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After I gradually calmed down, I thought about some things that I hadn't had time to think about before, such as why Professor McGonagall also talked to Mr. Longbottom at the same time. Could it be that Mr. Longbottom had something to do with my mother's disappearance?But it's ridiculous to think so. It's more likely that this matter has something to do with the mysterious man-is Professor McGonagall talking to Mr. Longbottom about it?And what is there in Albania? I only vaguely remember that there is a record that the mysterious person has been there. Is there any other information besides this?

The library has limited records about the forests of Albania, mostly describing the amazing animals and plants that grow there.I set my eyes on the deep Restricted Section for the first time, but Madam Pince guarded it like a goblin guarding the treasure of Gringotts, and I lingered there for only a few minutes before she drove me away.

I had no choice but to raise my head every once in a while to look at the entrance of the male dormitory opposite, and I didn't read even a page of Transfiguration in my hand.Miss Granger wasn't in the lounge, and she seemed ready to spend all her spare time (but did she really have spare time?) looking up Buckbeak in the library in response to the Ministry's prosecution.

Tomorrow is the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. All the Gryffindors are very excited, and there is a lot of people in the lounge. However, the Quidditch players who are the protagonists are still being beaten by Wood Bets on training on the field.

Even the girls who usually only read the Witch Weekly turned into Quidditch masters, able to seriously discuss the merits and demerits of the excessive speed of the Firebolt for the overall cooperation of the team.I focused on looking for Neville Longbottom amidst the noise, but my neck ached and I didn't see him come out of the boys' dormitory, nor did I see him enter the lounge from outside.

It's almost time for the curfew, and I'm a little irritable.The topic of the girls next to me has shifted to tomorrow's Ravenclaw Seeker Qiu Zhang. I listened to them whispering every sentence, and suddenly a heated discussion broke out, and then followed a person "Shhh ——" With a sound, they turned into speaking in breathless voices again.

However, I have already listened to three different versions of the story of Qiu Zhang being chased by different boys, and I don't understand the point of their lowering the volume.

"Is she beautiful?" I heard a disapproving voice from the corner, "I don't think so, maybe she's just different from the traditional British beauties, just look fresh."

"Then you are a traditional British beauty, why haven't boys chasing you? Hahahahahaha, don't hit me, don't hit me, you said it yourself——"

There was a burst of applause in the lounge, and as expected, the mud-covered Quidditch players crawled in through the hole in the lounge, and Neville actually followed them, with a shy face on his face.

It turned out that Longbottom had forgotten the password to the lounge again, and was rescued by the returning Quidditch team after wandering outside for a long time.It is obviously the most efficient way to rush up and take Mr. Longbottom from the crowd to a corner to ask him, but I will definitely be saluted by everyone in the lounge.

"Mr. Longbottom." After repeated "Come on!" "We must win!" "Gryffindor!", the people in the lounge finally dispersed in twos and threes. When he raised his voice, he stopped.

He turned and saw me with the same puzzled look he had seen me coming out of Professor McGonagall's office.

"Professor McGonagall... what did you say to you this afternoon, can you tell me?" I tried to speak to him in the most friendly tone I could think of, and hoped that he would not see me at this moment Thinking of my dad.

"Uh...it's nothing." His ears were red. "Professor McGonagall just emphasized to me that it is not allowed to write the password on paper...and then I forgot the password at night."

"Is this the only thing?" I couldn't hide my disappointment, "Is there nothing else?"

"No." Mr. Longbottom's face was [-]% sincere and confused, "Maybe there is something else you want to know, Miss Snape, I'll think about it harder."

I squeezed a smile at him: "No, thank you."

"How are you, Miss Snape?" he asked me with concern, "You look sour-faced this afternoon, well, Professor Snape (who flinched at the mention of my dad) also left the school suddenly— —”

"Nothing," I shook my head at him, "I'm just suddenly curious."

Miss Granger crawled into the common room at the sound of the curfew, and the muffled sound of her bag being placed on the soft chair made one wonder whether it was half filled with the library.

"I think we have a chance of winning!" She looked tired and excited. "I found a case today. Although it is not exactly the same, I think it can be used with certain skills."

Although almost all Gryffindors expressed their indignation at Buckbeak's prosecution a few days ago, at this moment everyone's attention is on the next day's game, and even Ron Weasley simply I should have a few words with her.

Miss Granger took a deep breath, picked up her heavy schoolbag and turned back to the girls' dormitory.On the other side, Wood was about to convene the Quidditch team to say something again. The Weasley twins yawned to express their protest. They didn't know what witty words they said that made many people laugh, but Wood's face was very dark. Obviously this Jokes don't take kindly to him.

"I repeat, this is our - my last chance -"

"We will win." Porter waved at Wood, "We will definitely win."

"Harry just stays on the broom, Ravenclaw's Seeker is that Cho Chang." Black yawned.

