HP Magic Biography

Well, then, both Harry and Ron let go of the elf in their hands, and they fell to the ground, but they didn't fight any more.

As long as the two of you don't fight, everything will be fine. Harry said, looking at the two elves in front of him with a headache.

Dobby, why are you with Kreacher? Harry asked first, and Kreacher was the only one he summoned.

Master Al asked me to stay there, Dobby said, and Master Al didn't give Dobby any other instructions. Dobby hopes to come back here.

Oh, of course, you can come back here... Harry said with some headaches, based on what he knew about Fan Lin, Fan Lin definitely forgot about Dobby and stayed at Sirius...

Oh, and maybe Winky, the Crouch elf.

So, Kreacher?

Master called me? Kreacher said hoarsely. He bowed and glanced at Harry at the same time. His eyes clearly showed that he was not interested in Harry as his master. In fact, he couldn't blame Kreacher for this. .

Mrs. Black's influence on Kreacher is extremely profound. After all, even if you lock a normal person with a paranoid lunatic for a long time, the impact will be more or less profound.

Especially after seeing Kreacher's loyalty to Regulus, Harry didn't intend to blame Kreacher, but let him inherit...

Kreacher might as well leave it to Sirius.

Yes, I called you, said Harry, glancing at the door of Madam Pomfrey's office to make sure the Whispering Charm was still working; there was no sign that she had heard the uproar.

Actually, I want you to do one thing.

said Harry.

Whatever Master asks Kreacher will do, Kreacher bowed deeply, his lips almost touching his warty toe, because Kreacher had no choice, but Kreacher did it for such a Master. And ashamed, yes—”

Dobby's going to do it, Harry Potter! Dobby screamed, his eyes the size of tennis balls filling with tears. It's an honor for Dobby to help Harry Potter!

Harry looked at the two house-elves speechlessly, one was rude and the other was crazy?

Can't we get a normal elf?

Winky is very capable, but she always cries.

Hey, come to think of it, it might be better for the two of you to do it together, Harry said with a headache.

Okay, then... I want you to follow Draco Malfoy. Harry ignored the mixed expression of surprise and annoyance on Ron's face, and continued, I want to know where he went, who he met, where What to do. I want you to follow him around the clock.

Yes, Harry Potter! said Dobby immediately, his large eyes blazing with excitement. If Dobby does something wrong, Dobby will throw himself off the tallest tower, Harry Potter!

No, you don't need that, Harry said quickly. Don't forget your El master... though he may have forgotten you.

Master wants me to follow the youngest Malfoy son? Kreacher said hoarsely. Master wants me to spy on my old mistress' pure-blood grandnephew?

That's him, said Harry, suddenly aware of a great danger, and determined to take immediate steps to prevent it. And I forbid you to warn him, Kreacher, or tell him what you're about to do, or write him a note, or...or contact him in any way. Got it?

He saw that Kreacher seemed to be desperately looking for a loophole in the order he had just given, while Harry waited.

To his great satisfaction, after a while, Kreacher bowed deeply again, and said with strong hatred, Master is very thoughtful, although Kreacher would rather be Malfoy's servant, Kreacher Che must obey the master's orders, oh, yes...

That's settled then, said Harry. I want you to give me regular reports, but only when I'm not around. Ron, Valin, and Hermione are fine. But don't tell anyone what you're doing. Just act like a pair As long as the tumor sticks to Malfoy like a bandage.

I obey... Kreacher was very reluctant, but Dobby liked it very much.

By the way, Kreacher, do you have any news about Sirius?

Master hasn't been home for a long time, Kreacher is very glad that there are no dirty people to disturb the old master's cleanliness.

Really... Harry was thinking maybe Sirius was still lying in the hospital, maybe he should write a letter to his godfather.

Harry and Ron left the hospital wing of the castle early the next morning. Under Madam Pomfrey's careful care, Ron fully recovered and began to enjoy the benefits of poisoning and illness. The biggest benefit was that Hermione and Ron's friendship is restored.

