Moritz's face was deathly pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Hahaha, Moritz, you didn't really believe it, did you? I was just teasing you! Why are you so scared?" Severus laughed heartily.
Moritz hurriedly followed suit and forced a smile, but his smile was uglier than crying.
Because he couldn't distinguish whether Severus was joking or serious.
And he didn't want to try!
Because everyone who challenged the patience of the night watchman ended up dead, and died miserably!
At that moment, Severus suddenly stopped laughing, "Why are you smiling?"
"Ah, I..." Moritz was startled.
Severus then strode forward, "Let's go and take a look at poor Copete!"
Moritz finally let out a long breath and hurriedly followed along.
Second-floor corridor.
Although they hadn't reached the room at the end, as soon as they entered the corridor, Severus's face already showed a look of intoxication.
