[HP] Newspapers and Salvation

When Harry arrived in the ward, Irene was eating an apple. Madam Pomfrey walked around the curtain, holding a small bottle in her hand, and watched Irene with a stern look as she drank it bitterly.

"I'm fine," Erin mumbled.

Madam Pomfrey said: "I don't think you have to stay here at least one night. This time it's not just because of this time, your recent physical condition is very bad."

Harry hurried over after hearing Hermione said that Irene fainted in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and when he learned the reason for her fainting, he was both funny and distressed.

Gryffindor has already attended Slytherin's class today, and it's Boggart.That's something that becomes everyone's worst fear.

When it was Irene's turn, Harry's body appeared in front of her.

Harry bent his fingers and flicked Irene lightly on the forehead.Then he held down the girl's honey-colored long hair.

"Irene," he said, lowering his head slightly, quietness projected by his slightly long eyelashes, "although it may be a bit early to say so."

"If I go first, it's just because I want to meet my parents first and make all the preparations, so that when you come again, they will definitely like you very much."

"If you go first, then choose which floor to go to heaven or hell first."

"Wherever it is, I will follow you."

The situation of V2.7 gradually emerges

Erin had to spend the night in the infirmary.

From her point of view, she is really fine, just not in a good spirit recently,

"You don't need me..." Harry asked slightly worried, thinking how about staying with her by himself.

"It's all right." Before he could finish speaking, Irene shook her head, "It's just one night, and I'll be fine a long time ago."

Harry said, "That's fine, I'll come and see you tomorrow."

Harry opened the door and walked out. For some reason, he subconsciously glanced at Irene before closing the door. She smiled and waved goodbye to him.

The moment the door was closed, the girl put down her hand, regained her expressionless face, and opened her eyes.

Red flashes in amber.

Harry had been shaken awake early in the morning by Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Wh-what is it?" Harry said vaguely.

"Quidditch practice!" said Wood. "Get up!"

Harry squinted and looked out the window. A thin layer of mist hung over the pink and pale gold sky.

"Captain," Harry couldn't help saying, picking up the glasses frame from one side, "it's just dawn."

"That's right," said Wood, a tall, stocky sixth-grader, now with a frenzied gleam in his eyes, "this is part of our new training regimen. Come on, grab your broomstick, and come with me. "Wood said eagerly, "The other teams haven't started training yet, we're going to grab the first place this year." Harry yawned, stroked the messy hair on his head, and got up from the bed helplessly, and started looking for him team uniform.

"Good man," Wood said, "see you at the stadium in a quarter of an hour."

Harry found his big red team jersey and pulled on his cloak for the cold.He carried his Nimbus 2000 on his shoulder.

The captain is really inexplicably passionate.Looking at the sleepy looks of his teammates nearby, Wood talked loudly about the formation and tactics from above.

"Training begins," Wood said loudly, grabbing his broom and leading the way out of the locker room, followed by his players yawning and dragging their numb legs.

The sun was already high after they had been in the locker room for so long, but there was still some residual fog floating on the stadium lawn.

However, there are already a group of uninvited guests on the field.Obviously this pissed Wood off.

"I've booked the stadium!" Wood said sharply, "I've booked it!" His face became even more ugly after seeing the green robe.

"Flint!" Wood yelled at the Slytherin captain. "It's our training time! We got up early! Get out, please!"

"Oh," said Marcus Flint, "but I have a note specially signed by Professor Snape. I, Professor Severus Snape, have allowed the Slytherins to practice at the Quidditch pitch today, Train their new Seekers."

"You added a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted, "Where?"

A smaller boy flashed out from behind the six tall team members, with a smug smile on his pale pointed face.It was Draco Malfoy.

Seven people lifted their brooms forward together, seven brand new, smooth and shiny broomsticks, and seven lines of beautiful gold letters "Nimbus 200l", dazzled the Gryffindor players' eyes in the morning sun.

