[hp] Mr. Lion and Miss Griffin

As Aurora said, I was indeed taken care of by Professor Slughorn, but I was even more taken care of in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.Although we had guessed this possibility, I still took a hard bite of bread when Albus announced in the Great Hall that Professor Snape would be Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Professor Snape showed a kind of gratification and complacency that his long-cherished wish has been realized, which is not obvious, but if you see a lot of his expressionless or mocking face, you can easily tell, and then he fell on me with evil intentions. And Harry's eyes are even more chilling.

This is my last year at Hogwarts, is there any need for so many disasters?

But I also have to say, he taught well.Although he could never change that eccentric and ironic tone.

"Silent spell, Miss McGonagall, I assume you can understand this word, then you will know that chatting with Miss Baker is useless for learning this spell, what you have to learn is to keep your mouth shut. "He brushed past me with a gust of wind, "Five points from Ravenclaw."

Sometimes I really want to give him a gag, or give myself a earplug?

Potions class was another scene, it was a world of fire and ice.Professor Slughorn seemed to regard us all as precious treasures, taking care of us and taking whatever we asked for.

As soon as we entered the Potions class that day, I smelled a familiar smell. I thought it was Professor Snape who finally couldn't bear me, and took George as a potion material to stew for revenge.

"Is it true that you can't think of anything useful in your mind all day long?" Aurora actually asked such words with a serious face?Oh, woman.I really don't love it anymore.

In the cauldron in front of Professor Slughorn was a pot of potion with the luster of mother-of-pearl, and the spiraling steam seemed to be still steamed.

"Come on, children, this is what we are going to learn today!" Professor Slughorn greeted us warmly.

"Well, who can tell me what it is, Miss Baker?"

"Love potion."

"Yes, yes, very well. Can you describe its properties, then?"

"It smells different from person to person, according to what each person likes best. I smell... cigarettes, old wine... roses, honey fudge."

"Mature man~" I took advantage of Professor Slughorn's constant praise of her and pissed her off, she rolled her eyes and didn't bother to talk to me.

Professor Slughorn promised us that whoever makes the best potion today will get a vial of his own Felix Felicity, which is kind of funny, and we're bound to get it.

Aurora and I got it after class naturally and smoothly.

"I heard that this stuff is not easy to boil, but it is very useful. Who would refuse a good luck. When will we have to study and boil it for ourselves." I fiddled with the small glass bottle, it looked Very beautiful, like molten gold.

In addition to this, there is another thing that has been bothering us recently. When Albus was speaking at the beginning of term, we noticed his palm.His right hand was black and dry, lifeless, as if it was completely dead.

"What happened to Albus's hand?" I didn't expect to get an answer, but Aurora's face was very serious.

"Curse." She whispered, her tone was extremely low, and the content of her words surprised me.

"Curse... um..." She reached out her hand to cover my mouth, motioning for me to talk about this later.

After we left the auditorium, she took me to a small room, and I couldn't wait to ask her: "What's going on? What curse?"

"I can't say it well. I just heard people in my family mention this kind of thing occasionally. It's very evil, very... deadly." She gave me a embarrassed look, and I felt coldness creeping down my lower back to my ears.

"Fatal... what do you mean?"

"This level of severity... it's probably only been a year." My knees gave way, but Aurora grabbed me quickly, my brain couldn't process what Aurora said, how could it be... that's Albus Dumbledore...how could he...

I never thought about the possibility that he would leave one day, even if he was late, I always felt that he would always be behind us, so majestic, so majestic, we can always rely on him.Aurora's words seemed to break my long-held beliefs.

"Is there any chance of redemption?"

"It's hard to say. Generally, it's difficult to solve at this level. I will try my best to study it." Aurora hugged me. I didn't want to think about anything, but countless thoughts haunted me.

No wonder Albus was starting to teach Harry alone, he had to grow Harry to the limit during the year.He will not be ignorant of the date of his death, he is a man who is good at strategy, he will not let his death be meaningless, we must always find out what his plan is.

It was late at night when we left the house, and there was a figure that shouldn't have appeared in the corridor that should be empty.

Malfoy walked in a hurry, as if he was looking for something, his whole body showed a kind of panic, and he was obviously even more panicked when he saw us.He tried his best to pretend to be calm and passed us by, and soon disappeared around the corner.This is even more abnormal, and it would be weird if he didn't come up to make trouble.

Mr. Malfoy has been imprisoned in Azkaban during the holidays. Aurora and I agree that this is the result of his failure to do a good job for Voldemort. Is this related to his strange behavior?It shouldn't be... the father's debt is paid by the son, right?

If not impossible, what human hope can we have for Voldemort?If he could really be merciful to underage subordinates, then Sirius' younger brother Regulus shouldn't be still alive.

Sirius rarely initiates references to his family, except for the one time we've heard him mention his brother.

"He's younger than me," Sirius said, "and I'm constantly reminded that he's a much better son than I am. Stupid idiot . . . he joined the ranks of the Death Eaters. From what I've learned since his death , he's in deep, and then he's terrified of what he's being asked to do, and he wants to quit. Well, you can't just hand Voldemort a resignation and call it a day. It's either life or death."

He tried to pretend he didn't care, but he could only deceive Ron. There was pain and sorrow in his eyes. After all, it was his brother who was connected by blood. For ten years, no one knew what happened between them.Have they had a night breeze on the terrace, had a snowball fight in the square, or had they quarreled over a piece of cake, and were respectfully dissuaded by Kreacher.

When Sirius was alone in a familiar yet strange house, what would he think of whenever he passed his brother's room?

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The long tables of this semester are not so crowded and lively. Many students have dropped out of school. Padma and her sister, who were Ron's dance partners in the prom that year, are about to be taken home by their parents, Heloise. Midgan has also dropped out.Every day the Daily Prophet will publish a new obituary. Everyone is afraid to see the names of their relatives and friends on it. Hannah Abbot of Hufflepuff saw her mother’s name on it a few days ago. After that, we will Never saw him again.

The wind and rain are coming, although everyone is trying to protect Hogwarts and make it untouched by the world like an ivory tower, but we can still feel the weight of the atmosphere. This is the last piece of pure land. It is not difficult to imagine that the situation has passed How serious is it.Albus has been away from school a lot lately, and his time is running out, so he must have a lot to explain.

Aurora's research is not going well, and she feels she needs to seek help from her family.She told me that her great-grandmother was very good at it, but that her family never wanted Aurora to have much contact with her since she was a black witch.

Not that there was any discrimination, but she was too dangerous, literally.Years of studying black magic prolongs her life, but it is hard to say what fateful curse has been placed on her, such as losing her husband and children.She also didn't want to bring disaster to her family, so she left the family early. She thought that if she didn't contact her, maybe nothing would be triggered, and everyone maintained a tacit understanding with each other.

I'm worried about Aurora, even if I desperately want to save Albus, I don't want her to take such a risk.Although she said that there would be correspondence between her family and that great-grandmother, but she seldom saw each other, I couldn't let it go, and insisted on asking me to write the letter on behalf of her. Laura.

Seeing my insistence, Aurora had no choice but to agree.