[HP]Blue Soul

Although Qiubai was a little worried about Harry's situation, he didn't show anything special in the next week's class.Qiubai could only put this matter aside temporarily, because she still needed to help Hagrid write his defense.

Christmas is coming soon and all parts of the castle are decorated with beautiful decorations.This was the first time Qiubai had seen such a spectacular decoration: thick friezes of holly and mistletoe were hung along the corridors, mysterious lights shone from inside each suit of armor, and the auditorium was as usual. There were twelve Christmas trees with golden stars shining on them.

Most of the students in the school have gone home, only a few students are left.Harry didn't go back, and Ron and Hermione stayed with him, much to Qiubai's relief.

"How do you think Harry will react when he gets my Christmas present?" Chomber asked Severus.

On Christmas morning, before the students are awake, the Hogwarts house-elves will quietly place their presents by the beds in their dormitories.Of course this should be the case here for the professors, but Qiubai set up a formation in the bedroom to completely cut off the possibility of house-elves entering, so her gifts must be piled up in her office, and Severus's must be piled up in her office. Same.

"Yelling? Crazy?" Severus spat out the two words.

Qiubai glared at Severus, she shouldn't expect to hear anything good from Severus here.Leaving Severus behind, Qiubai headed back to her office to see what her presents were.

At noon, Qiubai and Severus met in the auditorium.Normally, the long tables of the four colleges were moved to the place next to the wall, and only a round table was placed in the center of the auditorium.Dumbledore and the others had already sat down, and Qiubai and Severus also stepped forward and sat down.Severus sat next to Dumbledore, Chomber next to Severus.

After a while, two extremely nervous first-year Gryffindors and a sullen sixth-year Slytherin came and sat down.

Then came Harry and the three of them.Both Harry and Ron looked excited, but Hermione's little face was hardened.

"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached the table. "We're not many, and it's kind of silly to use those tables from the Houses. Sit down, sit down!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table.

"Firecrackers!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically, handing Severus the tail of a large silver firecracker.Qiubai looked at Severus expectantly, to see what he could pull off.Reluctantly, Severus stretched out his hand anyway.With a bang, the firecrackers scattered like a shotgun, revealing a large witch's hat with a pointed top, and there were specimens of mountain eagles on the top of the hat.

Severus pursed his mouth unhappily, Qiubai quickly took it and put it on his head, "Does it look good?" Qiubai blinked.

"Maybe." Severus' mouth curled up.

"Eat!" said Dumbledore, smiling to the whole table.

Everyone began to eat lunch one after another. Qiubai was just taking a piece of beef and stuffing it on Severus's plate. Her great cause of feeding couldn't stop.The door of the auditorium opened suddenly, and a woman entered, wearing a pair of glasses that magnified her eyes several times, and wearing a green dress decorated with small metal discs, which made her look more like a shiny bird. oversized dragonfly.She walked like she was skating, but Qiubai had never seen her.

"Sybill Trelawney, Professor of Divination." Severus introduced in a voice that only the two of them could hear without moving his mouth.

Qiubai carefully looked at this person who had heard about it but never seen it. It was her prophecy that changed the fate of many people.

"Sybyl, it's a pleasure to have you!" said Dumbledore, standing up.

"Principal, I've been looking at the crystal ball," said Trelawnini, in a voice so vague and distant that it made Qiubai uncomfortable. I came to join you for lunch. Who am I to refuse the urging of fate? I walked out of my building immediately, and I sincerely beg you to forgive me for being late..."

"Of course. Of course," said Dumbledore, his eyes sparkling. "Let me bring you a chair!" He drew a chair in mid-air with his wand, and the chair spun in mid-air for a few seconds before sending out. A dull sound fell between Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout.

However, Trelawney did not sit down, she counted the people on the table carefully with her big eyes, and then said, "Fortunately, I am not No. 13, you must know that the first one to eat with thirteen people The one who stands up will be the first to die."

"Sit down, Sybil," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "The turkey is turning to stone."

Trelawney sat down and looked around again. "Where is dear Professor Lupine?"

"I think the poor fellow is ill again," said Dumbledore, motioning everyone to take their leave, "but unfortunately it's at this time of Christmas."

"But you should know, Sybil." Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows and said.

Trelawney gave Professor McGonagall a cold look. "Of course I know, Minerva," she said quietly, "but people don't pretend to know everything. I often act as if I don't have a third eye, so that others don't feel nervous."

"That says a lot," said Professor McGonagall acidly.

