HP through the autumn

The students who finished their exams walked out of the castle. Today's weather is excellent, the sun is hanging slantingly in the west, and the sky is slowly starting to turn orange.

Qiu, Laurie, and Marietta were sitting on the grass by the lake, leisurely watching the giant octopus in the black lake showing its tentacles on the water surface.

"It feels good not to have an exam." Laurie leaned back and lay flat on the grass.

Qiu squinted his eyes and looked at the sparkling lake water: "I'm so tired, and now my mind is full of all kinds of history about goblins and trolls. If only I could fly around the Quidditch field a few times on a broom .”

Maybe relying on the strong centripetal acceleration, she can shake out all the stories of goblins and trolls in her mind, lest her head be squeezed and exploded.

The three of them were lying on the lawn, drowsy, enjoying the relaxing time after the exam.

"Hey, Cho, how did you do?" Roy Barber's figure emerged from the bushes.

"No, Roy!" she wailed, "Let me forget about the exam, at least for today."

Roy: "Well, I'm actually here to ask you and Laurie, what's the third project?"

"The maze," she replied. "Warriors need to go into the maze, and the first one to find the trophy is the champion."

"The maze is full of all kinds of magical creatures and traps." Laurie added, "For example, the various creatures that Hagrid showed us can eat people, bite people, and scratch people."

"Cool!" said Roy. "Cho, by the way, I think we're both back to our prefect duties today."

"Oh my God! I'm still a prefect?" She closed her eyes, feeling the sunlight shining on her eyelids, "I've forgotten all about it, I just focus on reviewing these days, and don't care about anything."

"Me too," Roy said, "but Ravenclaw's underclassmen are much better than Gryffindor's, and even if neither of us did anything, they didn't make a fuss."

Autumn: "If Ravenclaw had a pair of Weasley twins, I would go crazy. Professor Flitwick would definitely call us two over every day to ask why Ravenclaw was deducted points again. But as other The Academy students, those two are just so lovely."

Roy: "They're really interesting."

He went back into the bushes to find other people who would answer with him.

That night, Qiu finally thought of her boyfriend whom she had neglected for a long time.They hadn't spoken for a long time except to say hello.

"Harry, do you have any plans for tonight?" She walked towards the Gryffindor table.

Harry thought for a while: "Hermione and Ron plan to practice some useful spells together in preparation for the third project."

"You can ask Cho to tutor you," Ron said to Harry immediately, "so Hermione and I can do our homework."

He looked at Hermione in a good mood, knowing that she would definitely agree to the proposal.

Hermione nodded along.

"So it's settled?" she asked Harry.

Harry had no reason to refuse.

After Cho left, the three of them continued with their dinner.

Hermione: "I guess you won't practice a single spell tonight."

Ron: "I guess you came back tonight with lipstick on your face again."

Harry accepted the teasing of the two friends in a good mood, anyway, before the two of them got together, he still had a lot of opportunities to watch the fun.

He secretly jotted it down, waiting for Ron and Hermione's love story to be officially staged before writing it off.

Harry and Cho were once again in the Room of Requirement, and things like practicing spells had long since been forgotten.

The Room of Requirement was exactly the same as it had been in Harry's previous practice, with cushions at one end of the room.Harry had knocked Ron out a dozen times, but only a few times had he landed on the cushion.

"How have you been?" she asked, leaning on Harry's shoulder as they sat on the cushions now.

Harry: "It's not bad, I don't have a final exam anyway. I do my homework every day and practice spells with Ron and Hermione."

"So nothing out of the ordinary happened?" she pressed.

After hesitating for a while, Harry told her the truth: "During the divination class, I had a nightmare. I dreamed of Voldemort."

He was surprised to find that she didn't have much fear of him saying the name directly, unlike Ron who would ask him not to call Voldemort by his name every time he heard the name, but frowned deeply. brow.

"What did you dream he was doing?"

"I dreamed that he scolded Wormtail, punished him with Cruciatus, and was going to feed him to the serpent, but then the owl brought him good news and made him so happy that he decided to... feed me For the snake." He thought back with horror.

She was silent for a while, then grabbed his hand reassuringly and held it together.

"Any more?"

"I went to Professor Dumbledore to tell him about the dream, and in his office I read a memory of him. Do you remember the last time we discussed about Barty Crouch impersonating Professor Moody? Barty Crouch Sr.'s son, Barty Jr., was a Death Eater, and he was tried by his father and imprisoned in Azkaban." Harry recalled seeing that day when he kept begging his father to let him go. The young boy, and the crazy Longbottoms, couldn't tell whether they felt more sympathy or loathing.

"One more thing. In Professor Dumbledore's memory, Karkaroff said that Snape was also a Death Eater."

She sorted out the information she got, pretending to be shocked and murmured: "Unbelievable."

"Professor Dumbledore wouldn't tell me why he trusted Snape," said Harry. "He said it was between the two of them."

