[HP] Born to be a pair

On the last Sunday in May, a thick milky fog still rolled over Hogwarts Castle.

The huge bronze clock on the astronomy tower had already struck three times, which meant that it was time for sleep. The only people who could move around the school corridor were the janitor Argus Filch and his beloved cat, Mrs. Norris.

In the humid, dark night, as quiet as usual, the dark headmaster's office suddenly turned on a light.

The soft golden light shines through the diamond-shaped panes to illuminate the mottled and time-worn exterior walls, and awakens a blackbird on a branch by the window. Strings of water droplets flew away from this restless place.

"How is it?" Dumbledore's voice came from the window, and through the blurred light and shadow of the window, he could be vaguely discerned that he was not the only one in the room.

"It is currently impossible to confirm what that thing is," Snape replied, "but I have heard that there is indeed some kind of mysterious treasure that he personally handed over to Bellatrix and put it in her vault. "

"That's enough," Dumbledore said lightly. "So, how much does she care about the treasure?"

"Looks like she doesn't care, but there's no guarantee she's had a private encounter with those goblins at Gringotts."

Dumbledore didn't speak anymore, but stared closely at the black notebook in his hand through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his crooked nose, and slowly turned to the next page.

He was sitting behind the writing desk, and the scorched crown fragments were faintly revealed in the open drawer at hand, the scorched black color was like his right hand.

"You really trust that girl?" Snape asked suddenly. "She's just an ordinary sixth grader, maybe her grades are good, but I don't think her words can be trusted completely."

"Yes, Severus," Dumbledore looked up, looking at him with wise blue eyes, "as far as I know later, there was indeed a Shafik who applied for a time manager from the Ministry of Magic, and It has not been returned yet.

There are also unnamed girls hiding at home. Although they try their best to conceal it, there will always be some clues to expose the situation. "

"But what does that have to do with the Dark Lord's treasure?" said Snape, "and the snake—you still won't tell me this information? After I've spied for you and made up lies for you! "

"I don't want to keep all my secrets in one basket, especially one that hangs on Voldemort's arm a lot of the time."

"I did as you ordered!"

"You have done an excellent job. Don't think that I underestimate the danger you are constantly in, Severus. Only tell Voldemort the information that seems valuable, and keep the most important information in the bottom of my heart. I only I can give it to you."

Snape stopped asking, and turned to another topic bluntly: "The curfew time has been extended, and the management is stricter than before. Some students asked how long this situation will last."

"Not too long, not too long." Dumbledore returned his eyes to the notebook in his hand, and said in a flat tone, "Wait--wait until June, maybe the first ten days, maybe the middle ten days."

After an unknown amount of time, the lights in the office went out again, and the bells on the tower four times came from the mist, and then eight ringing chimes rang throughout the June morning.

The students all got up, packed their schoolbags and textbooks after washing, and went to the auditorium to have breakfast one after another, starting a day of hard study.

Renee just finished her second Apparition exam last week, and she lent her last year's OWLS materials and notes to Luna when she came back—she was the OWLS year this year.

She gladly accepted Renee's offer, and asked if she could lend Ginny the note too.

"We made an appointment to meet at the library tonight," Luna said softly. "Although she also has Hermione's information, I think we can fill in the gaps."

Naturally, Renee had no reason not to agree. She liked Luna and Ginny as well. After experiencing the trip to the Ministry of Magic with them, she already regarded them as companions in her heart.

And for some reason, she has been feeling weirdly uneasy since she got up today, especially after being able to clearly notice the anxious looks on the faces of the professors, she felt more and more indescribably anxious and lonely.

After a nightmarish afternoon of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts, Renee finally found joy in a short date with Neville.

She noticed that Neville always put the Gallon he had originally DA close to his inner jacket, and if he was in class outside, he would put it in the shape-shifting lizard skin bag.

"Do you still have it?" Renee lay on his chest, fiddling with the fake Galleon that shone in the dusk, "It hasn't called us for a long time."

"During those days at the DA, I was really happy," Neville didn't deny, and at the same time held her hand, "Everything we did, against the Ministry of Magic or against You-Know-Who, it's so amazing." Miss it!"

Under the fiery red sun, Renee's cheeks were flushed, and with her other hand, she took out another identical fake Galleon from her robe, and stuck it together with his.

"I still have mine - I was thinking, when this is all over, we can make a picture frame and mount them all on the wall near the fire..."

"On the wall near the fire in 'our house', isn't it?" Neville's blue eyes, reflecting the orange-red sky, were fixed on her face.

This topic started from the last similar wedding cake, but Renee seemed to avoid it every time.

