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It seems that what Harry got from Slughorn is indeed very important. After we returned to the Gryffindor lounge that day, he immediately went back and woke Neville up. The two of them put on the invisibility cloak and went to the headmaster that night. The office met with Dumbledore.

Naturally, what exactly is "that thing" and why it is so important, I can't participate in the discussion of these things, I can only guess about that thing from the trance and awe-filled expressions of other people after listening to Harry and Neville's narration It should be of great help to the Order of the Phoenix in dealing with the mysterious man.

Hermione was in a good mood, I think not only because Harry and Neville finally completed the task assigned by Dumbledore, but also because Ron and Lavender broke up-they were worried that Harry was not drinking Felicia that day. Will drag me to find Hagrid, Hermione and Ron hurriedly chased us down the stairs in the Invisibility Cloak, and were bumped into by Lavender.

"He's just a coward." Although Hermione said so, there wasn't so much sarcasm in Hermione's tone, and I felt that she had suppressed her joy as much as possible, "I don't have the courage to break up, so I have to let the girl speak... But how are you and Harry?"

"What's up?" I blinked, and as Harry and I told them what happened that night, we stopped the story at the hut where we left Hagrid.

"Don't be stupid." She waved her magic wand, turning the cloudy brown-yellow liquid in the flask in front of her into crimson, raised her eyes and glanced at the three boys who were in a hurry because of the explosion of the flask, "You were in bed that night I rolled around and didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, if I hadn't been busy helping them check... that thing, I would have wanted to ask you a long time ago."

Professor Frivy walked towards our table while shaking the broken glass stuck in his hat. He nodded approvingly at the flask Hermione had finished practicing, and then looked at me expectantly.Half a second later he wiped the sour vinegar all over his face, and while I was stammering my apology, he picked out the shards of glass from his robe and said sharply to the class, "Okay... today's homework—practice! "

"I shouldn't have asked you in class." After I finished the second half of the story flushed and confused, Hermione took my arm and giggled. I don't think it's surprising how far this one goes...but I'm really happy for you guys."

"What about you and Ron?" I tilted my head. "Since he's broken up with Lavender—"

"That doesn't really have much to do with me... and I already knew that the two of them wouldn't last long." She shrugged and waved away from the subject with a smile on Katie Bell who was talking to Harry, "Katie! You're back! Are you fully recovered?"

"Fully recovered!" Katie looked very good, she was standing among a small group of seventh graders, and came towards us after hearing Hermione's voice, "I have been discharged from the hospital on Monday, at home with Dad Mum stayed for another two days... Lini wrote to me and told me what happened that day, thank you very much—”

We all waved to her to say thank you, and Katie turned to Talus who was walking slowly: "Lini said I slapped your face all swollen..."

"Haha, it's all right." Tallus touched his face, "You're back, we'll beat Ravenclaw to the ground and win the Quidditch Cup together!"

After Katie and her friends rushed to attend Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class, the common room was quiet again.Right now, the fifth and seventh grade students have entered the final review time before the exam. At this time, the only ones who can stay in the tower to chat are the sixth grade students whose schedules are not too full and the end of the semester does not seem to be too urgent.After Harry looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to us, he said in a low voice, "Katie said she didn't remember who gave her the necklace, she just remembered that she went into the Three Broomsticks toilet."

"She's sure she went into the toilet?" Hermione asked, frowning.

"Yes, she's sure," said Harry, waving his wand as several small flasks jumped in front of him. "I was expecting her to remember more..."

"This at least proves that it was a woman who gave Katie the necklace, or appeared to be a woman." I'm a little uncomfortable thinking of Crabbe and Goyle in skirts drinking Polyjuice Potion and turning into little girls, "also It’s nothing to gain at all.”

"But we asked Neville later, he and Luna both saw Crabbe and Goyle on the way back, and the two of them fell into the snowdrift." Tallus added, "Malfoy was in McGonagall office, we saw it too."

"Could it be that Malfoy has other helpers?" Ron asked bitterly, "Pansy Parkinson?"

"I want to take another sip of Felix Felicia and go to the Room of Requirement." Harry looked at me eagerly.

"That's a waste of potions." I bluntly rejected his request, "Breaking through the magic of the Room of Requirement and convincing Slughorn are two different things. If you're lucky enough, you can make people ignore powerful magic. Blessing Elixir It has already become a first-level controlled drug.”

