war and peace

There was no basilisk, no killing, and the second grade seemed very peaceful.The most perfect thing is that the Quidditch match was not cancelled, and the Gryffindor team finally beat the Slytherin team, which had won seven consecutive years, and won the silver trophy.Draco Malfoy served as the Slytherin team's Seeker as before, and his face was so gloomy that he could drip water in the days after the game, which finally fit Harry's impression of him better.Of course, Professor McGonagall was the happiest. She finally didn't have to look at Professor Snape's smug face anymore, so she treated Harry more kindly.

Harry caught the Snitch within half an hour of almost every game, the fastest one was even less than 10 minutes.This created a new record, and almost all the students in the academy expressed their admiration for him, and people came to shake his hand wherever he went.Wood patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and promised: "You will definitely be awarded a medal! 'Hogwarts Best Seeker of the Century'! There will definitely be names of everyone on our team in the prize showroom! "Even someone like Hermione, who was a layman to Quidditch, adored him, and school life couldn't have been smoother.

Harry just smiled at that, though, and wasn't terribly excited, because his mind was elsewhere.He hadn't noticed until later that the area was a sorted collection of Muggle books, so Voldemort must have read it because he had taken a Muggle Studies class.Regardless of his motivation for choosing courses, this attitude towards learning is even worse than Hermione's.Harry thought of Dumbledore's comment when he got the diary last time - "It's amazing, he can be said to be the best student Hogwarts has ever seen" - although it is really wrong to use it for Horcruxes, But he is really the best in his studies.

What if he stopped thinking about the dark arts and those threats and temptations?What if he no longer aimed at eradicating Muggles and establishing a unified wizarding world?

Isn't this idea a bit too good... He had never considered this issue before, because there was no situation that reminded him of this aspect.But now that Voldemort himself had chosen Muggle studies, it seemed to him that such a prospect was not impossible.In the Chamber of Secrets, didn't he also find a classic of ancient Greek architecture written by Muggles?

If anyone else knew what Harry was thinking, they would probably think he was daydreaming.It was hard, too...but Harry saw the advantage of this path: no one died and everything was going to be alright.It's tempting... Maybe he can... try it?

But he killed your parents!Even if all the killings and darkness before can be ignored and forgiven, can the pain of bereavement be easily made up for?Your parents died to protect you, can you not avenge them?A voice sounded in Harry's mind.

Another voice quickly retorted.Didn't Dumbledore also say that the living should be valued?He fused the horcruxes and made up for his last mistake... If he really has that tendency to stop, why not give him a chance?Moreover, in terms of fighting alone, is there anyone else who can defeat him now?Even if they could, how much would they have to pay?Sirius, Dumbledore, Snape, Hedwig, Lupine, Tonks... so many, many?

Harry asked himself.The last time he dealt with Voldemort, who had lost his normal sanity, was brutal and rampant.Now he has discovered that Voldemort has changed. Although he doesn't know the reason, he is indeed much more rational.The most important reason is that it is really difficult for him to guarantee that Voldemort can be eliminated only by his own strength. The gradual elimination of Horcruxes he envisioned to achieve his goal is no longer feasible.And if he brings others together, he doesn't want to see other people's injuries or deaths.

But how do you impress him?The original voice sounded again.Don't say that he was cold-hearted in the first place. After knowing everything, if he pretended to be close, he would be discovered, right?

There's no need to pretend at all... Can you bear him getting too close to someone else?said the rebuttal voice.

Harry scratched his head irritably.He really couldn't stand it.At the same time, being discovered is also a problem. With Voldemort's character, he must doubt his purpose.Although he really had a certain idea and a certain goal to achieve, he could not let Voldemort think that his approach was just a trick for this idea and goal.

Ah... this is too complicated!For the straight-line Gryffindor lion, the snake-like thinking circuit is completely incomprehensible!Realizing that he probably couldn't stop Voldemort from becoming suspicious of him, Harry couldn't help but want to chop up the scrambled eggs on the plate in front of him.

"What? Don't you have an appetite?" Hermione always felt that Harry was prone to thinking about things recently, or seemed to be gnashing his teeth, so she couldn't help worrying about him.

Harry came back to his senses, just in time to find Ginny not far away secretly watching him with a worried look on his face.Seeing his gaze passing by, she immediately lowered her head.He was going to disappoint her this time, Harry sighed in his heart, pulled himself together and said, "It's okay, it's probably because of anxiety before the exam."

He found a good reason for this, and the first exam will be in three days.Hermione also became nervous immediately, "I think I should read the textbook again." She muttered, and brought Harry a glass of iced guava juice, "I think the taste will help clear the mind." Then she turned to the other side. Tom on the side, "Going to the library?"

Tom shook his head.He put down the knife and fork in his hand and stood up, "I'm going to the third greenhouse."

"The third greenhouse?" Hermione stared at him with wide eyes: "Aren't there mandrakes growing there?"

"Well, Professor Sprout is very enthusiastic and willing to give me some knowledge about mandrakes." Tom said flatly, "They are ready to be harvested." He glanced at Harry, and then to the other end of the long table look.

Harry had a bad feeling that Tom was looking at Ginny.What is he thinking?The person being manipulated in the last Chamber of Secrets incident?Harry didn't know that his guess was completely inconsistent with the facts, but he just grabbed two pieces of garlic toast and stood up too, walking out after Tom.

