[hp] stay out of it

Whether Bruce is a heinous hypocrite or not we can't prove it, but whether Snape's sudden change of attitude to give us instructions on potions was not well-intentioned, it was revealed at dinner.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in the library, and at dinner I found the half-eaten Benelli and Dange on the Ravenclaw table, as well as Fleur and her female companion Lydia, and I and They greeted each other and sat down. Before I could pick up the fork, Benelli said solemnly: "Vincent, I apologize to you, and I admit that what you said this afternoon is correct. Sure enough, Snape didn't Academic enthusiasm helps us—he really has no good intentions, that old bat with a bad stomach."

I looked at Dan Qi, and Dan Qi motioned me to look at the faculty dining table. I turned my gaze and found that the professors were eating as if nothing had happened, but the smell of gunpowder was still strong.

I turned my head and said, "Actually, you're right, Professor Snape is really nice..." Benelli's extreme judgment started to work again, and he quickly tried to convince him that Snape was not a bad person ——At best, it’s just a little more than a half-belly.

Benelli pretended not to hear.So I had to continue the topic of the afternoon quarrel: "About your attitude that you accused me of being superior, Benelli, this is true, and I apologize for it." I shrugged: "However, this attitude I can't change Well, that's the kind of person I am, that is to say, if you don't plan to break up with me, you have to continue to endure my shortcoming."

"Break off, how come?" Benelli smiled friendly, reached out to shake my hand, and the dispute that was not open for discussion in the afternoon came to an end.

"Is this the end?" Fu Rong said regretfully at the side, "It sounded like a lot of quarrel, but the dust settled in three hours?"

"This is how we get along," Dan Qi said with a slight smile, "Right and wrong are decided before the facts, and denying or making excuses are too stupid."

Lydia said, cutting the steak as gracefully as she could, "We're not that conscious. How long has it been since the shortest we've had an argument—no one's talking to the other?"

"Four days, I think?" Fu Rong recalled: "But I remember the longest record clearly. It was two and a half months. You said I didn't look good with that foundation."

"I still think I was right, it was funny," Lydia said.

Fleur and Lydia glared at each other, and Dan Qi quickly changed the subject and asked me, "Don't you want to know what happened to make Benelli change his position?"

"What happened?" I asked cooperatively.

Dange raised his chin, assumed a typical Slytherin defiant posture, and said in Snape's slick tone: "Ah, Professor Black, I don't think I have much time for childish controversies with you, In fact, I'm very busy. Just a few hours ago, I helped Mr. White and his classmates solve a problem that they couldn't solve, which is also a helpless thing-well, after all, when children encounter Difficult times always go to someone who is more reliable, I mean, not someone else who might not be able to help them."

I took a deep breath: "Hiss... This counterattack is quite hard--Snape is very good. What does Sirius say?" By the way, I glanced at the teaching table from the corner of my eye, and saw that he had just finished eating, and his expression was normal. left.

"He said: Oh, really? That would explain why a lot of students outside of Slytherin house like to come and ask me difficult questions about potions. It seems to them that, tsk, their potions The teacher in the class is not so good at communicating." Dan Qi repeated it imitating Sirius' tone.

At this time, Michael Kona, who is also in the fourth grade, came next to me with a book, greeted us, and then brought a message: "Hey, I heard Ginny's voice when I passed by the Gryffindor table just now. The two twin brothers are setting up a bet. Everyone is betting on who will win the next dispute between Professor Black and Professor Snape - everyone is more optimistic about Professor Black, although this time it was Snape who won, but... ..."

"How come?" Benelli interjected, "How do you judge winning or losing?"

"So," Connor shrugged and said to me, "although a bunch of students crossed Snape to ask Professor Black about Potions, but Vincent didn't. I heard from Snape that you encountered a problem. The first one." Thinking of him—seriously, man, you really should think about it before you act. After all, I bet on your father to win, so you don’t want to lose the chain and be confused about the relationship between the enemy and the enemy.”

"Thank you for your support—but, what I want to ask is about Potions," I frowned. "Besides, Snape was watching from the side when I borrowed the classroom, so of course I went to ask him."

"Oh, so that's how it is," Connor said, stunned for a moment, "but we don't know the details, do we. Anyway, it looks like Snape got Professor Black in the army with something that helped you a lot... "

"Don't worry, Sirius must have the last laugh in this battle of emotions." I took a sip of apple juice sullenly, feeling that I was accidentally involved in such a tug-of-war and was used as a gunman. depressed.

"Oh, the domineering declaration of an important person, the Potions professor is about to be defeated." Fu Rong lazily shook the cup at me, sarcastically happily.

