Together [HP]

On a Saturday in mid-January, the students all went to Hogsmeade to play. Jacqueline and Pansy left the castle together and walked towards the school gate through the cold and damp ground.As they passed Durmstrang's big ship moored on the lake, they saw Krum's black head floating in the middle of the lake.

"He's actually pretty good," Pansy said. "He's a star, but he's not that pretentious."

"He probably doesn't know that there are giant squids and murlocs in this lake." Jacquiline looked at Krum's big head up and down, "There are many creatures that can swallow him in one bite, leaving nothing behind."

"Where do you want to go in Hogsmeade?" Pansy asked.

"I don't have anywhere in particular I want to go, I just want to try my luck at the Three Broomsticks," Jacqueline said as they walked into Hogsmeade village.

"Take a chance?"

"I hope Ludo Bagman isn't gone yet," said Jacqueline as they walked the streets of Hogsmeade. "I hope I can get something out of him about Mr. Crouch." things."

"Isn't there a rumor that Mr. Crouch is sick? He has to work from home." Pansy pushed open the door of the three broomsticks. The pub was crowded as usual. They went to the bar and bought a cup of butter beer from Mrs. Rosmerta. , a glass of mead.

"Unless he's dead, I can't think of anything that would stop someone like him from going to the office, hey, can you lip-read through a mirror?" Jacqueline touched Pansy's arm as she looked toward the bar In the mirror at the back, Pansy saw the reflection of Ludo Bagman sitting in a dark corner with a gang of goblins.Bagman was lowering his voice and speaking quickly to the goblins, who were all crossing their arms and looking menacing.

"Don't you think this is weird? There is no Triwizard Tournament, and there is no need for referees. Well, I can read a little, and it seems to be related to gold coins. The English of the goblins is too bad. Most of them speak their own language."

"It's a pity." Jacqueline curled her lips, "I wish Dad was here."

"Wait, he said, Harry is here, he, can he pay back..."

"Harry?" Jacqueline turned her head quickly, just as Harry, Ron and Hermione walked in from outside.

"Harry!" Bagman said happily, hurrying towards Harry, "how are you? I wish I had run into you! Is everything all right?"

"Fine, thanks," said Harry.

"I wonder if I could have a few words with you alone, Harry?" said Bagman eagerly. "Can you two do us a favor?"

"Well, okay." After Ron finished speaking, he and Hermione went to find a seat.

Bagman led Harry to the end of the bar away from Madam Rosmerta.

"You don't want me to lip-read them," Pansy said, looking into Jacqueline's eager eyes.

"Can you?" Jacqueline asked uncertainly.

"I can try. But I can't guarantee, our position is not very good, I can't see their mouth shape. Maybe we can move to the door? It's a good angle."

"Okay, no problem." Jacqueline nodded quickly, and she and Pansy moved towards the table next to the door.

"He said the goblins were looking for Barty Crouch. Harry asked why he was here, shouldn't he be in the Ministry of Magic in London. He said he hadn't come to work for two weeks, oh no yes His assistant, Percy, said he was ill and hadn't been to work for two weeks, but only sent an owl to give instructions. He hoped that Harry would not tell anyone about it, because he was afraid that Skeeter would ask around and write some disastrous articles. .He also mentioned one person, Bertha Jorkins."

"Bertha Jorkins? I've heard this name before. She often couldn't control her mouth, so she was kicked out of a department..."

"She seems to have gone, ah, al..."

"Albania?"

"That's right, it's this place." Pansy said excitedly, "She met her second cousin there, and then she planned to go to the south to visit an aunt, and she disappeared since then. The Ministry of Magic couldn't find her either. Here After that, well, it's all about the Triwizard Tournament, and he wants to give Potter special help, which is against the rules, isn't it?"

"This is really strange." Jacqueline frowned and said, "Mr. Crouch seems to be fine, but why didn't he go to the office, but sent a letter? Could it be that he was kidnapped? But this said It doesn't make sense, the person who kidnapped him obviously wanted him to maintain a normal life, but he was unwilling to let him out. Mr. Crouch was alone. His son Crouch Jr. died in Azkaban, and his wife also died. dead, his house-elves have been kicked out, and if the kidnappers want money, only Mr Crouch himself can take them to Gringotts to get the money."

"Maybe he's just sick?" Pansy sipped his butter beer. "Maybe, although there's no one who can't get sick, but can't work?"

"I think he is the kind of person who, as long as he has a breath, he will climb to the office. By the way, he just said that Jorkins went to Albania, right?" Jacqueline subconsciously snapped her fingers .

"That's right," Pansy nodded, "what's the matter?"

"That man was hiding there." Jacqueline said, as if it was a normal thing. "At least he was hiding there until he was defeated by Potter three years ago. I dare say he will return now." went there."

"But Jacqueline, Albania is so big, that Jorkins will not happen to meet that person, not to mention, what does that person want her to do? She is just a small person."

"A little gossip," said Jacqueline. "I dare say she knows even Mr. Crouch's little secret."

"Then follow what you said." Pansy took another sip of butter beer, "That man caught her, but what a great thing you can learn from her."

"I suspect that person learned about the Triwizard Tournament from her. She worked for Mr. Bagman. He must have known that Hogwarts will hold the Triwizard Tournament this year. When there are a large number of outsiders pouring into the school , just put in a Death Eater and then make sure Potter goes to the tournament and wins the championship and just cast a spell and they can teleport Potter anywhere they want so he can kill Potter gone."

"Under the headmaster's nose? And it needs a lot of help, I don't think... Hey, look who this is." Pansy lowered her voice.

