HP monster

The heart is beating violently.

I stood outside Quirinus Quirrell's office door, keeping my hand in the gesture of knocking, but it was still difficult to knock.

...I was swaying from side to side all the way.

I don't think I can judge myself to provoke this somewhat scary professor because of a momentary feeling of illusion. God knows that the mouth under his turban has kept my nightmares going until now.But I couldn't convince myself to let go of this little clue that was very likely to be close to the truth.

... It's hard to imagine that I actually believe in the sixth sense that women always insist on.

There seemed to be someone arguing inside the door, and their voices had been distorted through the distance and the door panel, and it was impossible to tell who the main character was arguing, nor what they were saying.The noise became louder and closer, and suddenly, the door was opened from the inside.

"Dickas?" The old bat Snape met me face to face, he was furious and stared at me in surprise: "What are you doing here when you're not going to have dinner?"

"I..." The excuse was spinning around in my head, "I have some questions I want to ask Professor Quirrell... well, about how to defend properly when facing vampires."

He sneered, "I hope he can really teach you something."

"Didi...Kath" Quirrell stammered as usual.

I looked at him and said straight to the point: "You have a mouth behind your head, I saw it, it was during the Quidditch match... who are you?"

His face suddenly became distorted, without the timidity of the past, and his turban was spread out round and round, revealing the disgusting facial features crawling on the back of his head like maggots.

Kino didn't know why it was slowly divided into two layers. His body seemed to be split in half from the middle. The two faces opened their mouths and rushed towards me, getting closer and closer...

"what!!--"

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I woke up Mandy.

He rubbed his eyes in a daze and sat up, waved his wand to check the time, "It's still early, Dikas, would you like a glass of ice water?"

"no thank you."

Panting heavily, I lay back on the bed again.The previous dream is still clearly echoing in my brain. I vaguely feel that maybe what I want to find has something to do with Quirrell. In this dream, there are Snape, Quirrell, and the disgusting picture. s face.

If this is a prophecy, I have no doubts. There is no clearer dream than this one.

Clear and frightening.

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I came up with the idea of ​​the sorting hat.

Although I feel a little guilty, no one knows more than him, and more importantly, he only regards my consultation as an academic exchange.

After I was awakened by the nightmare that night, I couldn’t fall asleep again. I stared at the ceiling above my head, counting numbers one by one. When I counted to more than 500, I got confused, and then recalled what I had experienced one by one. Some of the things that I have experienced—maybe people are just a little dissatisfied. When I was ignored by others, I was cynical all day long and hoped that someone would pull my hand, rub my head, pat my back and take me home... Now I have it all, Like those children I used to envy, they can hold hands, rub people's heads and pat Harry's back, but I feel that it is not as good as before.

No matter what, I always feel that the present is not as good as the past.

I'm envious of the past again, envious of those days when I didn't know anything.

The note was mailed to George at breakfast, and I saw the brothers waiting for me in the Ravenclaw walkway that afternoon.

"Have you brought all the blueprints?"

"You want to ask Principal Dumbledore to help us solve these small problems?" The brothers didn't know which one to speak first.

"No." I led them towards the principal's office, "There are better choices, he is the principal, after all, he is too busy, isn't he?"

What's more, my instinct told me that my principal would not pay attention to my little problems.

He would continue with all his poise, telling me, "Take it easy."

Dumbledore kept his word. He just asked about the purpose of coming, and stuffed a piece of beef bone flavored halva for each of us, and asked us to drag the stool and leave with the sorting hat.

"What should we do next?" George was almost fainted by the strange smell of the old Sorting Hat, and he moved the stool with one hand. The old Sorting Hat was frightened by his behavior and shouted: "Put back your hand! If How dare you break my words! I..." He watched George put his hand back in a hurry, and then he stopped screaming in satisfaction.

...is really a hard-to-serve old man.

"I've wanted to give him a bath for a long time..." I really wanted to pinch my nose, but probably because of the whole afternoon's conversation, I was a little better than the two brothers. In my case, the two of them wished they could run away a little further, "Maybe helping him take a bath, and then we sit down calmly, will be more conducive to solving our problems?"

"It feels like a good idea." Fred secretly turned his face and slapped his nose, muttering in a low voice: He obviously didn't feel such a smell when he was sorted.

We found an empty room, prepared hot water, warming spells, and water-diluted cleaners under the command of the Sorting Hat, and were forced to learn the warming spell under the strong request and teaching of the Sorting Hat. Continue to use throughout the afternoon.The Sorting Hat was a little startled. According to his explanation, elderly people are like this. He was afraid that we would damage the position of one of its folds.

