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I was going to sneak into the Slytherin common room during the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Quidditch match and get my notebook back from Draco.It's a very bad idea, and I've foreseen the loopholes in it since I started planning it, but Neville has that horrible look on his face every time he comes back from my dad's office, as if he was wrapped in a ghost's body for two hours Forced me to take a little action now - the Slytherin-Hufflepuff Quidditch match would have to wait a while longer.Suggesting to Dad that being nice to Neville is as ridiculous as barging into the Slytherin boys' dormitory, I need a bit of luck, and expecting Slytherin boys to be as crazy about Quidditch as Gryffindor — —Judging from the tense atmosphere between Gryffindor and Slytherin in each Academy Cup, I think the risk is not that great. They should pay as much attention to this game as Gryffindor. After all, it is to observe opponents in advance good opportunity.

I felt like Hermione was planning something besides me, but neither of us mentioned to each other what we were going to do.This weekend is the first time I can go to Hogsmeade after the Christmas holiday. Hermione's excitement and anxiety are obviously different from those girls who have Valentine's Day dates. The dormitory is filled with all kinds of strange magic The smell of fragrance and glamor witch cosmetics, and the occasional high-pitched sob and accusation (“How can you say goodbye to a girl before Valentine’s Day! It’s too much!”).

I used the time when I didn't go to Hogsmeade to hurriedly clean up the homework that had accumulated in my schoolbag for a week, so as to ensure that I had enough time to search for Crabbe or Goyle in every corner of Hogwarts on Sunday.It looks like Gryffindor Quidditch practice has been a mess, and Ron, soaking wet, sat in an armchair on Saturday evening, nibbling on the white bread I packed from the Great Hall and racing against the clock to write my last History of Magic homework. , Tallus, and Ginny crawled in through the portrait hole, muddy water flowing down the opening of their robes to the floor, their expressions were even more gloomy than the weather outside.

"Are you okay?" I looked at Ginny's messy hair sticking to her neck and still dripping water into her neckline, "Go take a bath to warm up."

"Not at all," Ginny replied despondently, "it was terrible, and Angelina was about to cry when it was over. No Fred and George, and no Harry - it was like a nightmare .”

"You're still pretty good." Talus praised Ginny pertinently. "Of course not as flexible as Harry, but you've only just formally contacted—"

"I've been stealing my brother's broom for fun since I was six." Ginny shrugged and twisted her hair casually. "See you later."

"It seems that we have solved an unsolved mystery: why George and I always get weird scars on our brooms during the holidays." The Weasley twins obviously heard our conversation just now, came over and said carelessly Said, "She flies really well, we're honestly amazed."

Ron looked depressed and went back to the boys' dormitory without saying a word.As soon as he left Hermione, he returned to the common room with Harry and Neville, who looked tired and excited, as if he had just completed something important.After the people in the lounge gradually decreased, Hermione told me in a low voice that she arranged for Neville and Harry to be interviewed by Rita Skeeter during the day.

"Rita Skeeter?" I held back for a long time before I could snort. "Uh, does she... write something close to the truth? You know what she wrote before, uh..."

"She has been unemployed for a long time." Hermione replied calmly, "And I didn't give her other options. She must write according to the truth."

"But where?" I looked at Hermione, then at Harry, "I don't think the Daily Prophet would allow such an article."

"Hermione asked Luna for help." Harry shrugged. "Her father is the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler."

"Mr. Lovegood wrote to say that he would like to publish this article." Hermione said happily. "This matter is much smoother than I expected."

"I hope things work out for me, too," I mutter casually, not wanting to point out that most of the stuff in The Quibbler is a joke.

"What?" Hermione and Harry didn't hear clearly, I quickly waved my hand to indicate that I was just worrying about my homework.

Unobtrusively finding a lone Goyle or Crabbe was harder than I'd imagined, and I've had no success for a week, they're like two giant balloons strapped to Draco's wrists, I swear if I'd borrowed Harry's Invisibility Cloak right away, I'd have followed them to the bathroom - I don't believe they'd still be using a stall then.