On Easter night, we gathered in the bedroom and waited with bated breath for the cauldron emitting mysterious-looking silver smoke. Benelli counted the seconds nervously on his watch, making Danki and me flustered.When finally, as recorded in the formula, the potion emitted a gray-blue light and lasted for two full seconds, we clapped hands and cheered—it was finally completed.

Benelli quickly and carefully transferred the potion into the bottle, and I was responsible for watching the owl so that Benelli could deliver the gift as soon as it was wrapped.Benilli kept saying as he poured the potion: "Oh my god, my god - thinking imitation potion, we've done it, yes, we've done it, my mother will love it... "

Dan Qi reminded: "Don't forget to try it first, don't rush to send it out."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Benelli patted his forehead: "I'm just going to test the medicine...I'm so excited, sorry."

Florette sat far away on the bed beside me, provoking the owl on my shoulder, and said to Benelli, "Maybe I need to visit your father and ask him about his love experience. If I can understand how Muggles put If the Aurors catch up, I think..."

No one paid any attention to him, and everyone was watching intently as Benelli pulled out a classic memory about Mrs. Hornby from his head, and then put that memory into the beaker containing the potion.The surface of the potion changed, showing a gray-blue color, spelling out the portrait of Mrs. Benelli. She nodded kindly and sharply at Danqi and me, and then gradually disappeared while maintaining the posture of staring at Benelli.

For a split second, I felt like I was facing a cup of weirdly colored latte art coffee.

Dan Qi put away the memory as an introduction, Benelli blinked, and took a small sip of the potion in the cup: "It tastes good."

"Drink it quickly. Finish it!" The three of us urged him in unison.

Benelli quickly picked up the potion again and drank it down. It seemed that his eyes were a little dazed, and the cup would fall to the ground as soon as he let go of his hand.Before we could react, Benelli suddenly bent down, accurately picked up the falling cup, flipped it over, and put the cup on the cabinet neatly, making a crisp sound.

"I think my mother will like this. Acting according to other people's thoughts and habits, it saves a lot of effort to guess the criminal's mind. If it can be used in large quantities through the program, social security - including Muggles - will improve by a whole Grade." Benelli suddenly showed a heroic smile that we have never seen before, and while speaking, he waved his wand, and the bottle containing the potion jumped into the small box, and the wrapping paper wrapped it automatically, leaving the place tied on the owl's claw. The thread on the top is not sloppy at all, and it is completely different from Benelli, who is a bit out of rhythm.

"I said, you write," Benelli released the owl, then turned to us and ordered: "OK? This is the first-hand experience information. First of all, there are no side effects of dizziness and nausea at present, but there is a little bit of cognition Chaos - I have a few moments that I would bring into my mother's role based on my own related memories, which is worth noting..."

When it was almost eleven o'clock, the effect of the 10-minute potion ended. Benelli shook his head, regained his gentle and harmless temperament, and stared at the quill in his hand for a moment.

"You just couldn't bear to have unfinished homework left in your schoolbag, so you started to study crazily after recording the potion information, and we couldn't stop it." I explained.

"Oh, Merlin's beard." Benelli flipped through his homework and said in disbelief to the textbook in front of him, "I'm previewing next month's homework?"

Dench said, "Obviously. And you turned down Florette's invitation to a match—he said he wanted to try it out against real Aurors, and..."

"I refused, and I wisely stated that I just imitated my mother's thinking, and my ability has not been improved-I remember." Benelli scratched his head, not noticing that the quill in his hand left a mark on his face. With a few drops of ink, he said angrily: "It's really unfair. I always ask to compete with him, but he has never bothered to agree!"

"So that's it. Confirm that the memory can be maintained." Danqi wrote this down on the parchment, then yawned, lay down on the bed and murmured: "This is the guy I know, good night, confused Benelli."

Benelli's face was full of ink without knowing it, and he rolled his eyes dissatisfied at Danqi.

Benelli saw the ink on his face in the mirror early the next morning—he was too lazy to turn on the light in the bathroom last night, washed his face perfunctorily and went to sleep, leaving the ink stains on his face Bigger and more visible.I patted Benelli who was thinking about what kind of magic to clean his face with a bitter face, and suggested that he should not take the risk of using magic spells indiscriminately, lest he have to go to Madam Pomfrey to repair his melted skull.Then I took the rest of the imitation thinking potion to the principal, and asked him to do a final appraisal to see if there were any omissions in the potion. If not, we can announce the formula—of course, we have to sign on Snape's name.

But it turned out that on this bright morning, the headmaster wasn't in the office, and I wouldn't be stupid enough to go to Snape to check the results of the potion again, so I went to Sirius again, but he wasn't there, so I just took it The bottle went back to the dormitory.At this time, Benelli's dirty marks were still not completely removed, so Benelli decided to go to the library to check for some useful little spells—the ink contained a unique magic that prevents fading, and ordinary cleaning spells were helpless against it—Dan Qi But he said that it was a crime to hide in the castle in such weather. I didn't even put down my things, and dragged Benelli to Hogsmeade with Dan Qi.

