[HP] A Brief History of Time

Virginia wasn't surprised to see Harry in Snape's office.The incident of Mr. Weasley being bitten on Christmas Eve was immediately exposed by the newspaper accepted by Black, and the Ministry of Magic once again fell into a crisis of trust.Harry himself was asked to learn Occlumency from Professor Snape.

But both parties seem to be quite resistant to the matter.

When Virginia entered the room, the two of them seemed to have just had a quarrel. Professor Snape stood in the middle of the office with a gloomy face, and Harry, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't hide the hatred in his eyes.Virginia was extremely embarrassed, she taught the thesis in her hand to Snape's desk, turned around and left immediately.

At the corner of the corridor, Draco followed up with a smile, "Did you see that? Is the atmosphere in the office bad? Was Potter treated badly by the professor?"

Virginia took a deep breath, ignored his schadenfreude, and asked, "What about you? Is everything going to the principal's office going well?"

Draco put away his joking smile, "Giving the Ravenclaw crown in the Room of Requirement to Dumbledore is enough to get his attention—I don't want Gregory and Vincent to suffer like the Room of Requirement in their last life the fiery fire."

Virginia looked at him with some sadness. Crabbe's death had always been a hidden knot in Draco's heart. As early as in her previous life, Virginia had seen him cry in front of Crabbe's photo after being drunk Runny nose.

"How about we go to Hogsmeade together on Valentine's Day?" Before Virginia could think of something to comfort him, he himself had easily changed the subject, "Originally we could go wherever we wanted, but unfortunately Azka Ben's escape..."

"They also tried to pour sewage on Black—I'm afraid they won't let your father go easily." The two said as they walked, Virginia reached out and knocked on the wall, and a secret passage appeared soon—this It's a dead end, although it's narrow, it's enough to whisper here.

Draco lit the lamp on the wall with his wand, and sat on the floor against the wall, "Mom can't leave the door anymore, and after what happened with Dobby, she hardly dares to use the house-elf."

"You are very dangerous, and Harry is also very dangerous. You can tell from Professor Snape's face that Harry still hasn't practiced Occultism well, and the mysterious man still wants to lure him to the Department of Mysteries as before—I don't know what will happen." Who to use as bait," Virginia sighed softly, "but this time I don't want to get involved in the battle of the DA Army or the Department of Mysteries. I found that I am useless, so I might as well protect myself .”

As a result, within a few days, something that proved that Virginia was still useful found her.The headmaster's office, Virginia watched in amazement as old Mr. Pye of St. Mungo's sat on the reception sofa in the headmaster's office.

Virginia stood by the door, and Professor Dumbledore beckoned her to sit down, and continued to negotiate with old Mr. Pye, "...it's not just about the particularity of potions, Claremont, you know what's going on now Special—unless you think of me as an old lunatic, you must know that if the function of this potion is spread, it is not only St. Mungo who will be in danger."

Virginia immediately noticed that there was a crystal bottle in Dumbledore's hand, and the almost empty potion inside was shining with familiar colors.

"Principal, I'm sure no one can get this secret from me. If it wasn't for my weird son, I wouldn't have noticed this potion." Claremont Pai smiled bitterly, "Mr. Weasley is very nice It was too fast, in fact, by Christmas, all the poison in his wound had been eliminated, almost overnight, but none of us dared to disclose this news-later I found out that my son often borrowed the experimental medicine secretly at night Room—this is the potion he found in the hand of the little one who was visiting." He glanced at Virginia expectantly.

"I gave it to Harry, that's right." Harry and Hermione have no doubts about her ability since seeing the plant seeds she handled in the Triwizard Tournament. Virginia has never treated old Mr. Pye What reservations, she said directly, "It's actually nothing, it's just because of the addition of a very strange Mediterranean herb - sea thistle, I remember when I was in Egypt, I saw someone use it to directly treat the poison of sea snakes," She glanced at Dumbledore, "It was last semester, um, the extra homework assigned by the professor, and others, the principle of which is almost the same as that of the improved wolfbane potion."

"It's amazing to be able to brew the wolfsbane potion!" Old Pai was very excited. "Your professor is Snape? Ah, I know there will be a career guidance after Easter. You are interested in considering being a therapist for St. Mungo's." Haha, if you want, I'd love to give you a pass as a trainee therapist at St. Mungo's, as long as you pass your WOL grades...”

Dumbledore smiled at them.

Virginia interrupted him embarrassedly, "I can only take the WOL exam next year."