Hermione even escorted them all the way to breakfast and brought them news of Ginny's fight with Dean.

This made Fan Lin and Harry breathe a sigh of relief. At least, Hermione forgave Ron, and the two of them didn't need to continue their sandwiched life. Fan Lin was better, but Harry was very uncomfortable.

Ginny and Dean had a fight though?

? !

The monster lurking in Harry's heart immediately raised its head, ready to move, and sniffed hopefully. Why are they arguing?

He asked as casually as possible, as they turned and walked up the seventh floor corridor, which was empty except for a very small girl playing with a demon doll in a tulle skirt.

When she saw these sixth graders coming, she looked frightened and threw the heavy copper balance in the other hand to the ground.

It's all right! Hermione said kindly, rushing to help her pick up something. Here— she tapped the broken balance with her wand and said, Restore it as before.

The girl didn't say thanks, but just stood there watching them pass by and leave.

This surprised Fan Lin and the others. There are such rude children in Hogwarts?

Think about those elementary school students in the first grade, all timid and pure like little white flowers.

Oh, leave her alone! Harry said impatiently, he couldn't wait to know something. What are Ginny and Dean fighting about, Hermione?

Hey, yes, there's no need for Ginny and Dean to separate because of an argument, Harry continued, trying to speak in a nonchalant tone. Are they still together?

Yes, they're still together - but why are you so interested? Hermione gave Harry a sharp look.

I just don't want my Quidditch team to be a mess again! he replied hastily, but Hermione still looked at him suspiciously.

It's useless to explain, at least, Harry had a crush on Ginny, didn't he, Harry was too obvious.

Fan Lin poked Hermione, and then Hermione seemed to understand something, which made Harry a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, there was a voice behind him calling: Harry!, which made Harry feel relieved. Taking a deep breath, he took the opportunity to turn around.

Oh, hi, Luna.

I just went to see you at the hospital in the wing of the castle, Luna said, flipping through her schoolbag. But they say you've been away from—

She shoved something that looked like a green onion, a giant toadstool, and a large mass of cat litter into Ron's hand, and finally pulled out a dirty scroll and handed it to Harry.

Oh, Dean laughed about McLaggen hitting you with the Bludger, said Hermione.

It's quite funny. Fan Lin said sincerely. It is really a rare thing for Harry to be sluggish in Quidditch. Thinking about how proud Harry was back then, he was regarded as a Quidditch player. goal, and then a leg was broken by a teammate midway?

It's not funny at all! Hermione rolled her eyes. Hermione couldn't agree with Fan Lin's bad taste. This is too bad! If Kurt and Pixar hadn't caught Harry in time, he would have been seriously injured!

The commentary of the last game was great! Ron said to Luna, who was taking back green onions, poisonous mushrooms and cat litter.

Luna smiled vaguely, You're kidding me, aren't you? she said. Everyone says I'm scary.

No, I'm serious! said Ron sincerely. I don't even remember hearing such a wonderful commentary before! Besides, what is this? He raised the onion-like thing to his eyes.

Oh, this is Gordigan, she said, stuffing the ball of cat litter and poisonous mushrooms back into her bag. Keep it if you like it. I still have a lot. It can block the monster with a big mouth very well...

Then Luna walked away, the crazy woman without a trace of attachment, leaving Ron giggling, still clutching Gordigen.

You see, I'm liking her more and more, I mean Luna, he said, and they continued down the hall. I know she's a little neurotic, but for good...

Ron stopped abruptly. Lavender Brown was standing under the marble stairs with an angry expression on his face.

Hi, said Ron nervously.

...I was ordered to give you this. Lavender said angrily, and stuffed something into Harry's hand.

It was a little parchment, and Harry recognized it immediately as another Dumbledore announcement.

Tonight, he told the others as soon as he opened the scroll. Fan Lin, Dumbledore called you too.

Fan Lin glanced at the note and said that he knew it.

So, let's go. Fan Lin looked at Ron amusedly, and they left quickly.