"It's such a cool way to appear—" Harry couldn't help but exclaim, breaking the deadlock for a moment.

"Potter," Wood warned him in a low voice, looking displeased.

Harry pushed his glasses: "I'm very sorry." He stepped aside consciously, watching the captains on both sides quarreling in an extremely childish way.While the players on both sides were separated, they occasionally quarreled a few words and yawned twice from time to time.

"Hmph, I thought you wouldn't dare to quarrel with Marcus." Draco's voice sounded from the side.

Harry blinked.Looking at Draco.

Draco got angry when he saw him pretending to be innocent. This man was indeed on the same side as Dumbledore, and his temperament was almost the same.

Draco tried to calm himself down, cleared his throat, and said slowly: "As long as you are here, there will be no major disputes between the two colleges, isn't it just for you and Irene. Marcus is Irene Lin's cousin, you won't do anything to him." After speaking, he couldn't help looking at Harry triumphantly.

Immediately, Draco's expression couldn't hold back, because Harry still looked confused.

But before he could say anything, Harry said calmly, "I'm just worried that Irene has no acquaintances when she just entered Flint's house."

Which side she leans herself, the judge will be judged.

Harry couldn't help smiling: "Speaking of which, the photo we took together last time..."

"Don't mention that." Draco gritted his teeth, "Potter, I will destroy it one day."

"Okay," Harry nodded, "I'm working on the Replication Charm."

"..." Didn't he just laugh at him for taking pictures? !

Harry said calmly, "Besides, I think I need to ask Professor Lupine for a special training on how to deal with dementors."

Draco: "..." He was wrong, he shouldn't have laughed at him for being scared by a dementor.

Harry spread his hands: "So don't be too nervous, I don't have time to promote that photo recently."

Harry nodded, as if affirming what he just said, he smiled harmlessly: "But Irene wants one, so I gave her one."

Erin gets equal to Pansy will also see...

It doesn't matter.

Draco thought of the little girl who had gotten very close to Irene recently.

Instantly depressed.

"Potter!"

"Malfoy!"

At the same time, the two captains finally expressed strong dissatisfaction with the lack of cooperation between the two.

The last practice of the two sides is of course nothing, after all, no one wants to let their tactics be seen by the other side.

Harry remembered something, walked to Draco with the broom on his shoulders, and after a little thought, he said, "I have something to ask you."

"Is there a house-elf named Dobby in your house?"

Draco was taken aback, and soon became serious. For a moment, he looked very much like his father, and his whole demeanor was different.

"It went looking for you specifically?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Did it just start when school started?"

"Ah," Harry nodded, "I have a bad feeling."

"Is the name of the savior so useful? An elf would choose to betray the lord." Draco mocked.

Draco seemed to think of something, but quickly suppressed his guess desperately.

Even so, his father had his own reasons, and Malfoy never did anything he was not sure about.As a result, Draco smiled gloatingly.

The savior is in trouble.

Harry raised his eyebrows, obviously seeing some clues from the strange expression on the other side.

But he didn't care, and asked Draco, "What does Mudblood mean?"

"Someone said that to you? It shouldn't be." Immediately, Draco laughed maliciously. "You can try calling it Granger."

"..." Needless to say, he knew how bad this represented. His mother turned against a good friend for many years because of this (although he still found it horrifying to say this fact), and it is undoubtedly a word that has such power. insulting.

On the other hand, the similarities between Hermione and her own mother...

"A Mudblood is a slur for Muggle-borns—that is, people whose parents are non-magical. Some wizards, like the Malfoys, always feel that they are superior to other people because they are so-called purebreds. said Ron.

Knew it.Harry pressed his temple helplessly.Much worse than I imagined.

October came, and a damp chill permeated the grounds and seeped into the castle.Raindrops the size of bullets crackled against the windows of the castle and did not stop for days.The water in the lake rose, and there was a mudslide in the flower beds. However, Oliver.That didn't dampen Wood's enthusiasm for regular Quidditch practice.