"I understand, I understand." Old Pai laughed twice, "It will be the same next year." He blushed a little, rubbed his hands, and hemuttered for a long time, "That formula..."

Virginia immediately understood, she directly conjured up a piece of paper and a pen, wrote the potion formula on it, and handed it to the excited old Mr. Pye.

"Don't forget to keep it secret, Claremont, I need to be responsible to my students." Dumbledore stood up and shook hands with him, "The name of this recipe..."

"Of course it will be..." Claremont Pai was embarrassed again. He was so excited that he forgot to ask the little girl's name. It seemed that a lot of what he said just now were empty words.

Dumbledore didn't give Virginia a chance to speak, he just patted old Mr. Pye on the shoulder, "The name doesn't matter now, I trust you."

Old Pai blushed, half excited and half ashamed, and stepped into the fireplace in the principal's office.After the flame returned to a bright red color, Virginia asked curiously, "Don't you believe him, Professor?"

"It's not that I don't believe him, it's that the enemy's methods are too superb. I just act cautiously." Dumbledore sighed, he picked up the crystal bottle on the table and turned it around under the light, and looked at Virginie shrewdly Ya, "What about you? Miss Crackenthorpe? I believe that the potion you gave Harry must have added your unique secret recipe."

Virginia blushed, "I don't think anyone will be so unlucky to be bitten by the giant snake next to the mysterious man again! The small lump of flesh and blood on Mr. Weasley's wound brought to me by Hermione's adventure is not only The venom of the viper, and the black magic," she paused suddenly, frowning in confusion, "the fluctuations of the black magic are familiar...the same as the fluctuations on the Ravenclaw crown that Draco gave you !"

"Are you sure?" The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared, "Can you feel the same fluctuation of black magic?"

"It's like a breath," Virginia said to Dumbledore with little reservation—it was the sense of security created by Harry's memoirs in her previous life—she has a great affection for all heroes , "I read in my grandfather's handbook that the blood of the Hebers family has the magical power of herbs, and is born to be the nemesis of black magic, so it is particularly sensitive to the breath of black magic. I should have thought of it a long time ago. This kind of black magic should They were all caused by mysterious people, and there is nothing wrong with them imagining each other."

Professor Dumbledore frowned, and suddenly took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, turned them into the bookcase, and after a while, he came out holding a box, "Come and have a look, Virginia."

It is the crown of Ravenclaw.

"What can you feel?"

Virginia didn't understand what he meant, but after thinking about it, she squeezed a drop of blood onto the crown.Like a drop of water falling on a hot iron plate, Zila disappeared without a trace.

"It's like a plant being scalded," Virginia said slowly, holding her index finger in her mouth, "Because of the shock, her breath suddenly weakened, and now it's slowly recovering, but it's an injury after all. "

"Scared? Injured?" repeated Dumbledore. "You think it's alive?"

Virginia froze.

"Maybe I'm wrong," said Dumbledore suddenly, "but in any case, you have provided a valuable idea, a clue, and it is likely to be the right line of thought-yes, Voldemort is exactly this kind of thinking." Man, this reminds me of an incident three years ago. I seem to see a little bit of light." He paused, "It means that we have a lot of work. Okay, let me send You go back to the dormitory, thank you very much, Virginia." He returned to his usual kind smile.

Virginia was sent back to the dormitory by him in a daze.

One night two months later, when Virginia was woken up by a black shadow standing by the bed, she didn't know what to say.Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was so considerate that he placed anti-sound charms around the bed and handed Virginia her coat while she screamed.

"Miss Crackenthorpe, Professor Dumbledore needs your help urgently."

Wearing slippers and a coat, Virginia stumbled along behind Professor McGonagall, who was also in a nightgown, from a secret passage directly to the principal's office.

Professor McGonagall didn't even wait for her to stand still before pushing her in front of Dumbledore, who was half lying on the chair.He described himself as embarrassed, with a pale face, half-closed his eyes and grinned at Virginia.Professor Snape was standing beside him, with one hand resting his wand on Dumbledore's charred hand, pouring in a steady stream of healing spells, and stirring the cauldron with one hand.It's a pity that the healing spell can't resist the continuous spread of scorched black.

Virginia saw the familiarity of this black magic with just one glance.She immediately understood the purpose of Professor McGonagall's bringing her here. Without hesitation, she grabbed the silver knife next to the cauldron and scratched it on her wrist. Blood trickled out from the wound and dripped on Dumbledore Lido's charred fingers.

The scorched black slowly receded at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving behind twisted flesh-colored scars.