want to tell you some stories about 'Snotlout'."

She deliberately spoke vaguely, making the sound of 'Snotlout' both audible and infinitely close to the pronunciation of 'Severus'. Snape's eyes widened, because this nickname had only been called by those hooligans and...Lily when he was in school.

"You!" Snape took a step forward and finally faced those green eyes.

"It's half past eight~" Cynthia did not retreat at all, and the smile on her face even grew. She shook her pocket watch at Snape, then turned and walked away briskly, leaving the shocked Snape standing there unable to move for a long time.

After giving the invitation and explaining the time limit, Cynthia did not immediately go to the tree to bask in the cold wind and wait for the man who would probably have to hesitate for a while. Anyway, she would not be the one in a hurry. She originally planned to go back to the dormitory to put on some clothes and read for a while, but on the way she met an attentive Beauxbatons girl. She chatted with Carlisle Chiser about the free campus life in Beauxbatons. When she could not delay any longer, she hurried back, dropped her things, put on her robe, and went to the beech tree where the bullying and insults took place.

Cynthia ran over breathlessly, held onto the tree and picked up her watch. It was 8:27, a very tight time. She breathed a sigh of relief. Although the worst that could happen if she was late was that Snape would be fooled, she didn't want to be a person who went back on his word.

The moon above her head was very big. She didn't know if it was a full moon. Cynthia felt that the moon was particularly big tonight, and there was no cloud or fog to cover the clear moonlight. She couldn't help but raise her right hand towards the moon, as if she could catch a handful of moonlight.

It's amazing, she thought, she was so afraid of the light before when it could hurt her, but once she had the chance to withstand the light, she immediately placed this thing that used to only hurt her in a position more important than anything else.

This cannot be blamed on her. Living openly and honestly in the light is a basic condition for human beings, and the more important it is to her. For this, she will do anything.

While Cynthia was leaning against the tree trunk to catch her breath, the dark shadow that had been lurking patiently approached her. Sirius stared at the silver-haired woman who was unaware of the situation under the tree, and his pace became faster and faster.

But when he was about ten meters away from Cynthia, another figure came under the tree. The robe that fluttered in the wind and looked very imposing almost instantly revealed his identity - Severus Snape.

"Ah, on time." Cynthia smiled as she looked at Snape, whose face became even darker under the moonlight. Sirius, who was not far away, could only slow down his movements unwillingly.

But he didn't give up and continued to crawl towards there carefully.