Harley saves the world

【Before killing Voldemort, don't forget to settle the score with Tom first! 】

1. About the performance

"...a simple Transylvanian villager cured by Lockhart with the Bubbles spell," Harry pointed, "a Himalayan Yeti with a nasal cold; and A vampire who's only eaten turnips since meeting Harold."

"And ghouls and werewolves," added Ron wearily.

"Okay, I've written it all down," Hermione stopped the quill in her hand, browsed and checked the contents of the parchment again, "it should be all there, right?"

"I don't know how many audiences the drama competition held in the name of JKR will attract," Halle said hopefully. "Of course, we still need to write the script at the moment-this one based on Harold's book will not have any impact." The problem—and recruiting actors in all grades of the school..."

"As well as the director and the screenwriter," Hermione continued, "I can be in charge of the screenplay. As for the director, you'd better find someone else."

"That Creevey could be a photographer," Tom reminded.

"I can ask Ginny to be the director," Ron patted his head. "She's most interested in these things!"

"Okay, probably estimate a time." Harry looked at the calendar.

"How about setting the performance on the last night before the Christmas holiday?" Hermione glanced at the schedule, "There will be plenty of time."

"No problem, then Tom and I will be responsible for recruiting actors," Harry said confidently, "As for props—"

"Fred and George will take care of all the props and scene decorations," Ron snapped his fingers, indicating that everything would be left to them.

"Great," said Harry with a comfortable smile. "By the way, as for Harold, are we going to invite him to play his own role? I think he would be very happy."

"We can change the script," Tom also laughed, "for example, the villager in Transylvania drowned Harold by spitting out a bunch of poisonous bubbles-I believe Fred and the others will provide suitable props or the Yeti sneezes and rolls down the hill and kills him, or the vampire suddenly..."

"It doesn't need to be so complicated," Harry snorted softly, "I'll let the food reserve comeo, let it play on the spot, you can rest assured."

"Oh-oh!" The fiery red rooster opened its wings and called out.

Harry nodded deeply, and held his chin: "I feel more reliable all of a sudden."

2. About Quidditch

When the Bludgers started to attack wildly, the candidate Halle (it was agreed that she and Harry would take turns playing) was sitting in the stands, watching the game with everyone.

"Who could have done it?" Hermione looked through the whole venue with a telescope, but found no suspicious person.

"It probably won't be a certain professor this time." Tom narrowed his eyes half-closed, "Better than this, let's find a way to stop that thing first?"

"If Harry can lure it this way," Ron thought quickly, "we'll have a chance to knock him down."

"Good idea," Hermione twitched her lips, "but there's one difficulty: how do we let Harry know about this plan?"

Harry pressed his left chest very solemnly, "Telepathy."

A few seconds later, Tom successfully blew up the Bludger that was running wild in the auditorium. Since then, it has been called by all Gryffindor students: Bludger Killer.

3. About rehearsal

"This script is so much fun," said Ernie McMillan cheerfully, "I'm here for the vampire role!"

"I'd like to try that snowman," Justin Fenriely said hastily.

Behind them, there are dozens of people waiting in line.

Harley carefully wrote down their names and roles, and told them to wait by the side.

After an hour, they successfully selected the best list of all the roles, and decided to strike while the iron was hot and conduct the first rehearsal.

Harold heard about this from nowhere, and when their performance was about to end, they rushed into the auditorium excitedly—Professor McGonagall allowed them to use it within a certain period of time—as a result, they were removed from the temporary The "snowman" Michael Kona who rolled down from the top of the hill hit a straight shot. Unfortunately, Susan Burns passing by was experimenting with the bubble gum George gave her, trying to spit out all kinds of bubble gum. Bubble……

On the other side, the great director Ginny was throwing a tantrum at a few guys who wasted materials—she, a small and weak first grader, managed to frighten a few big and thick fifth grade boys effortlessly—she suddenly saw When a "snow ball" rolled over, he became even more furious, and cursed Harold who had just got up and was dizzy.

……

"Please, please, sorry." → JKR planning team issued a statement with great "sadness".

4. About Dobby

"Are you sure it was the house elf who did the trick?" Harry, the right-hand assistant, still hesitated.

"Oh yes," said Detective Hermione very confidently, "you see, he's going to great lengths to prevent you from coming to school, and for that reason it's very possible to block the partition wall of the platform. And now it seems , if the Bludger incident is the same, he seems to want to hurt you? Of course, it may not be his hands and feet, then it can only be the person behind the conspiracy. So, I guess..."

"It's about Voldemort," said Detective Tom.

"But other than that, we didn't see any other dangerous incidents happening," added Halle, the right-hand assistant, "We didn't even see the shadow of the so-called 'conspiracy'. What does it mean?"

