[HP] Born to be a pair

Over the course of a few weeks, the same root of fear grows with another strange feeling, full of jealousy, suspicion, and loathing for the protagonist.

Unfortunately, it couldn't be concealed or prevented, and Renee was almost dismissed just because she heard vaguely from the Death Eaters that "she seems to have a Death Eater relative trusted by You-Know-Who!" completely discarded.

The Carrows were brutal and vicious towards everyone, and students were often seen with wounds on their faces and bodies, with the exception of Renee Hawke.

It was as if the so-called Death Eater relative had given them an order: "Be nice to Renee Hawke!"

So they tried their best to ignore Renee's existence, maybe this was the beginning of a kind of goodwill for them.

But this exception makes Renee's situation even more embarrassing. All the good things she has done, such as healing her friends, standing up for strange classmates, and all the good things she has done, have been forgotten in the past few weeks because she was let go of punishment time and time again. .

Now she's just a "relative of the Death Eaters".

"I'd rather they tortured me to death now," Renee said, "than being let off again for being someone's relative."

Neville, Ginny and Luna stood by her side. They never listened to those foolish rumors. Even if someone with good intentions came to persuade her, they would only get a rude sentence: "Get out!"

Now that groups of more than three people are banned again, the Carlo brothers and sisters who are in charge of discipline received a suggestion from an unknown lady from the Ministry of Magic to imprison these free souls again with rules and regulations.

The four of them wanted to avoid other people's eyes and monitoring, so they could only rotate the meeting place from time to time - thanks to the fake Garen left by Hermione, everyone could come to the right place on time.

"We have to do something," Neville said gloomily, with a fresh gash on his jaw that would burst open if he opened his mouth. "We can't let this atmosphere go down day after day."

"You're right!" Ginny echoed. "Someone has to stand up and set an example, so that everyone can have some confidence."

"Their confidence has always been very high," Luna said lightly, "otherwise they wouldn't have mistakenly recognized the enemy, and they would have been happy with it."

She was crying out for Renee, venting the pressure of Renee being squeezed by the millstone and torn by the iron tongs at the same time.

"Fear and timidity made them blind," Renee said with a chuckle, facing the eyes of the three people, "but I did gain tolerance and freedom from it that didn't belong to me. They should hate me."

"Did you feel wronged in the lounge?" Ginny asked, and turned to look at Luna, who was also a Ravenclaw. cobweb.

"Wronged! Who among the people here has not been wronged?" Renee laughed loudly, "What's the difference between the grievances from Snape and the Carrow brothers and sisters, and the grievances from other students?

If I didn't care about the grievances brought about by these stupid Death Eaters, I wouldn't care about the grievances my dear classmates gave me! "

Ginny also laughed. She had just taken a punishment from Alecto Carrow a few days ago, and almost spit out the acid water, but she still didn't regret that she wanted to slander Muggle-born wizards. Sometimes, the act of defending them loudly.

Neville hadn't joined the team to comfort Renee because he could sense that Renee wasn't depressed or sad, and he felt ego and anger in her emotions—anger at the Death Eaters.

At this time, he thought of an idea, wanting to vent the anger and despair for the oppressed students, and awaken those who are depressed.

"We have to engrave our beliefs, the things we want to convey. The correct beliefs can lead us into the right path when we are in trouble." Neville thought for a moment and said to them, "Dumbledore's Army has to be restarted." .”

"But we don't have any extra coins." Luna stroked the bright Gallon. "We can notify those who are willing to return to Dumbledore's Army, but we can't tell those newcomers."

Neville raised his head and looked at them with bright eyes: "I have an idea, but I'm afraid you won't agree."

"Tell me! As long as it's a good idea, what can't you agree to?" Renee said.

"Tonight we meet at the gate of the Great Hall - that's the best place to leave our thoughts and slogans. Everyone has to go to dinner, doesn't it?"

"Of course, even the professors."

"So, let's meet there with the indelible ink pen, and I will inform you of the specific time in Galleon."

"Indelible ink pen!" Renee asked in surprise, "Is there such a thing?"

"Of course!" Ginny replied cheerfully, "It's a new product developed by Fred and George. They brought me a few, and I knew it would come in handy!"

It was the first time for Renee to participate in such a small leader's team, and she suddenly felt a faint sense of pride and joy.

They must spread their persistent thoughts to every corner of Hogwarts, leave the fire of hope in all directions, and wait for the most suitable opportunity to let these sparks gather together to cause a revolutionary fire.

As the night engulfed the fiery sky, two of the four leaders of Dumbledore's Army left first.

Leaving Neville and Renee sitting in place, bathed in the moonlight, looking at each other quietly.