Rita Skeeter walked in.She's wearing a banana-yellow gown today, her long nails painted a dazzling pink, and she's accompanied by her paunchy photographer.She bought a drink and walked with the photographer through the crowd to a nearby table.Harry, Ron and Hermione all stared at her.She was talking rapidly, and seemed very satisfied with something.

"...he doesn't seem to want to talk to us, does he, Fu Zuo? You say, why is this happening? What is he doing, with a large group of goblins behind him? And he said he was taking them for a scenic tour... It's total nonsense ...He's a veteran liar. Is something wrong? Shall we dig a little more? Ludo Bagman, ex-head of the Department of Magical Sports, is discredited... That's a good start, Bozo, we just need Find an appropriate story for it."

"Trying to ruin someone's life again?" Harry said aloud.

Several people turned their faces.Rita Skeeter's eyes behind jeweled spectacles widened when she saw who was speaking.

"Harry!" she said, all of a sudden smiling. "That's great! Why don't you guys come together..."

"I wouldn't come near you even on a ten-foot broomstick!" said Harry angrily. "Why did you do that to Hagrid, huh?"

Rita Skeeter raised her heavily drawn eyebrows.

"Our readers have a right to the truth, Harry. I'm just doing my..."

"Who cares if he's a half-giant?" Harry exclaimed. "There's nothing abnormal about him!"

The whole tavern suddenly became silent.Madame Rosmerta, watching from behind the bar, was pouring mead into the flagon, which was overflowing without her noticing.

Rita Skeeter's smile flickered a little, but she fixed it again in an instant.She opened the crocodile leather bag, took out her shorthand, and said, "Would you like to tell me what you know about Hagrid, Harry? The humanity behind the flesh? Your inexplicable friendship, and the reasons behind it .Do you see him as a father?"

Hermione jumped to her feet, clutching the Butterbeer like it was a hand grenade.

"You nasty woman," she said through gritted teeth, "you don't give a shit about anyone who gets a story, don't you? Even Ludo Bagman..."

"Sit down, you silly little girl, don't talk nonsense about things you don't understand." Rita Skeeter said coldly, and her eyes became cold and fierce when they fell on Hermione. "I know things about Ludo Bagman that will make your hair stand on end... let alone," she said, eyeing Hermione's tousled hair.

"Let's go," said Hermione, "Come on, Harry, Ron..."

"Hey, hello, Skeeter." After Hermione and the others left, Jacqueline stood up slowly, "It's lucky, isn't it?"

"It's you?" Skeeter's eyes narrowed suddenly, and she immediately put away her shorthand pen and parchment, "I abide by our agreement."

"This is really rare for you, isn't it?" Jacqueline put on an impeccable smile on her face, "It's just that I seem to have heard someone say that Miss Granger is a silly little girl, isn't she? Pansy."

"Yeah," Pansy laughed, sitting in her seat, "calling our second year, Miss 'Know It All', a silly little girl, and I think Master Malfoy will be angry because he didn't even have a silly little girl. Not as good."

"I can say whatever I want, as long as I don't write it down," Skeeter said coldly, but her face turned pale.

"Of course, of course." Jacqueline opened her hand and pulled away a chair beside her. "Actually, why don't you come over? Maybe I can ask you about Animagus."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Skeeter's eyes widened, and Pansy looked at her curiously, a little confused.

"I see," Jacqueline nodded knowingly, "that is to say, if in the future, I see a beetle on the campus of Hogwarts, it should not appear, but There just happens to be a place where important news can be released, and I can put it at will," Jacqueline made a gesture of pulling her fist, "crushed it."

"How dare you!" The photographer next to Skeeter took a step forward and pulled out his wand, but Jacqueline was far faster than him, and her wand slipped straight out of the sleeve, pointing at the man, "snap" With a bang, a small fireball was emitted, but it disappeared before it touched the man, and Jacqueline was also taken aback. She hadn't said a spell yet.

"Fighting is not allowed here!" Ms. Rosmerta looked over from behind the bar. "You know the rules, Jacqueline."

"I didn't mean it." Jacqueline explained quickly, "Maybe, it's just that my wand got too excited after seeing someone full of nonsense."

"Then you'd better come in after you can control your wand." Ms. Rosmerta looked at Jacqueline, "And you, I don't have any news here that you can make up. If you drink up, Just go out."

"I didn't really do anything, well, just draw my wand. Of course, I'd love to teach them a lesson, but I didn't do anything, Merlin, I didn't even cast a spell." When When Jacqueline and Pansy walked on the road to Hogwarts, Jacqueline repeatedly explained.

"Yeah, if I didn't know you that well, I would have thought you had secretly learned the silent spell." Pansy said sullenly.

"A fourth grade student can't use a silent spell." Jacqueline said angrily.

"Jacqueline." Pansy stopped, her eyebrows all knit together, "If it's possible, I really hope you can..."

"I know, I know." Jacqueline said impatiently, "I will find time to talk to Professor Graham."

The author has something to say:

The author has no interest in recreating a Horcrux...

First: The following nightmare about Yuna cannot be explained by Horcruxes.

Second: To make a Horcrux, you must do it yourself, that is to say, Voldemort himself.So if Voldemort really created the tragedy of Graham's house with his own hands, then there are only two possibilities. The first is that Una, Jacqueline and James all died, and the second is that Voldemort died or was seriously injured. After 11 months, he It is very difficult to go to Harry's house intact to create the tragedy of Potter's house.

Stop saying that Jacqueline is a Horcrux, or that she is the same as Harry, they are completely different things, thank you.