Harder Aurora

, "What should we do now, maybe we should go to Dad?"

"…later."

"Agreed." Albus nodded approvingly.

Amber was rejected by James in public. She only felt that everyone was watching her as a joke. After all, what was wrong with her? rational behavior. "Stop bothering me!" she yelled at Allen with red eyes, and she jumped off the railing and ran out of the corridor with her face covered.

She avoided crowded places along the way, unknowingly walked higher and higher, and by the time she realized it, she was already standing on the stairs of the Astronomy Tower.

It's really a quiet place and has a beautiful view of the whole school.Amber wiped away her tears, supported the wall, and slowly walked up the stairs.

When she saw the platform with a wide view of the astronomy tower, Amber was surprised to find that there were already people there.

"It's you?" Amber looked at the platinum-blonde head with displeasure, her already terrible mood was even more messed up now, "Okay, I'll go."

"Poor girl." His voice was so deep that it didn't look like a 13-year-old boy, and Amber suddenly discovered that Walker's tone of voice had the feeling of an aria.

"Sorry?" She stepped up the last few steps of the Astronomy Tower uncontrollably, even her voice became blurred and dreamy.

"Potter can't do this to you," he said softly, turning slowly.

Amber never thought that this Slytherin bastard turned out to be so good-looking. His afternoon portrait was gilded with a layer of gold, just like all pure-blood nobles, his limbs were stretched and dignified.

"You're right." She seemed to be swallowed by his green and beautiful eyes, and walked slowly in front of him like sleepwalking.

"That's it, goodgirl." His fair fingers slid across Amber's soft black long hair, "Don't worry, you won't be the sixth."

☆, fear

Charles curled up in the bed, huddled into a small ball without any sense of security. After a whole night's rest, his dark circles had faded a lot, at least it was no longer the effect of smoky makeup.

Dominique quickly put on his tie, only to realize that his roommate was still unconscious in bed.

"Getup! We're going to be late!" He tore the velvet blanket off Charles.

"What the hell..." Charles sat up in pain covering his head, "You fart, today is the weekend."

Dominic shook his head sympathetically, "Did you sleep stupidly? How pitiful."

"No...no no no, my weekend!" Charles collapsed back on the bed, refusing to accept the reality and buried himself under the covers.

"Brother, drink less coffee in the future, the dean is right, Muggle things always have all kinds of sequelae."

Seeing that Charles was still alive and refused to get out of bed, Dominic couldn't help saying a few more words, "If you drink any more, even Henry won't recognize you."

"What does that have to do with Henry?"

"Can't you get up first?! Hell, it's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Can you summon the Patronus?"

"...I completely forgot about it."

When they rushed to the classroom, they were almost 10 minutes late, and with Snape's gloomy face, Dominic was too scared to breathe.

"I can't imagine how long the corridors of Hogwarts are." Snape said coldly.

Charles walked nonchalantly to the only vacant seat, "Believe me, Professor, that's really long."

The Ravenclaws all laughed secretly, and Snape's face became even more sour, "Obviously, wealth and the good fortune of getting into Slytherin don't make you punctual - 5 points from Ravenclaw , because of the noise in the classroom.”

When the two of them were finally seated, Snape said with a stiff face, "I believe that during this time, you have been able to summon the Patronus—"

"But professor, this is for grade 7." Isabel complained.

"This is for your lives. If you unfortunately run into the school's defensive boundary and fail to summon a Patronus, then Old Field may have to spend a lot of money to add a tombstone for the family." Snape mocked .

Narit of Ravenclaw frowned. "Who would go to a place like that?"

Albus stretched himself on the seat, and looked at her with a smile, "After all, there are people whose brains are eaten by trolls in every session."

"Like you, Potter?" Charles said.

"Shut up!" Snape couldn't bear to slap the table.

Everyone was quiet immediately, after all, no one wanted to be fined to clean up all kinds of weird things.

Snape finally regained his composure, he took a deep breath, "Now, take out your wands. A reminder, if you still don't even have 'a spark' this time, you will get one directly in the final exam P."

Charles: "..."

Dominic shook his head and sighed, and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "Fortunately, at least I have a string of sparks."

Snape pointed towards Ravenclaw and gestured, "Potter."

Albus immediately stood up reflexively, afraid that if he was a second behind, this terrible Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would give him a tricky black magic, which would give him a headache all night, Merlin, maybe the fire dragon is not as scary as Snape .

Albus took a box from the cupboard and put it in the middle of the classroom, "Professor," he said to Snape.

