Harry of the Sherlock Holmes

Generally speaking, the values ​​​​of adults have been fixed. They have a set of codes of conduct and judgment standards. They follow their previous habits and walk step by step. Usually, they will not deviate too much from their path.But there is still something that can affect them, and even bring about a complete change - the child.

Children are the continuation of the future of the family. Even the most enlightened parents who claim to never interfere with their children's lives can't help but pay attention to their lives, let alone those who hold their children in their hands.Therefore, it is not surprising that the actions of the Hogwarts students gradually infected their parents—after the initial panic caused by the escape of the dementors, the people gradually calmed down and formed a team spontaneously. Street fend off dementors.

"Children can speak their own words. How can us parents just stay at home and wait for the Ministry of Magic to rescue us?" A reporter from the "Daily Prophet" randomly interviewed several members of the resistance team. They expressed strong support for the children and disdain for the Ministry of Magic.Moreover, in order not to reveal their identities and at the same time show their attitude towards the mysterious person, they adopted the same style of clothing as the Death Eaters but in completely opposite colors-white robes and black masks.

"Ahahaha." Ron slapped the table and almost burst out laughing, "How did they come up with it? White robes? Merlin's stockings, I have to say their outfits are really, really in this atmosphere. It's really..."

"What's wrong with white? It symbolizes purity and elegance. And it's an attitude. So does the little caricature your brothers put out in the paper. Oh, you really don't know what propaganda is, do you? Rona Dude, poor Gryffindor lion, even if they put water on you, you'll just draw two random circles on the media." Draco said sarcastically to Ron.

"So what if I'm just not good at that." Ron waved his hand nonchalantly. "There's always something I can do, and I'm not going to try to dictate to you. But these clothes... anyway, the Death Eaters The idea of ​​inverting the colors of the clothes is really stupid."

"Cough, it's a little bit, and in the oriental culture—" Qiu Zhang saw that everyone's eyes turned to her, so he continued softly with a little amusement, "In the ancient Chinese theory of five directions, white is dry and bloodless. , Inanimate performance, a symbol of death and a bad omen. For example, since ancient times, after the death of a relative, the family members have to wear sackcloth and filial piety (white mourning clothes) to do "funeral affairs", set up a white mourning hall, and wear white banners when going out."

"You..." Draco almost gritted his teeth, although he also felt that those hoods and robes didn't quite fit his aesthetics, but...

"Oh, really." Their argument brought Harry, who had just been immersed in his own thoughts, back to reality. He picked up the newspaper that Ron had just laughed at and looked at it, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Harry, are you even laughing at this?" Draco looked at him dangerously.

Harry waved his hands again and again: "No, no. I just wanted to say, that--Uncle Lucius looks good in this suit." He laughed again after he finished speaking.

"That man—" Ron stared at the masked interviewee in the photo with wide eyes, and screamed in disbelief, "That's Lucius Malfoy?!"

Draco snorted.

"So that's it." Hermione also grabbed the photo and studied it, "His robe and cuffs can be seen to be embroidered with delicate silver thread, and there is a white circle on the exposed finger, it must be because the ring was taken off to avoid revealing his identity." reason."

"Haha, the noble choice." Everyone else smiled together and winked at Draco.They didn't forget how they discovered Quirrell's anomaly in the first place. The nobleman's preoccupied insistence is really very interesting.

"But..." She looked at Harry suspiciously, "This can only prove that he is a nobleman at best, how can you guarantee that it must be Mr. Malfoy?"

"A hair fell out on the left shoulder." Harry pointed out to them. "Draco's hair is still very beautiful."

He blushed in embarrassment after being praised, and he hastily changed the topic: "Well, the Dark Lord really doesn't have many loyal people left, Harry, don't worry too much." Although there are more and more people now The people who got infected joined the White Hood, but Draco knew what it was about in the first place - Voldemort wanted to use the dementors to attack Hogwarts.But few people sincerely approve of this move.They also had children who went to Hogwarts, and when it came to war, the Dementor didn't have the intelligence to know who it was supposed to attack.The Death Eaters who were dissatisfied with the Dark Lord's crazy actions also secretly looked for their own escape routes.It was at this time that the proposal of the White Hood appeared.The man who suggested this was Sirius Black - although they were on the verge of opposing sides, no one could deny the influence of the Black family.More smart people understand that this is actually a statement, a gesture to confirm their position.They would never join Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, which was full of civilians, but they were willing to protect their children.