"We can ask Professor Dumbledore," Detective Ron suggested, "maybe he knows Dobby? Or has he discovered something about the You-Know-Who?"

unanimously.

"Oh, I wish it wasn't anything," sighed Harry, "it's just that the elf had nothing to do to entertain us."

"Amusing us? Trying to murder Harry with a Bludger?" Ron raised his eyebrows. "He can really joke."

"Don't worry, Ron," Harry said reassuringly. "It's nice to have something happen, isn't it? We're working on JKR's second book!"

"Yeah, with the trailer just released, we still need to think about the next plot," Hermione smiled slightly, "It's a good time to collect some material now."

"Did the proceeds from the last book come in?" asked Tom.

"Well, it's already in the vault of my house," Harry laughed too. "Maybe we can go camping or have a picnic before this summer vacation!"

"It's fantastic," said Ron cheerfully. "I've been wanting to go to Muggle camp for a long time!"

Tom and Harry exchanged a quick glance.

"Do you want to take the food reserves?" He asked.

"Of course," Harry said without hesitation, "I can't guarantee that we can successfully start a fire in the wild. Bring food reserves, at least we can have a successful barbecue."

"That's really good," Tom thought for a while, then nodded happily, "Not only can you provide a source of fire at any time...you can also use it to fill up when the ingredients are not enough."

5. About Voldemort

"Oh, yes," said Dumbledore with a sudden, heavy sigh, "I think I must tell you this—even if it's hard for you to accept."

The five children looked at each other for a while, feeling a bad premonition in their hearts.

"Yes, Tom Riddle—" Dumbledore didn't look at Tom when he said this, but picked up his wand and wrote a line in the air: Tom Marvolo Riddle

They all held their breath, staring straight at the line of silver writing.

With a touch of the wand in the hand of the headmaster, those letters were rearranged, and finally, it became——IamLordVoldemort

"Yes, he is Voldemort's past."

Tom caught his breath.While Harry, Ron and Hermione were gasping for breath, Harry suddenly swung his schoolbag and threw it at Tom's face.

"Damn! Without me, you're really brain-dead, aren't you?!"

6. About carve up the future

When everyone was able to accept this, they sat in a circle again, silent.

"I'm sure the current Tom would never—" Ron gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and said loudly.

"We both believe," interrupted Hermione calmly, "that we've both known each other for almost two years, enough to establish mutual trust."

Harry grimaced and nodded in response.

"I don't disbelieve it," Harry said, looking tired, "I'm just grateful for my previous time travel."

Harry bent the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to hug her shoulders, hoping to give her a little encouragement.

"...I'm sorry," Tom lowered his eyelids, "but anyway, I'll kill him myself."

"Oh, come on, don't take my job." Harry smiled, pulling up his bangs on his forehead, revealing the iconic lightning scar, "It's my mission to defeat Voldemort or something."

"Don't worry," Harley murmured suddenly, drawing everyone's attention.And her expression was not good at all, "Tom, have you brought the Christmas present that Professor Dumbledore of our era once gave us?"

Tom froze for a moment, then turned around and picked up his schoolbag.After a while, he put two books in front of her, "You mean this?"

"That's it," Harry closed his eyes, and then took the "Advanced Dark Arts" above, quickly flipped through several pages, and then stopped.

Tom glanced at the headline and turned pale.

……

An hour later, they sat at the desk in the principal's office again, but this time, their hearts were even heavier.

Dumbledore was surprised by their discovery, but he realized that it was useless to hide it to this point, so he stated his previous guess in detail.

Even so, he has concealed an important part of it-now it is absolutely impossible to tell this group of children.

After a long silence, Dumbledore couldn't help but began to worry about whether they could bear the blow. Tom suddenly raised an idea, "Since there is already one Horcrux, will there be more?"

The principal nodded silently.Then Tom bit his lip slowly.

"If...if it was me," he hesitated, and carefully glanced at Halle (who looked expressionless) aside from the corner of his eye, "maybe, I would pick a meaningful number...for example, more Magical...seven."

Then there was deathly silence again.

However, Ron suddenly laughed, breaking the depression in the atmosphere.He patted Harry on the shoulder hard, and said cheerfully, "That's great, buddy! Now we don't have anything to worry about!"

"what?"

"That means," Harry shrugged easily, "if there are at least seven of us, one for each of us is enough!"

"One quota has already been taken up by the food reserves," Tom curled his lips. "The rest must be properly allocated, otherwise I won't be satisfied."

"Great!" Hermione also slapped her legs fiercely, her eyes burst into hot light, and she clenched her hands into fists, "I'll take one too!"

Harry made a rough calculation in his mind, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "It's good that we all have a chance."

After watching for a long time, Dumbledore subconsciously let out an "hey", stroked his beard, and suddenly realized that he also wanted to grab a spot to play.