Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Gray opened the door of the Three Broomsticks Bar. There were not many people in the bar at this time. He immediately saw a table in the corner. Claire was already sitting there, with her hands crossed on her chin, Thinking about something.

"Good afternoon! Maurice! Is it the same this time?" Ms. Rosmerta said with a smile. She is a beautiful and curvy woman who is responsible for greeting the guests who come to the bar.

"No, this time it's two glasses of mead, thank you, Ms. Rosmerta." Gray said as he walked to Claire's table.

"I'm glad you could order a drink, Gray." Claire said calmly, "Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to attend to drinks during this meeting. I need to figure something out first."

"What's wrong?" Gray said with a smile, trying to dispel the seriousness and embarrassment, "What's so...serious?"

"You'd better tell me clearly -" Claire's voice lowered, "What did the Elixir yeast thing and the French people before mean?"

"Are you still asking about this?" Gray said, "Whose money did you take? Those French people are not very friendly, so I advise you-"

"I didn't take anyone else's money, and I'm not in the mood to joke now, Gray." Claire stared at Gray with her green eyes, "I think you should realize that they are dangerous people, so let me stop asking anything about them, but no. Good things still happened..."

The smile on Gray's face gradually disappeared. Although he tried his best to maintain his original relaxed sitting posture, he already felt bad inside. What was the bad thing Claire said?

"They attacked my friend," she said softly.

"That thing in the Daily Prophet?"

"Yes."

Although Claire looked as calm as ever, Gray noticed that she had just glanced at the people and objects around her with great vigilance.

"It was the one who heard about Eliok Hill's yeast. They attacked her and learned from her that it was me who was inquiring about this thing. I knew that everything could leak out, but what I didn't expect was that the group The French would actually attack someone else directly...and almost killed her——"

Claire coughed twice and did not continue. Gray glanced sideways at the bar. Ms. Rosmerta came over with two glasses of wine.

"Here's your mead," Lady Rosmerta said briskly, placing the glass firmly on the table.

"Thank you, Ms. Rosmerta."

Claire nodded politely and thanked him, but Gray had no intention of doing so. The matter had calmed down for several months since the last Valentine's Day.

But now, those people have found out about Claire, and Gray has brought trouble to Claire. This is a result that he did not expect at all.

After Ms. Rosmerta turned around and returned to the bar, the conversation between the two of them continued.

"Does your friend know what they look like?"

"I don't know. Her memory has been modified. She was covered in blood when she woke up. Her mind is very confused now. She only roughly remembers what those people asked her. They asked her about Elliott Hill's yeast. When she woke up, Later, she found that she was seriously injured. The scene looked like she was drunk and cutting herself with a knife... She was able to recover part of her memory, but it was all due to her own strength." Claire paused, "But she didn't Revealing the specific content to the Ministry of Magic was just a report, and she thought it would be best for me to figure it out first."

"Those people actually wanted to kill people..." Gray whispered.

"But the problem is, now that this group of criminals know about me, it is very likely that I will be attacked in the same way... They obviously want to know who is inquiring about yeast, Gray, you will also be found when the time comes. …”

Both sides were silent, and after about 2 minutes, Claire slowly spoke.

"It's lucky for us that that friend could remember that she was attacked and roughly remember what questions the group of people asked, and that's why I learned about it from her." Claire continued to lower her voice. The voice said, "If I suffer it once, whether I can survive and whether I can recover the tampered memory is another matter. At that time, there was no one to remind you."

Gray rubbed his temples. Now he regretted it. He regretted it very much. He regretted asking around about those things before, that Elixir yeast, and those French people, and now they messed up his mind.

Originally, he was supposed to have nothing to do, just work diligently in school, secretly find Horcruxes, and finally destroy Voldemort. Everything was in his plan, but now he has become attached to a group of guys who are not easy to mess with.

Claire also sighed.

"Now we are in the same situation. If we don't deal with that group of people, none of us can escape. Although the Ministry of Magic is investigating, we must also be prepared for ourselves. At least I have to know what those people do. And about that yeast, I need to know more about the whole thing." Claire looked at him, "You should really tell me everything about this situation now. The information we know needs to be on the same level."

"First of all, I definitely don't know what those French people do. All the information comes from your mouth." Gray said in a low voice.

Claire frowned slightly.

