Together [HP]

The next day, Dumbledore spoke a few words to the whole school at breakfast in the morning.He just asked that Harry be left alone, that no one should ask him questions, or pester him about what had happened that day in the maze.For this, Jacqueline has no objection at all. In fact, she doesn't want to talk to anyone now.She felt completely shut off from herself again, and she was happy to be in her own little world.

The Slytherin lounge was too quiet, and the parents of most of the students had more or less heard the news, and they were as panic-stricken as students in other colleges.

Malfoy, Goyle, and Braque, they were there talking all day, as if Hogwarts was now controlled by them.

At this year's school leaving banquet, the usual decorations were gone, and a black curtain was hung on the wall behind the staff desk, which was in honor of Cedric.

The real Mad-Eye Moody sat at the staff table now, his wooden legs and magic eyes back in their old places.He seemed particularly nervous, jumping up whenever anyone spoke to him.It can't be his fault.Moody's ten months of confinement in his crate must have heightened his fears of being attacked.Karkaroff's seat was empty.I don't know where he is now, and whether he was caught by that person.

Madame Maxime was still there, sitting next to Hagrid.They were talking quietly about something.Across the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall, was Snape.He looked more sullen than ever.And Yuna, who was sitting next to him, supported her head with one hand, looking very tired.

Professor Dumbledore stood up from the staff table.The auditorium was originally much quieter than the usual school leaving banquet, but it was even more silent at this time.

"Another year," said Dumbledore, looking at them all. "It's over."

He stopped talking and his eyes fell on the Hufflepuff table.Before Dumbledore stood up, the mood at this table was the most oppressive, and the faces at this table were also the saddest and palest in the entire auditorium.

"I have many things to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, "but first I must say with great sorrow that we have lost a very fine man who should have been sitting here," he pointed Referring to fellow Hufflepuffs, "Enjoy this dinner with us. I hope everyone will stand up and raise a glass to Cedric Diggory."

Everyone stood up one after another, and there was a sound of benches moving in the auditorium.They all raised their goblets and said in one low, deep voice, "Cedric Diggory."

"Cedric exemplified all the qualities that are characteristic of Hufflepuff House," continued Dumbledore. "He was a kind, loyal friend, a hardworking student, and a believer in fair play. His death made All of you were shocked, whether you knew him or not. So I think you have a right to know what happened."

They all looked up at Dumbledore.Dumbledore bent slightly in Yuna's direction.

"Cedric Diggory was killed by Voldemort."

There was a nervous murmur in the auditorium.Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief.Jacqueline held her hand tightly, biting her lower lip with her teeth.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this," continued Dumbledore. "Some of the parents of some of my classmates might be shocked by what I did, either because they couldn't believe that Voldemort had really returned, or because they thought I This should not have been told to you, after all, you are young. However, I believe that telling the truth is always better than lying, if we try to make Cedric's death an accident, or blame it on his own Careless, that's an insult to his image."

At this time, every face in the auditorium turned towards Dumbledore, and shock and fear were written on every face...

"In speaking of Cedric's death, one other person must be mentioned," continued Dumbledore. "I am speaking, of course, of Harry Potter."

There was a stir in the Great Hall, and several people turned their heads to Harry, and then quickly turned back to look at Dumbledore.

"Harry Potter escaped Voldemort," said Dumbledore, "and he risked his life to bring Cedric's body back to Hogwarts. He was fearless in every way." , Few wizards have shown such spirit in the face of Voldemort's evil power, for this, I pay tribute to him."

Dumbledore turned gravely to Harry, raising his goblet once more.Almost everyone in the auditorium did.They whispered Harry's name as they had just said Cedric's, and toasted him.But many of the rest of the Slytherins sat obstinately without touching their glasses.

Once everyone was seated again, Dumbledore continued: "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and foster mutual understanding in the wizarding world. In light of what is happening now, and in light of Voldemort's return from the dead, this connection is more important than ever. .”

Dumbledore looked at Madame Maxime and Hagrid, at Fleur Delacour and her fellow Beauxbatons, and at Viktor Krum and Dem at the Slytherin table Strong's classmate.Krum looked nervous, even frightened, as if he expected Dumbledore to say something harsh.

"Every guest in this Hall," said Dumbledore, his eyes resting on Durmstrang's fellow students, "is welcome to come back at any time. I repeat to all of you, Given Voldemort's rise from the dead, we are only strong together and vulnerable when divided. Voldemort created conflict and enmity with great skill. We can only fight it if we demonstrate the same unbreakable friendship and trust. As long as we aim Be consistent, open your heart, and differences of habit and language will not be an obstacle."