Ron showed up at the breakfast table an hour and a half later, annoyed that even though he sat with Lavender, Harry didn't see them say a word to each other.

This is simply unbelievable, but think about it, the way Ron and Lavender get along...

Well, Ron must pay something to be able to reconcile, but obviously, Ron said something wrong during the first meeting, and Lavender was a little angry. Perhaps the incident of Romidal deeply hurt Lavender. Bonaventure.

But Fan Lin felt that this was the reason why Ron wanted to die so that he could not see Lavender.

At least, Ron won't be in a better mood until tonight.

However, on a rare occasion, Hermione showed mercy and decided to help Harry check his homework, which didn't exist a few days ago, because Harry would lend Ron his own homework.

However, looking at Ron's state...

Quiet study is destined to be an extremely difficult thing.

Still, Harry didn't wait for Ron to come back.

Listen, I have to get to Dumbledore's quickly before it's too late...

Hermione didn't answer, just idly crossed out sentences in his essay that didn't work.

Grinning, Harry hurried through the portrait hole to the headmaster's office.

It was a rare relief, without thinking about whether I would be beaten by the professor tomorrow, and then Ron recovered, and something interesting happened?

According to Fan Lin's approach, this is not gloating. We, as friends, feel deeply saddened by what happened to Ron.

And most importantly, Lavender finally stopped pestering Harry to ask some questions about Ron.

After the monster statue got the password toffee finger biscuit, he jumped aside, and Fan Lin rushed up the spiral staircase two steps at a time, and knocked on the door at eight o'clock.

Come in. Dumbledore called from inside, but when Fan Lin reached out to push the door, the door suddenly opened from the inside. Standing Professor Trauna.

Aha! she exclaimed, pointing dramatically at Van Lin and Harry, eyes blinking behind magnifying glasses.

So, that's why I was kicked out of your office at random, Dumbledore!

My dear Sybil, said Dumbledore, a little annoyed, there's nothing casual about it at all, the two of them do have an appointment with me, and I really don't think we have anything more to say about that. Easy to say...

Very good, said Professor Traunie, as if shocked. If you don't drive away that old horse that's taken the seat, well—maybe I'll go find another school that respects my talent more...

She flung open the door and disappeared down the spiral staircase; they heard her stumbling as she went down, and Harry guessed she had tripped over one of her shawls trailing along.

Close the door and sit down, you two, said Dumbledore wearily. The two complied, and they took their old seats in front of Dumbledore's table, noting that the Pensieve was once again between them, but next to it were two crystal vials filled with spinning memories.

So, Professor Trauni is still angry about Fei Zelun's teaching? Fan Lin asked, compared to Troni, Fierenze is obviously more suitable for this position.

Yes, said Dumbledore. The divination class is much more troublesome than I expected...I haven't learned how to prophesy before, and I can't let Fezelen go back to the Forbidden Forest...he has already been kicked out there, and I can't let Sybil Te Lelawney left school. Having lived among us, she didn't understand the dangers outside the school's castle. You see, she didn't know—and I don't think it would be wise to tell her—that she had done that thing about Ha You and Voldemort's prophecy. Dumbledore sighed deeply, and continued, But don't worry about my teachers' questions, we have more important things to discuss. First of all, Harry, have you finished? The homework I left you for last class?

Ah, Harry hesitated, because of a lot of things: Apparition class, Quidditch, Ron's poisoning, his own head injury, and his obsession with finding out what Draco Malfoy was up to, Harry had almost forgotten that Dumbledore had asked him to retrieve Professor Slughorn's memory.

Well, I asked Professor Slughorn for it after Potions class, Professor, but, er, he wouldn't give it to me.

Dumbledore paused, then fell silent.

After a while...

I see. Dumbledore finally spoke, and he looked at the two of them through the half-moon glasses, making Harry think, as usual, that he was looking in a mirror.

Have you tried your best on this? Have you used all your brains? You tapped all your wits to get this memory?

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