"Anything else unusual?"

Harry thought about it again: "When I have nightmares, the scar hurts and burns."

She touched the scar on Harry's forehead with her hand, gently.

"You don't have to worry about hurting me," Harry laughed, "normally the scar doesn't hurt at all."

She looked intently at the scar, imagining the fragment of Voldemort's soul stuck to Harry's within.

"There's a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time," said Harry, suddenly reminded of something, "When we reunited in first year on the Hogwarts Express, why weren't you surprised at all when I heard my name?" ?While I find everyone's reactions ridiculous, everyone, including Ron, when they first met me..."

He imitated Ron's tone when he met him: "Are you really Harry Potter? Do you really have that scar?"

"Maybe it's because I just can't believe a one-year-old can beat that guy?" she replied with mock ease.

Harry: "Then you are full of wisdom. There are still many wizards who think that I defeated Voldemort."

Qiu: "One-year-old you beat him? By spitting at him?"

They both imagined a one-year-old Harry naively spitting at Voldemort, and then Voldemort fell weakly with a whimper, feeling shuddering.

"Let's not talk about these things, let's practice." She said, pulling Harry to stand up from the cushion, "What spell do you and Ron plan to practice today?"

"Iron Armor Curse."

"Oh, I know this," she said. "How far have you learned?"

"Just started," said Harry.

"Have you learned all the principles? Including gestures and spells?"

"Yes."

"Then you have a try."

She hits Harry with the Petrifying Charm after he says "Armor for protection".

She pinched Harry's hard face: "It seems that this time it didn't work."

After helping Harry break the spell, they started a new round of practice.

Perhaps because he wanted to show his strength in front of his girlfriend, Harry learned quickly, and he was able to resist her petrification curse in a short time.

Looking at the spell being bounced elsewhere, Harry said excitedly, "It seems I succeeded."

"You're very gifted at this, Harry," she said. "I was practicing for a week."

Harry ruffled his hair, trying to appear humble, but couldn't help but feel joy inside.

Qiu: "Oh, Harry, don't hide it, the corners of your mouth are going to be grinning to the sky."

They both laughed out loud at the same time.

Two days before the third project, Qiu couldn't bear the entanglement in his heart and stood at the door of the principal's office again.

When she got to the door, she realized that she still didn't know the password of Headmaster Dumbledore this time. She turned around, babbled about some possible passwords, and made up her mind to go to Professor Flitwick if she didn't succeed within 10 minutes. Ask for a password.

"Bibi Multiflavored Beans!" she shouted to the stone beast without hope.

The stone beast didn't move, but spoke instead: "Didn't you come to guess the password with that boy today?"

"No," she said, "sizzling honey!"

"Not this." The stone beast said, "You two broke up?"

"Nonsense," she retorted. "Cockroaches!"

Stone beasts jumped to the sides, and the walls cracked open.

Qiu was very surprised: "I just guessed casually, but I didn't expect it to be this."

She slowly walked up the steps. The walls and stone beasts at the door made it impossible for her to knock. Would it be more polite if she knocked on the handrail of the stairs?Or will it be more like a neuropathy?

"Miss Zhang, I didn't expect to see you today." Dumbledore stood waiting for her at the end of the stairs, and his shiny blue robe lit up the entire office.

"Sorry, sir, I'm just a little worried," she said hesitantly, "I'm worried about Harry, and the other contestants, can you really give them some Felicia?"

She tentatively made this unreliable suggestion again, and suddenly began to worry that the Felicia would allow Harry to successfully avoid Voldemort's taking his blood, so that the piece of soul on his forehead would be difficult to remove.

"Because this is a competition held by the Ministry of Magic, and two other schools of magic are involved," said Dumbledore, "I cannot get the contestants to drink Felicia. But we will have some other means to Keep the players safe, especially Harry's."

Half of her hanging heart was relieved.

"Last time I mentioned to you my wild guess that the person pretending to be Professor Moody didn't kill Harry in the first two levels because he needed Harry alive to bring him something," she said , "Such as helping him revive or become stronger the person whose name cannot be spoken."

She deliberately listed several more possibilities in order to make herself look less like a magician or a prophet.

"Maybe they want Harry's blood or hair or something, I think that maybe needs extra attention. If they don't want to kill Harry outright, but use him for something."

Dumbledore's penetrating gaze made her panicky: "Your guesses are always very different, Miss Zhang."

"Maybe it's because I've been thinking about how to keep Harry safe every day since I knew about it," she nonsense said, "This may be the power of love."

After talking nonsense, she regretted it, and she smiled awkwardly in front of Dumbledore's funny eyes.

"The power of love is indeed great," said Dumbledore, "don't worry, Miss Zhang, everything will be fine."

She nodded, suddenly feeling full of confidence.

The author has something to say:

The update speed should be slowing down recently...because I'm thinking about how to write the third project better, and where to spend their summer vacation is the most logical and character-oriented