[HP] Born to be a pair

Their conversation lasted for a long time that night, and Dumbledore seemed more urgent than usual, and he asked many detailed questions about the various events in the notepad.

"Where did they enter the school from?"

"Aberforth's bar—I mean, your brother, who has been helping us through difficult times. There is a portrait of a young girl in the bar, and through the portrait, the House of Requirement and the Pig's Head Bar can be connected."

Hearing Aberforth's name, Dumbledore fell into a rare silence, but after hearing Renee mention the portrait, his expression didn't seem to change, but revealed a kind of indifference for no reason.

He didn't ask further questions, perhaps to get enough details.Renee, on the other hand, was a little dry because she talked too much. She held up the faintly golden flagon and filled the mead again for Dumbledore and herself.

"Can I have a drink with you?" Renee asked.

These words awakened Dumbledore who was in deep thought. He raised the wine glass with his left hand, and a faint smile appeared on his face again.

"Of course, Renee," he said softly, "I need a toast."

"Let's toast to the future." Renee said, reaching out to collide with his glass, and then drank it up.

Before leaving, Renee lowered her head slightly, her fine brown hair blocked her eyes and prevented her from staring at Dumbledore's right hand that was always placed under the table.

"Did you know the news of your death long ago?"

Judging from Dumbledore's various performances—maybe he didn't bother to cover up in front of a blank Renee—but his contempt and relaxation of death still made her aware of something.

It might have something to do with his right hand that he kept hidden all the time, and at this time Renee finally recalled the right hand she had seen at the opening dinner—blackened, dry, and lifeless.

Dumbledore didn't answer, he was still smiling, maybe he didn't want to deceive Renee, but he didn't want to answer the question.

"You have already learned of your own death, and you also know that the murderer will be Snape," Renee said sharply, "Excuse me, Professor, does all this have something to do with your right hand?"

"Maybe it's related, maybe it's not." Dumbledore finally answered, "But this matter can't be revealed to anyone else, not just you, Renee."

His expression was very serious, and he said seriously: "Including the future you have seen, it is best not to let anyone know."

"Including Harry?" Renee asked. "I thought he knew everything you told me about your death."

For her sharp question, Dumbledore did not express any anger or discomfort. He looked at her with tolerance as always, and now with a little appreciation.

"Yes," he said, still smiling, "and not to Harry either."

"So, what do I need to do?" Renee asked eagerly, "Only the two of us know that I can do things that are inconvenient for you."

"Ah, Renee, I only have one mission for you."

"What is it?"

"Enjoy your youth to the fullest," his bright blue eyes blinked at her through the half-moon glasses, "after all, you don't have a chance to do it all over again now."

After Filch escorted her back to the Ravenclaw common room - at Dumbledore's orders, both she and Filch seemed very reluctant, and the two quickly separated through the battered door panel, as if for another second The clock will be bitten by the strange little flying insects on the other side.

She left the black leather notepad in Dumbledore's hands, knowing that his tactful refusal was not purely for her to enjoy this peaceful school life.

—Dumbledore didn't trust her.

This is not surprising, the student who has been silent for several years seems to have suddenly gained the ability to travel through time and space, and she is not someone Dumbledore knows well enough.

He didn't gain full trust but made Renee more convinced that he was a great wizard worthy of entrustment and quite responsible.

And in a brief confrontation with Dumbledore - which she considered an confrontation - Renee had a deep appreciation for his watertightness and his amazing ability to respond and understand.

From this point of view, there is a bigger mystery that she has never learned about Dumbledore's charred and withered right hand, what Harry and others will look for in the future, what happened when Harry went to the principal's office regularly, and the group How Death Eaters got into school.

As soon as Potions class ended the next day, she immediately blocked Hermione and Ron who were about to split up. Both of them looked very angry, and they seemed to be shocked by Harry's excellent performance in Potions class. unclear.

"Hello," Renee hurriedly stopped in front of them with her textbooks in her arms. "The weather is really nice today, isn't it? Why are you two alone? Where is Harry?"

"Don't know," said Hermione stiffly, "maybe still later."

Ron snorted gruffly: "What are you looking for him for?"

"Professor Dumbledore still has something to explain to him, and he didn't finish it last night," Renee said calmly,

"You should all know, right? I went in as soon as he came out of the headmaster's office yesterday—Professor Dumbledore was going to call him back then."

"You also know?" Ron was very surprised, and even forgot to be angry, "You should have told him earlier, he must have asked Slughorn by now—"

Hermione bumped him hard suddenly, and said to Renee, "He'll be out later, just tell him."

Then, as if seeing Professor Slughorn appearing, she pursed her lips and left angrily.

And Ron was still angry with Harry, and he didn't wait for Harry, he skipped Renee upstairs with his schoolbag on one shoulder, and didn't even say goodbye.