"House-elf." Isabel giggled.

But soon she stopped laughing.

Snape nodded to Albus, and Albus pulled out his wand, and gently opened the familiar big wooden box.

He backed up a few steps and stood still. The Boggart in the wooden box condensed into a cloud of evil black smoke under the terrified eyes of everyone.

"Sit down, I'll see who dares to leave the chair under his butt." Snape said coldly.

The black mist formed by the Boggart exuded a rotten breath, Charles covered his mouth and nose with a pale face, God, let this class end quickly.

"Not only is it ugly and scary, but it also smells bad." He silently moved his chair back, and the others followed his example and moved their chairs back one after another.

The classroom was getting colder and colder, and Albus even exhaled white mist, Snape frowned slowly, as if something was wrong.

The whole picture of the spirit monster gradually became clear, it opened its black mouth, and there were black carrion hanging on its teeth. Albus's hand holding the wand was already full of cold sweat, but he had to overcome it, because it was The second item in that shit contest.

"Guardian!" Albus yelled.

The tip of his wand exuded blue smoothness, and gathered into a half-human-high translucent horned eagle. She hovered to the top of the classroom, and after a hiss, she swooped down on the camera that was making an attacking posture on Albus. Ghost.

"Potter's patron saint is actually a horned eagle... This is too Ravenclaw!" Several Ravenclaw girls exclaimed.

The dementor should be driven back into the box by the horned eagle, and Albus quickly went to cover the box, his hands were already shaking, after all, he was too young.

"Very well", Snape raised his eyebrows with rare satisfaction, "Congratulations, you will probably survive the competition."

"next."

silence.

Snape sneered, "Shame."

Knightley smiled and held up her right hand, "Professor."

Snape nodded, then looked again at the group of Slytherins who pretended not to see his eyes, "...shame."

Knightley took a deep breath and nodded to Albus.

"Recall your happiest past, Miss Belle."

Knightley turned her body slightly, watching nervously the Dementor who broke free from the box again. This time was different from the last time, her fingers were so cold that they almost froze.

She panted hard, and kept exhaling white mist from her mouth, happy memories, yes.Panting for breath, she quickly took a few steps back, and when the dementor was chasing after him with a fluttering black cloak, she yelled loudly, "Guardian -"

Fortunately, she finally summoned the Patronus before she collapsed. Her Patronus was a raccoon. The Dementor screamed from being burned, and was finally forced back under the spell.

Snape hurried forward and grabbed her shoulders to prevent her from collapsing to the ground, "Very well, maybe this is worth adding 5 points to Ravenclaw."

The Ravenclaws cheered in delight, when was the last time Professor Snape awarded points to another house - oh, never, a feat worthy of being engraved on the walls of Ravenclaw's common room.

"Walker." Snape said coldly, "As the last person to enter the classroom, perhaps you should be the first."

Charles: "...okay"

Dominic and Connor exchange a sympathetic look, so miserable.

Charles walked to the box with a sullen face, silently praying that Snape would not send the results to his parents, the wizard should not be so idle.

"Also, your grades will be sent to your parents by the school owl." Snape smiled viciously.

It's over.Charles looked hopelessly at the slowly opening box, spelling he remembered, but what else was there to do?Oh yes, happy memories.He has many, many happy memories, like Davis donating a building to his old school for him, oh, and when Louise took him to Las Vegas to visit a client's hotel....

The dementor flew towards him through the half-opened gap of the box, as if smelling something delicious.Charles confusedly felt a feeling of his soul being pulled, it's okay, this is a Boggart, he wants to chant a spell... a spell...

"Call Godguard—" he said feebly, his wand naturally unresponsive.What happened next was beyond everyone's imagination. The dementor turned into a Boggart grabbed his chest with a bony hand and slammed it against the wall. into his chest.

Snape finally realized what was wrong, "Get out! Get out--" There was a thin layer of ice on the window, it was a real dementor.

"Ah—" the students screamed and fled in all directions. None of them had ever seen a real dementor, and they were so panicked that they couldn't even remember the Patronus Charm.

Charles was nailed to the wall by the dementor as if dead, and the mouth of the dementor almost touched his face, sucking his fearful soul.

"Call God to protect you." Snape shouted, the bluish stag lowered his head halfway, and rushed towards the source that threatened the student's life. Wisps of thin and fragile white mist leaked out from his slightly opened mouth, continuously The ground is sucked into the body by the dementor.

