[HP] If Dudley had a sister

Deborah didn't expect Harry to react so much.

She answered him honestly: Because she thinks Ginny is a good match for you.

"Why do you think I'm good enough for her?" He said sullenly at the time, sitting on the carriage with his head down, and the rain slid down from the cloak drop by drop.

Deborah didn't know how to explain it to him, because Ginny was the sister of one of his best friends, one of the members of the Weasley family who gave his family warmth, was his confidant, and had countless common topics with him ?She suddenly found that she couldn't tell Harry—because Ginny stood firmly behind you and helped you when you fought Voldemort in the future. At the end of the original book, the two of you were together and gave birth to many lovely children. One was even named after Professor Snape.

"When you grow up, you will understand that your sister has a good eye." In the end, Deborah used the words that adults often use to coax children.

Harry's expression grew even more sullen.

There was a strange and awkward atmosphere between them, at least Harry had provoked it unilaterally.

After Ron knew about it, he kept looking at Deborah with an extremely disappointing look.

Magic Eye Moody Under his thick dark gray hair, his face looks scarred, a large piece of his nose is missing, and it has the feeling of old rotten wood.In the imitation of the Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr., he feels more eerie than his appearance.

But this feeling faded a lot during the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, because there was Lupine, who was loved by the students, and he greeted Moody with a smile, and the latter responded stiffly with his wand.

Lupine looked healthier than in his third year, and he had new clothes for his Hogwarts professor's salary.

"I think you all know that this is Professor Moody, and will always be my assistant - I was his assistant in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff classes." Lupine smiled.

Moody said: "According to the instructions of the Ministry of Magic, I will teach you anti-magic skills, and then until the sixth grade, I will let you see what illegal poison spells look like, but Professor Dumbledore is right. You guys think highly of you and think you can handle it, my opinion is that the sooner you know what you're guarding against the better, but how do you protect yourself from something you've never seen? Put a jinx on you A wizard won't tell you what he's doing. He won't cast a friendly, polite spell on you in front of your face, and you've got to be on your guard, you've got to be vigilant."

Lupine stood quietly aside, presumably Dumbledore had said something to him.

Moody took out a glass jar with three huge giant spiders in it, and Lupine raised his wand: "Next, I will show you the first spell - Imperio."

The spider jumped down from Moody's palm on a thin silk thread, and began to swing forward and backward like a high shelf, it stretched out its legs stiffly, flipped backwards, the thread broke, and the spider fell on the table, and it began to look like a Spinning like a wheel, Moody flicked his wand and the spider reared up on two legs, no doubt doing a dab.

Everyone - except Moody and Lupine - laughed.

Compared with Moody's explanation, Lupine explained the dangers of the Imperius Curse to people more gently. Moody frowned. He felt that Lupine was too gentle - he didn't let the students get fear, the fake Moody really Death Eaters preferred to see people terrified by the Unforgivable Curses and the horrors they'd seen when they stood loyally beside their masters who committed atrocities.

"And then the second Cruciatus Curse." False Moody interrupted Lupine's teasing with the students at the end of his presentation, waving his wand again, pointing at the spider and saying, "—Crucio."

As soon as the words were spoken, the spider bent its legs towards its body, and it rolled, twisted violently, swayed from side to side, it made no sound, Moody waved his wand, and the spider began to tremble and jerk.

"Stop!" Hermione screamed.

Hermione spotted Neville's clenched fists on the table in front of him, knuckles white, and his eyes widened, terrified.

"Moody." Lupine said expressionlessly, and Moody stopped his movements.

Lupine softly comforted the terrified Neville afterwards, because Lupine strongly insisted that the final demonstration of the Unforgivable Curse was mainly based on oral descriptions.But Deborah later heard that Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had seen the entire class—Lupine didn't go to the class, and Moody alone dominated the entire class.

The assistant does not need to accompany him to class, this is the rule set by Dumbledore, but Moody will follow Lupine every class in order to observe Harry, or to attract Harry's attention.

Draco once laughed at Neville for this: "If there is no coward, we can complete the class." But in fact, not many students in the class would like to "appreciate" the Unforgivable Curses one by one.

Hogwarts soon welcomed new guests because of the holding of the Goblet of Fire. There was an atmosphere of pleasant anticipation in the school, and everyone was a little absent-minded in class.