The third angry person passed by Renee. It was Professor Slughorn, whose face was full of sweat and anger and panic. He didn't seem to see Renee standing here, holding a dragon skin official document. Bao left in a hurry.

Behind him was a sullen Harry pacing slowly.Renee thought for a moment, and walked up to him with a natural attitude.

"Hey, Harry—" she first congratulated him on his excellent performance in Potions class, and then said, "—as Dumbledore expected, you failed."

"What?" Harry suddenly became annoyed and surprised at the same time. "What didn't he expect?"

"Professor Slughorn is very vigilant," Renee said slowly, her eyes scanning his changing face. "Professor Dumbledore wanted me to tell you not to startle the snake."

"Yeah, it's a pity you reminded me too early," Harry said, "before I asked, he lost his temper for no reason."

Renee heard the sarcasm in his tone, but she didn't pay attention to it at all. Instead, she said with a smile: "It's okay, Harry. He won't be angry for this forever. You can also check other channels during this period."

"It's hard to say, where should I find magic that even Hermione doesn't know?"

"Maybe I can help," Renee said softly, "Don't forget, I'm from DA, too."

But Harry still kept his guard on the matter, even though Renee hinted that he had learned everything from Dumbledore, he still refused to reveal more details to her.

"I'm sorry, Renee," he said apologetically, "I can't ask you for help with this matter. This is a task assigned to me by Professor Dumbledore."

Compared with his enigmatic mission, Renee's mission seemed much easier—after all, he just needed to enjoy the moment, and no one would say it was a bad mission.

But she is not satisfied, because after a person learns a lot about the future, the usual choice is either to change or let nature take its course.

Renee never chose to go with the flow for the future.

"Okay," she said, turning cold. "By the way...remind Ron not to drink—anything."

Harry stared at her incomprehensibly, but Renee said nothing else, walked past him and walked upstairs.

"Oh, Apparating is so hard," Neville complained.

He wasn't the only one complaining, as we entered February and the sixth graders had their first Apparition lesson.

Headmaster Dumbledore deliberately removed the anti-apparition spell from the auditorium so that the students could practice here.

But the first class was not as fun and easy as everyone imagined. On the contrary, it was so difficult that people wanted to cry.

This spell is an extreme test of the wizard's concentration and imagination. It requires full concentration, arouses the greatest determination, and lets the desire to move flood every part of the body-especially the smallest part.

The last step seems to be the simplest, but it is also the simplicity that can only be reflected after the first two points are achieved, that is, the wizard needs to rotate in place, and the movements are calm and easy, so that he appears to blend into the void.

No one can do all three in the first class, and neither does Renee - she seems to have never taken the Apparation Charm, because she never got out of the school full of counter-curses, so she simply gave up on it Subject.

But it was different now, the perfect Apparation spell would be very useful in her future, and she was very confident about it.

"I seem to feel numb all over my body," Padma said excitedly, rubbing her arms, "I feel that the next class will be a success!"

"I haven't felt anything yet," Lisa said gloomily. "Hopefully next time I'll be like Susan Burns—if only one leg goes in!"

"Three D's...goal, determination, calmness..." Neville followed behind Renee, muttering with empty eyes.

She was lowering her head and fastening the cloak, and she couldn't help being a little annoyed when she heard the words that lasted the whole class, so she reached out and interrupted him.

"Stop thinking about it, Neville," Renee said. "It's no use practicing even if you want to now, the counter-curse is back."

"Hey, I know," Neville sighed, "but it's never a bad thing to memorize more."

"Relax—do you want to go to the eighth floor?"

The dense three D's in Neville's mind disappeared in an instant. He looked around in a panic, and found that Padma and Lisa had already left, and Renee was staring at him with a half-smile.

"I..." His cheeks were flushed, and he stammered, "I was planning to go back to the dormitory first and take a shower..."

"I guess it's not that hard to ask for a bathroom, is it?" Renee put her arms around his shoulders and slowly raised her face towards him.

Strands of brown hair slid from behind her ears, resting just beside her raised eyebrows, accentuating her aggressive dark green eyes with hooks.

There was a faint, charming smile on the corner of her lips, which attracted all of Neville's attention - his concentration must be stronger at this time than when he was practicing Apparation just now.

For some reason, when Neville regained his senses, he found himself carrying Renee all the way up to the eighth floor - and he didn't feel tired at all.

"Wait a moment...wait a moment..." Renee whispered in his ear, spraying her warm breath on his reddened ears, "There is someone in front."

She jumped off Neville's back, grabbed his wrist vigilantly and hid in the corner of the corridor, using the wall and armor to look around the Room of Requirement.

And there stood two bored men, tall, stocky, goofy-looking--Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle of Slytherin!

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