HP meets at Hogwarts

In the evening, the sun has completely set, but the western sky still has a glow, which casts a faint orange color on the greenhouse outside the castle.

"Good evening! Professor Sprout." Ann walked quickly along the path. When she was about to arrive, she waved to Professor Sprout outside the greenhouse. When the other party saw Ann, he took off his dragon leather gloves and Chao An waved his hand.

"Good evening, Ann, the raspberry butter biscuits from the summer vacation are delicious," Professor Sprout said with a smile.

"It's fine if you like it, but the production steps I sent you last time can be improved, and the taste will be more crispy." An took out a piece of parchment from her schoolbag, "I've written it..."

Professor Sprout took the parchment, "Great, I'll try it tomorrow. Ah, your workbench has been moved to the small laboratory, and Dumbledore has covered your laboratory with some protection." Curse."

"Great," An said happily, rolled up his sleeves and put on the dragon leather gloves, "I'll go and have a look later, now I want to follow you to take care of these little things—"

After helping Professor Sprout trim, loosen the soil, and arrange the magic plants on the greenhouse shelves, Ann came to a small wooden house next to the first greenhouse.

There are four rooms in the cabin, which used to be the utility room where Professor Sprout put tools, fertilizer and flower pots.But now the largest one has become Ann's laboratory.

Unlock the lock, push the door, and the workbench and material cabinets have been set up in the small boxy experiment.Dumbledore was so efficient in doing things. Anla opened the drawer of the material cabinet and looked at the various common materials inside.

There are three crucibles, two balances, various test tubes and glass bottles on the workbench.A piece of parchment lay on an empty bookshelf.

He picked it up and saw that it was left by Dumbledore. It said that most of the protective magic had been arranged, and left two boxes of books that Ann might need.

Looking at the two wooden boxes in the corner of the laboratory, Ann pulled out her wand and pointed at them.The lock popped, the lid opened, and books, old and new, floated in a line.

They passed by An's eyes one by one, and were neatly placed in different positions on the bookshelf.

There were about forty books in the two boxes, and after they were all placed on the bookshelves, the wooden boxes were snapped shut again.Looking at the books on the bookshelf, An couldn't help muttering in a low voice, "Dumbledore is quite good at collecting books, maybe I can make good use of them? After all, it will be difficult to use them later if you don't use them at this time."

Touching her chin, Ann looked at the books on the bookshelf. Although there were many precious books in Roland's library, ten of Dumbledore's forty books were extremely precious.They are either the manuscripts and notes of a potions master, or the comprehensive statistics and classification of potions in a certain period.

He also took out some books from his schoolbag and placed them on the bookshelf.After that, he arranged the tools on the workbench according to his own habits, and when he was arranging the parchment in the drawer, the door was pushed open with a creak.

"Ann, Harry's potions lesson this afternoon wasn't due to luck, his textbook was a—"

In the middle of Hermione's words, Ann sealed Hermione's lips.Protecting Hermione's neck with her right hand, Ann kissed her cleanly. Hermione froze for a moment, but then deepened the kiss.

The tongue brushed the other's lower lip lightly, touched the teeth, and opened the jaw slightly.

Until Fanny's voice came from a distance outside the door, "Is this room? Okay, thank you, Professor."

Hermione quickly restrained her desire to continue, and blushed to push Ann away.

With a final swipe on the other's lips, Ann licked her lips again before letting go of Hermione, but one hand still held the other's hand tightly.

There was a knock on the door, "Ann? Are you inside? Are you coming in?"

Ann gave Hermione a funny look, and said in a slightly higher voice, "Yes, you can come in, the door is unlocked."

Fanny opened the door and came in, not surprised to see Hermione, she just greeted Hermione with a smile.Looking around the room, she sighed, "Wow, your little laboratory is really nice—" She turned her head to look at Ann and Hermione again, "It seems that there are not many opportunities to see you in the dormitory in the future..."

"Sleeping is also very important—" Ann said, "By the way, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Ah," Fanny held up the rolled purple parchment in her hand, "that's what I'm looking for you now. An invitation from Professor Slughorn."

"Again?" Ann took the parchment from Fanny's hand, rolled it up, and it was in beautiful cursive English.

