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"Good evening, Miss Alice." Dumbledore in the principal's office was not surprised by Draco and I's sudden visit. He greeted us both in a relaxed tone, "Good evening, Draco."

Draco didn't speak, and went straight to a chair in front of his desk and sat down before waiting for Dumbledore's invitation.Since I took him from that dirty remote bathroom to the stone monster just now, he only said one sentence when I realized that I didn't know the password of the principal's office and felt at a loss: "Toffee Finger Pies".

The stone monster jumped to the sides immediately, and a spiral staircase appeared in front of us.While I was still wondering why Draco knew the password, Dumbledore put his skinny left fingertips together with his normal right fingertips, leaned forward slightly and looked sharply at Draco through the half-moon glasses Ke's listless face, said: "May I think that you are here today to consider accepting my previous suggestion, child?"

Draco didn't answer right away, his face was gloomy and he didn't say a word, he kept slowly stroking the silver ring on his finger with a small silver snake entangled in it.Dumbledore was not in a hurry, he even waved his wand and poured each of us a cup of steaming cocoa.This room is roughly the same as the principal's office I saw in my father's memories. The long table is full of weird silver ornaments with fine steam injections. The beautiful and gorgeous bird seems to find me looking at it. It raised its neck and let out a pleasant bird song.

"I'm glad you look fully recovered." Dumbledore didn't seem to care about Draco's silence, he kindly raised the porcelain cup with childish patterns at me, "Alice, do you mind Leave a little alone time for the two of us?"

This was obviously a tactful eviction order, so I could only answer "I don't mind" along the way, and Dumbledore got up and took me all the way to the stairs.

"Er...may I tell someone about bringing him to see you, Professor?" I looked up at Dumbledore with some embarrassment.

"Ah... of course, but I don't want everyone to know about it, you should know what I mean." He nodded to me, "Thank you very much for bringing him to me today, Ellie Silk."

Seeing my eyes try to look over his shoulders and beard into the office again, Dumbledore laughed and winked at me: "I assure you he'll be all right, and naturally, I will be all right. "

When I returned to the corridor near the auditorium, Mrs. Pince was aggressively driving the last wave of students out of the library who were scrambling to write a few minutes before the library was completely closed. The quill pens were scrambling to pack their heavy schoolbags, textbooks and thick parchment were floating in the air and colliding with each other. Some of the most diligent students were still chanting a few words quickly until they stuffed the last book into their bags. A long name.

There was another clanging sound on the road where Peeves wreak havoc before. Filch thought it was an exasperated Filch losing his temper while cleaning up the mess, but when he walked over, he found that it was a wobbly woman pulling Nanny. Wei's arm wouldn't let him go.Professor Trelawney looked quite drunk, and while Neville wanted to avoid her bony hands, he also had to be careful that she fell on the shards of the wine bottle under his feet. The fifth graders are even more embarrassed.

"Thank goodness." Neville breathed out after I walked over and used the Vanishing Charm to clean up the shards of glass all over the floor. "She's holding me like this, I can't even get my wand out of my pocket—"

"Professor, Professor Trelawney." Neville said helplessly, but Trelawney was waving a handful of tattered playing cards at him all the time, seemingly not intending to listen to him at all, " If you really foresaw something very important, I think the best way is to go to Professor Dumbledore—”

Hearing Dumbledore's name, Trelawney straightened her body and stopped shaking. She let go of Neville's arm and wrapped the floor-sweeping shawl tightly around her body, showing a haughty expression.

"The headmaster hinted that he hoped I'd better not visit him." She looked at Neville and then at me indifferently, "I won't beg for nothing to pester people who don't respect me. Since Dumbledore decides Ignore the warning cards—”

She suddenly widened her eyes again (under the glasses that can magnify objects countless times, people can’t help but want to take a few steps back), and threw the cards in her hand into the air, flying randomly in the sky under our blank eyes Grabbed one of the cards: "Did you see it! Time and time again, no matter how I put it - I will eventually come to the same end..."

"—the tower struck by lightning," she murmured while hiccupping, "disaster, misfortune... getting closer..."

"Professor," I cleared my throat, trying to make my respect appear more sincere, "you can also discuss it with another divination teacher, I think he should-"

Enraged by what I said (though in a way it wouldn't be too bad to let Neville go), she flung her nostrils out of anger as she swerved toward me: "That old horse! He--he I don't know anything about card divination! Of course, with a tolerant and noble heart, I tried to have a dialogue with him between prophets-asked him if he didn't feel the faint vibration before the disaster? But he seemed to feel that I It's funny! Yes! It's funny!"