"I believe, I hope I am mistaken, that dark and difficult times are ahead for us all. Some of you in the Great Hall have been directly victimized by Voldemort's poison. Many of your families have been torn apart. A A classmate among us lost his life a few weeks ago."

"Remember Cedric. When you have to choose between the right way and the short way, please don't forget a just, kind, brave boy who suffered such a tragic fate because of his unexpected encounter with Voldemort. Always remember Cedric Diggory."

The whole Slytherin common room was empty, and people packed their suitcases and stood in the foyer waiting for the carriages to take them to Hogsmeade station.Jacqueline didn't pack her suitcase, she sat at the end of her bed, staring blankly in front of her.She doesn't want to do anything and doesn't know what she wants to do.She felt weak all over, and she wanted to lie down on the bed and fall asleep, no matter how dark it was.

"Looks like you haven't started packing yet." Pansy's voice sounded behind her, but she didn't want to turn her head to look at her, didn't want to open her mouth to speak.

"Miss Granger just seemed to be looking for you." Pansy walked over and started dragging Jacqueline's suitcase out from under the bed, throwing all the clothes on her bed in, "Krum said goodbye to her, There seemed to be some great whispers, too, for she was flushed."

Pansy was there talking and rambling, but Jacqueline turned a deaf ear.

"You'd better go," Pansy said as she stuffed Jacqueline's dress into the trunk, "or you'll probably miss the train."

"Put them all here, Pansy," Jacqueline finally said, looking at the clothes that had been packed into the box and said, "We're going to be back next year, why bother packing them up and unpacking them, Open it and pack it up."

"You must be joking, aren't you?" Pansy glanced at a box of clothes, "You know if you leave these here, the house-elves will throw them all away during the summer, and next year we will in a different dormitory."

Jacqueline proved she wasn't joking and walked straight out.

"Okay." Pansy glanced at the messy room, "Your things are up to you."

On their way back to King's Cross, the weather was nothing like it had been when they had been to Hogwarts last September.The sky was cloudless.After struggling for a long time, they finally found an empty cubicle and sat in it.

As soon as Jacqueline got into the car, she curled up on the seat with her legs crossed, her head buried between her legs.

Pansy sat across from her with Uranus in her arms and watched the Daily Prophet.There are people coming and going everywhere outside, cheerful fights and loud noises, but the cubicle is quiet, as if in another world.

"I'm a little hungry." When it was almost noon, Pan Xi rubbed his stomach. "I'm going to find out where the little cart that delivers lunch is. Do you want to find something delicious together?"

Jacqueline didn't even look up.Pansy shrugged, greeted Uranus and walked out.

Jacqueline closed her eyes, she didn't fall asleep, although she wanted to, she couldn't.There were noisy voices in her ears, and she was very angry. She wanted to use a curse to destroy them all, leaving no one left, including herself.

It wasn't their fault, she tried desperately to restrain herself, it had nothing to do with them.

Why not?Cedric had just died, Potter had just said the man had come back to life, and they were fighting like nothing happened, like Dumbledore was talking nonsense.

They don't know how you feel, no one knows how you feel.Does anyone know?To listen to and see that kind of thing repeatedly every year, who else would live this kind of life except you?

Everyone has their own secrets. Your mother actually allowed that person to be resurrected for some kind of plan, and Dumbledore, what kind of madness did he have, to make a plan to resurrect that person?Of course, there is also Fudge, that cowardly man who just hides in the imagination he created and does nothing.

They're all idiots, they're all idiots.

"Enough!" She roared at herself, and the voice outside the door stopped abruptly.Then, the compartment door was pushed open.

"Look who this is," said Draco Malfoy.

Crabbe and Goyle stood behind him.Jacqueline had never seen the three of them so proud, so arrogant, so menacing.

"This is not the proud Graham lady." Malfoy took a step into the cubicle, looked at her slowly, with a hint of sarcasm trembling at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "Why are you here alone? Where is your little follower, Parkinson? Where are your Gryffindor friends? Didn't their first thought was to run away from you when they heard that the Dark Lord was resurrected?"

The sinister smile on his face became more obvious.Crabbe and Goyle burst out laughing.

"Are you still delusional about making friends with Gryffindors?" Malfoy said softly, looking at her. "Do you think Dumbledore can protect you?"

"Leave her alone, Malfoy!" cried Hermione from outside the carriage.

"Oh, it's so cute, Granger." Malfoy sneered, and slowly turned to Hermione, "Hooked up with a pure-blood family, why, do you think that with her protection, the Dark Lord won't touch you? It's too late, Granger. Did she tell you that the Dark Lord is back, and it's their family that's going to die first! Then the Mudbloods and Muggle-loving guys! Next, Diggory is..."