"Next Saturday? But why did he send invitations so early?" Ann muttered.

Fanny raised another invitation card in her hand, on which her name was written, "Maybe it's for an appointment in advance? But it doesn't matter, will you go?"

Ann turned her head to look at Hermione, just in time to meet Hermione's gaze.

"Hermione go, I'll go."

"but I?"

"I saw Harry in the dining room, and he was holding two invitations," said Fanny. "I think you must be one of them... Then, Hermione, are you going?"

Ann winked at Hermione, "There's something delicious——"

Hermione smiled and glanced at Ann, "Go, but I'm different from someone, not for food..."

Fanny giggled twice, but it was rare for Hermione to tease others like this.

Ann shrugged noncommittally, and asked Hermione, "By the way, why did you come to me in such a hurry before?"

Hermione's expression turned serious, "Don't you think it's strange that Harry performed so well in Potions class this afternoon?"

"Strange? Did something happen?" Fanny asked quickly.

"Harry, doesn't he have no books? The old book that Professor Slughorn gave Harry has problems. It is full of words, notes and revised sentences. Winning the medicine class," said Hermione.

Fanny looked at Ann.

"I suppose you charmed the book after dinner?" Ann asked.

Hermione frowned slightly, "I checked with the 'Revealing True' spell...."

"But found nothing?"

Hermione nodded, "But, that doesn't mean it's safe..."

Ann shook her head, "Hermione, don't worry, although the situation outside is not very good, the campus is generally safe, Harry may have just taken a copy of the book of a top student who used to study at Hogwarts." Where are the old textbooks?"

In the next two Potions classes of the week, Harry was getting compliments from Slughorn again and again for his book from the Half-Blood Prince.

Hermione was still a little unhappy about this, even though An took Hermione to conduct several transformation experiments on potions in the laboratory.

"You see, if we omit this step, because of the characteristics of the purple orchid grass, the properties in the potion will change—" Ann explained to Hermione very patiently. "In fact, this is a reverse thinking. Every potion master also started from our time. They also need to understand the properties of different magic plants and raw materials, and make the potions they want according to their needs—"

"All theories are produced to solve practical problems. When I was studying, heck, what I read in a Muggle book is also applicable to the knowledge of the magical world."

Because there is a lot of homework in the sixth grade, especially Hermione who has taken 11 courses.Ann was very rare every time she was alone with Hermione, whether it was in the library or the small laboratory...

Saturday afternoon, the Slytherin common room.

"Oh my god, I'm not mistaken..." Fanny went to sit next to Ann with two books in her arms, "I actually saw you in the common room..."

Ann puffed up her cheeks and muttered, "I can't help it, the library is closed, and it's raining so hard outside, Hermione went back to Gryffindor Tower after dinner, she said she would finish astronomy by herself in the afternoon Operation--"

Fanny looked clear, "I said..."

"However, all the old and empty classrooms in the school are locked or closed, and my club can't find a place to do activities..." Fanny also muttered.

"Club?" Ann held the book and raised her head, "You mean the Inspiration Art Club you joined the year before last? I thought you quit..."

"No, last year, although all the clubs in the school were disbanded, and we were too busy with the exams, but this year when Dumbledore came, we re-established..."

"Is that so..." An said, turning her eyes to her book again.

Saturday night, seven fifty.

With her schoolbag on her back, An walked slowly to the eighth floor at a leisurely pace, and stopped at the place where there was a lone stone monster.

"Sour soda," Ann said, and the stone monster jumped aside, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it.

An looked around and stepped up.

Knocking on the door, Dumbledore's voice sounded from behind the door, "Please come in."

"Good evening, Professor." An Jinmen said as he walked to the chair opposite Dumbledore and sat down.

"Good evening, Ann." Dumbledore looked up at Ann with a smile. "How is the first week of the new school year?"

"It's almost the same as before, but there's a lot less homework, and although there are a lot more other things—" Ann said, "Oh, right? Tell me, why does Professor Snape take special care of me this semester?"

Leaning forward with his upper body, Ann asked, "Did you do something in it? I remember the last meeting, not every member of the Order of the Phoenix was happy, especially him?"

