HP through the autumn

Before the end of the semester, Qiu finally came to the door of Dumbledore's office after more than a month of preparation.

The stone beast at the door asked, "Why are you here again?"

Qiu: "Pile of cockroaches."

The door to the principal's office was locked.

Stone Beast: "You broke up?"

"Thank you for your concern, no." She said, "Lemon Xuebao."

Stone Beast: "Where did that boy go?"

"He's busy reviewing. Bibi Multi-flavored Beans!"

Stone Beast: "You can't guess the principal's password."

Qiu: "Forget worrying about water!"

The god of luck did not favor her, and Qiu finally went to Professor Flitwick to ask for the password.

Mr. Principal sat behind his desk with a thick stack of books spread out in front of him.

"It's a pleasure to see you here again, Miss Zhang," said Dumbledore. "I guess you're looking for me today because of Harry."

She nodded.

Who else is the most worrying thing in this world besides the savior who has been troubled by many disasters!I can't finish my heart!

"Would you like some biscuits?" He pointed to the ginger newt biscuits on the table, "We can talk while we eat."

The teapot jumped up from the table and poured Qiu a cup of steaming black tea.

Qiu embraced the warm cup with both hands and started her performance.

"I've been looking up a lot of books about souls recently," she said. "In one book, I saw something called a Horcrux."

Dumbledore's eyes became focused, which made her a little guilty.

She did check a lot of books, and she did find the book about Horcruxes... She just concealed that she knew about Horcruxes a long time ago.

"I remember the diary that Harry and I found in the second grade." She shifted her gaze to the black tea in front of her, "I've never seen such a smart notebook, it's like a living person living in it .”

Dumbledore nodded, motioning for her to continue.

"Beginning this school year, Harry started to dream frequently, about You-Know-Who. He said he dreamed that he saw other people through You-Know-Who's eyes, and in the dream he was You-Know-Who. Christmas He also dreamed that he had turned into a big snake before, and he told me that he felt his teeth go into Mr. Weasley's neck, which caused him a lot of pain. Harry and You-Know-Who are too connected, Harry I could see his thoughts, what he was doing, and even feel his emotions in his dreams—"

She drank her lipstick tea and began to talk about the most crucial issue: "Harry's scar hurts every time he sees You-Know-Who. I guess the two of them have established some kind of connection through the scar."

"A very bold guess." Dumbledore commented.

"So I looked up a lot of books on souls, and thanks to the House of Requirement—" she said, "I saw in a book about Horcruxes. A wizard can tear a soul apart by murder and take the piece of it Hidden in an object, thus gaining eternal life."

"Why do you think it's a piece of the soul, and not some kind of deep mind-controlling magic?" the headmaster asked her.

"In my hometown, there are many legends," she said, an excuse she had concocted after a long time. "Eastern ghosts, unlike Professor Binns or Headless Nick, can enter the body of a living person." .These ghosts can manipulate the body of the person he possesses, like the Imperius Curse."

"I have indeed heard such tales," said Dumbledore, "that the magic of the East is very different from ours."

"The You-Know-Who is not dead. Harry told me his name, the same as the spirit in the diary, they are both called Tom Riddle. The Diary was destroyed by Harry when I was in third grade, but the You-Know-Who is still alive Can be resurrected. After looking up those books about souls, I think he split his own soul."

Dumbledore sighed softly, and the phoenix let out a crisp cry at the right time.

"You searched deeper than I thought. You shouldn't have known these things." His eyes were deep and inclusive, as if he would forgive her no matter what she did, "The mysterious man really split his soul. "

The whole room was silent for a moment, and the principals whispering in the photo frames on the wall stopped talking.

Dumbledore: "That diary is his Horcrux, I found out when you gave it to me years ago. I went into the diary and saw young Riddle, of course so that he wouldn't find me I used a little bit of camouflage. He was exactly as I remembered him, even thinking for himself. That's when I realized that You-Know-Who split his soul with the most vicious murder in order to live forever."

The people on the wall murmured and panicked, and some headmasters left their own frames to gather in a larger portrait in the center.

"There is one thing more terrifying than his split soul," Qiu said suddenly, "that is, he may have split more than once."

Shouts of panic came from the various portraits, and the male and female principals looked shocked and bewildered.

"In Eastern legends, people have three souls and seven souls." She continued, "Some people can even survive with only one soul and one soul left."

Outside the window, there were students riding broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch. The energetic shouts and laughter of boys and girls could be heard indistinctly, breaking the silence of the room.

"It's not something you need to think about and worry about," he said gently and forgivingly with bright blue eyes, "mysterious man's business is for us adults to solve. I hope my students can enjoy their time at school." time."

"I'm doing well at school," she smiled. "You've been a wonderful headmaster. It would be better if Professor Umbridge wasn't there, though."