Sooner or later, it was as if someone had set off a box of fireworks in the cubicle.The spells emitted from different directions radiated dazzling light, blinding Jacqueline's eyes, and a series of loud crackling noises almost deafened her ears.She looked down at the floor.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all lying unconscious in the doorway of the cubicle.Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all standing outside the door. The three of them had used their different poisons at the same time just now, and they were not the only three of them doing so.

"We want to see what the three of them are up to." Fred said solemnly, stepping on Goyle's body into the compartment.His wand was in his hand, and so was George.George stepped on Malfoy on purpose as he and Fred entered the cubicle.

"What an interesting effect," said George, looking down at Crabbe and Goyle. "Who used the Sickness Charm?"

Jacqueline raised her hand slowly, "He's so annoying, and I've always wanted to try."

"What a coincidence," said George cheerfully, "I used the hairy spell. It seems the two spells can't be mixed. He seems to have little tentacles popping out all over his face. Well, let's not leave 'em here, they It's not a pretty decoration."

Ron, Harry, George, and Fred kicked, pushed, and rolled, leaving Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle unconscious (each of them looked even uglier as they were hit by a mix of spells) Got it in the next cubicle.

"What's the matter, Jacqueline." Hermione walked in, she closed the compartment door, sat next to Jacqueline, and patted her knee, "Pansy told me you don't even want to eat , isn't it sick?"

Jacqueline shook her head and buried her head between her legs again.

"I got her," Hermione tried to cheer herself up, "Rita Skeeter. You inspired me, you said she might become a..."

"The beetle," said Jacqueline.

"I grabbed hers on the windowsill of Harry's ward. If you look closely, you'll notice that the markings around the beetle's tentacles are exactly the same as those ugly glasses she wears." Hermione took a pair of glasses out of her bag. Airtight small glass jars only.

There were a few twigs and leaves in the glass jar, and a big, fat beetle.

"When Hagrid was talking about his mother to Madame Maxime, there was a beetle attached to the statue." Jacqueline said with her head down, "I saw her then."

"That's right!" said Hermione. "Didn't you grab a beetle out of my hair after you pulled me out of the water during the second project? I bet she must have found another chance later." Flew back. She flies around all year round, looking for material to make a big deal about.”

"I told her I'd let her out as soon as we got back to London," said Hermione. "I put a strong spell on the jar so she couldn't change shape. I told her not to write for a year." Things. See if she can get rid of her bad habit of slandering and insulting others."

"Most people don't change," Jacqueline muffled. "Can you leave me alone for a while, Granger. Or do I have to cast a jinx on you too."

"If you want me to go, I'm afraid you'll have to cast me a pretty strong jinx," said Hermione, putting the jar back in her bag. "I heard what Malfoy said, Jacqueline, I won't leave you just because that person is resurrected, absolutely not. But you can't stay away from us either, as you told me, even the mysterious man Help is needed. He is not your only enemy, we, Dumbledore, and many others are fighting with you."

Jacqueline didn't go on, and she didn't move until the train arrived.Hermione also sat there stubbornly. She took out the "Complete Surnames" that Jacqueline gave her from her schoolbag and read it with relish.

"Dumbledore, mom, they all knew about this, long before we knew it, but they didn't stop it. Mom said Dumbledore had a plan, but I don't understand how she would allow this plan to go ahead." When Hermione felt that she and Jacqueline could spend the night on the train today, Jacqueline's muffled voice came. Her voice was very cold, just like her whole body, without any emotion.

"I don't understand either, Jacqueline." Hermione put down her book and said softly, "But I know one thing, Professor Graham loves you very much, and she won't let you suffer any harm. I know you doubt her decision, But what you envisage is just a situation, what you said, there are many ways to explain a thing, and no one can know until it is confirmed. But whatever happens, Jacqueline, I will be here with you .”

Jacqueline raised her head slowly, and she looked at Hermione, "You know, Malfoy is right, when that man comes back, the one he wants to kill the most is our family."

"That's not going to be tomorrow, is it?" said Hermione, and then she did something she'd never done before, standing up and kissing Jacqueline on the forehead, "even if it's true It's tomorrow, and I'm sure you'll make a plan tonight. I know what you're going to face from the very beginning." She picked up her schoolbag and walked out, "I will I will write to you, I promise."

Jacqueline stood up, stepped off the train, and walked towards Yuna.

Even if it was tomorrow, she would have one night to prepare.