Hermione frowned and weighed the importance of reviewing and the knowledge of rare herbs, and finally favored the latter: "Wait for me, Tom, Harry! I'm going too!"

The little fat witch lost her eyes when she saw the three of them.Sure enough, he is a good student. Not only has he finished studying for the exam, but he is also willing to help the professor with some unpaid work. "Come on," she gave each of them an earmuff. "When I ask you to put it on, you must cover it tightly." Harry noticed that it was completely different from the earmuffs they had used before, saying that it was a helmet. not a problem.

Professor Sprout grabbed a leaf from a flowerpot in front of her. "Look, they've turned a deep purple, which is a sign of maturity. They're starting to want to move into someone else's pot, so it doesn't take much effort to get them out, so I want you to notice that— "

Hermione quickly added: "Their cries."

"That's right," Professor Sprout nodded at her, "the cry of an adult mandrake is deadly. But you don't need to pull it out, just swipe it," she picked up a handful A sharp, thin long knife, "I coated it with a mixture of narcissus root powder and wormwood, and white fresh..." She looked at them expectantly.

"Strong sleeping pills, and painkillers." Tom said clearly, "It can effectively protect personal safety, and the quality of the final Mandrake root powder." Hermione had the same expression on her face, and Harry looked Looking at Tom who answered fluently, he was in a complicated mood.

"Very good." Professor Sprout nodded, and she gave each of them an identical knife. "First of all, of course, put on your earmuffs." The three put them on obediently, and saw that the professor cut off the knife neatly. A dense clump of purple leaves, after a few seconds, reaches out to pull up the grass roots below.

Seeing it clearly, Hermione let out a scream that no one could hear.The mandrake dolls had grown up, their skin had turned dark green from the light green they had seen the last time they were repotted, and the freckles were even uglier.It drooped its eyelids and seemed to be asleep.Professor Sprout put the grass roots into a large transparent box, and then motioned for them to take off the earmuffs.

"This is a box with a Silencing Charm," she said gravely. "After you cut off the leaves, wait five seconds for the potion to take effect. After you take them out, put them in here, and then I will move them to the sun. Down there in the sun. You all must wear earmuffs to prevent any accidents."

So they set to work.Have to say, it's not a challenging job, as long as you don't pull out the grass roots immediately after cutting the leaves-Harry didn't pay attention once, and the doll burst into tears after being pulled out.Although this lasted only a few seconds and they all wore earmuffs, the faint passing sound still made him feel dizzy.Seeing that he was still in a daze, Tom on the side grabbed the crying baby and threw it into the box, moving quickly.

Professor Sprout and Hermione were on the other side and hadn't seen what was happening on their side.Harry stared at the back in front of him, and it took him a long time to realize what had happened.He continued to cut the leaves hesitantly, and glanced at the box involuntarily.There was a small steaming cauldron hanging in it, and a handful of blue magic flames floated below it, and the noisy doll just now was quiet.I guess the contents of the pot are about the same as the contents of the knife...

Final exams are coming soon.Harry felt that he had answered every subject perfectly - although he couldn't say that he got a perfect score, but it was not far off, and then suddenly realized that he had never been so relieved about the exam.This is naturally thanks to Hermione, Harry thought, if she hadn't been so diligent in sending him to the library, he wouldn't have been so confident even after learning it once.As for the other person, Harry had mixed feelings, saying that the person who taught him in order to kill him in the future...

After the exam is the last banquet.Gryffindor won the House Cup again with excellent scores, and the little lions cheered.Fred and George threw Harry up into the air first, and then everyone took turns.Harry was dizzy from being thrown away, but seeing everyone was so happy, the big stone that had been pressing on his chest seemed to disappear.Dumbledore smiled at them, and even Professor McGonagall didn't stop them.

When they finally gathered Harry to enjoy the delicious food on the table, no one noticed that someone had walked away in the commotion.Harry felt he had developed a reflex to keep Tom in his sights.So when he found out that Tom was gone, his first reaction was to look at the teacher's seat.Professor Roald wasn't there either.

Where did he go?This question haunted Harry for the entire time of the banquet.He really wants to find it, but there are always people pulling him to talk from all directions.When he got back to the tower, he almost ran up the stairs at once, and it turned out that Tom wasn't in the bedroom either, and a blinding spell had been placed on his bed.Harry flung himself on the bed for his Marauder's Map, which had neither Tom Calder King nor Mal Vilonka Roald's dots on it.

Chamber of Secrets!The place flashed across Harry's mind.He took out the sock containing the portkey from under the pillow, folded the map with the other hand and hid it back.There was a faint noise coming from downstairs, Harry thought for a while, and imitated the spell on his bed, making it look like he was sleeping.

Having done this, Harry took a deep breath and activated the Portkey.Spinning around, he felt like he had landed on that smooth, hard surface again.It was Slytherin's gem hall. There was a cauldron near the fireplace. There was a tall and thin man standing beside him, who seemed to be making a potion.Harry instantly recognized the man as Voldemort, and was inexplicably relieved.

"What? What did the Savior fear I would do?" Voldemort didn't look back, his voice sounded very calm.

Harry took a deep breath inwardly.He strode over and stopped on the other side of the cauldron, the liquid inside was foaming dark green.He suddenly felt that the color was very familiar, and he couldn't help asking suspiciously: "Is someone... sick?" This is a mandrake potion, which is used to de-petrify the basilisk!But the basilisk was indeed not at Hogwarts, and Harry could only try to control his worry from showing it in his face and tone of voice.