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We danced only half a tune before Mrs. Pince chased us away, shaking off little stars that kept bouncing up her head, and yelling at us that the library was not the place for us to have fun.I was actually relieved, because I should have accidentally stepped on Draco's four or five feet-this can't be my fault, first, I have no achievements in activities such as dancing, and second, I can only hear Draco in the library. The faint sound of music coming from the auditorium made it even more difficult to find the beat.

After using Legilimency to make the chaos and panic in my brain gradually subside, my thinking became a little clearer, and I felt that I seemed to be too good-tempered. This bastard who pulled my wrist and led me out was full of pride He calculated me happily, and in his eyes, I was just a small animal struggling in a trap.

"I don't want to go to the auditorium." Thinking of this, I withdrew my hand, "I can't handle such a fast-paced song."

What started out as soothing music has now turned into the uptempo pop that young wizards and witches are obsessed with today. I believe that I can not only step on his feet but also step on my own feet under this rhythm.Already, however, quite a few students had left the Great Hall in pairs to have fun elsewhere in the school—their conspicuous dress robes were now a liability, some fabrics even gleaming against the night sky.I think if we go to the grass by the lake and throw a festive firework, it will definitely explode at least five times as many students as usual.

"People are everywhere," Draco said sharply, "so it's just a school dance..."

There are flickering lights in the rose garden, and the moment I walk in, I feel that there is no one here, but the chuckles and whispers from the flowers are obviously not from the flower fairy in the good night story before going to bed (there are hollow flowers on the side of the road Bench, why do you have to choose bushes?), we walked along the winding path for a while, the roses were in full bloom in seasons that did not belong to them, swaying gently with the wind under the moonlight.

"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about, Karkaroff." Turning a corner, we heard voices in front of us, and from the sound of footsteps, it sounded like they were walking towards us. Draco stopped Down, obviously trying to figure out who's talking as much as I am.The voice was full of energy, and now the tone was full of doubts, "I don't know why you asked me to say this—"

"Don't be stupid, Bagman!" Another voice was hoarse and angry, "Don't think that no one here knows your details, do you think I'm willing to tell you this? I can't help it, it's getting worse and worse Obviously, I can't help worrying—"

Their voices were getting closer and closer, and it didn't seem like a good idea to bump into such an obviously unpleasant conversation. I pulled Draco to hide behind a large stone statue next to him, and he seemed very interested in this conversation. Interested, trying desperately to hear more clearly.

"If you're talking about that, I was tired of saying those words back then. To be honest, I thought it was the two Weasley boys who were pestering me at first. Let me say it again , I really didn't-"

The identities of the two people in the conversation are easy to guess. One is the mother's immediate boss, Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports, and the other is Durmstrang's principal, Igor Karkaroff.I really can't think of any intersection between the two of them. Could it be that Mr. Bagman played in Germany when he was a Quidditch player?

"We are able to stand here today because we had our own rhetoric back then." Karkaroff now sounds like he has completely lost the demeanor of a school leader, "Look at your arms, you can really pretend Did nothing happen!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Mr. Bagman's tone began to grow impatient. "You must be too tired and have a little more drink--yo-ho! Look who we've met, Harry. As one of the Hogwarts warriors, shouldn't you be dancing with the girl you love in the Great Hall now? Why are you here with—your friend?"

"Let's go for a walk, sir." I heard Harry's voice, "Is it bothering you?"

"No, no hahahaha! Come on, come on, I just want to chat with you—your friend shouldn't mind?" Bagman's voice was unusually enthusiastic, as if he wanted to get rid of Karkaroff as soon as possible Entanglement, "Come on, let's go this way! Your friend can wait for you at the garden gate, we won't spend too much time..."

Karkaroff also quickly left here from another direction, and the road gradually became quiet, only the gurgling sound of the fountain next to him and a chuckle or two from farther away could be heard.

