[hp] Mr. Lion and Miss Griffin

Aurora and I originally planned to just destroy the quill so that it would not really cut the students' skin, and words would appear on the skin when writing, but the writing would disappear after stopping for half an hour. Umbridge, students don't feel pain from writing.

But now I think it's too cheap for Umbridge, and she's going to pay for what she said and did.

Aurora and I searched the books all night, and finally found a way to make Umbridge feel pain instead of the students when the students were writing, and the writing would not appear. Umbridge couldn't find any evidence, so he could only I thought it was my retribution for doing too many bad things.

But we also need her hair as the base for the spell to work.To be honest, it's kind of a curse, but I don't care, she shouldn't have shot at someone important to me.Aurora told me that even first-year children in the United States would do this, but the British Ministry of Magic is obviously too rigid. I know she didn't want me to have a psychological burden, but I am actually very clear about what I did.

On a sunny afternoon, I turned into a snow-white cat—my Animagus, which Aurora and I have used for nearly two years, and we only trained it last month— I know Umbridge's room is full of cat dishes, and she won't miss the chance to show her compassion with my beautiful cat.

She was just checking something with Filch, and the students were gathering around her, which worked to my advantage.

I walked up to her, "Oh! God, who's little angel is this?" She choked her throat and screamed.

The stubby hand lifted me up and made me hurt, so I said she didn't really like cats!I pretended to be obediently in her arms, and when I saw the right moment, I jumped onto her shoulders and plucked out a large bunch of hair.

She screamed and threw me away, and I immediately ran away by jumping far away.

"Filch! Grab it!" she yelled, but there were so many students around that it was not easy for him to run over.I ran into a corner, turned right away, and walked back, just in time to bump into Filch who was running.

"Have you ever seen a white cat run past here!"

"I think I did see it. It ran downstairs. What's the matter?" He didn't answer me, and ran downstairs after me. I turned around and saw Umbridge looking at me inquiringly. I acted as if nothing had happened. He walked past her and hid the hair he was clutching deep in his sleeves.Luckily she didn't stop me either.

Later I heard that she asked all the cat owners to bring their cats to her to find out whose cat did it, but of course she couldn't find out, even if she turned the castle upside down?

After taking the hair back to the dorm, we decided to spell all her quills for the night.

But before I could move, my aunt called me to her office.I was full of anxiety, thinking that my aunt knew about my Animagus, and she would tell me to register!But I think Sirius is right, it would be of no use if Animagus were known to the whole world, Hermione said she just took the fact that Rita Skeeter is a beetle Animagus Don't tell her to talk nonsense!

But when I got there, I realized that was not the case at all.

I pushed the door open to find Harry Ron, the twins and Ginny in the room, looking pale and tense.

"Evie." My aunt came over when she saw me, "Harry saw that Mr. Weasley was seriously injured, I thought... maybe you would like to go with little Mr. Weasley." I nodded sharply Well, of course I have to go, and while I still don't understand how Harry saw it, there will be time to figure it out later.

"How do we get there?" asked Fred worriedly. "Floo powder?"

"No," said Albus, "Floo isn't safe at the moment, the Internet is under surveillance. You need a Portkey." He pointed to the innocent-looking old teapot on the table. "Now we just wait for Phineas Nigellus to come back?? I want to make sure that there is no danger before sending you—" A fire appeared in the center of the room, leaving a golden feather floating lightly to the ground. "It's Fawkes' alarm," said Dumbledore, catching the feather. "Professor Umbridge must know you're both in bed?? Minerva, go and get her away—whatever the excuse—"

My aunt left, we listened to Albus's instructions, put our hands on the teapot, it was a familiar and unpleasant feeling, and then we fell into the familiar gloomy room.

Sirius walked over quickly, looking anxious.He was unshaven, still in day clothes, and smelled a bit like Mundungus of old wine.

"What's the matter?" He reached out and pulled Ginny up, "Phineas Nigellus said Arthur was seriously injured—" "Ask Harry," said Fred. "Yeah, I'd like to hear that too," said George.