What is your scariest memory?A voice echoed in Charles's mind. He looked at the endless green light in front of him, his pupils expanded to the maximum, this kind of weird, near-death memory——

Albus plucked up the courage to rush towards them, grabbed Charles' limp wrist and dragged him out. The dementor turned around with a roar, but was hit by Snape's stag directly in the heart, and was beaten by the Patronus. The magic power was torn into flying ash all over the sky.

"Why...why did the Boggart turn into a real dementor?" Snape murmured, his face was covered with sweat on rare occasions, and a student almost died in front of him. I don't want to see any students die in front of him.

"Professor! Charles seems to be... very bad—" Albus stammered in panic. Lying in his arms motionless, pupils are still scattered.

Snape clenched his teeth, squatted down with white lips, reached out and touched the cold side of his neck, "Alive." He felt relieved all of a sudden, almost collapsed.

"Take him to the medical wing to find Madam Pomfrey...I need it now," Snape paused, and carefully inspected the blond boy's dark green eyes, "His reaction is not normal, I'll go to the principal's office .”

Albus trembled, and unconsciously hugged the boy in his arms tighter, "Okay."

Snape stood up slowly, his thighs were still a little weak, he thought for a while, then looked back at Albus who was shaking violently on the ground, "Use your Patronus to find your father, or your brother." This is He could only show a little concern.

Snape walked quickly to the principal's office silently, and McGonagall, Harry, and several senior officials from the Ministry of Magic were there.

"I need to talk to Dumbledore." He said in a deep voice, "Potter, you stay too."

Several people have long been used to his character, McGonagall nodded, and immediately led the other senior Ministry of Magic officials out, leaving Harry and Snape in the room.

"What happened?" Harry frowned at Snape's unusual expression, and even his scar began to tingle slightly.

"The training boggarts were replaced with real dementors, and they were given such a powerful distraction spell that it wasn't noticeable for the first few minutes."

Harry clenched his wand violently, "Why—"

"Also," Snape finally sighed, "Charles Walker almost died."

Harry's mouth was half open, and he couldn't speak for a while, the numbness gradually spread from his heart to his whole body.

"But the problem is, he lost any ability to move almost instantly. The dementors affected him more than expected. I have never seen such a situation."

"—so," Harry gasped heavily, trying to catch his breath, "so, you need to find Dumbledore?"

Snape nodded solemnly, "Yes, I want to know how deep the fear is to be killed almost instantly by the dementors."

"Severus, dear." Harry and Snape looked at the portraits of the previous headmasters together. Albus Dumbledore, who did not know when, was wearing a set of dark blue velvet pajamas, gently painting the portraits. looking at them.

"Albus-"

"I heard it all, Severus." Dumbledore stopped Snape's words, his eyes were still as sharp as eagles, and behind the glasses it seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.Nothing seems to change this, whether in life or as a portrait.

"Death is the noblest of fears," said Dumbledore softly. "This must be a grand death that cuts off all new hope."

"What does that mean?" Snape frowned. "It's just a boring, spoiled Muggle boy—"

"Everyone has a bottomless labyrinth, dear Severus, I thought you knew that already."

Snape looked at the portrait silently.

"The answer is obvious, this poor boy, he died."

Come on, Harry, how did he become the second Boy Who Lived?

This is what Ron said, and Harry forced himself to build up Occlumency defenses again, and his sanity and calmness slowly returned.

A second Boy Who Lived, a grand death, is there any connection here?

Albus had never felt so helpless before, he had never imagined that someone would actually die in front of him - probably almost.He sat on the chair beside the hospital bed with his knees hugged, his hands still trembling unconsciously.

Merlin, that's a real dementor, why is it like this?

"Don't die, although you are vicious, but don't die." He whispered to the boy lying on the bed.

In a trance, he felt the back of his hand wet, and looked down, it turned out to be Henry.

"Dad asked you to come?" Albus asked in a low voice.

"No, it's me." Albus looked up in surprise, and James was leaning against the door of the hospital wing, holding a collie's leash in his hand.

"What happened?" James looked at Charles' petrified face and carefully sat at the end of the bed.

Henry jumped directly onto the hospital bed, lowered his head and sniffed the little master's face, nestled beside him with peace of mind as if confirming something.

"...Will Madam Pomfrey kill Henry?" Albus pointed at Henry who was not polite.

"No one would be willing to kill Henry."

Albus sighed, probably for the thousandth time in a while. "...that's the way it is, and I'm afraid something dangerous is going to happen, but we don't know anything about it." Albus told James as much as he could, and he needed to talk now.

"He won't really die." James carefully touched his face with his fingers, but there was still no response.

