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"Oh, no wonder Harry didn't look very good when he said goodbye to me before he left." In the empty Gryffindor lounge due to the holiday, he could easily occupy the two tables that were the most suitable distance from the fireplace without any competition. Armchairs, a few savory pies wrapped in a napkin and a jug of pumpkin juice for lunch will keep you comfortable all afternoon.Hermione finally got through the conversation Harry had overheard as she scrambled to dodge every McLaggen waiting under every mistletoe, and slapped her knees and laughed when she heard McLaggen finally appear in the hallway .

"Well, I'm sorry, but his expression at that time was really funny." Hermione wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and took a second to sort out a serious face, "But why did Dumbledore Want to talk to Malfoy? Because he knows Malfoy made the necklace?"

"I don't know." I carefully folded the letter from my mother and put it in the book. I have read it several times, "But this is a good thing, right? At least it shows that Professor Dumbledore Knows something about these things, though he's never at Hogwarts."

"Yeah," Hermione agreed, rubbing her temples, "I told you and Harry a long time ago, what can I keep from Dumbledore?"

There are very few students staying in school, and the vacation with Hermione is actually not that big of a difference from going to school. She even got up earlier - seize all the time to practice the traceless expansion spell, and now she has put ten The book was tucked into the small beaded pouch that could have held only a key and a few coins.

But she's not satisfied, and it sounds like she wants to convert the little bag into a warehouse for future needs ("In case we can't go back to Hogwarts for a long time for some reason... ten books will not be enough! ”), and we spend more time in the library to achieve this effect.As a result, when we returned to the lounge one day, we bumped into the drunk and crazy fat lady. She forced the two of us to stand still and listen to her voice "enough to burst any goblet" until Professor McGonagall She covered her ears and came to open the door for us. She kept screaming at a high decibel level. Later we found out that she and her friend Violet drank all the wine next to the hallway of the Charms classroom with a picture of several drunken monks. up.For many days afterwards, the fat lady was in a drunken and decadent state, chanting in a hoarse voice that she would never drink again ("Do you believe it? Anyway, I don't believe it"). In order to express her determination, she even changed the password to " Quit drinking".

Hermione also took me to visit Hagrid and bring Christmas presents to him and his giant brother Grop.But he looks very busy, and what he means seems to be that a cute pet he raised since he was a child has entered his twilight years, and he has to accompany it through the last journey of life—but when we leave his hut Hermione just told me that Hagrid's cute pet is a giant spider that can swallow at least three adult wizards in one go. In the second grade, they once thought that spider was locked in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. I shivered in the heavy snow.

Walking through the hallway on the eighth floor before the holidays were over, I remembered the scene where I ran into Draco here.Even though Hermione is optimistic that Draco's actions are under the control of my father and Dumbledore, these days I can't help but wonder why he is here-even Crabbe and Goyle Blindfolded from the Great Hall back to the Slytherin common room, they would also know to grope downstairs to the basement instead of upstairs.The ugly-looking troll on the tapestry was still dancing. I stood there for a few seconds, hesitating, and began to pace slowly.

I need a place to hide my stuff.

I walked up to the vase at the end of the corridor, Draco had known about the Room of Requirement since fourth grade... We spent a lot of time hiding in it studying Occlumency in Dad's notebook, and Harry told me that his current Occlumency has gotten to the point where even my dad can't see what he's really thinking.

I need a place to hide my stuff.

When he was in fifth grade, he knew that the Room of Requirement could respond to people's wishes... Because he was the first to walk into our party room when Umbridge was chasing DA, he should have understood at that time that everything in the room can change... Unless I know what he wants to use this room for, unless he's doing that "plan" in that hiding place...but is that too unlikely?

I need a place to hide my stuff.

A small door appeared in front of me, even though I knew it should be a useless effort, I took a deep breath and unscrewed it.

