Malfoy Rise at Hogwarts

Chapter 512 Harry's Invitation
Time continued to pass quickly, and finally arrived at the last day of September.

Before this day, Sherin had received blood of various magical animals sent by Ali Bashir through the house-elf.

After a whole morning of experiments, Sherin finally uncovered the secret of the Hufflepuff Cup.

The answer is - unicorn blood.

It was with the help of this golden cup that Helga Hufflepuff safely drank red wine and potions mixed with unicorn blood. As we all know, unicorns are extremely holy creatures, and harming them will bring bad luck, and even if you just use the blood of a unicorn killed by others, you will be cursed.

But Hufflepuffs apparently overcame this problem.

Hufflepuff is not a dark wizard, and it is not known where she got the unicorn blood. Maybe she bought it, or maybe the unicorn gave it to her voluntarily, but that doesn't matter.

Her golden cup is powerful enough to protect the drinker from the cursed power of the unicorn's blood!

Unicorn blood contains powerful magical power, but its real function is not to enhance spells, but to maintain life under curse.

It was with the help of unicorn blood that Voldemort was able to possess Quirrell in a weakened state and cast magic to barely survive. Even in the body-destroying potion he used before his resurrection, unicorn blood was an indispensable key ingredient.

The effect of being able to maintain a person's life is certainly attractive, but in reality no one dares to do so, because using unicorn blood comes at a price. The dying person can only linger under the shadow of the curse for the rest of his life, and can never get rid of the shackles of darkness and curse.

At present, the only effect that Schelling can deduce from Hufflepuff and Voldemort is prolonging life, but this alone is already irresistible.

After all, who wouldn't want to live longer if they didn't have to bear the cost of a curse?

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Meanwhile, throughout September, training for all Quidditch teams was in full swing.

Under Angelina's strict requirements, Gryffindor conducted frequent, high-intensity and crazy training.

As for Slytherin, Draco was no slouch either. As the new captain, this was his first chance to prove his leadership, and he would never let it go. In addition to daily ball skills training, the players had to endure his endless tactical analysis and discussions. This time, he not only wanted to win, but also to win beautifully and brilliantly, leaving no one the chance to accuse Slytherin of relying on dirty tricks to win.

Even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are unwilling to give up easily. Although their training is not as crazy as the first two, it is also frequent. Almost every day on the court, you can see teams flying back and forth for training.

On the last day of September, at noon, Harry found Zhang Qiushi. She had just walked out of the field after Quidditch training. The breeze blew her long hair. She looked a little tired, but still had her usual gentle look.

Harry walked forward a little nervously, adjusted his tone, and tried to make himself sound like he was discussing business seriously.

"Zhang Qiu, can I talk to you?"

Zhang Qiu stopped and looked at him in surprise. She knew Harry's attitude towards her, and she could guess that he came to her today for more than just a casual chat.

She nodded slightly: "Of course, what is it?"

"You should have noticed it, right? Umbridge's lessons... can't teach us anything useful at all." He lowered his voice very low, "If we continue like this, we won't learn anything in a year, and when real danger comes, we won't even be able to protect ourselves."

Zhang Qiu raised his eyebrows and showed a hint of approval: "Indeed, her course...cannot be considered as 'Defense Against the Dark Arts' at all."

Harry nodded, his palms slightly sweaty, his heart beating faster than usual. He did not tell Hermione or Ron about inviting Zhang Qiu, it was all a decision he made secretly.

Harry nodded and said firmly, "So, I plan to set up an organization that truly studies combat magic, specifically training us to be able to protect ourselves when in danger. I will be responsible for teaching defense, so that everyone can learn real skills outside of the classroom."

Zhang Qiu opened her eyes slightly, as if surprised by the proposal: "You...really plan to do this?" "Yes." Harry looked at her directly, with a serious look in his eyes, "I hope you will join."

Zhang Qiu blinked, obviously not expecting Harry to invite her personally.

"Why me?" she asked subconsciously.

Harry's Adam's apple rolled and his voice was a little hoarse: "Because I know you are good at spells. Voldemort is back, and no one knows what will happen in the future. You are an excellent wizard. If you are willing to join, we can become stronger together."

Zhang Qiu lowered his head and thought for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.

Seeing that she didn't refuse immediately, Harry's heartbeat quickened a little, and his tone became more gentle: "We will meet at the Hog's Head Pub on the first Saturday of October to discuss the next plan. I hope you can come."

Zhang Qiu raised his head and looked into Harry's eyes. There was a kind of determination that could not be rejected burning in those emerald green eyes.

After a moment's silence, she nodded slightly.

"Okay, I'll go."

Harry's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and the corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously: "Great, then...see you then."

When he turned to leave, his face was still full of excitement. But after he walked away, Zhang Qiu stood there with a complicated look in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

At this moment, a dark figure quietly appeared behind Zhang Qiu. The sunlight shone on his slender figure, casting a long shadow.

Zhang Qiu didn't look back, but she seemed to have already noticed the presence of the person coming. She sighed softly: "Sure enough, everything is just as you expected."

Xie Ling walked slowly towards him, his dark green robe swaying slightly with his steps. His voice was low and a little nonchalant: "Of course."

Zhang Qiu finally turned around and looked at him with some admiration: "You even expected Harry to come and invite me personally?"

Xie Lin's eyes were calm, as if all this was just a matter of course: "He is an impulsive person, but he is unwilling to easily reveal his thoughts at the critical moment. Although Harry's feelings for you are obvious, he would not want to let Hermione and Ron know... Then, the only possibility is that he will secretly come to you in person."

Zhang Qiu was slightly startled, then smiled: "Your analysis is always so accurate."

Xie Lin did not respond to her compliment, but lowered his eyes slightly and stared at her: "Since everything is going as expected, you know what to do next?"

Zhang Qiu's heart tightened slightly, and he couldn't help asking, "Do you want me to join them?"

Xie Lin's lips curled up slightly, but his eyes were as sharp as a cold knife: "You are not the only one."

Zhang Qiu was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly: "What do you mean?"

Sherin said calmly: "Take Marietta Aikmo with you and go to their party."

Zhang Qiu's eyes flashed with surprise, as if she didn't understand Xie Lin's intention. She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking: "Why? Marietta is not interested in these combat magics at all, she even hates Harry..."

Xie Ling's eyes were calm, like a lake shrouded in the night, making it hard to tell the depth: "I don't need you to understand, I just need you to do it."

Zhang Qiu looked at him, her lips pursed gently. Although she was full of questions, she didn't say anything more. Finally, she lowered her head and said in a gentle and obedient tone: "I understand."