"Madam Pomfrey said to take a rest and wake up with more hot chocolate and you'll be fine—who's there?" Albus called suddenly in the direction of the door.

It was a couple of Slytherins, and Albus relaxed, they were supposed to be concerned about his companions, he was getting a little nervous already.

Dominic quickly ran to the bed, "What kind of unlucky life is this... Henry finally recognized his master? Is Charles okay, when will he wake up?"

"You have too many questions, do you think Potter's brain can remember what you asked?" Isabel patted the back of his head with a book.

Connor made a truce gesture to James, "Isabel, don't start."

"Does his parents know?" Ariel worried, "Mr. and Mrs. Walker will definitely go crazy."

Madam Pomfrey walked out quickly after hearing the noise, "There are not so many people...why is there a dog on the bed?!"

☆, unlucky start

"Besser, I'm scared." Agathe combed her long blond hair into a braid behind her head, swaying on the road, and the boys were stunned.

"You won't be the worst one, Koronis." Beth couldn't help touching her braids, "The Hogwarts is only 13 years old, poor little guy. And Potter can know Things, you can also know, don't worry, my dear, you will not be worse than Brady."

"Allright, it seems that Eternal Honor has completely become a competition ground for cheating." Agathe sarcastically said, "Of course, the advantage is that the chance of dying is greatly reduced."

"Brady has no connections in the Ministry of Magic. Maybe you can really put him in."

"The headmaster of Durmstrang controls the source of magical creatures for this competition." Agathe closed her eyes gloomily, "I really hope Cousin Gabriel can work harder."

"Harry Potter doesn't like her." Beth sneered, "Is it really okay for you to be like this? In front of her, you are a pure underage Veela, but behind your back you complain that she can't help you cheat."

Agathe looked at her unhappily, "You know I didn't mean that, I just...it's too hard." She sighed feebly, Brady Young was the oldest and knew more about the dark arts, Albus Young. Although Potter is only 13 years old, but he is Harry Potter's son, so what can she do.

"Look, it's your cousin Gabriel." Beth patted her on the shoulder, motioning her to look to the other side, and sure enough, she saw Gabriel wearing a silver-blue robe, walking towards her in a hurry.

"I'll go first." Beth whispered in her ear.

Gabriel took her cousin's hand and walked under the big tree in the small garden. It was class time, and there were almost no students nearby. Hogwarts was rarely so quiet.

"Tomorrow is the first match. Are you ready?" Gabriel combed her hair worriedly. She dared not reveal all the details to Agathe. What's the situation, "If it's really not possible, I'd rather hide than-"

"I won't hide, cousin." Agathe simply untied her braids, and her blond hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. "This is an opportunity that countless people dream of."

"That's good." Agathe noticed that Gabriel was frowning more and more. For example, now, she must have other things to worry about.

"is everything okay?"

Gabriel shook her head, "It's not particularly good, but it's not particularly bad either. You have a good rest, I have to go back and quarrel with those two women."

"Which two... Oh, Miss Greengrass and Miss Zhang." Agathe stuck out her tongue. This is where she sympathizes with Gabriel the most. Neither of these two people is easy to mess with.

Gabriel seemed to have finally found a tree hole to vent, and couldn't help but continued to complain aggrievedly, "Mrs. Potter will come over in the afternoon, Merlin, what kind of hell am I in?"

Agathe comforted sympathetically, "As far as I know Mrs. Potter... the former Mrs. Potter is a very nice person."

"No, don't say the words 'very nice person' again." Gabriel's expression was very indescribable, "These words will be the nightmare of my life."

"It seems that what the Daily Prophet says is true."

"Stop watching the Daily Prophet," Gabriel said sternly. "It's a breeding ground for rumors."

"I don't know if it's a rumor, but I think you'll be on the front page again tomorrow."

Gabriel glared at her fiercely for a while, then turned around and left after taking a few deep breaths.

Agathe shook her head, "Poor cousin."

Charles didn't know how long he had been lying there. He felt that he had been floating on an endless river, being pulled to a deeper depth by an invisible force.

He was woken up by the glare of the sun, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the familiar ceiling of the hospital wing. How many times he had been lying in this place since he came to England, it was really bad luck, maybe it was metaphysics.

Gradually, he began to recall what happened before, the dementor's mouth full of carrion and deeply decayed teeth - oh, it's too disgusting, if these horrible creatures know how to clean themselves, maybe they will be more popular than they are now a little.

