[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Drake was very angry this time, and Sewell followed him all the way, apologizing kindly all the way, without getting a single reply.

In the end, Drake slammed the door of the Slytherin common room in front of Sewell, and the snake on the doorknob hissed a few times in dissatisfaction, Sewell finally gave up and made up now.

He squatted at the door with a sad face, thinking that I was wrong for talking all the way, and Draco refused to even say "what's wrong with you", looking very angry.

But in fact, he didn't know why Draco's reaction was so big.

He vaguely heard the sound of the crowd approaching, calculated in his mind how likely he was to be beaten if he stayed here as a Gryffindor, and walked towards the Gryffindor tower dejectedly.

Not surprisingly, the Gryffindor lounge was celebrating the victory of Quidditch. As soon as Sewell came in, he was surrounded by a group of bright-eyed children. They shouted "one, two, three" and lifted Sewell to the ground. When he got up, two more people slammed paper fireworks in his face.

"Bam—!"

Colorful confetti sprinkled all over Sewell.

Happiness is always contagious, Sewell couldn't help feeling better, with a smile on his face, looked around, and asked a little strangely: "Where's Harry?"

Before he finished speaking, Harry came in from the door, waved at everyone, and looked very happy. He took a glass of butterbeer, squeezed to Sewell's side, and whispered: "Professor Dumbledore I caught who cast the spell—" He blinked slyly: "It's a Hufflepuff, I thought it was boring when they were talking, so I ran back."

Sewell flashed through his mind the worn-out Hufflepuff before, and felt a little strange in his heart. He shook his head to get rid of unnecessary images, and asked with concern: "Did you ask that Hufflepuff why he shot at you?" Is it?"

Harry shrugged: "No, to be honest, I'm used to it. There will always be people who want to kill me for various strange reasons."

"And I think, maybe it's because of Cedric."

Harry's mood was depressed for a moment, Sewell also thought of the senior Hufflepuff who was involved in Harry's innocent disaster two years ago, he patted the savior sympathetically, and drank a big mouthful of warm butter beer.

At this time, someone handed him a canary custard biscuit, Sewell took it and smiled, chewed and swallowed it, and instantly turned into a huge canary, and the fat canary plunged into the crowd crazy Flap its wings and sweep the feathers into everyone's cups and food.

Harry laughed from the sidelines, and all the unhappiness in the Quidditch field before was thrown to the back of his mind.

……

It has been a week since the last Quidditch match, and tomorrow is Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff, which is also a match without much suspense.

Harry looked at the sullen Sewell, and said a bit embarrassed, "Is Malfoy still ignoring you?"

Sewell pursed his lips and nodded.

Hermione rolled her eyes aside: "If I were him, I wouldn't bother you. I was really scared and crazy, and you would break your necks!"

Sewell looked more depressed, Harry and Ron looked at each other, and carefully pulled Hermione away: "Hermione, you have taught him a week."

But obviously, considering Hermione's expression, it wouldn't be too much to teach her a lesson for another week.

At this time, an owl flew in front of Harry, raised its right paw, and tied a note on it-"It's Professor Dumbledore," Harry glanced at the note and said, "He told me to go now Find him, alone..."

Hearing that, Sewell thought nothing of it. After all, Harry is Dumbledore's golden boy—it's normal to be summoned from time to time, and he didn't care, and continued to work on his homework without saying a word.

Hermione and Ron exchanged a look, and Ron said vaguely, "It's strange...he's never been so eager to ask you to go, it's almost curfew."

"So Harry should hurry up." Hermione reminded: "Take your invisibility cloak and remember to avoid Filch when you come back. I don't want to see the gem of Gryffindor disappear a lot tomorrow." piece."

Harry responded, went back to the dormitory, took his invisibility cloak and stuffed it into his bag, then walked towards the principal's office with the bag on his back.Along the way, he was guessing why Dumbledore was so eager to call him over—was there something wrong with Sirius?Impossible, otherwise Professor Dumbledore wouldn't stress a person.

Every time I went to the headmaster's office before, it was because of Voldemort...

But isn't Voldemort dead?

Harry really couldn't think of anything other than this, what else could make Dumbledore call him over at this time.Harry was a little uneasy, and his pace gradually picked up. He walked to the other side of the castle, passed through an empty corridor, and came to the stone monster. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and read out the password: "Iced lemon juice .”

Unexpectedly, there was more than one person in the principal's office.

Besides Dumbledore, there was also a fat, bald old man with protruding eyes and a thick silver beard like a walrus. When he saw Harry, he stood up excitedly.

"Harry! Harry Potter!" With a bright smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to grab Harry's hand kindly: "I have wanted to see you for a long time, our Harry Potter! You know , I taught your parents when they were students, and your mother was very talented in potions, and you look very much like your father."

"You, hello..." Harry was a little confused, and looked at Dumbledore secretly, wondering if Professor Dumbledore wanted him to know this person?

Come catch up on the past?

Dumbledore looked a little tired, he waved his hand weakly, restraining the man's untimely enthusiasm: "Horace..."

The smile on the fat old man's face turned into a sneer, he let go of Harry's hand, and laughed twice: "I can't help it..."

"We all know." Dumbledore gently interrupted his next words, and introduced to Harry: "Harry, this is Horace Slughorn, who taught Potions before Hogwarts Professor." He was silent for a while and then said: "After Professor Umuriqi's accident last semester, I originally planned to hire Horrath to come back this semester and continue to be the professor of Potions."

Harry nodded indifferently at first, then realized something, turned his head abruptly, and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief—Professor Dumbledore's original plan was to make Snape a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?

But Professor Dumbledore said it himself!That position is cursed!

Harry suddenly remembered the conversation he had with Malfoy in the library.

Dumbledore looked even more tired, he didn't ignore the questioning in Harry's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Some things that happened later made me think that there was no need to do this, plus Professor Snowdon's initiative to ask for a job. "

"Wait—Professor," Harry interrupted him in a trance: "You said... think...?"

Harry felt that his brain had been punched hard, and his brain was sticky | thickened together and lost the ability to think.

"What do you think it means..."

He heard himself asking vaguely, he vaguely felt that a terrible fact was about to emerge, but he couldn't think of anything.

"Harry."

Dumbledore walked to the bookshelf, and in front of him was a shallow stone basin filled with a silvery liquid - only then did Harry realize that the Pensieve, which is usually locked, was outside and had obviously just been used .

He saw Professor Dumbledore holding a delicate vial in his hand, and with a heavy expression on his face, he called his name again: "Harry," said the elderly professor:

"Horace provided some memories, about Voldemort."

He poured the liquid in the vial into the Pensieve, looking at Harry with gentle blue eyes: "Come on, Harry."

"There are some facts that we have to face."