94 hp Diagon Alley

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"No," Hermione said, pulling Ron's paper, "'Divination' is not 'Old Ten'. What kind of pen did you use?"

"It's Fred and George's typo-checker...but I think the magic is starting to fail..."

"Must be," said Hermione, pointing to the title of his thesis, "we're going to write about how to deal with dementors, not 'digs', and I don't remember when you changed your name to 'Roo Bird Whiskey' Lee's."

"Huh?!" Ron stared at the parchment in horror. "Don't ask me to rewrite it!"

"It's okay, it can be corrected." Hermione said as she pulled the paper over and drew out her wand.

"I love you, Hermione," said Ron, reclining back in his chair, rubbing his eyes wearily.

Hermione blushed slightly, but only said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I didn't," Ron muttered, covering his mouth, but no one else - Gwen bet even he couldn't hear what he said.

"Okay." About 10 minutes later, Hermione returned the paper to Ron.

"Thank you very much," said Ron, "may I borrow your pen to write the conclusion?"

Harry couldn't find much help in the old Potions book, and he looked around. There were only four of them left in the common room, and Seamus had just gone upstairs to bed, cursing Snape and the paper he had assigned.There were only the crackling of the fire and the rustling of Ron's Hermione's pen as he wrote the last dementor treatise.Harry had just closed the Half-Blood Prince book with a yawn.

Gwen looked at the beautiful handwriting on the textbook with interest, and asked in surprise: "When did you practice calligraphy? Harry."

"It's not my notes." Harry was a little embarrassed, and put the textbook away sideways.

"But I must have seen these words somewhere." Gwen squeezed her chin and recalled, "Could it be yours? Hermione."

Hermione hastily denied, "It's not me, that book belongs to 'Half-Blood Prince'."

"He's a genius." Ron said, seeing the expression on the little brown-haired witch, and added, "A genius about the same as Hermione."

Gwen was a little nervous, "Tell me I'm thinking too much, isn't this the old textbook of the mysterious man?"

This time Harry and Hermione both yelled in denial, since Ginny had raised the same suspicion.At last she confirmed that the handwriting was different from that in Riddle's diary.

Gwen still felt that she had seen such a beautiful style of writing somewhere, and was thinking hard.suddenly--

crackle.

Hermione let out a short scream, Ron spilled ink on the paper, and Harry called, "Dobby!"

Dobby appeared beside the seat, his teapot hat tilted on one side.

"Harry Potter!" it squealed. "Dobby has been helpful, and Dobby has a report!"

"What?" asked Hermione, still seemingly surprised by their sudden appearance. "What's going on, Harry?"

Harry hesitated; he hadn't told Hermione about having Dobby stalking Malfoy, as house-elves were always a touchy subject for her.

"Um... it's stalking Malfoy for me."

Gwen immediately looked at Harry, "I thought you'd discuss it with Sirius?"

Harry explained, "I've talked to him. Sirius couldn't tell the hole in the Marauder's Map, but he asked me why I didn't ask Kreacher to help—"

"He's joking," said Ron, and Hermione gave him a glare, then changed her tune. "Kreacher isn't your house-elf, so he won't listen to you."

"And Kreacher is not a loyal partner." Harry commented pertinently, "Recently Sirius' rebellious emotions have awakened, and Kreacher has regained his aversion to him..."

"So Harry Potter asked Dobby for help. Dobby hasn't slept in a week, Harry Potter!" said Dobby proudly, shaking himself.

Hermione was instantly annoyed. "You didn't sleep, Dobby? But Harry, you didn't tell him not to—"

"Of course not," said Harry hastily. "Dobby, you can sleep, can't you? But did you find anything?" he asked quickly, before Hermione could interject.

"Draco Malfoy's a bad boy!" Dobby screamed angrily. "A bad boy, he—he—"

It trembled from fringe to toe of the teapot lid, and rushed to the fire as if it were going to jump in.Harry didn't expect it at all, and immediately hugged its waist tightly. After struggling for a few seconds, Dobby collapsed.

"Thank you, Harry Potter," it gasped, "Dobby still has a hard time speaking ill of his old master..."