The smell of sherry intensified in the air as she opened her mouth wide and let out another loud belch.

"I really miss the time when you were still in class, Neville Longbottom." Seemingly drunk, she forgot why she lost her temper just now, reached out and patted Neville's shoulder with a bit of affection Said: "You have never had much prophetic talent...but you are a very ideal object..."

Neville sighed, he was obviously very reluctant to be the subject of Professor Trelawney's continuous predictions of doom.

"Professor, I'll take you back to your office." Neville nodded at me, motioning for me to help clean up the playing cards that fell on the floor.Trelawney muttered to herself: "Brilliant people are always subject to all kinds of envy and slander, child... There are always some people who say that I never inherited my great-grandmother's talent—hiccup— But these scheming people have never thought about how Dumbledore would allow me to teach at this excellent school in the - hiccups - hiccups if - hiccups - So many years..."

"None of us doubts your talent." Neville took the tattered deck of playing cards I handed him, "Let's go, you look like you need to rest."

After they left, I found a dirty piece of paper in the corner. I thought it was a missing playing card. When I walked over to pick it up, I found that the color and size were not right. The golden letters on the paper were blurred due to water. It is unclear and difficult to distinguish, and only a few slowly changing color blocks are left in the pattern.When I looked up, I saw an armor hung upside down by Peeves. Maybe Filch could only remove the head of the armor because of his height, or the head of the armor just fell off and rolled to other places because of the corrosion of the joint. , now the metal doll hanging upside down is looking at me with its empty chest, and its feet are crunching and shaking because of the wind blowing in from the window. Although it is already May, which is approaching summer, I shiver for no reason .

A few hours later, the midnight bell was heard in the distance, and most of the students returned to the dormitory yawning and preparing for a good night's sleep.Neville also came back shortly after I went back to the common room. He got a haircut and wrinkled robes and went back to the boys' dormitory without saying a few words to us (I think Professor Trelawney will definitely not let go of this great opportunity of divination for him. Chance).Although I was sitting next to Harry, Ron and Tallus had been tirelessly tugging at him and discussing Ravenclaw Quidditch tactics until they finally rubbed their eyes and muttered "see you tomorrow" Yawning and preparing to leave, Harry just took the dementor paper that I had altered to make it almost invisible, and was about to start copying it.

"There will be no next time. I just changed it for you because you are too busy recently." I muttered, "Don't copy them all, just change the order of the sentences...don't let my dad see it is wrong at a glance. I wrote it for you."

"I know." He nodded and wrote quickly, "This kind of long sentence - I definitely won't use it, and the analogy with potions...I changed it to the analogy of playing Quidditch, um..."

"I have something to tell you." When he wrote two-thirds of the time, there was only the fifth grade student in the corner who fell asleep because he was reviewing the history of magic, and I silently cast a spell on him. He closed his ears and listened to the mantra, took a deep breath and said, "Well... you can be angry with me after listening, or you can quarrel with me, but I think... I can't always bypass you just because of these reasons. Tell Hermione, since now, um...the relationship between the two of us is like this, isn't it?"

Harry looked a little surprised, he thought for a while and then put down the quill: "Go ahead."

"I... took Draco to meet Dumbledore in the headmaster's office today." I lowered my head to avoid Harry's expression and gaze, looked at the palm prints on my palm and whispered how I used my own way this school year The person who investigated Draco and how he met Draco and Myrtle in the bathroom today said it all, "I know you definitely don't agree... I don't believe that Draco might be on our side, but From my point of view...Since Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to him, it means that he is still saved in the eyes of Professor Dumbledore, right? I still don't want him to be like this, um..."

I was a little uneasy and quickly glanced up at Harry's expression. He didn't look angry, but his brows were slightly frowned as if he was still digesting what I just told him. After a long silence, he said, "Let me first say that I didn't blame him. You mean, but if I were you, I'd give him a Legilimency to figure out what the hell he's doing, and that's a very, very good chance."

"My Legilimency has not improved much," I explained, "A very good Legilimency master can steal their memories without the other party realizing it, but I will definitely let him know. At that time he It seems that he has already broken down, and he is already thinking about meeting Dumbledore, if he finds out that I want to use Legilimency on him... I am worried that he will go to the other extreme."