The weather today is exceptionally nice, a little warmer than usual. Looking up, the sky is clear, and there is a faint and attractive fragrance of flowers coming from the greenhouse. If you don't imagine that it is the lure of the piranhas prepared by Professor Sprout for the sixth grade The smell of prey, this flower fragrance is also quite beautiful.

Danqi and Furong walked slower and slower behind, whispering and laughing. Her best friend Lydia walked with us helplessly. When we arrived at the first store in Hogsmeade, Danqi and Furong had long been left behind. Far behind, it doesn't look like they want to join us.We walked around Hogsmeade very quickly, Benelli was always thinking about the marks on his face and was a little absent-minded, and Lydia put all her thoughts on pretending after a group of Gryffindors came behind And peeking up, I followed her gaze, suspecting that she was looking at one of the twins.

After turning around, our route was vaguely following the Gryffindors - I don't mind Lydia wanting to follow, and Benelli always looks at the side of his face in the window, which is completely follow us.The Weasleys probably noticed this too. At a corner, they turned around casually and asked Lydia, "Do you want to eat it?" It's not out of place to share custard biscuits with classmates in the festive atmosphere. , but only if that cookie doesn't turn you into a giant canary.

Lydia didn't seem to realize what the enthusiastic Weasleys were holding, she picked up a random piece and ate it before I could stop her.

"Oh, Merlin's beard." Benelli turned his head, saw Weasley and their biscuits, and then looked at Lydia sympathetically. As a result, almost a minute later, the nonchalant expression on the faces of the Weasleys turned into She gave a smirk, turned into surprise and then remained puzzled, Lydia still maintained her human form well.

"You're blocking the way." Someone said disapprovingly, and Fred and George quickly stepped aside, pulled us aside, and asked Lydia what was going on and why she didn't change shape.

"Well, what's the transformation?" Lydia licked her fingers and asked with the same nonchalant expression when they handed her the biscuit just now.

"You know what it is," said one of the twins.

"How did you do it? Did you replace the biscuit? What special potion did you take?" another guessed.

Lydia said mysteriously: "It's a secret."

"Are you an inhuman being ineffective against potions?"

"Maybe you're a vampire."

"Or a werewolf."

"Or a house-elf."

"Come on, her clothes aren't that ragged, she can't be a house-elf."

"You're right, but she might be a strange species immune to magic."

"Maybe she got our formula, Fred." George suddenly proposed a hypothesis that horrified them, and then they dragged Lydia to demand money for Lydia's "secret": "Our product There can be no flaws - I need to know what's wrong."

"You can be our friendly partner. I will give you two thousandths of the profit."

Lydia scoffed at the promised two-thousandth profit, but she backed down: "Well, I don't care about your funny cookies, but a secret is a secret after all. I'll only tell one of you."

The twins looked at each other, and then showed a look of sudden realization.

"That must be me, my lady. I had a nice dance with you at the Yule Ball, remember?" One of the twins made a mocking bow.

"Unless your name is George." Lydia was not fooled by the tricks they often played, and ticked her fingers at the real George beside her.

As Fred dragged us away from Lydia and George and hid behind the corner of the house, we heard Lydia say: "Don't understand why you're always together, seriously, are you conjoined twins? Are you The type I like, try to date, how about it?"

"So straightforward," said Fred, whistling behind the wall, admiringly, "a passionate Frenchman."

Then we lost our hearing over there, and George evidently knew his brother was eavesdropping in the corner, for he soon led Lydia further afield.

Fred shrugged at us: "Happy Easter, then, two wise Ravenclaws—since I can't watch a romantic show, then..." He turned to the group of Gryffindors who hadn't gone far. After searching in many places, he quickly found the person he was looking for. He shouted "Angelina!" After a few words of conversation, he left alone with the girl and ran into the Three Broomsticks bar.

After lunch, Lydia reappeared and took us for a walk when we were a little tired. Probably because my best friend was still in the pink parfum and didn’t have time to listen to her speech. Benelli and I became the easiest relationship between the whole school and her recently. object of complaint.

"He promised to meet more." Lydia led us for a walk in the early spring woods, mainly talking to me, and expressed helplessness to Benelli, who just wiped half of his face red: "I think he might She has a crush on me too. We only danced one dance that day, but that piece happened to be our favorite...who?" Lydia put away the smile on her lips, and pulled out her wand vigilantly.

"Excited," the bushes on the side moved a few times, and it turned out that Harry got out of it: "It's me."