"If you must know, Minerva, I've seen that poor Professor Lupine won't be with us long." Trelawney's voice was suddenly less indistinct. Seems to understand that his time is running out. When I volunteer to show him the crystal ball, he always avoids..."

"Think about it," said Professor McGonagall dryly.

"I suppose," said Dumbledore, in a cheerful but slightly raised tone, which ended the conversation between Professor McGonagall and Trelawney, "that Professor Lupine is not in any immediate danger. .Severus, have you concocted another potion for him?"

"Yes, Headmaster," Severus said.

"Okay," said Dumbledore, "then he'll be up and about in no time, Derek, have you ever had this sausage? It's delicious."

The first-year, flushed with nervousness at the headmaster speaking directly to him, took the sausage platter with shaking hands.

To be honest, Qiubai didn't have a good impression of Trelawney during this short conversation, and Professor McGonagall was obviously the same as her.She rarely saw Professor McGonagall confront the professor so directly.

During the next big meal, Qiubai kept observing Trelawney, her behavior was not as strange as it was at the beginning, it was almost normal.Why almost, because Qiubai noticed that she had been drinking...

Two hours later, the Christmas dinner was over.Trelawney blushed too, and Qiubai couldn't help wondering how such a person could become a professor.

Soon Harry and Ron left, but Hermione stayed.She pursed her lips and glanced at Qiu Bai before she found Professor McGonagall.Qiubai touched her head in confusion, and soon she knew what happened.

Professor McGonagall was nervous and serious, and she walked up to Dumbledore and said to him: "Potter received two anonymous magic brooms, there must be something wrong with them, it is likely to be from Black, I have to go and see .”

Dumbledore nodded, "Bring it here first, it's better to let Felius check it." Dumbledore obviously thought of someone else instead of Sirius.

Then Professor McGonagall left with Hermione, Qiubai squeezed Severus' fingers, and quickly got up to catch up.Qiubai caught up with them on the marble steps in the foyer. When she saw Professor McGonagall's puzzled eyes, Qiubai said, "Can I follow to see?"

Then she leaned closer to Professor McGonagall's ear and whispered, "I think one of the two brooms came from me."

Professor McGonagall looked at Qiubai in surprise, and she said after a while: "Then come together, Miss Shire."

The three of them climbed up to the eighth floor together. In front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, Hermione finished saying "Christmas Mead" clearly, and the hole behind the portrait opened. Hermione walked in first, followed by Professor McGonagall and Qiubai.

This was Qiubai's first time entering the Gryffindor common room, and she had only seen it in Lily's double-sided mirror before.Harry and Ron were sitting in chairs by the fire, each holding a Firebolt (Harmony) bolt, staring at them, looking surprised.Hermione sat down at a trot, picked up a book and hid her face behind her.

"That's all, isn't it?" said Professor McGonagall, his eyes shining.She went to the fireplace and looked at the Firebolt (harmony) arrows in their hands. "Miss Granger just told me that someone gave you two broomsticks, Potter."

Harry and Ron looked back at Hermione.Her forehead exposed above the book was already red, and the book was upside down.

"Can you show me?" said Professor McGonagall.Without waiting for an answer, she took the gun from Harry and the others, and asked Qiubai to indicate which one she bought.

Qiu Bai took the broom with the jade ring in his hand, but he didn't take his eyes off the broom that was in Professor McGonagall's hand.She frowned as she watched Professor McGonagall examine the broom carefully from top to bottom.

"Hmph, no source at all, Potter? No card? No message?" said Professor McGonagall.

"No." Harry said flatly.

"I see," said Professor McGonagall, "well, I'm afraid I'll have to take this one away, Potter. As for that..." She glanced surreptitiously at Qiubai, "I know the source, so I can Stay here. I suppose you can use one hand?"

"What, what?" said Harry, standing up in a panic. "Why take it away?"

Ron also stood up in a panic.

"Must check to see if there's anything ominous," said Professor McGonagall. "I'm no expert, of course, but I dare say Mrs. Hooch and Professor Flitwick will disassemble it..."

"Disassembly?" Ron repeated.Seems to think Professor McGonagall is crazy.

"It's not going to be a few weeks," said Professor McGonagall. "If we're sure there's nothing ominous about it, we can return it to you."

"There's nothing wrong with it!" said Harry, his voice shaking slightly. "Honestly, Professor McGonagall..."