"Draco?" I took a few steps away from the back of the statue and looked back to see that he was still standing there, "What's wrong?"

I don't know if it was the illusion caused by the magically suspended light balls in the garden, but his face looked paler than usual, and his brows were wrinkled in thought.

"Draco?" I called him again in a low voice, and he came back to his senses as if he had been awakened, followed me out, and didn't express his opinion on Bagman's enthusiasm for Potter (if he usually would say a few words in a bitter tone), he seemed very silent all the way, touching his arm with one hand from time to time, and then shook his head again.

"Are you alright?" He seemed uninterested. I recalled the conversation I just heard, but I didn't think of anything that would make him very concerned. The relationship between Bagman and Karkaroff was a bit unpleasant—— Draco wouldn't suddenly be concerned about whether Krum could win the Triwister Cup, would he?Or did I just use Legilimency on him and screwed his mind?Suddenly recalling Hermione's warning, I felt very uneasy, and reached out to touch his forehead, "Shall we go to Madam Pomfrey's?"

"Very good? What's the problem." He shook his head, as if trying to get rid of some unpleasant thoughts, "I'm just——going for a walk by the lake?"

We spent a little time looking for unoccupied grass by the lake (it was really hard), he sat there and threw a few stones into the lake and he felt better, and the rest of the time we talked about just now For my apparently unsuccessful Legilimency chanting, he made fun of me in a drawn-out tone as the caster for being out of order, and then corrected some of my understanding of Occlumency in that notebook.

"I think you made a mistake." He tapped the ground with his wand, and a large pile of stones was neatly arranged under our feet, "Do you think successful Occlumency is to hide all thoughts?" stand up."

He waved his wand and whispered a spell, and the stones rolled aside, leaving only the smooth sand: "But I don't think this is right, Occlumency is to counteract Legilimency, so the premise is Someone is trying to probe your mind, like a thief—you just acted more like a robber, kicking open the door of a house, only to find that it was empty, what would the intruder think at this time?"

"The master hides everything." I answered him like a student answering a question.

"But thoughts are not property, and they cannot be transferred. They must exist somewhere in the brain." He waved his wand again, and a gust of wind blew over the stones that he had put aside before, "This is just This is where Legilimency is useful, and I believe that those who are proficient in using it can use some techniques to find hidden memories no matter how deep they are hidden.”

"Then you're saying that Occlumency as a defense is useless against a master Legilimency?" I said, "but Dad's notes contain more Occlumency than Legilimency. "

"No, of course not, that's why I said you didn't understand what Occlumency is for." I rarely saw such an excited light in his eyes, "Liz, Occlumency is not passive To hide, but to put something of interest to the intruder in the room—to make the intruder feel that he has got what he wants, while hiding the things he really cares about."

He tapped a few stones and cast a floating spell, and he put the stones behind him, and there were still many stones lying on the ground.

"Show him what he wants, and protect what I want to protect. The intruder thinks that he is active, but in the end he is induced to be passive." He whispered, "It's very charming...very interesting."

"I'm clearly gifted at Occlumency," he bragged to me triumphantly, "I only glanced at your notes on the train, but I knew right away what to do - you lent it to me , I can teach you after reading it."

The dance ended at midnight, and many people seemed dissatisfied. They still gathered around the auditorium in twos and threes.In the crowd, I saw my mother who was chatting with Professor Moody, and my father stood by and still used his usual gloomy expression to drive away the wandering students who were reluctant to leave.

"Liz!" Mom stretched out her arms and hugged me, she smelled of lily, my daddy's familiar perfume, "I've been wondering where you were in the evening... but it seems like you Have a good time?"

She no doubt saw the grass and gravel on my robes, and I coughed a few times, hoping she didn't see Draco who had just parted from me.

"Um, I have something to tell you and Dad. I happened to overhear something tonight... I think I should tell you." I looked at Professor Moody uneasily.