Nothing has changed, I was coughing and fanning away the dust flying to the tip of my nose while looking at this room about the size of a cathedral, walking along an alley, turning right is the place where Draco The troll specimen was startled, and after a short walk, he could see the broken cabinet with complicated patterns that he had been frowning for a long time at that time.There was a sweet smell of rotting fruit in the air, probably from some broken potion bottle, I walked carefully through the alley to see if there were any obvious signs of being used, but went to open 15 Minutes later, I still found nothing, and I was startled by a wolf-toothed flying saucer that rushed over from the corner. It roared feebly and knocked down a pile of old debris, and the dust was like a cloud. Soaring up and obliterating my vision, it took me a while teary-eyed to clear out the rubbish that blocked my way, put aside the most intrusive bust of an old wizard with a Levitation Charm, an old wig on one side I don't know if it belongs to the statue or not, and a rusty and dark crown, I piled all my brains on the old wizard.

Sure enough, it was just a whim, I shook my head and turned away from the Room of Requirement. Hermione and I had made an appointment to meet me in the library after she went to the Owl Shack to post a letter to her parents.

A few days after the New Year's Eve, as the students returned to school, the castle gradually became lively.Harry looked a little disappointed. He originally thought that after a holiday, Ron and Hermione could at least maintain their politeness to each other if they could not reconcile, but it was obvious that Hermione had made up her mind to have an upright wrestling with Lavender Ron took it as air, and she still laughed viciously behind her back at the necklace that said "My Sweetheart" that Lavender gave Ron.Talus didn't care too much. He now took it as a pleasure to imitate Lavender's coquettish voice when he called Ron with "Ro-Ro" so vividly that it made Ron jump out of his seat every time.He doesn't seem to be so interested in exchanging slobber with Lavender now, and whenever McLaggen approaches Hermione in the lounge, he makes a noise from his nasal cavity that makes Neville always doubt his own Laffe Was it hidden under his armchair.

At the beginning of the new term, the sixth graders with their own hearts got a surprise: a large notice was pinned to the bulletin board in the common room the night before, informing all students who turned 31 by August 17 this year that they could Sign up for a twelve-week apparition course.Everyone scrambled to sign their names under the notice with a quill pen. After that, almost everyone's topic almost revolved around Apparition, yearning to disappear and manifest at will.

But Harry and Neville seemed to have other things to worry about. Not long after returning to school, Dumbledore met with them again in the headmaster's office. I thought Harry would take the opportunity to ask about Draco, but they returned to rest. I had a strange expression when I entered the room, and as usual, I could only vaguely understand that Dumbledore had assigned an assignment to Harry and Neville.

I guess this homework may have something to do with Slughorn, because Harry began to preview his "Advanced Potion Making" for the first time, and asked me to borrow the book to copy some tips and improvement steps .Unfortunately, we have already learned Gobalot's third law. He can't understand why the content of this chapter does not require operational skills, and I can't understand why he can't figure out such a simple additional component analysis after spending a night. .

And Neville, who has always been troubled and had no excuse to shirk the small gathering, asked Hermione and me several times if Slughorn had invited us. The antidote was appreciated by Slughorn (I don't know whether to be happy or not, at least he remembered the common sense lessons from before) and after staying to chat with Slughorn for a while, all the little parties Canceled by Slughorn.Hermione also stopped working on perfecting the beaded pouch. She started running around every shelf in the library to find the information Harry and Neville needed, but it seemed that she couldn't find it, because when she went back to the lounge that day, she saw Lavender was blindfolded. When Ron's eyes made him guess who it was, she almost rolled her eyes into the sky because she couldn't suppress her disdain.

We started the Apparition course in February. During the class, the auditorium temporarily revoked the prohibition of Apparition magic for the registered students to practice. After the initial novelty passed, everyone quickly stared at the wooden circle in front of them. Annoyed by not being able to move a centimeter, the auditorium was filled with students feeling sick and unwell from spinning too fast or too much at the end of each class.But Wicky Tecrosse, who taught us about Apparition, was very calm in the face of the flood of complaints from the students. He kept repeating the three Ds-purpose, determination and calmness, as if we wrote these three words on parchment You can learn the same in an instant after eating it.

March [-]st was the day to go to Hogsmeade, yet a notice had been posted on the bulletin boards in all the common rooms the day before, announcing that the trip had been canceled due to weather.Everyone crowded in front of the bulletin board was very dissatisfied, and Ron was even more resentful.