Harry was caught by Filch because of the muddy water on his robes.

He took a large roll of parchment from a desk drawer and spread it out in front of him, then took the long black quill and dipped it into the inkwell.

"Name... Harry Potter. Crime..."

Harry looked helplessly at this somewhat gloomy room, with no windows, only a solitary oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling.There was a faint smell of fried fish in the air.A number of wooden filing cabinets lined the surrounding walls; judging from the labels, Harry knew that they contained details of every student Filch had punished.Fred and George alone took up a whole drawer. , Filch was still writing and chanting "crimes...defile the castle...suggestions for punishment..."

Thanks to the help of Nearly Headless Nick, Harry was able to escape from Filch.

Before Harry left, he even took out Filch's form for registering his "crime".But for time reasons he took all the stacks there.

"You can't do that!" Hermione yelled from the round table in the library, full of surprise after hearing his words.

Mrs. Pince cleared her throat warningly.

Hermione lowered her voice: "You actually ran out like this..."

"Exciting isn't it?" Harry said with a smile

Ron said on the side: "Harry is not wrong anyway."

"Hmph, it really is Gryffindor." Draco said coolly.

Blaise nodded. "And we sat at a table with them."

Pansy glared at Yundou, whose feet were covered in ink and was jumping up and down drawing on Draco's homework.

Theodore closed the book and said in conclusion: "Draco is the same as Irene, as long as he sees Potter, he can't walk."

Draco: "..." He just wanted to come over and mock him!

Irene didn't speak, but quietly used the extra parchment for origami, and the table was already full of origami animals in the middle of their speech.

Back in the bedroom, Irene took out the only piece of parchment that she hadn't folded.

She took out her wand and nodded with a slumped face.

"I solemnly swear that I have done nothing good."

V2.8 Double Crisis

On the eve of Halloween, Harry finally took time out of his busy Quidditch training to find Professor Lupine.

Harry looked at the water tank in the corner of the office with interest. A sickly green guy with pointed horns was pressing his face against the glass, grimacing and stretching his slender claws. .

"It's a Grindylow," said Lupine, looking around for the kettle. "Next lesson. How about a cup of tea, Harry?"

"Thank you, Professor. Strong and fragile monster," Harry stared at it thoughtfully, and Grindylow bared his green teeth demonstratively.Raising an eyebrow, Harry sat down.

"Great answer, didn't you practice today?" Lupine said, handing Harry a cup of tea, which had a notch in it, Harry's puzzled expression was obvious, and he quickly explained, "You know, recently Filch has complained many times about the fouling of the floor by the House Quidditch teams."

Harry smiled awkwardly. He somehow felt that Professor Lupine knew that he had teased Filch. He said, "Today all the seniors are going to Hogsmeade."

"So, Harry, what's your business with me today?"

"Professor," said Harry slowly, "I've come to ask you to give me special training."

Lupine raised his eyebrows. He said, "Special training?"

"Hmm... about the dementors. Professor Lupine, I want to learn the Patronus Charm"

"No no. No, Harry," said Lupine quickly. "You know, the Patronus Charm is too advanced - well above the level of ordinary wizards, and many senior wizards have difficulty using it. You second grade……"

"But the dementors won't be soft on me just because I'm in the second year, will they?" Harry said sharply, "I know, the dementors were once on Voldemort's side! He never gave up on killing me. "

Lupine froze for a moment, then slowed down his expression and voice: "Harry, don't put so much pressure on yourself."

Harry was about to say something, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

There was only a knock on the door before it opened, and Snape walked in.He was holding a goblet in his hand, which was steaming slightly. When he saw Harry, he stopped and his black eyes narrowed.

"Ah, Severus," Lupine said, smiling, "thanks. Put it on the desk, please?" Snape set down the steaming mug, his eyes between Harry and Lupine. Move back and forth.