"I've talked with him alone about the last time, and it's not a big problem." Dumbledore said, "As for the other things, I just want to tell you."

Ann narrowed her eyes.

"I didn't say your identity, don't worry, I haven't forgotten the agreement. I just asked him to 'take care' of you in the defense against the dark arts class this school year at the opening banquet, you know. Snape's understanding of the dark arts is Very deep, and I think you might need to know more about that."

Curling her lips, An let go of this question. After all, Dumbledore did not do this, and she did have related plans. "Well, what you said is that I actually have related plans. When will Harry come over?"

Dumbledore glanced at the clock on the wall, "08:30..."

"Okay, I'm going to change clothes." An found a gray robe, glasses, and a mask from her schoolbag. "Ah, I almost forgot. Thank you for those books. I have to say that they are very helpful."

"You're welcome, I recall a saying in the East that we are now grasshoppers on the same rope?"

"Hey, that's a pretty good sentence."

There was a knock on the door, and Harry walked into the headmaster's office. Dumbledore was already waiting for him, and as expected, there was a man in gray robe standing beside him.

"Good evening, sir, Scull," said Harry.

Dumbledore nodded with a smile. "Ah, good evening, Harry. Sit down, I suppose. You've had a good first week of school, haven't you?"

"Yes, sir, thank you," said Harry.

Dumbledore also chose an armchair and sat down, while the man in gray robe stood motionless, like a statue.But this time Harry could clearly see the gray-robed man's eyes, the black eyes were sharp and serious.

Maybe a very responsible person?Harry thought, otherwise Dumbledore would not have given him such an important position.But what Harry wondered even more was what lesson Dumbledore was going to teach himself?

"I suppose, Harry," began Dumbledore, "you must be wondering what I'm going to give you? For lack of a better word? Lessons?"

"Yes, sir." Harry nodded.

"Well, since you already know what prompted Voldemort to kill you 15 years ago, I think it's time to let you know something."

A moment's pause.

"At the end of last term, you said you'd tell me everything, sir," said Harry.

"I did that." Dumbledore said calmly, "I told you everything I knew at the time. It's just that a lot of things happened after that. But from now on, we don't just have to face each other. Now that the facts are right, we're going to get into the intricacies of guesswork as to what's going on? At this point, Harry, I might be wrong too..."

"But you think you're right?" said Harry.

"Naturally I think so, but, as I've already demonstrated to you, I make mistakes just like any other human being. In fact, because of me, please forgive me—because I'm much smarter than most people, my mistakes It will be correspondingly more serious."

"Sir," Harry said tentatively, "does what you want to tell me have to do with that prophecy? Is it to help me ... survive?"

"It has a lot to do with that prophecy," said Dumbledore, in a tone as casual as if Harry were asking him what the weather would be like tomorrow. "Of course I hope it will help you survive."

Dumbledore stood up, walked around the table, and passed Harry.Harry turned eagerly in his chair, watching Dumbledore bent over the chest by the door.When Dumbledore straightened up, he was holding a familiar shallow stone basin in his hand, with a circle of strange symbols engraved on the mouth of the basin.He placed the Pensieve on the table in front of Harry.

"You look worried."

"Yeah," said Harry, "the few times I've been in, it's not been a great experience."

Dumbledore nodded knowingly, "I understand, but this time is different. We entered the Pensieve together, and you are allowed."

"Us?" Harry glanced at the gray robed man.

Dumbledore nodded with a smile, "Skool will help us a lot, and there are still many things you need to cooperate with in the future."

"Well, where shall we go then, sir?"

"Take a walk in Bob Ogden's memory lane." Dumbledore said as he took out a crystal bottle from his pocket, which contained a spinning and floating silver-white thing.

"Who is Bob Ogden?"

"He worked in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement," said Dumbledore. "He was dead for some time. But before he died, I managed to find him and persuade him to tell me these memories. Now, we To accompany him to a place where he went on a mission. Harry, you stand up..."

Harry stood up, Dumbledore pointed to the crystal bottle with his wand, and the cork jumped out.

Dumbledore's scorched hands were particularly obvious against the white robe, and Harry couldn't help asking, "Sir, how did you hurt your hand?"