Harry told us what had happened, but I looked into his slightly dodgy eyes and realized he hadn't said anything.

"Is mother here?" Fred asked, turning to Sirius. "She probably doesn't know yet," Sirius said. "The important thing is that you go before Umbridge interferes. I think Dumbledore is informing Molly."

"We're going to St. Mungo's," Ginny said anxiously, looking at her brothers, who were of course still in their pajamas. "Can you lend us some cloaks or something, Sirius—?"

"Wait, you can't rush to St. Mungo's!"

"Of course we can," said Fred stubbornly. "He's our father!"

"How do you explain that you knew Arthur was injured before the hospital notified the family?" "What does that matter?" George said fiercely.

"It's relevant, because we don't want to say that Harry can dream thousands of miles away!" Sirius said angrily. "You know what the Ministry of Magic will say about it?"

Fred and George looked like they didn't care what the Ministry would do.Then they got into an argument about the Order of the Phoenix.

"We don't care about any stupid Order of the Phoenix!" Fred exclaimed. "Our father is dying!" cried George. "Your father knows what he's up to, he won't thank you for messing up the Order of the Phoenix!" Sirius also became angry, "That's it - that's why you are not members of the Order of the Phoenix - you don't understand - some things are Worth dying for!"

"Easy to say, stay here!" roared Fred, "I didn't see your life in danger!"

"Fred," I said, "Calm down, we're all worried about Uncle Arthur, don't say that."

The only trace of blood on Sirius' face disappeared, and for a moment he seemed to want to punch Fred, but when he spoke, he was firm and calm. "I know it's hard, but let's all pretend we don't know, don't be impatient, at least wait until we hear from your mother, okay?" Fred and George were still not convinced, but Ginny walked to the nearest Sit down in front of the chair.The twins stared at Sirius for another moment before sitting down.

I sat next to George, and he put his head on my shoulder, and I stroked his hair while Sirius brought us a butterbeer, hoping we'd drink a little to ease the mood.

After a while, Aunt Molly's letter arrived.George tore it open and read, "Daddy's alive. I'm going to St. Mungo's now. Stay there and I'll get the news as soon as possible. Mom." George looked at everyone. "Alive??" he said slowly, "but it sounds like..."

It's been a long night, and no one wants to go to sleep, but there's nothing anyone can do but wait for good news or bad news, which makes everyone feel powerless.As the night wore on, Fred dozed off, his head slumped on his shoulder.Ginny curled up in the chair like a kitten, but her eyes were still open.Ron sat there with his head in his hands, unable to tell whether he was awake or asleep.George fell asleep with his head on my lap, and I took a blanket to cover him up, and flew another one for Fred, so lightly that I didn't wake them up.

"How is Aurora?" Sirius asked me softly.

"It's not bad, but I think if you keep going like this she won't be too good." I mean the fact that he's obviously drinking heavily.

"Well...you won't tell her, will you?" He felt a little guilty. "Not for the time being, but I think you will meet sometime? It's Christmas holiday in two days, are you ready to explain to her? She will definitely check your wine cellar." Sirius looked even more distressed .

It wasn't until after five o'clock that Aunt Molly walked in.She was very pale, but when everyone turned to look at her and Fred, Ron and Harry stood up, she gave a weak smile. "He's out of danger," she said, her voice weak and tired. "He's sleeping. We can see him together later. Bill's with him. He's off in the morning." Fred sank back into his chair. up, covering his face with his hands.George and Ginny stood up and walked briskly over to hug their mother.Ron gave a weak laugh and downed the rest of the Butterbeer, and I was relieved too.

Aunt Molly hugged me and Harry again, "Thank you for coming, Evie, good boy, and you, Harry, I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been for you, Arthur might have died in a few hours." It won't be discovered, and it will be too late. Thanks to you, he saved his life." She walked quickly to thank Sirius again.