"I'm showing Harry my Grindylow," said Lupine cheerfully, pointing to the water tank. "Fascinating," said Snape, without looking there. "You should just drink it, Lupine." Harry caught him glancing in his direction.

"Yes, yes, I will," said Lupine. "I made a pot full," said Snape, "if you want more."

"I'll probably have another drink tomorrow. Thanks, Severus." "You're welcome," said Snape, leaving the room without a smile and looking defensive.

"Professor Snape kindly concocted a potion for me," he said, "I've never been very good at concocting potions, and this one is very complicated." He picked up the goblet and sniffed it. "It's a pity you can't add sugar." He added, took a sip, and trembled.

"I've been feeling bad," he began again, quickly, "that's the only potion that's going to work. I've been lucky enough to work with Professor Snape; there aren't many wizards who can concoct such a potion." "Professor Lupine took another sip, finally drank the medicine with his head up, and made a grimace.

"It's awful," he said. "Well, Harry. I'd better get back to work. I'll see you at dinner." Putting down his empty teacup.The empty goblet was still slowly steaming.

Harry got up, and suddenly said: "Professor, are the dementors stationed at the entrance of the castle?"

"What?" Lupine looked at him in shock and complexity.

Harry suddenly lost his previous urgency, and instead smiled, he said, "I've never been passive in my studies, Professor."

Lupine had understood what he meant a long time ago, but he asked back because he was too shocked, and now he finally came back to his senses and helplessly raised his forehead.

Harry was already walking towards the door, and it was no surprise that he heard Lupine's compromise: "Next Thursday, I will inform you about the location."

Harry immediately turned his head and said excitedly, "Thank you! Professor!"

"..." Harry had been away for a while, looking at the door panel, Lupine finally laughed, "I can't do anything about him like you, James."

He had no doubt that if he didn't agree, his best friend's Aiko would still face the Dementor himself.

A cunning Gryffindor.

Harry felt that the relationship between himself and Halloween was full of Merlin's malice.

On Halloween 11 years ago, he lost his parents. Last year, as a first-year student who entered school for only three months, he dueled with a troll.

... No, this year it's even worse.Harry covered his face.

Because of Nick, Harry had promised to go to the Deathday Party. Fortunately, Ron and Hermione were with him, so Harry didn't think it would be too bad.

After coming out, Harry heard a familiar voice.

"Tear you... tear you... kill you."

is a snake.

"I'm so hungry, it's been a long, long time..." "...to kill...it's time..."

Harry stopped abruptly, gripped the stone wall, and listened intently, looking around, squinting up and down the dimly lit corridors.No, it's not as simple as a snake.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"No, nothing." Harry shook his head.He couldn't explain that he was a Parseltongue.

When they reached the third floor, they suddenly found a large group of people.

Pushing through the crowd and walking in, they couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Something was shining on the wall in front of them.Between the two windows, on the wall a foot above the ground, some writing was scribbled, and the emblem shone in the light of the burning torches.

The chamber of secrets was opened.

Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.

Beneath the sign was a dark shadow.

It was Mrs. Norris, the janitor's cat, with its tail hanging from the torch-bracket, its body stiff as a plank, and its eyes wide open and staring.

"My cat! My cat! What's wrong with Mrs. Norris?"

"My God..."

The sound of chirping and chattering was chaotic.

After a while, Dumbledore arrived on the scene, followed by many other teachers. Lupine watched for a while, tapped with his wand, and then whispered something to Dumbledore.

"Okay, Filch, Mrs. Norris, she's just petrified, there's nothing serious—" Dumbledore comforted, and then said to the surrounding students, "The prefects take their students back to the lounge !"

As it turned out, it was destined to be a sleepless night.Soon Dumbledore reappeared in Gryffindor Tower.

The Fat Lady had disappeared from the portrait, the portrait had been vandalized, small pieces of canvas were strewn all over the floor, and large pieces of canvas had been completely ripped from the frame.