The strangest thing is that in their conversations, one can always hear Renee's imagination about the future, and Neville's shadow will never be missing in it, and when Neville greets her, she will quickly change the subject .

Renee doesn't know why, but isn't it weird to ask someone who never had a future to dream of a bland, happy future?

"Renee Hawke! Miss!" A shrill voice came from behind the tree, startling the two people who were close to each other, and immediately sat up from the grass.

"I'm sorry, Mr. and Miss, Spot...Damn it for disturbing them!" Under the eyes of the two, a timid house-elf came out from behind the tree, wearing clean and tidy clothes, with a Hogwarts logo.

The big house elf named Spot had tears in her big eyes, as if she was desperately restraining herself, she whispered to Renee, "Miss! There is a foreign elf asking to see you! She said her name is Sneff."

Sneff?How did she come to Hogwarts?Could it be—is there something wrong with Aunt Abigail?

Renee's complexion changed, and after a hasty farewell to Neville, she followed Spot to the kitchen. As soon as she stepped through the door, she found that the atmosphere here was not as relaxed and cheerful as before.

"What is your purpose!" A few elves surrounded Si Neff, cursed her in a vicious voice, and stared at her luxurious and exquisite tight-fitting dress with strange and disgusted eyes.

"She's wearing such a nice dress!" said one of the elves viciously. "It must be the same as... what a shame!"

"Let go of me! You don't understand anything!" Sneeff yelled loudly, waving his fist and knocking the elf on the left to the ground, "Sneeff is not the elf who betrayed the master!"

"Enough! Enough! Stop!" Seeing the elves fighting together, Renee was startled and angry, and hurried forward to stop their actions, "I know her, I know Sneff! She is here Find me!"

But when they saw Renee approaching, the remaining elves stopped, apologized to her with low eyebrows, and then rushed away.

"Miss Renee!" Sneeff greeted him in surprise, "Sneeff finally met Miss Renee... Fortunately, I have followed the hostess to Hogwarts, otherwise I would not be able to enter..."

"What did you come to see me for?" Renee looked around vigilantly, and pulled her thin arm out of the kitchen. "Is there something wrong with my aunt?"

"No, the mistress is fine—for the time being!" Sineff handed her a letter worriedly, "This is the letter that the mistress asked Sneff to hand over to you, now she can no longer trust the owl... Just let me deliver the letter."

Renee didn't have time to ask why, and hurriedly opened the letter from Aunt Abigail, almost reading the text above ten lines at a glance.

Ever since she hid in the country mansion with the Fidelity Curse, she asked Anna and Snef to pass on any news from outside.However, Anna recently brought bad news—Elizabeth Shafik, Abigail's aunt, Renee's aunt, took all her property and relatives to join the Dark Lord.

"I don't know what that old woman is thinking," Aunt Abigail wrote, "but fortunately she doesn't know you exist, and now I will reduce my contact with the outside world, including you, so please do Don't mention your relationship with me to others. Otherwise, they will definitely find you for me..."

"I will definitely do it," Renee said immediately, and she lit the paper with her wand, watching the yellowish parchment turn to ashes in the air, "Sneeff, I don't have time to reply to her now, please bring me Let’s go back——I will never reveal anything, and I ask her, as well as you and Anna, to be safe!”

Sneeff's eyes were filled with tears, sobbing and wiping away the tears and snot with her torn dress, she nodded with sobs, then turned around in a circle and disappeared with a "boom".

The bell rang again, reminding the students to hurry back to the lounge before the end.

The kitchen was quite a distance away from the Ravenclaw Tower. Even though Renee ran to the lounge panting with her robe in hand, she inevitably felt flustered in the silent environment.

She could hear the footsteps of patrols in the corridors around her. There were more patrols tonight than before, and the patrol locations were denser—more faces she didn't recognize.

Fortunately, it was only one floor away from the Ravenclaw lounge. Renee speeded up, tried her best to keep running quietly, and ran all the way back to the lounge door.

"How to prove that something exists?" The bronze door knocker asked in an ethereal voice.

"think--"

Renee's brain was running fast, but before she could answer, the door was suddenly opened, and a girl with disheveled, dirty blonde hair was rushing out, bumping into Renee.

"Ouch!" Renee yelled, quickly got up from the ground, and helped Luna up, "How are you, Luna...where are you going?"

"DA is calling! Harry and the others need us!" Luna ignored the dust on her body, her eyes lit up when she saw Renee, and she grabbed her wrist, "I'm going to the Gryffindor lounge to meet them !"

Renee's heart tightened, and she took out the familiar fake Galleon from the robe - sure enough, the golden Galleon was heating up, and the number on it had changed to ten o'clock this evening, which is the current time.

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The night is finally here