Dumbledore said in a nonchalant tone, "Now is not the time to talk about it, Harry, we have an appointment with Bob Ogden."

Dumbledore poured the silvery substance from the bottle into the Pensieve, where they swirled slowly, shimmering faintly, neither liquid nor gas.

"You go in first." Dumbledore pointed to the Pensieve and said.

Harry leaned forward, took a deep breath, and plunged into the silvery substance.

"You last?" said Dumbledore.

"Okay." The gray-robed man's voice was low and hoarse.

They were standing on a country lane between tall, tangled hedgerows of shrubs and a summer sky overhead.

About ten paces in front of them stood a short, stocky man with extremely thick spectacles, the eyes of which were reduced to two points, like those of a mole.He was reading a wooden signpost sticking out of the brambles on the left side of the path.

He was dressed in eccentric clothes: a frock coat over a striped bathing suit and shoe covers.As soon as Harry finished sizing up his strange appearance, Ogden walked quickly down the path.

The three followed.As he passed the wooden signpost, Harry looked up at its two pointing arrows.The one pointing the way they came reads: Great Hangleton, 5 miles.Pointing in the direction Ogden was going reads: Little Hangleton, 1 mile.

They walked for a while, seeing nothing but tall bushes and hedges on either side, the vast blue summer sky overhead, and the rustling figure in front of them in a frock coat.Then the path turned to the left and descended steeply along the hillside, so they suddenly and unexpectedly found a valley, which was presented in front of them at a glance.Harry saw a village, which was undoubtedly Little Hangleton, set between two steep hills, with the church and cemetery clearly visible.On the hillside opposite the valley, there is a very grand mansion surrounded by a large green grassland.

The path turned to the right, and as they rounded the bend, Ogden's frock coat flickered and he disappeared in a gap in the fence.

The three of them followed him to a narrow dirt road lined with taller and thicker hedges than the ones they had just passed.The dirt road was winding, potholed, and full of rocks. It went down as steeply as the path just now, and seemed to lead to a small piece of dark woods below.Sure enough, after a short walk, the dirt road joined the bush. Ogden stopped, drew out his wand, and the three of them stopped behind him.

Although the sky was clear and cloudless, the old trees overhead cast cool dark dense shadows, and it was a few seconds before Harry's eyes caught sight of a house half hidden among the tangle of trees.

Ogden moved forward quietly, and Harry felt that his movements were very cautious.When the dark tree shadows slid down from him, he stopped again and looked straight at the front door of the house, where someone had nailed a dead snake.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound, followed by another click, and a man in rags jumped down from a nearby tree and landed right in front of Ogden.Ogden backed away so quickly that he stepped on the back of his coat and nearly fell.

After some difficulties, Ogden followed Gunter into the dilapidated wooden house.

"I came to see your son, Mr. Gaunt," said Ogden. "Is this Morfin?"

The ragged young man glanced at Ogden and stood behind Gaunt.

"Ah, this is Morfin," said the old man casually. "Are you a pure-blood?" he asked, suddenly so aggressive.

"Neither side," said Ogden grimly. "Mr. Gaunt. I told you. I'm here on Morfin's business. We sent an owl—"

"Owls are no use to me," said Gaunt contemptuously. "I never read letters."

"Then you can't complain that you didn't know someone was coming," said Ogden sharply.At this moment, a girl came out of the wooden door leading to another room.

Her tattered gray dress was the same color as the dirty stone wall behind her, her flat hair was dull, and her face was pale, plain, and sad.

"My daughter, Merope," Gaunt introduced reluctantly when he saw Ogden looking at the girl questioningly.

"Good morning," Ogden said.

The girl didn't answer, she glanced at her father in panic, then quickly turned her back, her whole body seemed to shrink into the corner of the wall.

"Well, Mr. Gaunt," said Ogden, "let's get straight to the point. We have reason to believe that your son Morfin was bewitched in front of a Muggle late last night. It's a serious breach of wizarding law." -"

There was a deafening bang.Merope knocks over a can and it falls to the floor.

"Pick it up!" Gaunt yelled at her. "What, get down on the ground like a dirty Muggle? What's your wand for, you scumbag?"