I thought of the "chosen by fate" conversation I overheard that night under the window of Hagrid's cabin, saying to Harry, "I want to keep it for you and Neville...for later."

"Well, first you and Lavender, then both of them." After Harry put his hand on the back of my hand, I heard Talus grinning at Ron and complaining, "Does it have to be in the lounge?" Is there a loving couple called a lounge?"

But for the next two weeks, I didn't have much time alone with Harry.The Gryffindor Quidditch team rejoiced because of Katie's return and flew exceptionally well. Although it is possible to win this year's Quidditch Cup by [-] points ahead of Ravenclaw, the Gryffindors Confidence is growing day by day.

The warm May is slipping away quickly, the last Quidditch match of the season is coming soon, Harry will be surrounded by people as long as he appears in the waiting room, and they ask about the current training situation, offering advice and discussing tactics Gryffindor's ranking depends entirely on the performance of the entire team in the last game. If they lead by less than 200 points, they can only be ranked second; if they are behind by 1 points, they will be ranked behind Hufflepuff. Rank third; if you fall behind by more than one hundred points, you will fall to fourth.I fully understand Harry's inner anxiety at this time-no one wants the team he leads to get the first bottom No.[-] in [-] years.

The prelude to the last Quidditch match of every year is pretty much the same: students from two houses hurl nonsense words at each other in the hallway, rehearsing loudly the chants against them as individual players pass by (these days The corridors of Hogwarts echoed two versions of "Weasley is Our King" for a long time), and they began to hang the logos and decorations of their respective colleges on their schoolbags in advance to boost morale. The news of the identification disturbs the morale of the opponent's army and so on.In response to these situations, some players don't care much, and even enjoy the attention while whistling, while some players rush into the bathroom and start vomiting as soon as get out of class is over.

It was a rare day that Harry temporarily canceled the Quidditch training for the day because of the sudden downpour of rain when the sun was setting.Hermione ran to see Professor Victor without dinner because she insisted on making a ridiculous mistake at the beginning of the last assignment; Sitting by the window of the lounge right now, oiling his Firebolt with a very strong-smelling oil (shouldn't have taken the broom to the lounge); Ron didn't see it at dinner, probably stuck in some The toilet in a bathroom is temporarily unable to come out.

"You're right, no matter what I try, there won't be a door in the wall." Harry peeked out of the corner of his eye at the Defense Against the Dark Arts paper I had in hand while he was still looking at the Marauder's Map on his lap .

"I told you a long time ago." I muttered, and put the parchment full of papers back into my schoolbag, "Don't give my dad a reason to put you in confinement, write it yourself."

"He'll give me the lowest grades for anything I write." Harry curled his lips and looked at the dementor paper my dad had ordered him to rewrite.

"That's because he clearly said in class that the Patronus spell is too demanding and not the most widely used way to fight dementors. Obviously you didn't listen to a word." I sighed and remembered me He handed him the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook with notes, "I know you don't like my dad, and of course he doesn't like you even more, but everything he teaches in class is useful."

"I know." He softened his tone, "I never thought of asking you to choose between me and your dad."

"Hey, buddy." Talus raised his head and called Harry, "It's raining outside, and it's not completely dark yet, do you want everyone to go to the stadium and fly a few laps?"

"Go ahead, I'll circle the parts you need to change." I waved at Harry to signal that he shouldn't pay attention to me. It happened that I also felt that the lounge was a bit noisy. Going to the library to finish the rest of the homework was a good choice. And Hermione finally finished the book on the Untraceable Stretching Charm, and I just happened to return it by the way.

Probably because he was worried about the poor visibility after dark, Harry left in a hurry and left without packing anything. It was only when I got to the library that I found that he had clipped the Marauder's Map directly into my Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook.That's fine, Ginny has already told me twice that he was hit by the Bludger several times during training because he was so focused on staring at this map before training.A dull sound of ping-pong-pong can be heard outside the library. When I came here just now, the other road to the library was full of people. It seemed that Peeves had a whim and planned to hang a whole row of rusty armor upside down. Get up and hold some ceremony, Filch can be heard yelling from so far away.