Harry let him go.Dobby put the teapot lid back on. "Harry Potter, sir," Dobby squealed, his big round eyes shining in the firelight, "Dobby didn't see Master Malfoy breaking any rules, but he's still careful To avoid being discovered. He often took different students to the eighth floor, and they guarded him, and he walked in-"

"The Room of Requirement!" Harry slapped "Advanced Potion-Making" on the head.Both Hermione and Ron stared at him. "That's where he slipped off! That's where he did that... God knows what! I bet that's why he disappeared from the map - now that I think about it, I've never seen Responsiveness on a map Room!"

"Maybe whoever made the Marauder's Map didn't even know that room existed," said Ron.

"I guess it's part of the magic of that room," said Hermione. "If you need it to show up on the map, it won't show up."

"Dobby, did you go in and see what Malfoy was doing?" Harry asked eagerly.

"No, Harry Potter, that's impossible," said Dobby.

"Nothing is impossible," Harry said quickly, "Malfoy broke into our headquarters last year, so I can go in and peek at him, no problem."

"I don't think so, Harry," said Hermione slowly, "that time it was because that idiot Marietta leaked the word that Malfoy already knew how we were going to use that room and he wanted it to be DA headquarters , it becomes. But now, you don't know what that room looks like when Malfoy goes in, so you don't know what it becomes."

"There will be a way," said Harry disapprovingly. "You've done a good job, go get some sleep, Dobby."

"Thank you, Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby squealed happily, and disappeared.

Gwen looked down and wondered why Malfoy had gone to the Room of Requirement - there was so much he could do there.In fact, thinking about it carefully, the last time I caught him was near the Room of Requirement, which meant that he had been operating secretly in that room.But when she thought about it, the numbness of her tongue and the burning of her throat reminded Gwen that she couldn't tell anyone about her guesses.

"Is that all right?" Harry said excitedly, turning to Ron, Gwen and Hermione as soon as the elves were gone in the room, "We know where Malfoy is! We can stop him now!"

"Yeah, great," said Ron grimly, trying to wipe off the large swath of ink on the paper where a paper was almost finished.Hermione dragged it across and began sucking the ink away with her wand.

"But what about bringing 'different students'?" Hermione asked. "How many people are involved? He shouldn't let many people know what he's doing..."

"Yeah, that's weird," said Harry, frowning. "I heard him tell Crabbe not to worry about what he's doing... and now he's telling all this... all this..."

Harry lowered his voice and kept his eyes on the fire. "God, I'm so stupid," he said softly. "It's obvious, isn't it? There's a big vat in the dungeon. . . . he could steal it any minute during that class . . . "

"Steal what?" Ron asked.

"Polyjuice Potion. He stole the Polyjuice Potion that Slughorn showed us in our first Potions class...no different students guarding Malfoy...just Crabbe and Goyle...yes , now it's all right!" Harry jumped up, pacing in front of the fire, "because only these two are stupid enough to listen to Malfoy even if he doesn't tell him what he's doing...but he Didn't want people to see these two always outside the Room of Requirement, so I made them drink Polyjuice Potion and look like someone else... The two girls I saw on the day of the Quidditch match - huh! It was Carat Boo and Goyle!"

"You mean," said Hermione breathlessly, "that little girl I helped fix the scales—?"

"Yes, of course!" Harry said loudly, looking at her, "Of course! Malfoy must have been in the Room of Requirement, so the girl—the boy dropped the scales and told Malfoy not to come out, there were people outside! We've been around him the whole time Walking around and not knowing!"

"He turned Crabbe and Goyle into girls?" said Ron, laughing, "God... no wonder they haven't been happy lately... I wonder why they didn't tell him, 'Go to hell'... ..."

"They won't, will they? If he threatens them with Voldemort," said Harry.

Hermione pursed her lips incredulously as she rolled up the dried paper and returned it to Ron before any further accidents happened to it.

"Look," Harry said confidently.

"Okay, let's watch." Hermione said as she stood up and stretched, "But Harry, don't get too excited, I still don't think you can get into the Room of Requirement if you don't know what's in it." .And I don't think you should forget," she slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, giving him a very serious look, "and you should concentrate on getting Slughorn's memory. Good night."

Harry watched her go, feeling a little displeased.As soon as the door to the girls' dormitory closed behind her, he turned to Gwen.

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