It was not until the evening before the Quidditch match that I found Goyle sleeping unconscious against a bookshelf in a corner of the library. He seemed to be having a beautiful dream, because the saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth It dripped onto the "Intermediate Transfiguration" spread on his chest.I admit that this was a big surprise to me, after all, I have visited almost every floor of Hogwarts, but I didn't expect Crabbe and Goyle to try to learn.He looks like he slept soundly, which saves me a small cake with a little sleeping pill in my pocket. I think Goyle's IQ should not be able to distinguish between dreams and memory flashbacks caused by Legilimency.

On the other side of the bookshelf, I casually pulled out a copy of "Summary of the Application of Transfiguration in Stage Effects". I aimed my wand at Goyle's huge head from the gap in the book, and whispered after confirming that Mrs. Pince was not around. Said: "Legilimentation!"

The memory of people is different from person to person. I feel like I have stepped into a slimy quagmire. I feel suffocated by the discomfort of slowly sinking in the mud, but I still desperately maintain my memory. Awake, try to focus and search for the desired memory in the chaos.

It's not difficult, I encouraged myself with difficulty, he would go back to the dormitory every night, I just need to find the memory of his going back to the dormitory yesterday-yes, it was pouring rain outside the window, the torches in the corridor were flickering, I saw De The back of Raco's head - Goyle and Crabbe's heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway, and I realized the place wasn't far from the auditorium, and it looked like they'd just had dinner.

"Eat less." I heard Draco's impatient voice, "Can eating one more piece of cake make Mag not lock you up?"

Goyle could only let out a throaty laugh from his mouth full, and Crabbe said slowly, "You can lend us your homework."

"Then you are not even willing to change the punctuation marks, and even copied the places where I made mistakes and corrected them. This is really the perfect excuse for McGonagall to put me in confinement." Draco sneered, "I bet McGonagall Was wondering how to get Slytherin to also ban two batsmen and a seeker."

Go down the steps on the right, turn left, a portrait of a man with a crooked nose, I followed them silently to remember the route to the Slytherin lounge, the aisles here are like a maze, even if I don’t feel it in memory It was cold indeed, but the dripping damp walls and dimming lights also showed that it was getting farther and farther away from the school ground.Passing through a long corridor, the third torch, the fifth torch, the seventh to the right, they finally stopped by an empty, wet stone wall.

"Are you sure you only saw Potter, Longbottom, Granger, and that crazy woman in the three broomsticks on Valentine's Day?" Draco didn't say the password right away, I felt extremely anxious, but he turned around He asked slowly, "It's true that you didn't see... her, right?"

"Who?" Goyle asked stupidly, "Pansy?"

Draco made an impatient noise, and neither Crabbe nor Goyle said anything. He said to himself, "She's so conspicuous, even if you were here, you wouldn't miss it—ha!"

"What's the new password?" He seemed in a good mood, and asked Goyle casually with his hands in his pockets.

I stared anxiously at Goyle's dull parted lips, wishing I could kick him to speak faster.

"I think," Goyle slowly stretched out his arm to scratch his head like a gorilla, "it's—"

"Miss Snape?"

I was startled, and the damp stone walls around me instantly turned into bizarre colors and faded away like the tide. Gore had already spit out the syllables from his lips, but the voice turned into a sharp whistling in the constantly distorted scene , maybe a second, maybe ten seconds, or even longer, before I slowly realized that my hands were weakly holding on to the bookshelf, as if my head had just emerged from a sticky swamp .

Astoria Greengrass was watching me uneasily, and I found myself looking at her angrily, as if she had been taken aback by my expression.

"Uh, I saw you... squatting here," she looked around, I'm glad she didn't notice Goyle on the other side of the bookshelf, "I thought you were uncomfortable."

"It's been too long to review." I muttered casually, hoping she would leave quickly. Tonight is my last chance to get the Slytherin password. I already know where the lounge is. It's only a little bit short, and I just need to take another shot. God's thoughts——

"—I've been looking for you for a long time, hello!" came the voice I least wanted to hear from the other side of the bookshelf. Draco's drawn-out tone clearly reached my ears through a bookshelf. He seemed to be kicking I touched Gore, and I heard a hum like a beast waking up, which was undoubtedly the sound of my plan being broken.

Astoria, who was immediately dragged away by me, obviously didn't understand what was going on, because she was worried that Draco would find out that I was walking too fast, and she soon began to gasp because of her shortness of breath.The library was packed to the brim with fifth and seventh graders, and I didn't stop until I was out of the library, and she immediately asked, "What's going on?"