Although the three of them are still in a hurry when they work together, it is obviously much better.I can't imagine how I would accomplish this if I was the only one. No wonder Dumbledore has been unable to complete this difficult task.

"Wow—it feels so much cleaner—"

Finally got it done, the three of us slumped on the ground panting in large characters, wriggling on the stool with the old sorting hats on, "Okay—stinky boys—if you have any questions, just ask, see You guys helped me a lot—"

Fred rushed up before he finished speaking, and the parchment was placed in front of the old Sorting Hat.

The old Sorting Hat was stunned: "How dare you? How dare you do this! Filch will be mad if he finds out! Peeves won't even..."

George coughed seriously, "Okay, old sir, but you agreed in advance..."

"Ok."

The old Sorting Hat looked unbearable, but he quickly threw himself into these little surprises.

"Oh, give it a try. Here, adding a freezing spell can make the spell last longer... Also here, if you don't want to be attacked when you take it yourself, you need a little processing... Hmm...it doesn't need to be too difficult, have you already learned the simple ancient runes? Well, it's not very profound, as long as you figure out his routine, it's like this..."

The Sorting Hat became more and more involved, and I took advantage of this time to silently think about what kind of spell I wanted.

...Blood tracing, or blood ties.

I have read the book, no matter which one is not easy to learn.

Bloodline tracking allows me to roughly know the direction of my family, but this thing is like a compass, it only has direction, and I can't even know whether my dad is one station away or one ocean away.

Blood ties allow me to use this spell to tell if we're related when I'm dealing with a guy like How I Met Your Mother.

...The handed down spells are always lacking a lot, but these are already the two most convenient ones.

Oh no, specifically I can only learn one.

Sure enough, when the Sorting Hat heard this, it looked at me with an unbelievable expression: "Dickas, these two kinds of magic... how to say, they have very little use, except for some socially complex nobles who need these two kinds of magic. Complicated spells to find bastards, no one will need them anymore."

"I know," I interrupted him, "I've asked all the professors. Except for Professor Quirrell and Professor Snape, almost all the professors said the same thing. Erbajing taught me one syllable."

Taking a deep breath, I looked at the Sorting Hat, "For Merlin's sake, help me, I need this urgently."

I see the old Sorting Hat looking sad.

... He must think I lied to him.

…When I just helped him take a bath, the naked eye could see how happy he was, even though he kept shouting and ordering us to be more agile.

"I'm sorry." My eyes didn't know where to look, and I glanced around. The brothers had already asked the questions as agreed, and left me a space to study alone. "I really want to find my family. , I don’t know why recently, my premonition has been getting stronger and stronger. It’s the feeling that my family is by my side. Where in the Forbidden Forest?..."

"Albus said..."

"Yes!" I interrupted him almost rudely, "Yes, he always told me not to worry, but I sensed that wonderful feeling of being in the same space with relatives, you will never feel it, you I don't understand how much I want to find my family, I want to find my mother, see if she had to throw her baby bump because of some broken family rules, I want to find my dad, let my dad carry me On his head, take me to a 24-hour packed pizza shop, and scold that idiot who I spilled coffee on with me!"

I've never said that before.

Because no one ever gave me hope...

I can't bear to see the dawn, but someone shuts my dawn in the closet, locks it tightly, and makes me wait for the best time to open it...

This is so cruel.

I can't wait any longer.

"I beg you……"

Step by step, I approached the Sorting Hat. My hands were tightly propped on the wooden stool where it was placed, and the wooden blocks were tightly clasped.

"Please."

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I yawned hard, I struggled with my eyelids to focus on Professor Flitwick, who was teaching us how to use zoom out and zoom in quickly - another practical skill for home use, I guess, learn This will save me and Harry from being buried by piles of goods when we go to Diagon Alley in the future.

"Dickas?" Mandy called me in a low voice while waving her wand when the two at the same table contacted each other.

Yawning again, I rubbed my eyes at him.

"Did you not sleep well recently? I often wake up in the middle of the night and find you are carrying something..."

"Well, um... Is the exam coming soon, try harder... I said, Mandy, you cover for me, I'll sleep for a while." Before he could agree, I had already collapsed on the table.

... In order to confirm my conjecture earlier, I have stayed up several nights reciting spells. Although the effect is weak, I can't wait.

This semester is coming to an end, if I don't act quickly, maybe I won't be able to find them again when the next semester starts.

...Tonight, tonight, do it.

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