He was about to sit up, but his right hand was bitten by something, it was a strange schoolbag.What about his own schoolbag?Charles quickly looked to the other side and breathed a sigh of relief. His schoolbag worth £3 was still in good condition, without scratches or fading.

"Whose schoolbag, it's so pitiful, it's too tattered." He looked left and right and saw that he was the only one in the medical wing, then lowered his head and squinted to look at the gap where the schoolbag was opened, and stretched out his hand to pull out a notebook.

"Albus?" Charles looked at the neat handwriting on the cover, why is Potter's schoolbag here.

"...Ron, you must find clues that the Boggart was replaced. I have something to ask Charles..."

This is the voice of Mr. Potter. At this moment, Charles didn't know what he was really thinking. He quickly found the old group photo from his schoolbag and stuffed it into Albus Potter's schoolbag and then immediately lay back on the bed silently, pretending to be still in a coma.

Harry pushed open the door, and Ron walked beside him, "Aren't you going to tell that guy about this kid?"

"I don't want him to worry," Harry said candidly, "and it's not something he can understand and solve, only I can handle."

"Merlin, I wish you could tell me everything."

"It's about the boy's privacy and I can't say too much."

"Okay - oh, he's not awake yet." Ron raised his eyebrows and looked at the Slytherin on the bed, looking really serious. He remembered that after Harry was first attacked by a dementor many years ago, only She recovered after 10 minutes of rest, and it is also possible that Madam Pomfrey did not give the children too much chocolate.

Harry casually pulled a chair and sat down, "I'll wait a while, Madam Pomfrey said it should be around this time."

Ron nodded, "Then I'll check on Boggart first. Wait, is that Albus' schoolbag?"

Harry followed his gaze, and sure enough, he saw Albus's schoolbag that looked a little old, especially the one with Charles's, which was shining with the light of high-quality sheepskin in the dim light. Maybe he should also give it to the twins. buy one.

"It's really careless." Harry half got up and picked up Albus's schoolbag, but a piece of paper fell out of the open gap.

"What is this?" Ron knelt down and picked up the thin, yellowed piece of paper.

"Oh, buddy, this seems a little bad." Ron stared at the figure on the piece of paper, trembling for a while before handing it to Harry.

"What?" Harry took the photo with a smile, and the smile froze on his face immediately.He froze for a while before throwing away the photo as if he was burned, "Tom Riddle—" he said through gritted teeth.

"Voldemort?" Ron gasped.

With a livid face, Harry opened Albus's schoolbag directly, but there was nothing else in it, and Riddle's determined smile in the photo on the floor was like a big irony.

"Why, why does Albus have such a thing." Ron stammered, and the development of the matter seemed a little beyond his imagination, "Then—" He suddenly widened his eyes, "Then Borg The matter of being replaced, will it be..."

"I doubt it too." Harry said darkly, looking up at his friend. "Don't tell Ginny."

Ron shook his head, "I'm not sure, Harry, Ginny should know what happened to Albus, but I'm afraid she's worried, and likewise, I don't want to tell Hermione that Rose is about to be born."

"Then don't say a word." Harry's eyes became serious, "unless things get out of hand."

Ron nodded after a while, "I agree."

Charles's hand hidden under the quilt clenched the quilt uncontrollably, Riddle was Voldemort, Voldemort was the Dark Lord in the textbook, what did this mean, and why did the image of the Dark Lord appear in his mind.

His eyelashes fluttered very quickly.

Harry saw it sharp-eyed, winked at Ron, and immediately shut his mouth.

"Charles, are you awake?" Harry asked softly, leaning over.

Ron gestured "ok" to Harry and turned to leave.

Well, it seems that I can't pretend anymore, Charles pretended to be just awake, and slowly opened his eyes.

"...Mr. Potter?"

"Yes, how are you feeling?" Harry said softly.

"Emmm, I don't feel anything special, I just want to eat chocolate." This was the truth, and Charles couldn't help swallowing.

"...I really don't have this."

Then what the hell are you asking.Charles rolled his eyes inwardly, but still maintained a weak image, "So, that's not a Boggart, but a real Dementor?"

"It's not something you need to worry about." Harry pulled the chair over to the side of the bed, "I have something else to ask you, and you have to answer it honestly - for Merlin's sake, it's for your safety. "

Charles was almost out of breath under Harry's eyes. He really didn't like this kind of probing eyes that seemed to want to drill into his mind. He moved his eyes involuntarily, and most of the oppressive feeling disappeared immediately. Mr. Te was indeed casting a spell on him.