She hadn't worn the blue barrette, which I first noticed, and today she wore her hair in a bun, showing her pale neck.I had two choices, take a bigger risk or wait for the next opportunity - Neville's lifeless eyes after his lesson came to mind again, I took a deep breath, lowered my voice to Astor Leah said, "Listen, I want you to do me a favor... of course you can say no. I'm doing something wrong, but I swear there's a reason for it - I have to go into the Slytherin lounge to get Return something that belongs to me, something very important, I need your password."

"Did Draco take your stuff?" She tilted her head.

"Yes, he won't give it back to me." I said irritably, "I know it's embarrassing—"

"Do you want to go in while the boys are going to watch the Quidditch match tomorrow?" Her reaction ability was beyond my expectation. I thought I needed to spend a little time talking, but I didn't expect that she had already guessed what I wanted to do, "But Even if you have a password, you'll be visible, we all know you."

"I have other preparations." I simply avoided the question, there was no need to tell her about the invisibility cloak, "Then can you help me?"

"We can't disclose the password to others." Astoria pondered for a while, then shook his head, "Sorry, Miss Snape."

I have to say I was a bit disappointed, but I also understood that Astoria was not obliged to break the school rules for me, and Slytherin helped Gryffindor break into his house's common room... sounds like a wild story.

"My request is too much." I waved my hand, trying not to let the disappointment in my tone be too obvious, "Then can I ask you not to tell this matter?"

"Well, of course." She nodded and smiled at me, "This is a private matter between Draco and you."

"Why don't you wear that hair clip?" I wanted to change the subject, so I asked casually, "That hair clip is pretty."

"Oh," she stretched out her hand to caress Kongkong's hair, and lowered her eyelashes, "I think I may... think too much, so I don't wear it."

"Thinking too much?" I didn't understand what she was saying.

"Um, Miss Granger," she asked abruptly, "is she... with Black?"

"What?" Now it was my turn to stare at her in bewilderment, "Huh?"

"No, no?" Astoria's face slowly turned red, and she stammered, "In the quill shop...he kept saying Miss Granger's name, before... Miss Granger even kissed him during the peech competition, they often stay together, I thought..."

"Talus sees Hermione as another mother," I said from the bottom of my heart. "I don't think Talus would want to be with Hermione even if the world were to end and it was just the two of them."

"Really!" Astoria seemed more enthusiastic than before, "He still doesn't like a girl? I mean, although he came up to you and let you kiss him, it was just between friends Encouragement, huh?"

"Of course!" I couldn't believe she thought Tallus and Hermione were a couple, and Ron would be mad if he heard that.

Then our conversation became much more relaxed. Astoria seemed a little anxious about the intensity of study in the fifth grade, because her body might not be able to bear such high-intensity homework and review. I comforted her a few words.She stopped me suddenly before we said goodbye, and pointed to the Slytherin crest on the chest of her robes, where a small, coiled silver snake gleamed.

"Just wanted you to see what's on the badge out of the blue." She smiled at me, turned and walked into the entrance to the dungeon, and I stood there for a moment, convinced she'd just told me about the Slytherin lounge password.

I almost ran all the way back to the common room. The Gryffindor common room was gloomy, and everyone had no hope for the next day's Quidditch match.Harry, who was suspended from the game, was obviously affected by this emotion and was in a bad mood. I sat next to him and hesitated for a while before mentioning that I wanted to borrow his invisibility cloak tomorrow, and specifically emphasized that it was for daytime use, so he didn’t have to worry about it. I can't find my way alone.

"I want to go to Dad's office to get something - I'm short of two medicines." I looked into his eyes and lied, "Now that Umbridge is staring at the students and teachers, I think it's okay to be careful .”

He looked into my eyes seriously for a while. At that time, I felt that I might also have a bit of talent in lying, because I didn't look away because of guilty conscience, and I didn't add unnecessary details with embellishments. My tone was so casual that I I almost believe that tomorrow I will just go to Dad's private medicine cabinet to get something that is not in the student medicine cabinet.

"Take it and use it." He went back to the dormitory to retrieve a light package, and he couldn't hear the other tone, "But—is it just because of this?"

I actually hesitated for a moment whether to tell him or not, but he would definitely object—so I pursed my lips and nodded.

"I see, be careful." He sighed, got up and left the lounge.

