HP Magic Biography

In fact, Harry was very angry at Ron and Hermione for siding with McGonagall; but when everyone started discussing this matter again, Harry couldn't help but join in.

Who do you think Katie wants to give the necklace to? Ron asked as they walked up the stairs to the common room.

God knows, said Hermione. But whoever gets it must be doomed. To open that package you have to touch the necklace.

The person who might be targeted is Dumbledore, Fan Lin said hesitantly. Dumbledore - the Death Eaters would love to get rid of him, he must be their number one target. Also, we've seen that necklace, Katie just touched it and it's changed , fortunately, things have not gotten worse, the contact time is too short, and Katie may survive.

Or Slughorn, Harry added, remember, Van Lin, Dumbledore thinks Voldemort wants him to join, but he's on Dumbledore's side, and they won't be happy .or--

Or you, said Hermione, looking disturbed.

Impossible, said Harry, otherwise Katie would have turned and handed it to me on the way, wouldn't she? We'd been behind her the whole time we came out of the Three Broomsticks. Considering Filch would be checking every Someone who goes in and out of school, it would make more sense to deliver the package outside of Hogwarts. I wonder why Malfoy asked Katie to bring it into the castle?

Harry, Malfoy isn't in Hogsmeade! Hermione stomped her feet anxiously.

Then he must have an accomplice, said Harry. Crabbe or Goyle—or, oh I remember, he's already a Death Eater, and now he's got a bunch of mates who are far better than Claret and Goyle—

Hermione looked at Fan Lin helplessly. Obviously, the girl didn't quite agree with Harry's statement, not to mention that Professor McGonagall had already indicated that Malfoy was in confinement.

However, for a puppet under the Imperius Curse, Fan Lin didn't think it was such a difficult thing, and as far as he knew it, it wasn't a difficult thing for Malfoy either.

Compared with giving the necklace to Dumbledore with his own hands, it is obviously more concealed to use the hands of others.

However, this is simply impossible to succeed.

If Malfoy felt that Dumbledore would not be able to tell the difference between a normal wizard and a wizard under the Imperius Curse, then Voldemort's choice is really worrying.

It can be said that Draco was completely unprepared.

When they arrived at the portrait of the fat lady, Hermione firmly opposed Harry's unsubstantiated statement. In fact, it was not only a matter of belief or disbelief based on feeling alone, an unfounded opinion was laughable, and in Hermione It seemed to Min that Harry was doing stupid things like this right now.

The portrait opened and they entered the common room. It was full of people and smelled of wet clothes; many seemed to have returned from Hogsmeade early because of the bad weather. But no one was whispering and speculating in horror: apparently the news of Katie's accident hadn't spread yet.

It's not a good way to do a murder, really, if you think about it, Ron said carelessly, dismissing a group of first years and taking a good seat by the fire himself. The curse was revealed before it entered the castle. It can't be called foolproof.

You're right, said Hermione, kicking Ron out of his seat and letting the first years sit down again.

This plan is not well thought out at all.

How can Malfoy be the best thinker in the world? Harry asked.

No one stays the same forever, Harry. Fan Lin said, pushing the excited Harry back onto the sofa.

But that's what Malfoy did, said Harry. I know.

But others don't know... Fan Lin said with a headache, Harry was a little annoyed, Oh, of course, I can trust you, but if more people believe it,

Harry...you have to come up with enough evidence.

In fact, Katie was taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries the next day, by which time word of her spell had spread throughout the school, although the details of the rumors were vague.

No one except Harry, Ron, Valin, Hermione, and Lynn seemed to know that Katie was not the intended target of the curse.

Oh, of course Malfoy knows, too, Harry said to the rest of them, while Hermione and Ron continued to play deaf to Harry's theory that Malfoy was a Death Eater.

It turns out that this works very well.

There won't always be people who sit on those boring things. It turns out that this is very boring. Moreover, Harry is going to Dumbledore's place today. I believe Dumbledore will give Harry some explanations enough to calm him down. .

The first class they had the next morning was herbal medicine.

In order not to be overheard, Harry did not tell them at breakfast what Dumbledore had taught yesterday, but he did tell them as he walked across the vegetable patch to the greenhouse.

The weekend winds had finally died down; but the weird fog had returned and it took them a little longer to find the right greenhouse.

Wow, scary to think about, Young You-Know-Who, whispered Ron, as they circled a warty Nagaloo stump and began donning protective gloves.

But I still don't know why Dumbledore is telling you all this. I mean, it's all interesting and extremely important, but for what purpose?

Don't know, said Harry, putting on a rubber face shield. But he said it was a big deal and would help me survive.

I think it's fascinating, said Hermione earnestly. It's absolutely worth learning as much as possible about Voldemort. How else would you find out his weaknesses?

I think that's what Dumbledore meant. Fan Lin agreed, Although I don't think it has much effect.

Too much effect? Harry asked suspiciously, Why?

Because you haven't discovered the more critical things up to now. Fan Lin said, However, it still depends on you, Harry.

Oh, sure, I can. Harry nodded, looking like you probably really don't know what that means.

So how's the party in Slughorn lately? Harry said thickly through the rubber visor.

Oh, pretty interesting, really, said Hermione, putting the goggles on her head. I mean, he's kind of blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. And introduced us to Gweno Jones.

Gweno Jones? Ron's eyes behind the goggles widened. Is that Gweno Jones? The captain of the Holyhead Harpies?

