63 Kidnapping a Sack of Potatoes

The rest of the week flew by and soon, it was already Friday. Casimir hummed an eerie tune as he walked along the dark hallways of the castle, heading straight towards the library with Noir following him from behind faithfully.

From the long, winding hallways, only two pairs of light footsteps could be heard, turning the atmosphere specially creepy.

Wait... two...?

Suddenly, Casimir turned sharply into a narrow path heading towards the opposite direction from the library. He concealed his presence and waited with narrowed, suspicious eyes.

Perhaps sensing his cautious mood, Noir promptly hid himself by blending his body with his master's shadow, becoming part of it.

Meanwhile, Casimir tried to figure out who could be tailing him.

It couldn't be those three eavesdropping mice from Griffindor since their dorms were located in a tower while he came from the dungeons. They couldn't possibly go there just to tail him when they already knew the location and time of the meet up.

And besides, with the three of them, where one goes, the other two are sure two follow. Temporarily, they will be ruled out.

That leaves Draco, Snape, or someone who was just coincidantally heading to the same direction as him but...

It was nearly midnight. Just who on their right mind would be walking around the castle at near midnight on a Friday night?

Even Filch seemed to not be patrolling around this time.

With regards to Draco, the last time Casimir checked, which was barely 15 minutes before, the boy was sleeping peacefully so, that rules him out.

Then... was it Snape?

No, it couldn't be. He's much too preoccupied with whatever drama he was dealing with at the moment to follow him around. Casimir sighed in regret. If that weren't the case, then he could have had some alone time with Professor Snape if it was him that was tailing behind.

Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to daydream more about what could have happened since the footsteps of the person tailing him already drew close.

Casimir's gaze turned sharp instantly and he held his breath, waiting for the optimum moment to strike.

When the cautious figure of the target entered his line of sight, he immediately jumped out and dealt a clean, swift strike towards the back of the target's neck. Strike now, ask later.

Seeing the target fall to the floor unconscious, Casimir sighed in relief. Fortunately, a normal wizard's body is pretty vulnerable when they don't use their wands.

This realization made him feel relieved that most opponents can be dealt with easily. At the same time he also felt apprehensive since as of now, his current identity was also... a wizard.

This body really is extremely fragile.

Casimir felt frustrated. It seems that he really needed to find a base soon to improve this body. Dying once is already enough dying for him.

With that said, Casimir nudged the body on the floor with his foot to turn it over and get a good look at him. Surprisingly, the face he saw was actually one he knew but never suspected.

Louis...?!

"What in the world..." Casimir grumbled to himself. He stood silently for a few moments with a complicated emotions flitting across his eyes before finally stooping over to pick up the unconcious boy on the floor, heaving him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

It won't do any good to just leave him lying around unconcious so he might as well just bring him along and interrogate him when he wakes up.

Sigh...

Ever since he changed this boy's memory of that day, Louis always seemed to be sneaking glances at him from time to time and would quickly avert his gaze everytime he got caught. During breakfast, lunch, and dinner, instead of eating with the other Ravenclaws at their table, he always chose to eat with Casimir at the Slytherin table.

And now, he was even following him around at midnight.

As far as Casimir knew, there was nothing weird with the fake memory he implanted inside the boy's head.

They supposedly just met in front of a stall selling candy apples in which Casimir bought some and gave him one then left.

.... No use thinking about it anymore. Since he doesn't seem to pose any hostile intentions, I'll just take it as if I never noticed.

Just like that, Casimir arrived in front of the library with an unconcious boy being carried on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Despite the slight hitch along the way, he still arrived at exactly midnight as promised.