"How many times have I said, lads, it's a big taboo to underestimate the enemy, Qiu Zhang is a very good Seeker—"

"But Harry is the best Seeker in all of Hogwarts." The Weasley twins (I can't tell who is who, they always sing and talk), "Don't worry Wood, Harry will make her cry home."

"Alice, are you going to watch Quidditch tomorrow?" I heard Potter ask me after I stuffed a page of Transfiguration textbook back into my bag.

I looked up at him, when did he start calling my name so naturally?

I suddenly thought of the magical clothes he put on me that night, which could prevent my father from seeing me.If I wear that dress, can I fool Mrs. Pince's eyes and go to the restricted area to look up the information I want on Albania?

"No." After listening to my request, Potter refused me straight away, "It's too dangerous, and you don't have a Marauder's Map—"

"What's the Marauder's Map?" I asked, looking into his dark brown eyes, which widened slightly with chagrin.

"I'll only borrow it for one night." I never thought I'd beg Harry Potter one day, "I'll return it to you exactly as it is, I promise—I'll remember to owe you a favor!"

"You want to check something in the restricted area, I can help you, but..."

I know that even if I go to the restricted area and find some little-known things in Albania, it will not help to find my mother. I also know that even if my father doesn't know about Professor Dumbledore, he must know everything in the restricted area, but I still want to do it. Something—Although I promised Professor McGonagall that I will stay in Hogwarts and wait for the news, but just checking the information in the restricted area will not cause trouble to adults, right?

You just want to make yourself feel better, a small voice in my heart said, admit it, you just want to comfort yourself like this, you are also trying to work hard for your mother, even though you know it is useless.

"Don't, don't cry." Potter was flustered, and he said in a low voice: "Well, I will go with you, okay? You have never wandered around the school late at night alone, er, I don't mean that I often go late at night Wandering around the school..."

That's too much to cover up, Potter.And now there is only a couple of senior couples in the corner who are making love to each other in the lounge. They must not have time to listen to what we are talking about.

"The night after tomorrow's game—"

"No," I immediately denied the time, "The celebration will be very late at night, and many people will be surprised if you, a star player, are not here."

He smiled at me: "Do you believe we'll win too?"

"They all said that as long as you stay on the broom, you can't lose." I honestly repeated what the girls said, "Don't be scared by the dementors and drop your broom again, this time Professor Dumbledore is not here."

"Probably not." He scratched his hair again unnaturally. I may have poked his sore spot, because his ears were even redder than Mr. Longbottom's just now, as if scalded by hot potion The same thing, "Professor Lupine taught me a spell against dementors, although I haven't practiced it very well."

He saw that the last couple in the lounge besides us also went back to their respective dormitories after a long kiss, and took out his wand from his pocket.I watched him curiously and took a deep breath, as if he was trying to remember something, and after a while, he whispered: "Call God to protect you!"

A faint silver glint glowed from the tip of his wand, and I tilted my head to watch them weaken like spider silk that could be snapped with a single hand.He was obviously not satisfied with the effect, and muttered, "Change to another one."

This time he didn't close his eyes, but looked at me—well, more like the cat's-eye green hair ornament in my hair, and the tip of his wand popped out as he whispered the spell. The more dazzling silver light is different from the fluorescent light. Wisps of light float in the air as if they want to form some pattern, but they gradually dissipate in the end.

"Call God to guard." I imitated his movements and shook my wand, but let alone the slightest light, I didn't even ignite the tip of the wand.

"Think about the things that make you happy," he told me. "Think about the things in the world that make you happiest."

I closed my eyes and imagined the scene of tomorrow's dusty mother standing at the door of the Hogwarts auditorium with a smile and opening her arms to me, and whispered: "Call God to protect you!"

There was a silvery light coming from my wand, which flickered for a while and then died out.

"It's already very good." Potter praised me, "I practiced many times, you only practiced once."

"Can the silver light dispel the dementors?" I finally found something to do for myself again. I lowered my head and recited several times to invoke God's protection, but I couldn't make the magic wand emit the dazzling light that it was the first time. , but his head began to ache from too hard memory and thinking.

"No, the real Patronuses have a physical body. They have a certain form." Potter answered me patiently, "But that's very difficult. Professor Lupine said that this is a very advanced spell."

"Then you might still fall off the broom tomorrow." I'm actually worried about Potter.

"Maybe." He spread his hands, looked at his palms, then looked up at me, smiling, "But before that, I'll catch the Snitch—so will you come and see?" , Alice?"

Draco's previous sneer suddenly sounded in my head: "Now Potter is almost telling the world that he likes you."

"Go and see, but, but because you agreed to lend me that dress," I muttered, looking down, "and not for any other reason."

I turned around and hurried into the girls' dormitory, as if I knew who gave me the cat's-eye green hair clip in my hair for Christmas.