"You should at least tell me what's going on with this Elixir yeast, right?"

"To be honest with you, Claire... I don't know what Elliot Hill's yeast is for..." Gray said after a moment of silence, "But I found that book, the book "The Secret of the Dark" ”, I was going to ask about the yeast.”

"You found that book? So there is something hidden in that book, and then what? You said you were going to ask about yeast?" She grasped the key point keenly, "So besides you and me, there is another person Know about yeast and the French?”

"Yes, right here at Hogwarts, there is someone there who knows more than us." Gray glanced at his watch, "I guess you have to prepare to go with me."

"Yes, that's right. I'm so relieved that you finally have your wits about you." Claire nodded.

"Then let's go." He drank the mead in one gulp.

Gray felt that if they still refused to let her go together at this point, they would definitely lose trust in each other.

Furthermore, he also needs to ensure Claire's safety, otherwise he will be exposed.They were facing a common enemy now. It was better to have one more teammate than one less. After all, Gray, like her, also wanted to resolve this matter as soon as possible.

At Hogsmeade Station, there are several Thestrals pulling cars parked there. Every summer vacation, most of the Thestrals return to the Forbidden Forest, leaving only a small number who take turns pulling carts at the station.

Claire stood next to the carriage, stretched out her hand and patted it twice in the air.

"Can you see the Thestral?" Gray asked.

"can."

"Oh."

Gray allowed himself to suppress his curiosity. He wanted to know what life and death things Claire had experienced before she could see the Thestral, but after thinking about it, it seemed inappropriate to directly ask questions about death.

There was a brief silence.

"Who are you trying to find?" Claire asked.

"Ballard Mason."

"Yeah." Claire responded briefly, "Maybe he knew my grandfather."

"Really?" Gray breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great. He has an unstable temper. Now that the elders know each other, it may be easier to get along with him. If he drives you away, you only need to show your Just the identity is enough.”

Gray and Claire arrived at the gate in a Thestral carriage. The door had been locked, and Filch was sweeping the fallen leaves at the door with a big broom.

"Huh?" Filch saw someone outside the iron door and stopped what he was doing, "It's you, Professor Morris, Miss Weisman."

"Almost no one goes back to school at this time." He opened the door.

"Thank you, Mr. Filch, but we have something urgent."

The castle of Hogwarts was empty. Looking outside, the sunlight illuminated the grass in the distance, and smoke rose from Hagrid's hut not far away.

The clock tower was not far from the door, and the two of them arrived not long after leaving.

"Is there really a person living here?" Claire looked at the steep and narrow worn-out spiral stone steps at her feet.

"I had the same question when I first came here." Gray looked up and saw a small broken door on the upper level of the spiral steps.

The two of them went up step by step, holding on to the wall, and finally stopped on a narrow platform. Gray tried to push open, but the door was locked. He knocked on the door, and there was a clanking sound from inside, and then nothing happened. There was movement.

"Who?" After a while, a word came from the door.

"It's me, Mr. Mason, Gray Morris."

"I thought it was the French guy -" Mason opened the door, still holding the wand in his hand, "Wait! Who is this woman?!"

"Uh, she's my-" Gray moved two steps and stood in front of Claire, fearing that Mason would throw Claire out like he threw him, "A friend!"

Claire glanced at Gray suspiciously, as if asking why he was standing between the two, but then turned her attention to Mason.

"Hello, I am--"

She was about to introduce herself, but was interrupted by Mason.

"Don't bring anyone else to my place! You brat!" Mason yelled, "Not even your girlfriend! No matter who you are, not even your son or daughter! Don't bother me with irrelevant people!" Go away - you two! You! You brat! Don't come in!"

Half of Gray's body was already over the door frame, and Mason grabbed his collar. Although the old man in front of him was not young, he was very strong.

"Wait a minute, Mason—"

Before Gray could finish his words, Mason pushed him out hard. At the same time, Claire behind him ducked slightly, and Gray himself hit the wall behind him.

"Don't think that you're afraid of you because you've threatened me, kid! Get out of here now! And you! Little girl! Get out of here right now—"

"Wait a minute! Stop-" Gray leaned against the wall and took out the book from his robe, "I found the yeast-"

"Elliot Hill Yeast!" Mason yelled.

"I found Elixir Yeast!" Gray said quickly.