"You'll be lucky!" said a hoarse voice.It was Peeves the Trickster, jumping over the heads of the crowd, looking happy to see the devastation and sorrow, as he always did.

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Oh, I've said it, Head Professor." Peeves said, looking as if he was holding a big bomb in his arms. "He was very annoyed she wouldn't let him in, you understand." Peeves somersaulted in the air, grinning at Dumbledore from between his own legs. "He's got a bad temper, this Sirius Black."

Chamber of Secrets and Blake.

Harry pressed his temple in distress.

Hermione was still flipping through the materials about the Chamber of Secrets, and Ron was bitterly writing his composition on "The Encyclopedia of Medieval European Wizards".

What Harry knew allowed him to quickly lock on to his target: the basilisk.

The only sounds he could hear were snake-like animals. Hagrid also found out that his rooster was dead some time ago, not to mention that Mrs. Norris was petrified.

Then Hermione directly asked about the Chamber of Secrets in Professor Binns' class, which also made Harry more sure of what he thought.

"I've known for a long time that Salazar Slytherin was some crazy old madman," Ron said to Harry and Hermione, "but I didn't know he was the one who came up with this pure-blood nonsense. nor his academy."

This was the second time Harry had been exposed to discussions about bloodlines this school year. These ideas might be political, or artificially paranoid, but to Harry, none of them had anything to do with him.

Harry was born in the Muggle world, so he knows their development all too well, and the wizarding world has also been under his observation in the past two years.

The shadow of war and death has always lingered in the wizarding world. Those who have experienced it avoid talking about what happened back then. When Voldemort is mentioned, they can't restrain their fear. Few people even dare to call him by his name.Once he comes back, then, everything is conceivable.

As for Harry, the name "Savior" sounds nice, but in fact, what does it have to do with him?He was just one of many victims of that era.It's just that that person happened to be planted here.

But other people don't think so, especially those who grew up in the wizarding world. They grew up listening to his stories (although there are things about him that can't be written at all). In their eyes, Harry is a hero and should be different. , is destined to be better than others.

V2.9 Goldfinger hello

Harry woke up early on Saturday morning.

Today was his first Quidditch game in his second year, and it was with Slytherin.The brooms of the opponent's academy had been updated to the best level. Obviously, for Harry, this was a very challenging match.

But his teammates didn't seem to think so. When he got to the auditorium, he found that the other members of the Gryffindor team were crowded around the empty long dining table, all of them looked nervous and silent.

However, Wood is still very good as the captain.Soon, under his encouragement and Gemini's tricks, the whole team's morale was high.

"We don't mind a little rain," Marcus said.

Draco raised his head: "I'm a little worried... If Potter is blown away by the wind, then I have no opponent."

Hearing this, everyone on the Slytherin side laughed: Harry is indeed the thinnest of the second-year students.

The sound of the storm grew louder.

The whole school, as usual, turned out to watch the match, running across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, with their heads bowed against the wind.Because halfway their umbrellas were blown from their hands by the wind.

Through the heavy rain curtain, they only saw a group of scarlet and dark green standing opposite each other in the center of the arena.

"Impervius" said Harry, casting a spell over his glasses, which at least allowed him to see Mrs Hooch.

"Listen to my whistle," said Mrs Hooch, "three-two-one-"

The whistle sounded like it was coming from a distance, and the game started.

Harry was riding fast, but his Nimbus 2000 wobbled a little in the wind.He clenched it as tight as he could, turned and rushed into the wind and rain. "Potter, wait until I get the Snitch and end the game!" Draco yelled, shooting under Harry like an arrow, as if to show off the speed of his broom.

Harry was soaking wet, and he didn't have time to answer while he was busy looking for the Snitch.Just then a heavy black Bludger flew towards him, and he narrowly dodged it, feeling the ball brush his hair as it flew by.

"That's true, Harry!" Harry heard George's voice, batting in his hand, galloping past Harry, ready to hit the Bludger at the Slytherins, but the Bludger was halfway Changing direction, it flew straight towards Harry again.