"Go ahead." Charles said unhappily.

"Did you experience any accidents when you were young?"

"...Is this a curse?" Charles said in a bad tone.

"It's very important, dear, do you know that you almost died?" Harry stroked his hair in annoyance, "In the eyes of the dementors, you are the finest piece of desperate soul, and this must be It's because of death-related experiences, and you're completely unable to summon a Patronus, do you know how abnormal that is?"

"Isn't it the replaced Boggart that is abnormal?" Charles retorted sharply, "No, the most dangerous thing I have ever encountered was the one that fell from the broom in the first grade, and it was all thanks to you Because of his ex-wife."

Harry silently gave him a "completely uncommunicable" stamp in his mind.

"It's impossible, there must be some details that have been buried in the cracks of time." Harry sighed, and took the boy's hand for the first time, "You must think about it, for your own sake. "

Charles looked at their folded hands with a complicated expression, unable to say any rebellious words for the first time.

Maybe he really has some forgotten past.

The weird voice that had been in his head since he was a kid, that Slytherin called Riddle, the feeling that his soul was being sucked by a dementor - none of these things were comfortable, and maybe he should - Do you need help?

Charles lowered his head, thinking about what to say, when Harry suddenly touched the pocket of his robe and took out a piece of hot Galleon.

"You have a good rest first, I'm in a hurry, please be safe." Harry stroked his soft blond hair.

"..." It's really fast enough, let's talk about it next time.Charles collapsed back on the bed, frustrated.

The recent Forbidden Forest is more lively than ever. For example, now, Hagrid pretended not to hear anything, and fed pieces of meat to the Welsh green dragon in the iron cage, while Neville was still working hard, trying to make things better. Less out of control.

"Miss Greenglass..." Neville raised his hand feebly, but after being glared at by Greenglass, he immediately shut up and dared not speak.

Greenglass turned his head and looked at Gabriel's terrified expression with a sneer, "Is this how you guard these dragons? Why has no one changed the chains, Miss Delacour, you must know that your cousin Conroe Miss Nice is also one of the warriors, do you want to murder her?" Yes, she did it on purpose, the work of guarding was not Delacour's duty, but she just wanted to do it.

Gabriel blushed with anger, "Perhaps you should ask Mr. Kabayev of Durmstrang, Greenglass, I am only responsible for—"

"You're just busy helping Agathe Conlonis in the game, thank you." Greenglass tilted his head slightly, his tone harsh.

Gabriel was almost dizzy on the spot, she felt a burning feeling in her heart, and hoped that her Veela blood would not be angry because of this vicious woman, "As long as you quarrel with me half The time is spent on inspections, and maybe you can keep your job for a few more years."

Astoria raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth rose mockingly, "Does Potter give you 10 Galleons every month, and that's why you're so jealous of my position?"

Hagrid and Neville looked at each other, at a loss. Neville asked in a low voice, "Do they really argue here almost every day?"

Hagrid nodded aggrievedly.

It's over, I'm really going to faint, Gabriel covered her heart in discomfort, staggered back a few steps, a golden halo began to appear around the edge of her pupils.

Astoria noticed something was wrong, frowned and grabbed her arm, "Did you faint?"

Gabriel struggled to take out a golden galleon from the robe and squeezed it tightly, then lost consciousness.

Astoria opened her eyes wide and looked at Neville in horror, "She fainted by herself, I didn't kill anyone."

Neville waved his hand, "I didn't see anything." He stepped forward and carefully opened Gabriel's eyelids, seeing the strange color of her pupils, "Oh, it's nothing, Miss Delacour's Veela blood It's happening."

"Why did it happen inexplicably, and she has no partner."

Neville carefully organized his words, "It's officially because she doesn't have a partner yet, and too much emotional stimulation will also be affected. Wait, the Galleon used for this contact—oh, Harry!"

Astoria threw Gabriel back to the ground with a guilty conscience, and took half a step back, "Potter."

Harry stepped through the low grass under his feet, and saw his assistant lying on the dirt with his eyes closed, "...Damn you dueling?"

"What? No!" Astoria screamed. "She fainted herself."

Neville added solemnly, "Because of the intense emotional impact, Miss Delacour has lost control of her Veela blood."

"Strong emotional impact," Harry repeated deadpan.

Astoria, "..."

"Forget it." Harry said tolerantly, he bent down and hugged Gabriel horizontally, "By the way, I plan to ease the relationship with Lucius recently, and maybe give him some advice on the choice of assistants .”

Astoria sneered, "Try it."

Harry picks her