The next day went incredibly smoothly. After breakfast, I slipped into the marble stairs wearing an invisibility cloak. Slytherin students in twos and threes were coming out of the entrance of the dungeon. I tried my best to cover up the sound of my footsteps, and walked along the wall. Going down, the route I saw from Gore’s memory was written down on parchment, and I recited it several times before going to bed. Now I turn and pass the portrait of the man with the crooked nose. The only thing I need to pay attention to is to avoid the wall. The puddles formed by the rolling water droplets, the sudden ripples may reveal that there is an invisible person here.

"Hurry up, I don't want to miss the Gryffindor show," Draco said gloatingly, walking up to me, "Getting fucked up by Hufflepuffs - I can't wait to see what the crowd does." Expression, hurry up!"

I dodged around the corner and waited for him and the other Slytherins behind him to pass by. Parkinson echoed him and let out a shrill laugh. In the dim corridor, it was like several female ghosts were laughing at the same time.When he passed by me, he stopped suddenly, and I was so scared that I leaned back against the wall.

"What's the matter?" Parkinson was still laughing, "Who urged everyone to leave just now?"

"I thought I forgot my badge." He took out a green badge from his pocket, with "Weasley is our king" flashing on it, "You still remember how to sing?"

The group laughed until they had completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, where the sporadic "Weasley is our King" chants echoed.

I was sure they had gone far before continuing, and stopped in front of the empty, wet stone wall.

"Silver Snake." I said as calmly as possible, and a stone door hidden in the stone wall opened slowly. It turned out that they didn't need to climb the hole of the portrait.

There were only a few students scattered in the Slytherin lounge, I looked around, it looked like a long and narrow basement, and the lights on the ceiling also gave off a faint light. Green, carved chairs and fireplaces are more refined than Gryffindor, but I don’t think they are more comfortable than those squishy and noisy armchairs in the Gryffindor lounge, which is obviously colder here.A few senior boys came down from a side door, and they seemed to be going to watch the Quidditch match. I stood there and waited for a while, then took a deep breath, walked up the stairs and slowly pushed open the door of the boys' dormitory.

Empty, so nice, I internally high-five myself.Draco's bed was not difficult to recognize, it was a patterned curtain from his bedroom in Malfoy Manor, obviously different from the surrounding dark green, with intricate patterns densely embroidered with silver thread.I walked over on tiptoe, and a low cabinet with all kinds of exquisite snacks on the top appeared in my sight.The whole project has gone surprisingly smoothly so far, but this is no time for complacency.

It is difficult to judge the passage of time in this situation. Any sound in the room will make me stop immediately and wrap myself tightly in an invisibility cloak. I don’t know how long it took before I finished searching for Della Half of Coe's low cabinet—Merlin didn't know why he had so many messy things. Fortunately, I cast a Silencing Charm on each cabinet before opening it, otherwise there was a thing that kept shaking like a looking glass. The thing will probably scream.He does have a whole drawer of quills, hardcover hand-dried parchments that haven’t been unwrapped, neatly stacked new books that look like they haven’t been opened… I started to get annoyed because I didn’t find anything, and I roughly pulled I opened the drawer on the bottom floor, and my calf felt numb from squatting for too long, so I simply sat on the floor and lifted the hood of the invisibility cloak to let in some air. I was so bored that I was sweating.

The drawer looked like it hadn't been opened for a while, and the fine dust flew up instantly with my movements, floating in the air at an extremely slow speed.This cabinet is also much deeper than the upper drawers. The top one is a small photo frame. The blond man and woman are holding a small blond baby and looking at me. The slender fingers are arranging the soft hair scattered on the forehead of the baby in his arms. The baby stares at me outside the photo frame with innocent and blank eyes. He stretches out a small hand, as if trying to grab my long hair scattered on the glass Same.

I carefully put it aside. Below it was a large black velvet box, and the broken constellation ball was stuffed into the gap beside it. I just wanted to remove the box to see if there were any notes underneath. speaking voice.

"Why don't you open it and see what's inside?"

I immediately reached into the pocket of my robes, and Draco pointed his wand lazily at me: "Expelliarmus."

The wand I just touched immediately flew to the side, he bent down, picked it up and put it in his pocket, sat on his bed, looked down at me, and continued to say in a mocking tone, "Open it and have a look." , was originally intended to give you something—of course, it was more than a year ago."