We looked suspiciously at Harry, who appeared alone in a remote place, and looked at the pile of bushes.

"Hermione and Ron are probably still in the village, I'm the only one here," said Harry.

"It's not wise for you to run so far alone." Lydia knew that Voldemort, who was proved to be alive, was dormant somewhere, and frowned at Harry.

I noticed he was holding a rolled-up package with dirt and twigs in his hand, and made a plausible guess: "You're here to get something—who asked you to come here?"

Harry shook his head while unpacking the package in his hand and said, "I don't know... I got a note saying that if I come here at this time, tell me how Skeeter knows about Hagrid and Hermione." Private, you know, those few news stories are killing us. Hermione and Ron were dragged in the village, and I think it's going to be late, so I came here alone."

He opened the last layer, and inside was a painting tube obviously made by Muggles, but inside the painting tube was not a painting, but a roll of parchment for writing.

"Maybe it's just an unnamed insider?" Harry speculated, preparing to pour the parchment out of the tube mouth down.

"Don't touch it with your hands, you're a witch..." Lydia reached out her hand to stop it, trying to straighten the painting tube, but the parchment inside flew out lightly, sticking to it like a stiff reptile. On Lee's sleeve, Benelli reached out to grab it off, then frowned and said, "It's stuck."

I realized that someone might be chanting spells on the parchment around me, so I quickly raised my wand to be on guard, and rushed out of the suspicious place, and then saw a silent guy with a hood, I don't know who it is.I cast several spells, but none of them hit him, when suddenly I heard Lydia sternly yell, "Let go."

"I can't do it! It's sucking my hand!" cried Benelli in panic.

I quickly ran back around the bushes and roots, just in time to see the blue fluorescent light from the parchment from a distance.

It was a portkey.

Lydia held up her wand and tried to cut Harry's sleeve, but it just scratched Harry's skin, and blood spattered out. She gritted her teeth and grabbed the parchment, yelling at me, "Get someone!" In the next second, their figures distorted and disappeared, and Lydia's voice was still echoing in the woods.

I was stunned for a moment, and then ran quickly towards the village. When I was about to run out of the woods, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the front. I could clearly see that they were Ron and Hermione.

"See Harry?"

"Go to the professor! He was taken away by the Portkey!" I shouted out of breath, and continued to run forward without stopping. Hermione and Ron hurried over and asked loudly what happened.

"I don't know," I said, "but it sure isn't a good thing."

Ron and Hermione borrowed Madam Rosmerta's broom and flew back. I hesitated for a while and didn't go back with them. I just stayed and warned the students not to stay in Hogsmeade and told them to go back to school quickly.

"What happened?" Fred, next to Angelina, asked me.

"Harry was taken away. I probably saw a Death Eater." I hoped that the destination must not be Hangleton. For Merlin's sake, today is only April [-]th.

Fortunately, Hagrid was nearby, and he could be more effective as a teacher in driving the students back to school.The students didn't know what was going on, they were in a mess and they didn't obey Hagrid's orders, and they didn't obey Hagrid's orders. Someone whispered something about the blood of giants, and the upset Hagrid didn't care about him, he almost shouted , persuaded everyone to go back to school.

"You're here, Vincent. What's the matter, what's going on? Where's Benelli and Lydia?" Dange and Fleur asked me as they emerged from the crowd and stood with me behind Hagrid to avoid the crowd. .

I shook my head, guilty of not having time to answer him.Now that I have calmed down completely, I don't think about Harry being taken to the Riddle family's cemetery two months in advance, and I concentrate on assessing the risk of apparating to a completely strange place in my heart-I have to go Go live, I can't just sit here and wait, ignorant and helpless about possible time shifts.

I pushed Dange away and told him to go back to the castle quickly, ignoring him calling me from behind, and ran to a place where no one was there, meditating on Little Hangleton and preparing to Apparate.

No.

I stopped in the middle of a circle - it was too risky.I patted my head, calm down, the more flustered I am, the more I can't think, calm down!I just watched all of Vincent's magic from the first perspective, and I have personally experienced and mastered less than a quarter of the magic spells, so I don't even...

wait.My hands are in the air, wait a minute...

I took out the bottle of imitation thinking potion that I was going to send for identification from my pocket, put my wand on my head, and pulled out the deepest and most typical memory of Vincent in my mind——the moment when he perfectly defeated Bruce under Helen's gaze Then I processed the potion step by step, looked at the table below, and remembered the time after three hours.

If it's Vincent's thinking, plus this is his body and possesses his magic power - the success rate of my return and even solving the problem will increase a lot...

I put my head back and drank all the potion, put the bottle back in my pocket and put it away, feeling that my rational and objective self was going away, and thinking similar to Vincent himself was taking over my head.

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