Harry ducked down to dodge it, and George slammed it hard at Malfoy again.However, like a boomerang, the Bludger turned around again, pierced through the rain curtain, and went straight for Harry's head.

Hermione exclaimed, "Someone did something to that Bludger."

Ron said angrily on the side: "It must be a Slytherin!"

At the same time, in the stands opposite them.

After saying something to Lisa, Irene quickly left the stands.

She reached the edge of the field and took out the Marauder's Map from her pocket.

Irene's eyes paused for a moment at "Siris Black" in the stands, then she looked towards the direction marked "Dobby", and ran there without hesitation.

Harry rose higher and higher, turning corners, spinning, turning sharply down, circling upwards, and turning eastward and westward, taking a "zigzag" route.He was slightly dizzy, but kept his eyes wide open.Raindrops were pattering on his glasses.

"Ballet practice, Potter," Draco yelled when Harry had to spin silly in the air to avoid the Bludgers.

Still ignoring him, Harry even sped up suddenly because he saw the Snitch.

Squinting his eyes, watching the Gryffindor goalposts through the silver rain curtain, Harry managed to get away with Draco and the Bludger.

Mr. Draco was taken aback for a moment, and soon saw the Snitch, he bowed and rushed up.

Nimbus 2001 is naturally better than 2000, and soon the two were on the same level, and they leaned out to catch it at the same time.

Erin's pace was fast, and she was still running, but with a slight movement of her right hand, her short wand slipped from her sleeve into her hand, aiming at a point in the void.

"Aparecium." "Incarcerous."

The two spells were urgent and quick, and almost instantly, Dobby appeared there, bound up by the rope.

Irene purposely walked around from behind it, but Yidobi didn't notice it, and it was already restrained when it came back to its senses.

She was still expressionless, but she looked particularly gloomy, her pale cheeks were pressed against her honey hair wet with rain, Irene quickly stepped forward, lifted the rope, and pressed her wand against Dobby's neck.

"Miss Flint!" Dobby shrieked.

Irene looked at it coldly, because she was still a little slow to run just now, she said coolly: "You want to kill Harry."

He rocked back and forth, his big ugly head bouncing: "No no! Dobby no, Dobby wanted to save Harry Potter's life! Better to be sent home badly injured than to stay here! "

Irene smiled: "Is that so..." She dragged her tone, "Why did you help him?"

"...What does he mean to us humble, enslaved little people in the wizarding world! Dobby has not forgotten the situation when the devil who can't even mention his name was at his strongest..." Dobby said, More tears rolled down. "Now, at Hogwarts, something terrible is about to happen, maybe it has already happened, and Dobby can't let Harry Potter stay here, because history is about to repeat itself, and the Chamber of Secrets is opened again—"

"I don't want you to tell me that you plan to let him be sent home in pieces," Irene said slowly, "or, would you rather be strangled by me?"

"Dobby is used to death threats. Dobby hears them five times a day at home."

"These are things I should consider." Irene increased her strength, "You are overstepping the rules."

Irene calmly said, "Harry's affairs can only be taken care of by me."

Dobby: "..." So the point is wrong!

Draco stuck out his hand, and the Snitch seemed to be on purpose, playing between the two of them without letting them catch them.

Just then, another bolt of lightning illuminated the stands, and Harry saw something that completely distracted him: the silhouette of a huge, shaggy black dog, clearly reflected on the skyline, standing in the stands On the top row of empty seats.

It was the long-lost...Krubelos.

Harry didn't have the time to think about it any more because the Bludger was still spinning around him.Brooming through the turbulent air, tilting his head away from the Bludger, Harry brushed the drenched sea of ​​water away from his eyes and saw Draco half a body ahead of him.

And the Bludger immediately turned and hit them.

Draco was very entangled. If he went further, even if he got the Snitch, he would definitely be hit by the Bludger.

Of course, it was just a change of heart, Draco subconsciously slowed down, but Harry sped up instead.