Right, said Hermione. Personally, I think she's a little arrogant, but—

Enough talking here! Professor Sprout hurried over with a stern expression on his face. You are behind, everyone else has already started, and Neville has already picked the first tree sac!

They looked around; sure enough, Neville, who was sitting there, had blood on his lips and a few dirty scratches on his face, but he was holding a green object the size of a grapefruit in his hand. Pulsating nauseously.

Okay, professor, let's start now! Fan Lin said, and as soon as she walked away, he added softly, Maybe it's better for us to use whispered words...

No, we shouldn't! said Hermione quickly, looking as vehemently against the Half-Blood Prince and his spells as ever.

Then, come on... we'd better get started... She gave Fan Lin a worried look.

They took a deep breath and dived into the warty stump. It came alive suddenly; slender, spiny, thorny-looking vines protruded from the top of the stump and waved in the air.

One of them got tangled in Hermione's hair, and Ron whacked it back with a pair of pliers; Harry managed to trick several of the vines into binding them together; A gap appeared; Van Lin put his hand straight in, but it retracted like a trap and wrapped around Van Lin's elbow; Harry and Ron struggled to break the vines together, letting Van Lin pull He stretched out his own hand, and then, he was holding a tree sac that was very similar to Neville's. Immediately the thorny vine retracted, and the warty stump became a harmless, lifeless piece of wood again.

Listen, I won't be growing these things in the garden when I have a house, said Ron, pushing his goggles up to his forehead, wiping the sweat off his face.

Pass me a bowl, Hermione said, taking the pulsating tree sac from Van Lin; Harry handed over a bowl, and she threw the tree sac into it with a disgusted expression on her face.

Don't be so nervous, squeeze the juice out of them, they're best when they're fresh! cried Professor Sprout.

Anyway, Hermione continued their interrupted conversation as if he hadn't been hit by a log just now, Slughorn is going to have a Christmas party, and, you two, you can't escape this time because he Asked me to find out which nights you're free, so he's sure to be able to arrange the party on a night when you, mainly Harry, are free.

Harry groaned. And Ron put both hands on the tree sac and tried to break it, stood up and squeezed it with all his strength, he said angrily, This is another one that only Slughorn likes. A party only for students, isn't it?

Only the Slug Club people, yes, said Hermione. The sac flew out between Ron's hands, hit the glass of the greenhouse, and bounced off the back of Professor Sprout's head, knocking off her old patched hat. Harry ran to pick up the tree sac; on his return he heard Hermione say.

This is really a terrible thing. Fan Lin sighed. In fact, he was not interested in Slughorn's slug club at all, but as the one who brought Slughorn to Hogwarts For the price, the names of the two of them appeared on the list of the slug club early on.

So, if they don't have a good enough reason that day, it means they have to go to this damn slug club party.

By the way, there is one more thing. Hermione said, continuing to tell Fan Lin about the Slug Club.

What?

That's the ball, said Hermione. Of course, you have no reason to refuse, if you want someone else to be my Christmas dance partner.

Wait, partner? Harry's scalp tingled, That means...

Yes, said Hermione, you'll need a dance partner, Harry, of course, without trying someone from the Slug Club, it's a hassle, but...

Several candidates quickly went through Harry's mind.

Autumn?

Oh no, they're both completely fucked, so Ginny?

But Ginny has a boyfriend now, so, Luna?

Thinking of the girl's unreliable nerves, Harry felt a little headache in his head.

Oh, forget it, let's talk about it when the time comes, this time it's not a three-witch fighting contest, and I'm not a warrior...

In fact, the following days were no different from usual. If there was a difference, Fan Lin became more irritable and puzzled.

Fan Lin originally thought that Dumbledore would make some arrangements for him in the follow-up teaching, but in fact, it was indeed arranged, and he was not even allowed to go to his office with Harry.

This made Fan Lin a little confused, and he had no idea what Nicole May gave him. Even Fan Lin really got a memory ball, but in fact, the memory ball didn't turn into anything at all. Pink, which made Fan Lin wonder if the memory ball was broken.

But no one gave him any explanation, not even Tonks brought any more news to Fan Lin, and ever since Dumbledore showed Harry the childhood Tom Riddle, he and Nico Together with LeMay, they completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

No one knows where these two old guys who represent almost half of the history of the magic world have gone.

And Katie Bell is still in St. Mungo's Hospital with no hope of returning, which means that the vigorous Gryffindor team is missing a Chaser.

But in fact, Harry has been training this team carefully since September. It can be said that he has devoted all his extra energy to the Quidditch team, and he has never wanted to find someone to replace Katie. , hoping she can return to the team, but their match against Slytherin is imminent, and in the end Harry can only accept the fact that she will not be able to return in time to participate.

Harry didn't think he could stand another House-wide selection. Harry was not in a good mood when he cornered Dean Thomas after Transfiguration one day, but that had nothing to do with the Quidditch match. Most of the class was gone, but there were still a few little yellow birds chirping and hovering in the room, conjured by Hermione; Feathers are more complicated stuff now.

Are you still interested in being a Chaser?

What...? Yes, of course! Dean said excitedly. Harry looked over Dean's shoulder to see Seamus Finnigan stuffing the book heavily into his bag, looking sour. One of the reasons Harry didn't want Dean to join in the first place was because he knew Seamus would be unhappy. On the other hand, he had to do what was best for the team, and Dean was a better flyer than Seamus in drafting.

So, you're on the team, said Harry. There is a training session tonight at seven o'clock.

Okay, Dean said. Hooray, Harry! Gosh, I can't wait to tell Ginny!