"Mr. Gaunt, please don't!" Ogden said in a startled tone, when Merope had picked up the jar, but suddenly, her face was red and white.As soon as she let go of her hand, the jar fell to the ground again.Tremblingly, she took out her wand from her pocket, pointed at the pot, and whispered a spell in a panic, the pot flew out from under her feet and hit the opposite wall, splitting in two .

Morfin let out a maniacal giggle.Gaunt screamed, "Fix it, you useless big fool, fix it!"

Merope stumbled to the other side of the room, but before she could raise her wand, Ogden pointed at it with his own wand and said calmly, "It's back to normal!" The jar was repaired immediately.

Gaunt sneered at his daughter and said, "It's a good thing there's this nice fellow from the Ministry here, isn't it? Maybe he'll get you out of my hands, maybe he doesn't hate nasty Squibs..."

Merope, without looking at anyone or thanking Ogden, just picked up the jar and replaced it on the shelf with trembling hands.Then she stood motionless, with her back pressed against the wall between the dirty window and the stove, as if wishing only to sink into the stone wall and disappear altogether.

"Mr. Gaunt," began Mr. Ogden again, "as I said, the reason for my visit is—"

"I got it right the first time!" said Gaunt furiously. "So what? Morfin taught a Muggle a lesson - so what?"

"Morfin broke wizard law," said Ogden gravely.

"Morfin violated the wizarding law," Gaunt imitated Ogden's voice, and deliberately dragged his tone, revealing a hint of arrogance.Morfin giggled again. "He gave a filthy Muggle some color and look, what, it's illegal now?"

"Yes," said Ogden, "I'm afraid so."

He took a small roll of parchment from the inside pocket of his coat and unfolded it.

"What is this, his sentence?" Gaunt raised his voice angrily.

"Summoned him to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation—"

"Summon! Summon? Who do you think you are, to summon my son?"

"I am captain of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad," said Ogden.

"You think we're scumbags?" screamed Gaunt, poking his chest with dirty, yellowed fingers as he approached Ogden. Do you know who you're talking to, you nasty little Mudblood, huh?"

"I remember as if I was talking to Mr. Gaunt." Ogden looked wary, but didn't flinch.

"That's right!" Gaunt yelled.He waved a ring he was wearing in front of Ogden, "See this? See this? Know what it is? Know where it came from? It's been in our family for centuries Well, our family has been around for that long, and has always been pure-blood! Do you know how much someone would pay for it to be taken from me? It has Peverell's arms engraved on it!"

"I don't really know," said Ogden, blinking as the ring dangled an inch in front of his nose, "and it had nothing to do with it, Mr. Gaunt. Your son committed— "

Gaunt gave a roar of rage, and rushed at his daughter, thrusting a hand straight for her throat, and for a moment Harry thought he was going to strangle her.He then tugged at a gold chain around his daughter's neck and drew her in front of Ogden.

"See this?" he growled at Ogden, shaking a heavy gold locket on top of it at him, and Merope coughed and gasped.

"I see, I see!" Ogden said hastily.

"Slytherin's!" cried Gaunt. "Salazar Slytherin's! We're his last living descendants. What do you say about that, eh?"

"Mr. Gaunt, your daughter!" Ogden said in alarm, but Gaunt had already let Merope go.She stumbled away from him and returned to the original corner, panting hard while rubbing her neck.

"Well!" said Gunter triumphantly, as if he had just proved a complicated problem so clearly that there would be no more disputes, "so don't talk to us in that tone, don't treat us like the soles of your shoes The mud on the ground! Our ancestors were pure blood and wizards-I believe you have nothing to show off!"

He spat at Ogden's feet, and Morfin giggled again.Merope curled up by the window with her head down, silent, her straight hair covering her face.

"Mr. Gaunt," said Ogden stubbornly, "I'm afraid neither your ancestors nor mine have anything to do with this matter. I'm here because of Morfin, and that Muggle he provoked late last night. We Got information," he looked down at the roll of parchment, "that Morfin cast a curse on that Muggle, or cast a magic spell, causing him to develop excruciating hives all over his body."

Morfin giggled.

"Shut up, boy!" Gaunt yelled in Parseltongue, and Morfin immediately fell silent.