I tapped the Marauder's Map full of ink dots with my wand, ready to turn it back into an ordinary piece of parchment with slightly curled edges to prevent others from discovering it. I glanced at the densely packed map and found De Laco is in a boys bathroom with Moaning Myrtle.

Of course it's not surprising that he went to the bathroom, and it's not strictly weird that Moaning Myrtle is in the boys' bathroom - several prefects have complained about the fact that Myrtle has been around since the Slytherin basilisk was killed. Instead of always staying in the abandoned girls' bathroom, she would sneak into the prefect's bathroom to peek at the handsome boys.I shook my head and clipped the map into my notebook.

Every table in the library is full of fifth and seventh grade students. The OWL exam was obviously just a year ago. Now sitting next to them and watching them memorize the book with sad faces, I feel that those days are already abnormal. Far away, memory is such a tricky thing.

The bookshelf far away from the table looked very deserted. I put the "Space-type Magic Advancement: Traceless Stretching Curse" back on the bookshelf, and several thick books hummed dissatisfied because they were touched.I stood there and glanced at the entire bookshelf habitually, but there was still no trace of other books being returned.

As I started to pack my bags and head back to Gryffindor Tower, I took another look at the map.Harry and the others should have finished their Quidditch training, a group of people were huddled in the locker room and they were probably having a meeting, Hermione was already sitting in front of the fireplace in the lounge, and Draco was still in that bathroom, looking very similar to him. One spot hadn't moved a few hours ago, and that little black dot next to him was indeed Myrtle.

Even at that time, the first thought that popped into my mind was whether he was sick, passed out and no one cared, and no one knew-because his face in class these weeks Like a ghost (Ron's original words), and according to the information Harry got after tracking Crabbe and Goyle wearing an invisibility cloak, the two of them were already very dissatisfied with being arranged for this kind of sentry activity. Had a few whiffs with Draco already.

It was quiet outside the bathroom. I looked at the Marauder's Map with my wand, turned it into parchment and put it in my schoolbag. After taking a deep breath, I decided to ignore the boy's sign at the door, and gently pushed the door open with my hand.

But Draco didn't lie unconscious on the dirty ground as I thought, he stood there with his back to the door with his head bowed, his hands resting on the edge of the sink.

"You can try to tell me." The girl's gentle voice came from a compartment, "It's okay...and I'm dead."

Speaking of this, the female voice seemed a bit bitter, but she continued: "Maybe I can help, don't look at me as a ghost... You are different from other people. Some people said they wanted to see me but turned around I just forgot, I also heard that he had a very beautiful girlfriend recently."

"I have no one to talk to, and no one to help me," Draco's voice was trembling, his body was trembling, "If I can't make it... he wants me dead, if I... it doesn't make any difference , I'm not a fool, they all want me to die...I can't help it..."

"How about talking about something that makes you happy?" Weeping Myrtle said, "You said last time, the girl you grew up with, she sure doesn't want you to die...I don't want you to die either, Though I'd welcome you to share a toilet with me when you're dead."

"If she knew it was me..." He raised his head sobbing, then turned around sharply.

Probably because he cried too much, he didn't find me standing not far behind through the broken mirror in front of him until he looked up. I should have disarmed him when he didn't find me just now, and As he raised his wand almost at the same time, I thought regretfully, I didn't expect things to turn out like this.

"Before we start fighting," I glanced at the tiny bathroom, looking for a better corner that wasn't prone to being hurt by bounced spells or making loud noises from shattering objects (and there wasn't any) Such a good position), "Let me tell you something, Myrtle is right, I never thought of letting you die, I never thought of letting you die, and I never thought I would never, even if you put the poison in that bottle of wine."

Myrtle, who heard me, put her pearly white head out. Before she screamed, I quickly silenced her and closed her ears. Although this bathroom is remote, it doesn't mean it won't Someone passed by.It would have been a good opportunity to sneak up on me just now, and I was ready to drop my wand after telling Myrtle to shut up, but until I turned around to face Draco again, he stood there dumbfounded. There was no movement, and the right hand holding the wand even drooped a little.

"I thought you'd at least be as defensive as before, saying something like I had no proof," I said softly.

He twitched the corner of his mouth weakly, and leaned against the dirty pool: "You won't believe it anyway, will you?"