"This is the decision of the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore's expression became slightly serious, "but the decision of the Ministry of Magic is not necessarily right, is it?"

They each picked up the black tea and drank it in a tacit understanding, smiling and narrowing their eyes behind the white steam.

"Does Harry's latest scar still hurt?" they started chatting, and Harry was the perfect topic.

"I haven't heard him mention the pain of his scar since he learned Occlumency." Qiu said while pinching a biscuit.

"I guess you helped him a lot in his studies."

Thinking of those dreams and that Valentine's Day, she felt a little shy for the first time: "It's just a little favor."

After eating a plate of ginger newt biscuits, Dumbledore brought out a plate of toffee fingers.The two of them ate and drank enough, and Qiu brought the topic back to the mysterious man's Horcrux before saying goodbye.

"If you are going to find a Horcrux, at least find someone you can trust to go with you. Although there may be no one comparable to you in terms of magical attainments, maybe the mysterious person will take advantage of people's inner weaknesses, just like Eris Like a magic mirror, find what a person wants most and tempt him to stay in front of the mirror.”

"Thank you for your concern, I will consider this suggestion." Dumbledore said.

She walked out of the headmaster's office and leaned against the corridor window to watch the Hufflepuff boys compete who could fly to Umbridge's office window and throw the most rotten eggs.

She knew that what she said seemed to be self-explanatory, but it was actually full of loopholes.An ordinary student, no matter how keen he is, would never think of such extremely evil magic as Horcruxes.

But Headmaster Dumbledore didn't ask anything.He knew she had some little secrets, but never questioned where she got them from.

The Headmaster is so gentle, she thought.

There was the sound of fireworks crackling and exploding in the distance, and the students were besieging Umbridge again.

There was a daily firework show in the hallway these days, and the Weasley twins made a lot of money.

After completing their OWLs, the fifth grade students enthusiastically threw themselves into the Blow Up Umbridge Competition and the Ice Fishing Competition.

The Blow Up Umbridge Contest is in full swing now, and many participating members have a scorer specially made by the Weasley Brothers in their hands. Blowing Umbridge up in the corridor gets 10 points, and blowing up Umbridge in her office is worth 20 points. 50 points for flying Umbridge, and a full [-] points for blowing Umbridge up in the great halls of Hogwarts during dinner.

With all house points deducted, the students compete to see which house scores the most in the Blow Up Umbridge competition.Slytherin undoubtedly became the last place, with a total score of 0 points.Gryffindor took the lead with 430 points, followed by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

In addition to team competitions, everyone's individual results are also recorded and a school-wide ranking is carried out.Now topping the list is Lee Jordan of Gryffindor, who got a lot of free Weasley Swish fireworks from his roommates.And Ron, the only school boy in the Weasley family, who is expected by everyone, is busy participating in the ice fishing competition.

He even vowed to fish a mermaid out of the ice hole.

"No.1 is Luna now," he stared at his hook, wishing it would sink immediately, "she caught a fish with a strange shape and a light on its head."

"That's called a lanternfish," said Hermione, the mobile encyclopedia, "or an anglerfish."

Ron nodded indifferently, indicating that he knew.

There was another explosion, shaking the water continuously.

"Can't they stay away from the fireworks?" Ron complained. He had been sitting for an hour and hadn't caught anything yet.

"To be honest, I didn't expect Umbridge to last this long," Harry said. "She has been attacked by Weasley fireworks once a day, and this has been going on for two or three months!"

Hermione: "But she hasn't had class for a long time, and now she jumps up at the slightest sign of trouble, like a frightened rabbit. And by the law, we're sure to have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher next year."

Harry: "I wish Sirius would come."

Hermione felt that the headmaster would not let Sirius become a professor. He was more suitable for performing tasks outside rather than teaching in school.Sirius would teach the students to be like the Weasley brothers, and maybe he would lead the Gryffindor students into gang fights with the Slytherins.

Harry: "Sirius told me that another member of the Ministry of Magic has been under the Imperius Curse and is trying to enter the Department of Mysteries."

"This is already the fifth one," said Hermione. "The Daily Prophet is calm and nothing is written."

"It seems that Voldemort really wants to get the things inside," Harry sighed. "I have been dreaming about it before, and now it seems that he wants to lure me to go there to get what he wants for him."

Their chat was interrupted by Ron, who jumped up excitedly and hurriedly started rewinding.

"Let's see what I catch, haha—" His laughter caught in his throat, and his expression turned to horror.

"Ah!" He yelled, dropped the fishing rod and quickly hid a few meters away.

"Hey, Ron, don't you want what you caught?" Harry yelled at him in a friendly tone, "No way you can win a championship with it!"

He picked up the rod and flung the creature on the hook at Ron, making him turn and run.

"I hate spiders!!!!" Ron's voice came from afar.

Hermione and Harry looked at the sea spider on the peg and laughed.