"Weather? The blizzard didn't cancel it!" He said angrily, "It's my birthday! I've been looking forward to it!"

"It's not that strange, is it?" Talus thought for a while and said, "Katie hasn't returned to school since the last accident."

"And there have been a few disappearance cases recently." Harry's tone was a little bit bad, "They rejected my father's joint special period bill with a high number of votes on the grounds that the crime was probably committed by a werewolf, remember?"

On the morning of March [-], Hermione left the common room early, because Lavender had been nagging about the "sweet surprise" she had prepared for Ron in the dormitory last night.After listening to her whole plan, I also made up my mind not to stay in the lounge today so as not to lose my appetite from morning to night, but I didn't expect that I just checked my schoolbag and was about to leave when Harry and Tallus dragged Ron, who was struggling fiercely, towards Walking here, Talus' nose looked like he had been punched with great force, his handsome face was now covered with blood scabs, and the entire bridge of his nose was swollen.

"What's the situation?" I stared dumbfounded at Ron's face, which seemed to be illuminated by several soft headlights. He should have been cast with a silent curse, otherwise he must be calling for something when he opened his mouth wide.

"Love Potion... Romilda Vane's Love Potion." Harry, who barely squeezed Ron into an armchair, gasped, "He accidentally ate it, I was looking for the Marauder's Map to see Malfoy trail, accidentally dropped that chocolate cauldron—”

"Romeda!" said Ron, standing up suddenly, even breaking the Silence Charm, clutching Harry's hand eagerly, "You know her! Harry! Can you introduce me, please?" I can't live without her..."

"I actually kind of want him to go, because he just beat me like this for laughing at me, saying I laughed at his love..." Talus tried to stop the bleeding, but he got the spell wrong, Blood dripped from his nose onto the carpet like an open faucet, "Hiss, I don't mind it for his birthday, but this blood—"

"You hurry to the school hospital." I couldn't stand it anymore, and commanded, "I don't have enough raw materials here, the two of us will take him to Professor Slughorn."

"Ron." I suppressed a smile and walked in front of Ron who was looking around, "I know Romilda, I'll take you to meet her, okay?"

Ron immediately smiled: "Where is she?"

"She's in Slughorn's office." I signaled Harry to pull Ron towards the portrait hole. Many early risers had cast strange glances at us. As a friend, we shouldn't let him Such a humiliation in front of everyone when delirious.

"Why is she there?" Ron asked persistently.

I blinked, and Harry answered for me, "She's taking potions lessons with Professor Slughorn."

"Then I want to apply to go with her!" Ron cheered eagerly.

"Good idea." I echoed absent-mindedly, but I didn't expect to meet Lavender just out of the portrait hole, and then I remembered that the "sweet first step" she said last night seemed to start from here.

"Luo-Luo!" Her lipsticked lips were pouted, "I'm waiting here to give you a surprise—"

"Go away," said Ron, pushing her away impatiently. "They're going to introduce me to Romilda Vane."

At this time, I should stop and explain, but I'm worried that Ron will start singing "Tonight I love you like hot soup in a pot" in the empty corridor, so I can only bite the bullet and throw it away. Lavender continued to walk forward with a distraught expression.Luckily, Slughorn didn't go to the Great Hall for breakfast, and he seemed rather happy to see me when he opened the door sleepily.

"What's the matter, my dear boy?" He looked curiously at Ron who nearly knocked Harry's glasses off. "I usually get up late on Saturdays."

"Uh, it's like this, my friend Ron took the love potion by mistake, you know that Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes are not allowed in the school, and it will be troublesome to go to the school hospital..." I tried to explain the situation simply , "The student's medicine cabinet does not have a few raw materials that must be used for the antidote, so I would like to ask you...today is his birthday."

"Oh, oh! Then come in!" Slughorn looked at Ron who was fighting Harry with great interest, and let the three of us in sideways, "This antidote is too simple for you Isn't it? I heard your father proudly told me last time that you can make a very good antidote to Veritaserum."