"Even if he did, so what?" said Gaunt defiantly to Ogden. "I think you must have wiped that Muggle's dirty face clean, and his memory—"

"That's not the point, is it, Mr. Gaunt?" said Ogden. "This was an unprovoked attack on an unsuspecting—"

"Ha, when I saw you just now, I knew you were a Muggle-loving person." Gaunt sneered, and spat on the ground again.

"There's nothing going to come of this conversation," Ogden said sternly. "From your son's manner, it's clear that he has no remorse for what he's done." He glanced again at the parchment. "Morfin will stand trial on the fourteenth of September to answer charges that he used magic in the presence of a Muggle and caused harm and suffering to that Muggle—"

Ogden stopped suddenly.Tintin's bells, horses' hooves, and loud chatter and laughter floated in through the open window.Apparently the narrow path leading to the village was very close to the undergrowth where the house stood.Gaunt froze, listening, his eyes wide.Morfin hissed, and he turned his eyes to where the sound came from, with a greedy expression on his face.Merope looked up.Harry saw that her face was frighteningly white.

"My God, what a sight!" came a girl's clear voice through the open window, and they heard it as clearly as if she were standing in the room beside them, "Tom, your father Can't we tear down that little shabby shed?"

"That's not ours," said a young man's voice. "Everything on the other side of the valley belongs to our house, but that cabin belongs to an old tramp named Gaunt and his boys. , you should have heard what the people in the village were saying about him—”

The girl laughed.Tintin's bells and horseshoes are getting louder and louder.Morfin wanted to jump up from the armchair.

"Sit still!" his father warned him in Parseltongue.

"Tom," said the girl's voice again, closer now, when they were evidently near the house, "I can't be mistaken—did someone nail a snake to that door?"

"Yes, you read that right!" said the man's voice. "It must have been the son. I told you he was out of his mind. Don't look at it, Cecilia, dear."

Tintin's bells and the sound of horseshoes gradually faded away.

"'Honey,'" Morfin whispered in his Parseltongue, looking at his sister, "he calls her 'darling,' and it looks like he won't want you."

Merope's face turned pale.

"What's the matter?" snapped Gaunt, also in Parseltongue, looking from his son to his daughter. "What did you say, Morfin?"

"She likes to watch that Muggle," said Morfin, staring at his sister with a malicious expression on his face, while Merope looked very frightened. "Every time that Muggle passed by, she watched from the garden over the fence." He, didn't he? Last night—"

Merope shook her head imploringly, but Morfin continued mercilessly: "She's hanging out the window, waiting to see the Muggle ride home, isn't she?"

"Hanging out the window, waiting to see a Muggle?" Gaunt asked softly.

All three of the Gaunt family seemed to have forgotten about Ogden's existence.

"Is it true?" asked Gaunt in a sullen voice, taking a step or two closer to the terrified girl, "that my daughter - a pureblood of Salazar Slytherin - is after a Dirty, dirty Muggles?"

Merope shook his head frantically and squeezed his body into the corner of the wall desperately, obviously unable to speak a word.

"But I gave that fellow a lesson, Pa!" said Morfin, grinning, "I gave him a lesson when he went by, and he didn't look so pretty with hives all over his face, did he, Mae?" Loop?"

"You nasty little Squib, you nasty little scum!" growled Gaunt, losing control, with both hands around his daughter's throat.

"No!" Ogden yelled.He raised his wand and yelled, "Let's loose!" Gaunt was struck backwards, leaving his daughter behind.He tripped over a chair and fell on his back.With a roar, Morfin sprang from his chair and charged at Ogden, brandishing the bloody knife and shooting a hail of hexes from his wand.

Ogden fled.Dumbledore motioned for them to follow.The three followed, Merope's screams still echoing in his ears.

Ogden shielded his head with his arms, rushed up the dirt road, turned quickly onto the main road, and bumped into the shiny bay horse.The rider was a very handsome dark-haired young man, and he and the pretty girl beside him on a gray horse laughed heartily at Ogden's appearance.Ogden bounced off the bay horse and was off again, down the trail, covered in dust from head to toe, his frock coat fluttering behind him.

"I think it's almost there, Harry," said Dumbledore.The surrounding pictures began to blur, and then the three returned to Dumbledore's office.

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