"You can't know what's wrong with it, Potter," said Professor McGonagall kindly. "Anyway, it's enough for you, isn't it? As for that, no one has tampered with it before we know for sure." In the past, it was impossible for you to fly on it. I will inform you at any time if there is any situation."

Professor McGonagall turned around and walked out of the hole of the portrait with the gun. Qiubai put the one in her hand in Harry's hand, and patted his shoulder: "Professor McGonagall is right, for your To be safe, we have to be a little more cautious."

Harry pursed his lips and said nothing, and Qiubai walked out of the portrait hole with a sigh.Professor McGonagall was waiting for her at the door, and turned around with the broom after seeing Qiubai, Qiubai quickly followed.

"Why did Miss Shire send something to Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"It may be difficult to explain, but I have to tell you, I am Harry's godmother." Qiubai said, "There are always strange things in the world, Professor McGonagall. Thank you for your transfiguration, which made me feel The atmosphere of Hogwarts students."

Professor McGonagall stopped and stared at Qiubai dumbfounded.

"Maybe you can ask Professor Dumbledore." Qiubai blinked and said, "Can you inform me of the results of this broom?"

Professor McGonagall nodded dully.

"Then I'll go first, Professor McGonagall."

Qiu Bai turned and left, she quickly went downstairs to the first floor, the auditorium was empty.She immediately went to the cellar, where Severus was brewing the potion, and the familiar smell told Qiubai that it was the wolf's poison potion for Remus.

"What happened?" Severus put the stir stick aside and walked over to Qiubai.

Qiubai pulled Severus to sit on the sofa, "Harry received two Firebolt (harmony) arrows, both of which were anonymous. Professor McGonagall suspects that Sirius sent them... In fact, there is no doubt, I think it must be It was sent by Sirius. Do you remember what someone said in the Quidditch boutique? Someone mail-ordered a handful with an owl, so it must have been made by Sirius. Sirius also went to watch the game where Harry had an accident. So he's near the school, in the Forbidden Forest? Or somewhere in the castle?"

"I think that man knows enough about this castle. After all, they like to wander around when they were in school. It is difficult for us to find out where he is." Severus said, "As for the mail order thing, it is difficult for the man himself Doing it means that someone in Hogwarts is helping him..."

Qiubai thought of Remus, but he didn't look like he was hiding Sirius.It is not necessarily through Remus that Sirius wants to mail order, it may also be that he has found a way to communicate with the owls in the owl shed, as an Animagus, this is also very possible.

Still elusive was Sirius' purpose.

Qiubai fell into Severus's arms dejectedly, "I can't figure it out, what is his purpose?"

"Maybe Azkaban tortured him insane." Severus put his arms around Qiubai, "He is not very good at first, and it will be even worse if he is tortured by a dementor. You'd better not stand Think about his purpose from the perspective of a normal person."

"Crazy, crazy..." Qiubai murmured, various possibilities flashed through her mind, and she sat up suddenly, "Peter Peruni is not here, is it? Sirius is looking for him? Then she shook her head again, thinking it was impossible, "If such a big person is at Hogwarts, it is impossible for Dumbledore not to know..."

"..." Severus didn't answer, he pushed Qiubai into his arms again.Qiubai flatly fell into Severus's arms, "Forget it." She said, "No matter what purpose he has, he will always show his claws. In the words of Hua Guo, when soldiers come to cover up water and earth, It's useless to think about it."

The pleasant holiday time passed quickly, and the new semester soon ushered in.Qiubai always saw Hermione in the library during this time, and she was alone, Harry and Ron were not around.Qiu Bai guessed that because of the broom, they had an awkward fight.

Harry and Ron had already tried to fly the broom given by Qiubai. They flew many laps on the empty Quidditch field, regardless of the wind and snow.

It was still cold in January, and Harry and the others spent the first day of the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class.To introduce the students to salamanders, Hagrid started a huge fire.And Qiubai just started the whole process, watching the students happily collecting dead branches and leaves to keep the fire going, what she had to do was to prevent some students from being burned.

After class was over, Harry came to remind Qiu Bai that he had taught him to resist dementors.

"Ah, it's like this, I almost forgot." Qiubai said, "I can't catch a real dementor, so I asked someone for help, and he might explain more to you then. .”

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Professor Lupine, his Defense Against the Dark Arts is very good. I'll ask him to help find a replacement for the Dementor. I'll ask him the exact time and I'll let you know, okay?"

"Yes, Miss Charles."

