[HP] Noble

Katie was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness the next day. The news that she had been cursed had spread throughout the school—no way, there were too many witnesses at that time, and they were all over every college.This incident was the hardest hit, apart from Katie herself, Lini who was with her at the time, she blamed herself all the time, if she hadn't competed with Katie for the box containing the opal necklace, it wouldn't have fallen to the ground, and Katie wouldn't touch it.

But even so, no one knows who this opal was originally intended to be given to, and the giver is probably only known to Katie who is now in a deep coma.

"Maybe Malfoy knows too," Harry said firmly, "because he might be the one."

Ron and Hermione exchanged a look, and then went on to discuss whether their "shouwu root" had any nourishing effect on hair. They had been listening to Harry for almost the past twelve hours to say that "Malfoy is a two-faced man." Spy" has now learned to be deaf and dumb.

Hermione had tried to refute him—

"He's only seventeen, Harry, and there's no way the Dark Lord would accept a Death Eater that young."

"But he's wicked enough," insisted Harry. "Did you see him wearing gloves all day, Hermione? Remember the way he walked away clutching his arm when Ron spilled the dragon's blood on him last term?" ?—Maybe he was already marked with the Dark Mark at that time, and now, that disgusting thing is already on his arm."

"Perhaps he only wore gloves because he was afraid that the skin on his hands would be yellowed by years of potions—"

"But I don't think Malfoy is smart enough to be a double agent, Harry," said Ron.

Harry froze, then reluctantly accepted this.Hermione patted Ron on the shoulder subtly, all over her face, and never tried to refute Harry head-on.

……

The evil opal necklace was quickly delivered to Dumbledore—Harry hadn't seen Dumbledore for nearly two weeks before that, and when he was called to Dumbledore's office, West Reese and Snape were already there, and Sirius hurried up to give Harry a big hug before the two grown wizards left the headmaster's office.After Sirius left, Harry realized with guilt that he hadn't had time to sit down with Sirius for a good heart-to-heart talk for almost a week.

I don't know when it started, everyone seems to be very busy.

Harry sat down at Dumbledore's table.In just two weeks, Dumbledore seemed to have aged ten years. When he looked down, Harry was surprised to find that the old headmaster's right hand had become dry and black, as if he had been roasted alive in a hellfire. On it, an ancient sapphire ring was unusually worn.Gryffindor raised the corners of his lips, but was interrupted by the old man who was about to utter a question. He smiled at him and motioned silently for him to sit down first.

As Harry sat down, he noticed two things on his desk—

The opal necklace and the fake Horcrux locket found in the Hog's Head earlier.

Harry looked at them carefully for a while, and before he had time to speak, the door behind him opened again, and he looked back, this time, to his surprise, he saw Draco Malfoy.After the two sixth graders exchanged a disgusted look, Draco sat down on the sofa in Dumbledore's office.

As casually as if he was used to being here - Harry was uncomfortable with the discovery.

"During the time I was away, you seemed to be very busy." Dumbledore said with a smile, and he picked up the opal necklace that had lost its magic power, "I'm afraid you all saw what happened to Katie. "

Draco was noncommittal.

"Yes, Professor," said Harry politely. "How is she?"

"Fortunately, it's winter, and the gloves on her hand saved her life." Dumbledore put down the opal, he raised his head, and slowly glanced at Slytherin sitting on the sofa, "It just so happens that I put down the opal today." The reason you have called to the office. Harry, I seem to have forgotten to tell you in the past that the war has begun."

Dumbledore said quietly.

Harry stopped breathing at that moment.

He was stiff in his seat, and suddenly felt that his eyes didn't know where to look.But soon, he forced himself to calm down—yeah, what's the surprise?There are more and more frequent attacks on the Daily Prophet, almost all the shops in Diagon Alley are closed, and Azkaban has gradually strengthened its security level today...

"I hope you can unite." Dumbledore's words interrupted Harry's train of thought, "instead of being suspicious of each other."

"I'm afraid this is a matter left over from history, sir." Draco, who had been silent at the back, lazily flipped through a newspaper in front of him and said, "I also heard rumors from Gryffindor this morning: The human trinkets are from Draco Malfoy. Touching, isn't it?"

Harry's face was flushed with anger and shame and alike.

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore laughed softly.He didn't seem to blame anyone, he took his hand off the desk, fumbled from his robes, and took out a small bottle containing silvery white misty silk thread - those white things belonged to a person Memory, Harry had seen in the Pensieve once.

Draco glanced at the bottle, seemed to think of something, and frowned a little unhappy.

"This is my memory, Harry." Dumbledore touched the fake Horcrux locket with his other hand and said, "And this happens to explain why I trust little Mr. Malfoy so much."

The old headmaster poked with his wand and gently pulled out the cork. He stood up, walked around Harry and poured these white memories into the Pensieve: "I am not a saint, and I have committed many stupidities in my life. I’m thankful that when I make these life-threatening mistakes, there are always people who happen to be there for me and help me.”

Harry watched fascinatedly as Dumbledore poured the memory into it, then turned the Pensieve gently around the rim with both hands.

"It's always nice and shy to share your memories with others. So, Harry, are you ready?"