"He might be faking it." Harry shrugged his shoulders, "You're right, I can't believe Malfoy, it seems to me that he and his family's theory of pure-blood worship is rotten to the bone It can’t be changed. He has the courage to meet Dumbledore, which shows that he is confident that even Dumbledore can’t figure out what he is doing behind the scenes.”

"Talus' father was born in the Black family, didn't he also become a member of the Order of the Phoenix in the end?" Although I knew Harry must have such a view, I couldn't help but refute.

"That's different, Alice." Harry said in a gentle tone, "Sirius has disliked everything about the Black family since he was born, and he has been a rebel from the beginning to the end, that's why he was sorted by the Sorting Hat with my father." Went to Gryffindor, lived with my grandparents since fifth grade and never went back. If you have to make an analogy, it should be compared to Regulus Black, Sirius' younger brother, who and Tallus Like my grandparents, I was a fanatical pure-blood supporter from the beginning to the end, and I couldn't wait to join the Death Eater camp after graduation."

"What happened later?" This name is very unfamiliar to me, and I seem to have only seen it on the tapestry at No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Dead, but not by the Aurors." Harry looked out the window where the lightning and thunder started again, "I only heard Sirius mention it once, he never liked to talk about the relatives in his family— —It seems that Regulus was afraid of something and wanted to quit, and then the mysterious man killed him, or found someone to kill him... There is no such thing as a resignation report from the mysterious man."

"I know that you can't completely regard Malfoy as an enemy like we do. Hermione has reminded me of this many times. She is worried that I will hurt you consciously or unconsciously because of Malfoy...after all, put everything aside , you and him grew up together just like Talus and I, of course I can... try my best to understand the relationship between you." Harry sighed, "I'm also very happy that you Can tell me these things instead of Hermione finding a way to relay it, but sometimes I really worry... Alice, if Malfoy uses your relationship with him to create a trap to confuse you one day , what if it hurts you?"

"Then he will only have one chance." I replied frankly, "If he didn't take advantage of that chance to kill me, if I found out that he was using what little trust I had left to hurt people around me, I would Tit-for-tat without hesitation - I never wish to presume him with the most negative thoughts, but if he proves that he really can only side with the Death Eaters...it will be easier."

"Are you really not angry?" He stretched out his hand and rubbed my head, then picked up the quill and began to copy the paper. Although I was relieved and felt a stone fell to the ground, I was still a little uneasy.

"One thing, how should I put it... It's not angry." He took off his glasses and leaned over to kiss my forehead, "I'm angry with my dad. If he had a better relationship with your dad back then, it wouldn't be as troublesome as it is now. thing……"

I quite agree with this sentence. If the relationship between Mr. Potter and my father is not so tense, Harry and I will not be so nervous about leaving the Gryffindor lounge to hold hands. I am always worried that my father will Popping out of nowhere in the shadows of the hallway and finding an excuse to put Harry in detention, even keep him out of the Saturday morning Quidditch match (I think my dad would have done something like that, couldn't have given him the chance) .

On Saturday morning, the entire Gryffindor tower was filled with a warm atmosphere early in the morning. Everyone wanted to change their robes into gold and red, and wear brightly colored rosettes on their wrists. Practice the slogan when waving the flag.Every Quidditch team member received a warm cheer when they came out of their dormitories, and when Harry appeared in the common room with a disheveled hair, the applause in the tower reached its peak, and his players walked over to him. Surrounded each other to encourage each other.

After breakfast amidst the din of the auditorium, Harry leaned over and motioned for me to kiss his cheek. I glanced at my father who was sitting on the staff table drinking porridge from the corner of my eye, and perfunctorily rubbed his cheek with the tip of my nose. , saw his disappointed eyes and hurriedly said: "I will replenish you after the game."

Harry looked up to see Dad staring at him sullenly, muttered something I didn't hear, and went over and patted Tallus and Ron on the shoulder (Ron was giggling because Hermione kissed his side cheek ) indicating that they should go to the locker room.

"This seems to be the first time I've watched a full Quidditch match after the Quidditch World Cup." Even though it's almost June, the wind in the stands is still strong, I wrapped my scarf tightly and said to Hermione, " Why do I feel more nervous than watching the World Cup?"

"It's very simple." Hermione pulled me to let me wave the small flag in my hand following the wave of Gryffindor flags, "There is no one you care about on the World Cup pitch."