At noon, Qiubai found Remus. He had only experienced the pain of the full moon, and his expression was not very good.However, Qiubai was very concerned about what Qiubai asked him to do. It took him a lot of effort to find the Boggart that was used to replace the dementors. Finally, they set the time and place together for the history of magic classroom at eight o'clock on Thursday night. .This decision was also told to Harry by Remus.

At eight o'clock on Thursday night, Qiubai came to the History of Magic classroom early. Harry came first, followed by Remus. He brought a large bag and put it on the podium.Inside is a packing box, and there are still bangs from time to time.

In the following teaching process, as expected, it was more about Remus, and Qiubai was used as a display tool throughout the whole process, releasing a silver big horned deer for Harry when needed.

Finally, when it was Harry's turn to practice, Remus grabbed the lid of the packing box and pulled.A dementor slowly emerged from the box.Its hooded face turned towards Harry, and a glowing, scabbed, rotting hand clutched its cloak.The lights around the classroom flickered and went out.

The dementor walked swiftly and silently towards Harry, a bone-chilling chill sinking into his bones.Qiubai held his breath and looked at Harry. He raised his wand and shouted, "Guardian! Guardian! Guardian..."

But there was no silvery light coming from the tip of his staff, and he suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes open, but he seemed to have lost consciousness.Qiubai rushed over and shook Harry in his arms, "Harry, Harry!"

Harry shuddered, then regained consciousness, "Sorry." He sat up by himself.

"Are you okay?" Remus asked.

"It's okay." Harry barely sat down on a table and leaned there.

"Eat," said Remus, handing Harry a chocolate frog, "before we try again. I didn't expect you to do it the first time. Honestly, if you succeeded, I'd feel surprised."

"Have you heard your parents' voice again?" Qiu Bai asked worriedly.

"Hmm." Harry nodded and bit off the frog's head. "It's louder this time, and Voldemort's voice is also there."

"Should I choose another kind of memory, happy memory, I mean, another kind, and think about it with all my heart, the memory you just had doesn't seem strong enough!" Remus said.

Harry thought for a while, clenched his wand again, stood in the middle of the room, and continued to try, this time lying on the ground again.Qiubai said worriedly: "It's really not possible, let's give up..."

"No, I'm going to go on!" Harry said furiously, his face covered with tears, and he could imagine what terrible things he had heard before, "I have to do this! If we play Ravenclaw What if the dementors show up again? I can't fall anymore. If we lose the match, we'll lose the Quidditch trophy!"

"Look, Harry, maybe we should call it a day. The spell is too high, and I shouldn't be suggesting you go through it..." said Remus.

"No!" said Harry.He stood up again. "I'm going to try again, I'm not thinking about happy things, that's why I'm like this, I'm going to keep going!"

"Let's do it again, Remus," Qiubai said.

The third time was better than the first two, with a silver shadow emerging from the tip of Harry's wand.He fell down on the chair dripping with sweat, and Qiubai immediately handed him the chocolate.Over there Remus had forced the Boggart back into the crate.

"Excellent!" said Remus, striding over to where Harry was sitting. "Excellent, Harry! Surely it's a good start!"

"Can we try again? Just once?" said Harry.

"Not now," Remus said firmly. "You've had enough tonight."

Qiubai took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Harry's brow.Suddenly Harry seemed to think of something, he asked: "Miss Shire, if you know my parents, you must also know Black, right?"

Qiubai's hands stopped, and Remus also turned around.

"Why do you want to ask this?" Qiu Bai asked.

Harry didn't speak, just looked at Qiubai fixedly.

"Yes, I know," Qiubai said, "but I still have a lot of doubts about him. Maybe I can tell you when I find out. Now I know nothing like you, Harry."

"It's getting late, I think you should go back first." Remus said with a pale face.

Harry pursed his lips and looked at Qiubai for dozens of seconds before taking his leave.Looking at his back, Qiubai clenched the handkerchief in his hand, "You and I both know that Sirius did not betray us, so why is Sirius willing to be imprisoned in Azkaban?"

"I think he thinks it's his fault," Remus said softly. "He'll blame himself for proposing a change of secret-keeper at the last minute."

"Then why did he escape from Azkaban again?" Qiubai said.

"I don't know...I really don't know about this..." Remus covered his white forehead, "I don't know what he's thinking, I'd rather he come to me for help than hide alone. At least Let me know what he wants to do..."

The Boggart in the box was still banging against the box wall, the two in the classroom were speechless, Qiubai rubbed the space between his brows, "I'm going back first, goodbye, Remus."

"Goodbye, Charlotte...Charle."