"I didn't." Harry shook his head.He really wasn't worried about that.Although the current situation is much more tense than when he first entered school.But Harry thought it was a better time than ever—everyone was trying to do something instead of being saved by someone else.

"But..." Draco looked at him worriedly, "Your spirit is not very good." The others also nodded in agreement.

"I said buddy, just speak up if you have any problems." Ron patted his friend on the shoulder.He had just loudly argued with Draco on the one hand as a habit, and on the other hand it was also to attract Harry's attention - the god he had walked away for too long.

"I didn't... well, what do you think is the greatest magic in the world?"

"Why do you ask this? What is the definition of greatest...?"

"I don't know either." Harry shook his head, "Tell me what you think." What worried and confused him was the package brought by the ghost owl last time.Inside was a stack of parchment and a note.The information on the parchment was more complex, including ancient runes, Latin, Old English, and some languages ​​that Harry hadn't been able to relate to yet.Judging from the age of the scroll, it is definitely not a generation - the upper and lower parchment scrolls are not even the same color.The other note was much simpler, only two fingers wide, and although the handwriting was scribbled, it was enough to distinguish - "Seek help from the greatest magic in the world." It also had J.P's signature on it.Dumbledore and Sirius confirmed that it was James Potter's handwriting, and they analyzed that it must be that James wanted to help his son.That's not too surprising, after Lily Potter came along.

But what is the greatest magic?There have been many famous wizards in history, such as Voldemort, Grindelwald, the Big Four... They are all frightening and powerful.But it cannot be said that they have mastered the most powerful magic.Because even with the same spell, different people can show different powers.It has always been wizards who decide magic, not magic who decides people.

"White magic? Black magic?" Ron touched his head, not knowing how to answer.

"That's just the biggest category, and a lot of magic can't define attributes like that at all." Draco retorted, "What Harry needs is a more specific category."

Neville said cautiously: "So...healing magic? Because it heals all wounds?" Deep in the heart of this round-faced boy, there was a great hope - the hope that his parents would wake up one day come over.If this kind of magic really existed, Neville believed that he would try his best to learn it.

"That seems like too much," said Hermione, trying to remember everything in the books she'd read. "No one has ever dared to define this. Any more hints?"

"We should have seen it."

"Undead magic!" Ron jumped up. He felt that he would never forget the scene of that day for the rest of his life. "Isn't the magic that can bring the dead back to the world the greatest?"

Harry was silent. The scroll of parchment that had come with the note had made him mull over the possibility. ——Some papers have only a few scattered words, while others are full. From the format point of view, it looks like a kind of experimental record.Combined with Grindelwald's statement, that is likely to be the record of Salazar Slytherin and the Potter family about duplicating the Deathly Hallows.But there are always some problems - undead magic is indeed great, but if James' father and Lily's mother can both show up or send him a package, why can't the message be more straightforward?But they kept making vague hints, as if something was stopping them from doing that.What magic is there that is closely related to this?

"Any comments, Professor Dumbledore?" Cedric asked.

"The principal said that it might be love." Because there is another prophecy that "he has power that Voldemort doesn't know." Voldemort has never understood what true love is.But nothing, Harry thought that answer was a real "definition of magic".Trust your instincts, Dad always despised this, but Papa John would say "sometimes they work."

"Don't worry, maybe you suddenly realize - oh my god! I'm talking too much!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly.She picked up her schoolbag and turned around to leave, "See you later!"

"She worked really hard, didn't she?" Ron sighed looking at Hermione's back. Such an excellent girl put a lot of pressure on them.

"It's time for us to work hard." Before the professors researched the content on the parchment, Harry decided to check the information first. "I'm going to the library, who will come with me?"

"Me." "Me too."

"Oh, Harry, let me go."

"No, Hermione worked so hard, do you want to be left far behind?"

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