"Is it related to Hogwarts, little girl?" Moody's blue eyeballs swiveled wildly, and he took a sip of the drink from his curved bottle, "You can tell me too."

"Well, maybe I'm thinking too much." I roughly recounted the conversation between Mr. Bagman and Karkaroff, "I just think Mr. Bagman is Mom's boss, Karkaroff Seems to be bothered about something—could it be that something went wrong in the Triwizard Tournament? Harry (I looked at Dad and quickly corrected)—I mean, Potter has been chosen as the fourth warrior, There can be no more accidents, can there be?"

Moody laughed gruffly, and his eyes rolled even more: "Lily, your daughter will definitely be a good Auror in the future!"

Mom and Dad looked at each other, obviously thinking of something but not going to tell me.

"We got it." Mom kissed me tenderly on the forehead. "You're doing great, Liz. I think you're tired from playing today, aren't you? Go back to rest early, Merry Christmas baby."

"Go back and rest." Dad stretched out his hand and rubbed my head, "Next time, don't go to the lake in the middle of the night—it won't do with anyone."

However, the Yule Ball didn't seem to end successfully because the bell struck No. 12. I met Harry on the way back to the lounge. He seemed to be thinking about something and almost bumped into a piece of armor.

We said Merry Christmas to each other and I was relieved it wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be.But no sooner had we climbed into the common room than we heard Hermione and Ron arguing violently, yelling at each other face to face from a dozen or so paces away.I've never seen Hermione look so angry, and her beautiful bun, which took two hours to tie up, was messed up and messed up on her distorted face.

"You only lose your temper with me, too, don't you? Isn't Tallus dancing with Astoria Greengrass? Isn't he dancing from the first to the last? Why don't you dare to him Calling this an act of betrayal to Gryffindor? Huh? You can only come here like a coward and accuse me of trumped-up charges!"

"Hey, hey! Don't drag me into this." Black (I just noticed that he was watching the battle) sitting aside raised a finger, "First, I said that I and the third one I met didn't The girl on my partner danced, and I would gladly dance with her all night even if it was a female baboon; second, we didn't dance from beginning to end, and she needed a break every now and then; third, she danced well, and I enjoyed it. After speaking, you continue, Merry Christmas."

After speaking, he gracefully slid into the boys' dormitory, and I noticed that the pansy he had pinned on his chest was gone.

"I know there's a way around this," Hermione continued to yell at Ron Weasley viciously, "Have you thought of that?"

"I can't think of it!" Ron Weasley roared back not to be outdone, "You just talk about it!"

"Next time there is a dance, you invite me before anyone else—don't wait until you have no choice but to think that I still exist!" Hermione almost cried and said this sentence, and turned around suddenly and boarded the The stairs of the girls' dormitory.

Ron Weasley stood where he opened his mouth and closed it again. After repeating this action several times, he turned around and said weakly to Harry: "She's just being vexatious, isn't she... no Get to the heart of the matter."

Harry didn't say anything, and I think he was thinking the same thing as I was—Hermione was the one who really got to the heart of the matter.

In the girls' dormitory, the girls didn't rest immediately, Hermione pulled down the bed curtain and hid in it by herself, while the others seemed much happier, chatting about the process of the prom non-stop.Patil and Lavender are sorting out the tarot cards collected from various places.

"This chariot belongs to Harry. He also took the second one but forgot to give it to me-forget about him, it will make people angry." Patil muttered while tidying up, "Priest It's Hermione's, luckily I just met her on the road and asked her to take it, I knew she would get this one—whose Pope's?"

"Neville's," Brown replied, "whose power is this?"

"Forget it, it might be Ron's," Patil muttered. "The two of them are really annoying - don't even think about asking me and my sister out."

"Hey, Alice!" They greeted me enthusiastically, "What card did you draw? Can you give it to us?"

"Oh, of course." I handed them the Wheel of Fortune in my pocket, "Take it."