"Do you hate her?" Neville asked abruptly.

Renee looked away from the gash at the corner of his mouth and looked straight into his calm, caring blue eyes.

"I don't hate her," Renee said, "she just tried to help me as much as she could."

"So, she really became a Death Eater?"

"Probably so, but I still believe her. Maybe other Death Eaters are shady villains, but she is definitely not. She must have been persecuted."

Judging from the attitudes of the Carlos and Snape, Renee probably guessed who the wizard recruited by the mysterious man was—Abigail Shafik.

Her aunt is not only talented in business, she was also a member of the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists. Even though she withdrew from the association because of avoiding Voldemort, this cannot erase her outstanding talents.

"They probably took her to prove my blood for me," Renee said sadly. "She could have hidden well... No one would find the mansion."

"But how should an unappreciated Death Eater order the Carlo brothers and sisters?"

The atmosphere was a little stiff, but Neville still looked into her eyes stubbornly, as if determined to wake her up.

"I'm assuming you're questioning that my aunt is a murderous witch, and that's why she's so respected by You-Know-Who?" Renee said coldly, but didn't get angry.

"I understand what you mean...Neville, it's just that you have never been in touch with her. She is definitely not such a person. A witch with a kind heart will not harm the lives of others."

Neville didn't speak anymore, and he didn't want to suspect Renee's aunt, but a witch who joined the Death Eaters had to guard against it.

So in the little time left tonight, they leaned against each other by the dusty window, let the moonlight and starlight splash on their backs, and enjoyed this quiet moment with complicated thoughts.

Back in the Ravenclaw common room, Renee counted on the gold watch on her wrist, and her bedroom was still a safe haven from unkind glances and mean discussions.

Although she once said that she didn't care about these people's opinions-but if she had a choice, she still wanted to avoid these things that made her feel bad.

Her good friends, Padma and Lisa, they believed her, but Renee unilaterally distanced them.

Because she didn't want to hurt the two girls, if she was already covered in mud, there was no need to smear the mud on others.

Seeing the pointer slowly moving towards [-]:[-] in the morning, the Garen that was pressed against his chest suddenly burned.

Renee jumped up from the four-poster bed, the velvet quilt slipped in front of her body, in the quiet atmosphere where other roommates were sleeping, she put on her cloak, stood on tiptoe and stepped on the carpet with snow-white fleece socks.

Without looking back, she slipped out of the bedroom with her wand in one hand and her moccasins in the other.

The corridors were patrolled at night, but usually it was Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris, or the professors, who had been forced to do so.

The Carrows are lazy characters, the only task that can make them diligent is to cast jinxes and curses on the students.

So they ordered the other professors to take night shifts to catch these disobedient brats, and then to write down the names of these idiots, and it was up to Amycus to punish them the next morning.

But for some reason, during the journey from Ravenclaw Tower to the entrance of the auditorium, Renee didn't meet a single professor, not even Filch and Mrs. Norris.

When she came to the door of the auditorium, Neville and Ginny had already started writing on the wall, and Luna followed behind them, holding up a pen and thinking about what to write.

"Come on," Neville threw the extra permanent ink pen in his hand to her, "write whatever you want, and write everything you want to tell everyone!"

The sound of their writing was very quiet, with only a small rustling sound, but after Renee thought for a while, when she pressed the nib of the pen against the wall, she suddenly felt a bustling sound coming from all around.

The words lingering in her mind seemed to be read out by countless people, and these deafening roars turned into ink flowing from the tip of the pen, deeply imprinted on the walls and gates.

"Don't let freedom and love wither," Neville walked behind her and read softly. "You write so well."

"What did you write?" Renee pursed her lips in embarrassment, "Let me take a look."

"There's no thought-provoking reason," Neville touched his nose, and followed her. "I thought, at least let the children in the lower grades understand."

He had written "Dumbledore's Army is still recruiting!" in a round and wide font, and because of his height, the line took up half the wall.

Ginny wrote "Helping a free Harry Potter is rebellion!" She writes Harry's name very sharply.

Luna wrote "Hear Harry! Watch out for the Hooks and Harass Gadgets!"

"What does it mean to listen to Harry?" Renee asked softly on the way back to the common room.

The other two also looked at Luna with puzzled eyes.

"That's a secret word," Luna replied happily. "The last time my dad and I adjusted the radio at home, trying to hear some news about Heliopa, we found a channel that didn't exist."

"Channel that doesn't exist?"

"Oh right, we found the channel, it's not 'non-existent'!"

"What channel is this?" Ginny pressed.

"It's called Potter's Lookout," Luna said, looking at her with big, protruding eyes. "There are a lot of things about Harry, and You-Know-Who and Death Eaters!"

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