"I knew who you were from the beginning, Draco Malfoy." At that moment I realized that I didn't seem to have the intensity of the beginning, wanting to catch up and figure out what he was doing I can only feel a kind of powerlessness under his pessimistic and disheveled eyes. "From a very early age, I knew that you were vain, arrogant, mean, and timid, but thought that the blood flowing in your body was nobler than most people... I also knew that you were jealous... not only jealous of other people's abilities, but also jealous The glory that others exchanged with blood and tears... However, at that time I selectively ignored them, because at that time I liked you, no matter whether this liking was because you were the only friend in my world who could talk well or because we grew up together I was worried about losing your company. Then... So many things happened, almost everything changed. I believe you will insult my family and friends with the dirtiest words, and also believe that you will fall because of your desire for power Umbridge is her accomplice, and I believe that you don't care about everything that Dumbledore led us to do..."

He let out a vague laugh from his throat.

"But I don't believe you're willing to kill." The tip of my wand was pointed steadily at him.

"Alice Snape." His right eye was still tearing, but his face showed the most common contemptuous smile, and his chin lifted slightly, "You don't know anything about me."

"You're right, until now I don't know anything about what you want to do...I don't know anything about you now." I nodded, "I only know about the person who grew up with me I know that he's never been good, but he's not that bad either...that's why he tortured himself into what he is now."

I looked at him as if he had lost all his strength and slowly slid against the sink to the dirty ground, clutching at his hair in pain, the wand was dangling from the fingertips of his right hand.

"Don't think I'm afraid!" Just as I was trying to get closer to him, he suddenly grabbed his wand and pointed it at the tip of my nose, and said with red eyes, "I tell you, I don't care at all now...I don't care about anything... "

He seemed to be counting on me to step back because of his action just now, and when he found that I hadn't moved, his eyes widened slightly, and big tears rolled out of his eyes, and fell down his pale cheeks onto the collar of his shirt.

"I can't care." He had a lump in his throat, "If I can't do it...they want me dead, they all want me dead...and my parents...I can't...just me ..."

"You can go to Dumbledore." I knelt down and said to him, "You tell him what happened, he will forgive you, and Professor Dumbledore will definitely help you—"

As if he heard something particularly funny, he shook his head and laughed loudly. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at me with teary eyes, his voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like his voice at all: "Dumbledore ?”

"He wants to talk to you, doesn't he?" I thought I noticed his looseness, and said to him with a hint of eagerness, "Think about it, the mysterious man has been resurrected for so long and dare not go out in public, let alone approach him." Hogwarts, it is because he is afraid of Dumbledore! You tell Professor Dumbledore what you know, what he asked you to do, maybe Dumbledore still has a way to save you and your family, now If you don't turn around—"

The word "late" stuck in my throat, he stretched out a trembling hand to touch my face, I subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but no matter what happened before, he is now on the verge of collapse, I Thinking almost grimly at that time, if I can give him a little inducement...if I can give him a push...or give him a Legilimency spell at this time, maybe he can figure out what he is doing...

"It's too late." His cold fingertips slid across my cheek and stopped at the corner of my eyes. I don't know whether to tell me or just whisper. "Already... I don't have anything, whether it's—"

"You still have family members." I looked into his slack-eyed eyes, "Think about who is bringing danger, turmoil, war and uneasiness... Who made your family come to this point, really? Is it Harry Potter and his father? Is it really Albus Dumbledore?"

"Of course you speak for him now, Harry Potter..." He shook his head violently, as if to chase away a nasty fly, "I know you two—"

"I used to speak for you all the time," my wand had slowly moved over his forehead, and though I'd never attempted a silent Legilimency spell, I asked slowly, "What brought us here At this level?"

"You sent me to Dumbledore," he whispered suddenly, as I stared intently into his eyes and began to mutter a spell silently.

"I hope you don't do things that you regret for the rest of your life." I looked into his eyes, "I hope you don't hurt...innocent people again, you are not that kind of person."

He didn't seem to listen to me at all, he put his arms around me, put his chin on my shoulder, and he was shaking all the time: "If I do this, you can guarantee that everything will go back to the past Is it? There is the past of father and mother... There is your past..."

"I can't." I looked at the dimly lit wall lamp, Myrtle finally stopped knocking on the door of the cubicle, "Everything is changing too fast."

He made a funny nasal laugh.

"Then lie to me for a while, Liz...if that's your wish...it doesn't make any difference anyway."