"Huh?" I didn't expect my father to praise me so much to others, and I took a dispensing package that Slughorn handed me in a daze. "It shouldn't be difficult, but I haven't prepared it before."

"Then try it." He smiled and handed me a small crystal bottle. For a moment, I thought this was another potions class that I was forced to demonstrate on stage.

Compared with the antidote for Veritaserum Potion, the antidote for Love Potion is too simple. However, Ron on the side keeps fighting with Harry and howling words that don't make sense, and Slughorn completely seems to be Watching the fun and not planning to step forward to help.The temperature in his office was higher than other rooms in the castle, and a thin layer of sweat was already forming on my forehead when I finally dispensed a bottle of clear liquid. I was so nervous that I wanted to finish it as soon as possible and worried about making mistakes in my busy schedule.

"What's this?" Ron looked puzzled at the crystal bottle I handed him.

"This will keep you calm when you meet Romilda, don't you think you're a little too excited now?" Slughorn checked the texture of the liquid and nodded to me with satisfaction, "Drink it soon Well, this is the experience of someone who has been there.”

"Great," said Ron impatiently, gulping down the antidote.

I watched Ron's expression nervously, and for a moment thought that there was something extra in a step - because he was still looking at us with a smile, but after ten seconds, his smile disappeared very slowly Finally, panic crept into his face, and he fell into the armchair next to him as if being pushed.

"Do you still want to see Romilda Vane?" I tentatively asked Ron, only to be relieved when he shook his head like a rattle.

"Thank you very much, Professor." Harry breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the smiling Slughorn.

"Hahaha, you're welcome, and shouldn't Alice be the most thankful?" Slughorn patted his belly, "Come on, refresh yourself, and drink something!"

I was just thirsty, and I watched helplessly as he went to the table full of drinks to pick and choose: "Butterbeer, wine, um, the last bottle of oak-aged mead... I was going to give it to Dumbledore as a Christmas present." Forget it!"

He shrugged his shoulders and uncorked the mead, filling the room with a sweet, rich aroma that reminded me of the mead on ice with my mother at the Leaky Cauldron.

"He doesn't know anyway, why don't we open it to celebrate Mr. Weasley's birthday. There is nothing better than a good glass of wine to dispel the pain of disillusionment." Slughorn conjured up four goblets and turned to me Blinking his eyes, "Aren't you going to be an adult soon? Time flies so fast. I still remember your mother's appearance in my class. In a blink of an eye, ha!"

He handed me the first glass of wine, and touched the rim of my glass with the bottle: "Try it! This is a rare old wine, and I am usually reluctant to drink it."

When he was pouring Harry's drink, I had already poured a small half of the glass into my mouth because I was thirsty, and swallowed it.

Everything became a sudden blurred shadow in my eyes. I don’t know that my perception of time has become dull, but the time was infinitely stretched at that moment, and I heard the crisp sound of the glass falling to the ground and breaking. , but that voice only existed for a moment and then became blurred and ethereal, as if my consciousness was thrown far back from my body, and the sounds of footsteps, shouting and calling my name all came from an extremely distant place. Or they are actually not far away, but they are separated from me by a thick barrier, which is collapsing at a fast speed and submerging me, and the moment it touches me, it turns into sticky black mud to block me My muzzle is choking me, and I'm sinking into the dark unknown.

I coughed violently, and just as I was about to suffocate, it seemed that someone stuffed something into my mouth. The chaotic lucidity lasted for a few seconds, and I was hugged by a pair of arms.

It should be poisoned. In these few seconds of waking up, I actually came to this conclusion. It is a strong, colorless and odorless poison, or it has a little smell, but it is well covered by the strong fragrance of mead itself. , it wasn't mud that flooded my mouth and nose, it was blood gushing from my mouth and nose.

Dad, I vaguely remember Dad's face, Dad can save me.But there was a blood clot in my throat, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest as I tried to speak.

Consciousness seemed to oscillate back and forth between light and darkness. After a few seconds, I buried my face in the warm embrace that had been holding me tightly, losing all perception of the outside world.