Tiny golden blobs shone in the rainy air, slightly ahead, and Harry, nearly full body on the broomstick, spun toward the Snitch.

Draco was taken aback too.This is fatal.

But at this moment, almost touching Harry's right arm, the Bludger suddenly lost its strength, and even lost its inertia, and fell straight to the ground.

And Harry also successfully got the Snitch.

There was a surge of cheers all around.

Although he was still afraid, it couldn't stop Harry from looking proudly at Draco with provocation.

Although Draco was unhappy because he lost, he couldn't help but sigh.

The courage of Gryffindor.

There was joy, even the heavy rain could not dampen the excitement of the lions.

However, something strange happened.There was a timid silence in the terraces around the track; the wind, though still as strong as ever, forgot to roar, as though someone had turned it off, and Harry felt suddenly deaf.

A familiar, terrible cold snap hit him again.

Dementors.

Harry's head was numb, full of white fog, and immediately, he didn't know anything.

Plunged into darkness.

Harry had a very long dream.

There was also a him in the dream, who also encountered a dementor in the Quidditch match, but fell from a high altitude.And Harry has been watching like a bystander, and no one can perceive his existence.

Harry pushed his glasses up.That "Harry" still wore round-rimmed glasses. Although he was taller than him, he looked a little more childish.Hmm... I also went to Hogsmeade, it seems to be a third year old.

Harry watched as "Harry" learned the Patronus Charm from Lupin, and heard the "truth" about things in The Three Broomsticks, the confrontation in the Screaming Shack, Peter's escape.

It wasn't until he was approached by a dementor by the lake in his dream that Harry finally woke up.

Even though I knew it was just a dream, it was too real.With a splitting headache, Harry suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart and opened his eyes.

There was silence, and it was already night.

Next to him was Irene, who was lying on her stomach, still covered with a Ravenclaw robe, which seemed to have been left by Lisa.

Harry flinched slightly.

There was no Eileen in the dream.

Harry couldn't help reaching out and touching her cheek with his index finger.It is the familiar warmth and softness, very real.

The fair and moist skin seemed to be able to ooze water, and the eyebrows were exquisite. Harry felt that Irene's father must be very good-looking. After all, An Fei was not good-looking, and it could even be said that he looked very mean.Harry thought a little jumpily.

There was a little confusion in the green eyes, and Harry felt a little sour in his heart.

Even though he knew that he couldn't fully believe in that dream, Harry still couldn't help but look forward to it. He had always longed for family affection. If the black dog before was his godfather... Harry quickly suppressed his thoughts for a moment.

No matter what, he will never let the traitor go.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the corridor outside.

Immediately afterwards, Dumbledore stepped back into the ward.He was wearing a long wool dressing gown and a nightcap.He holds one end of a sculptural object with both hands.A second later, Professor McGonagall also appeared, carrying the thing's feet.Together they put it to bed.

The Chamber of Secrets appears to have indeed been opened.

It was Colin Creevey.

V2.10 copy open

Early in the morning, Ron and Hermione came to visit Harry.

They were very happy to see Harry awake.

"It's good to see you awake!" said Hermione.

Ron followed suit, jokingly said, "You weren't in the dormitory last night, I think it's empty."

And Irene has been staring at him since Ron said this sentence, and later, no matter how rough Ron is, she can feel it.

Harry and Irene stared at Ron playfully.But he was smiling, and Irene was serious.

Ron was speechless and burst into tears. Your Qingmei has been staring at me like this and I am under a lot of pressure.

Irene finally couldn't bear it any longer, and grabbed Harry's arm: "Harry is mine!"

"Of course!" Ron nodded wildly.

Erin said, "So...you can't rob Harry of me!"

"...how is it possible?!" Ron jumped.

Hermione said coolly on the side: "You still think the five-person dormitory is empty, you asked for it."

"..." He was joking.

However, the subject was quickly dismissed.

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