"The game is about to start, and we saw that the players from both sides have started to enter the field. I am the commentator of this game, Demirza Robbins." I am very happy to see that the commentator is no longer the face like the moon Zacharias Smith, the Gryffindor girl, seemed to have participated in the Chaser selection, but unfortunately she didn't fly as well as Ginny.

"The captains of both sides shook hands under Ms. Hooch's instructions. Okay, listen to the whistle-three-two-the game begins! This is the last Quidditch match of this school year's House Cup, Gryffindor vs. LaVine Crowe, we can see from the current standings that Ravenclaw has a certain lead in points in the previous games. If Gryffindor wants to win the championship, he not only needs to win the game, but also needs to lead by more than [-] points—— Ginny Weasley gets the Quaffle - dodges a Bludger - nice counter - show them Jimmy Purks power - Ginny gets close to Ravenclaw's goal — Ten to zero Gryffindor!"

The cheers on the field were deafening, and the Gryffindor girls in the fifth grade had begun to sing their adaptation of Ginny's version of "Weasley is Our King" excitedly in advance.

"Good job! Ron Weasley blocked another nasty attack - I'm sorry Professor McGonagall I will try to explain the game objectively! Talus! Talus Black grabbed the ghost with a beautiful mid-air roll Flyball! The dream of all Hogwarts teenage girls! He's like a classy - ahem, sorry professor - pass - Ginny - Katie - Ginny - Talus - bypass They! Go in!"

"Sixty to twenty Gryffindor continues to lead! Both players are in very good form today, and we can see two Seekers - Harry Potter and Cho Chang circling the two halves respectively , Harry's task now is not to catch the Golden Snitch, he needs to wait for the opportunity and ensure that the Snitch is not caught by Qiu Zhang—go back down, Talus scored another goal with Ginny's assist!"

Until the throats of the people in the stands were sore, the score finally came to 210 to [-], that is to say, if this point difference can be maintained, and Harry catches the Golden Snitch to end the game, Gryffindor can get the score. The Quidditch Cup.

Even though I don't know much about Quidditch, I can feel that Harry's state has changed. He no longer keeps a proper distance from Cho Chang to ensure that she will block every moment she spots the Snitch, but starts to speed up. Opening the distance between him and Qiu, he began to look for the snitch alone.

"Katie's goal! Three hundred to one hundred and four! Ron Weasley, don't panic, the whole Gryffindor is cheering for you!" Demelza's voice also became hoarse, "God—— Harry Potter sped up! Did he see it - Cho Chang followed, but she was not as fast as the Firebolt - Harry dodged the Ravenclaw batsman's Bludger, so hanging ——Tricky corner acceleration, which is a test of the performance of the broom and the flying skills of the players——Did he not catch it, he seems to be slowing down——No! Tricked Qiu Zhang into turning—I have already seen that flash— - He caught it! He caught it! Harry Potter caught the Snitch and scored 150 points - game over! Gryffindor leads Ravenclaw four hundred and five to one hundred and four - Gryffindor Win this Quidditch Cup under the leadership of Captain Harry Potter!"

Cheers erupted from the stands, giving people the illusion that they were about to lose their hearing. Professor McGonagall rushed around the field and waved his arms to celebrate the victory. The Gryffindor players waved vigorously, every wrinkle on their faces It's a smile.

"The captain should have shaken hands and taken the trophy - where did Harry Potter fly? He flew into the Gryffindor stands - oh-oh... it seems the rumors are true, but girls don't Frustrated, we still have Tallus Black and Neville Longbottom—”

Harry gnawed at my face for at least half a minute in front of the whole school - probably longer, and in the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class he made my dad pissed off for not answering a question about Inferi, Dad made Harry come to him every Saturday morning until the end of term for custodial - and I was partly responsible, too, when Harry wore a crimson jersey and looked resolute amidst the screams and cheers of those around him When I jumped off the broom and kissed my lips, my cheeks were so hot that I even forgot that my father was still in another stand.

"He needs to know." Harry, who was in confinement, seemed nonchalant. "We can't hide forever, can we? Confinement—if we can go out for a walk with you in this way, it's worth it."

"The sun is at its best on Saturday morning." Hermione reminded him leisurely beside him, "The final exam is coming, and I sincerely hope that you can find time to be with Ellie after a quarter of the weekend is gone." Ruth went for a walk."

Harry's face fell, and Ron and Tallus laughed gleefully.