I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast, and Sirius called Kreacher several times, but no one came.Aunt Mollie showed up quickly and kicked me out and told me to get some rest while she came to make dinner.

I pushed open the door, just as Harry and Sirius were about to say something together.

"Sorry, I'm going out now." I smiled apologetically.

"Wait, Evie, you can stay," Harry said to me, and then he gave us more specific details of the dream, in which he said he was the snake.

"Did you tell Dumbledore?" Sirius asked him. "Say," Harry said irritably, "but he didn't explain it to me, and he doesn't tell me anything now??" "I'm sure, if it's a serious matter, he will tell you."

I frowned: "Is this common? Do you often dream about these?"

"It's been happening more and more often lately, and the scars hurt too. I think I'm going crazy?? In Dumbledore's office, before we touch the Portkey?? I feel like a snake for a second or two, I Feels like a snake - when I look at Dumbledore, my scar hurts so much - I want to bite him - like something pops out of me, like a snake inside me -"

I know there is something wrong with Harry's soul, he is closely connected with Voldemort, Aurora and I came to this conclusion as early as the year when the Chamber of Secrets was discovered, especially after Albus told us some stories, We have a deeper understanding.But since a snake appears now, does that prove that this snake is connected with them?

Albus didn't tell Harry any of this, so I couldn't tell him about it either.

"What if I go bad?" he asked.

"Listen carefully to Harry, you are not a bad person, you are a good person, you just experienced some misfortunes, do you understand?" Sirius shook Harry's shoulders and Harry nodded.

"Also, the world isn't just good guys and Death Eaters. We all have a light side and a dark side. It's who we choose to be, and that's who we are. When it's all over, we'll be family." Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder and walked out.

"Want to go somewhere with me?" I looked at Harry.

I took him to the attic. There is a big terrace here. It is very cold in winter, but it is also very refreshing.

"I discovered it when none of you came. It's very suitable for thinking alone, right." I looked at him.

"You always get angry easily this semester. I thought it was puberty." He smiled guiltily. "It's okay, don't feel sorry, everyone has their reason burned by anger. I am no exception."

"But I see you're always so cool? Oh, maybe except last time." He was talking about the time Umbridge insulted my aunt.

"Yeah, guess what, I was like..." I stopped.

"Kill her?" Harry made a bold guess, and I chuckled.

"...Destroy her." Harry looked at me in surprise, and I quietly looked out the window. "You have to know how to destroy a person, not by killing him, absolutely not. Death is not the end of everything. There is always someone who dies with blood and a sincere heart before dying. To destroy a person, You are going to destroy everything she cares about and is proud of, making her miss, elusive, gained and lost. Fame, power, money, even magic. For some people, that is more terrifying than death, Right. Like Voldemort, if you let him spend the rest of his life as a Squib, it's going to be terrible, he will drive himself crazy."

"That sounds...very Slytherin." Harry swallowed hard.

"Actually the Sorting Hat asked me about it, and he said that I was also suitable for Slytherin, and asked me if I wanted to go. But my aunt is Gryffindor, so I asked him, can I go to my aunt, but It turned me down. So I chose Ravenclaw, my second big decision, the first being my great-aunt. Harry." I looked at him, "I know I can do that, It's totally possible. But I don't choose to. That would make me as ugly as Umbridge in soul." I walked up to him and put my hand on his chest. "I say this to tell you that I am not as beautiful as you see, and I also have my dark side. This only shows that we are all human, and human nature is complicated. Life is made up of stacked choices. , I don't choose to let my darkness take over me, and I know you won't either. I knew that boy the first time I saw him in Diagon Alley. If you're in trouble, your heart will tell you what to do Do."

"Thank you...Evie, really, thank you very much."

I smiled and nodded at him, ready to leave, but he stopped me. "But I don't think you will let her go easily?" He looked at me with a smile.

"Of course, we'll see." I winked back at him.

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Today is a big chapter. I’ve been so busy recently that I’m running out of manuscripts.