In the early hours of the morning, Deborah stood alone in the hall, looking at the burning goblet.It's in the middle of the hall on top of the stool that usually holds the sorting hat.The floor around it was fished with a thin golden thread, forming a circle with a radius of ten feet around it.Because it was so late, no one noticed her, and even if there were, it was just some sneaky people trying to cheat her age.

In the quiet hall came the sound of "da da" footsteps from behind Deborah.

Deborah tilted her head. Dumbledore was wearing a dark purple robe covered with silver stars, and he bent his blue eyes: "Even if it's the Goblet of Fire, if you go back too late, you will be caught and locked up—"

"Are you going to deduct my college points?" Deborah smiled.

"No—" said Dumbledore, "except this time."

He took out an exquisitely crafted necklace from his pocket, it was shining silver and white, and the three pendants were inlaid with colorless gemstones—almost every gemstone was as pure and transparent as the cleanest soul.

Dumbledore put the necklace on Deborah's long, slender neck.

"……This is?"

"What you and your friends were curious about before, now I hope it will protect you."

Deborah blinked, stroked the necklace lightly, and said, "Ms Gray said she didn't have it...it's true..."

"Ms. Gray told me the storage address of the necklace out of kindness, on the condition that I made an oath with her - if anyone tries to covet Ravenclaw's treasures, I must stop and punish them." Dumbledore said with a smile .

"However, this necklace is life-saving, but it's still there..." Deborah hesitated.

"Because I can't save it, no matter who it is."

Deborah fell silent.

Dumbledore turned to say: "I want to ask you one thing - when you meet Tom, I hope you will be nice to him."

The beautiful girl opened her mouth in surprise, because she heard that the person she respected the most wanted to be nice to the person she hated the most.

"You'll see later," said Dumbledore kindly.

This is not right.

Deborah is not boasting. Her hatred was noticed by Dumbledore during the third week. In order to better implement her purpose, she worked hard to figure out the old man's psychology—although she still didn't figure it out in the end, but based on the original book , and can roughly guess his reaction to the matter.

Even if Dumbledore wanted to protect the heart of her little wizard, and didn't want to be burdened by killing people or trying to make someone uncomfortable, it shouldn't be this reaction.

If it was Dumbledore, the white wizard should only say "protect yourself" instead of "be good to Tom" to her.

This person can't be possessed by the Dark Lord or something!

Deborah felt a little frightened, but Dumbledore's eyes—those piercing, bright blue eyes—didn't look like the Dark Lord would have.

In the end, the blond-haired little witch could only nod submissively.

Dumbledore smiled, he said "good night", turned around and walked towards the door of the hall.The darkness seemed to engulf the old man. He walked forward slowly, with only the flickering candlelight on both sides.

In the quiet hall, Deborah only heard a long sigh from the old man.

After a while, it was Halloween, and the dinner seemed to last longer than usual. All the students stretched their necks to look around, showing impatient expressions, and stood up from time to time restlessly to see if Dumbledore had finished eating. Click to hear who has been chosen.

Deborah paid more attention to the exquisite food in front of her. When Dumbledore began to read the list, she subconsciously touched her necklace.

Hermione noticed her action: "Deborah, when did you have this necklace?"

"I've had it before, I just didn't bother to bring it." Deborah said.She ate another mouthful of her favorite lemon cake.

"It is for Hogwarts," cried Dumbledore, "Cedric Diggory!"

"No!" shouted Ron and Harry together, louder from the next table.Every Hufflepuff jumped up, screaming and stomping.Cedric grinned as he passed between them, stopping next to Deborah's place as he passed Gryffindor.He lowered his head and whispered in Deborah's ear, "Am I very powerful!" The hot air from his mouth penetrated into Deborah's ear, making her feel a little itchy.

"Good luck," she said cheerfully.

Hufflepuff whistled, and the Gryffindor trio looked even worse.

After Cedric finished speaking, he went to the room behind the teacher's desk. The applause for him continued for a long time. In fact, it took a long time for everyone to hear Dumbledore's voice.

The fire in the goblet turned red again.Sparks fly everywhere.Suddenly a long flame was shot, and on top of the flame another parchment burned.

Deborah smiled involuntarily, and when everyone was in shock, she sneaked out of the banquet under the pretext of being uncomfortable.

When they walked to the quiet corridor, the laughter in the hall seemed to stop abruptly.Deborah touched her necklace. Three weeks of experience allowed her to accurately perceive the change in time and space.

She felt the distortion of the surrounding things, she closed her eyes, and after a burst of dizziness in the darkness, she knew she had arrived.

——London, England, 1935.

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