[HP] Five Poisons

Sirius always thought he could take good care of Harry, but the reality gave him a big slap in the face.

He sat in the principal's office, staring blankly at the blushing Harry, his mind went blank for a moment.

Harry, who was so anxious that he finished talking a lot without panting, held his throat with one hand and coughed muffledly at the same time.

The dull and hasty cough was the only sound in the silent principal's room.

The more he coughed, the quieter he felt in the room. Harry tried to suppress the itching in his throat, but ended up coughing more heart-piercingly. However, this earth-shattering sound finally broke the silence before.

The only woman present, Professor McGonagall, walked over to help pat Harry on the back, while comforting this child who seemed to her to be a child with a bad life.

Dumbledore looked at Snape who was standing in the corner, as if wanting to melt himself into the wallpaper, with a trace of inquiry in his eyes, "Severus?"

Snape, who was named, shook his head slowly. Until just now, he didn't know that there would be such a close connection between You-Know-Who and Harry, and he had been by My-Know-Who's side for so long, but he had never heard of it. .This is not good news for him, in many ways.

Sitting behind the table, Dumbledore's expression became serious. He pinched the cup with his thin fingers and rubbed it gently back and forth. He closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Sirius looked at his godson sadly, "I'm sorry, Harry." He covered his face with self-blame, and said in a sad tone, "You clearly told me before..."

"No, Sirius." Harry pursed his lips, "I have always been arrogant and wanted to solve it myself. When those dreams became more and more frequent, I didn't ask you for help..." He lowered his head in embarrassment , can't go on.But immediately, he felt his body fall into a warm embrace.

"Don't worry, Harry, don't worry." Sirius murmured as he hugged his godson, "There will be a way, trust me."

Dumbledore opened his eyes, "Harry, when was the last time you dreamed of him?"

"What the mysterious man said...it should have been last Saturday night." Harry looked at him nervously, and then saw his blue eyes wink at him with a smile behind the lens. It was amazing, and he was originally uneasy My heart began to calm down slowly.

He added, "Not every dream has him, sometimes, it's someone else, um, Peter Pettigrew or something, um, a couple of times, he looks younger, I think, maybe It's what happened before."

Dumbledore nodded, "So, in your dream, did he say anything to you? Or, did he do anything?"

"Who?" Harry asked subconsciously. "You mean, the mysterious man?... No, he didn't do anything to me, and he didn't say anything to me in particular, but he could always find me, no matter where I was...once , I seem to be on a tree, but when he was talking to other people, he suddenly turned his face and looked at me coldly... Another time, he seemed to want to pounce on me... Uh, then I Wake up, Ron woke me up, woke me up."

Snape frowned, thinking of something, he glanced at Dumbledore.

As if noticing Snape's gaze, Dumbledore nodded slightly to him, as if he knew what was going on in his mind, so Snape returned to the corner.

"Didn't do anything to you... Can it be understood that he can't do anything to you yet?" Sirius frowned, guessing why the mysterious man let go of this great opportunity, "He once lost, An arrogant person like him will definitely not swallow this breath, he will definitely try to find an opportunity to get rid of you, but now he is just constantly putting pressure on you mentally..."

Before Harry could react, he heard Dumbledore calling his name.

He subconsciously turned around and heard the old principal's kind voice.

"Harry, I think it's not as bad as you feared..."

Harry opened his mouth wide, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief after listening to Dumbledore's analysis, he heard the old principal change the subject and said with a smile, "From tomorrow onwards, you need to learn Occlumency from Severus, Harry."

For Harry, this was simply a bolt from the blue.

"You need to master him as soon as possible, Harry, that man is much more difficult than we imagined. Before he is fully prepared, you must first learn to protect yourself." Dumbledore's tone was very relaxed, but his eyes The blue eyes looked at Harry sharply, as if he could really see the soul they were discussing just now.

Knowing the importance of this matter does not mean that Harry can accept learning Occlumency with Snape, who has always looked down on him. Harry doubts that the so-called teaching time will be affected by Snape's contempt for him. spend.He looked at Sirius pitifully, but this time even his godfather didn't stand by his side.

There was no smile on Sirius' face, and he said solemnly, "Harry, you have to learn it as soon as possible."

Harry's face was stiff, his neck turned slowly and slowly like rust, and he looked in the direction of the corner.

A big black bat sneered, "You're really going to cause me trouble, Dumbledore—the headmaster—"

Harry walked out of the headmaster's office with a sad face.

That dejected look is as desperate as the sun that cannot see tomorrow.

He rubbed his face vigorously, and decided to go to the restaurant to fill his stomach before being knocked down by Snape's spray of venom...

In the headmaster's room after Harry left, the atmosphere was not much more relaxed.

Dumbledore, who was originally sitting behind the table, stood up, walked to the window, turned his back to the others, and silently watched the heavy snowfall outside the window. This year's snowfall was worse than previous years, and the overwhelming whiteness reflected the moonlight. At night, it was quite bright outside.

When they were young, they always liked playing in the snow like this, and Ariana loved making snowmen the most...

Dumbledore looked at the slightly dazzling white and sighed. After getting older, he began to like to recall the past.

"Minerva, please go and invite the other two headmasters." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes. "This heavy snow has been falling for so long, it's time to see the sunshine."

Although Mag was a little puzzled, she always respected the old headmaster, nodded in agreement, and walked out of the headmaster's room.

Snape glanced at Dumbledore, who had his back turned to them, "You mean..." Before he could say what he wanted to say, Sirius preempted him, "Should the third match be brought forward?"

The old headmaster, who was admiring the snow scene, nodded, but because his back was facing them and he was wearing a fancy hat, in the eyes of Sirius and the others, it looked like Dumbledore was asleep and taking a nap.

Dumbledore said slowly, "Mr. Barty Jr. has been planning for so long, but he hasn't made any substantial progress. Why don't we help him?"

"Oh! I really can't believe it! That woman is talking nonsense again!" Hermione shook the newspaper in her hand angrily, and read the report to Harry and Ron that was seriously inconsistent with the facts. "...Miss Granger, a simple but ambitious girl," she paused, then turned to ask Ron, who was sitting next to her with a mouth full of oil, "what do you mean? Do I look old-fashioned? !"

Ron, who was concentrating on gnawing on the chicken leg, raised his head slowly and responded, "Huh?"

"Damn it, Ronald, how dare you say that?!" Hermione pushed Ron away, snorted coldly, and decided to keep out of sight. She turned to Harry and continued to read the report.

Ron, who was angered for no reason, picked up the half-gnawed chicken leg that fell on his clothes, and looked at his companion who suddenly went crazy, "Are you crazy? Hermione."

"Shut up!" Hermione shouted without looking back.

Ron: I think I've been wronged...

"...It seems that she likes to hook up with some famous wizards. It is reported that she has recently been eyeing Bulgarian Britney, Viktor Krum. Currently, Harry Potter has nothing to say about this emotional crisis."

Chi Mo, who came to the restaurant for dinner with the little fat man, happened to pass by. Hearing this, he subconsciously asked, "Who wrote this report?" How sweet is Krum?Although he is already proficient in English, Chi Mo, who is not very familiar with some specific words, feels that the person who wrote this report must have something wrong with his eyes.

"Rita Skeeter, that lying woman!" Hermione gritted her teeth and stared at the newspaper in her hand, wishing she could poke a hole in it.

Ron murmured in a low voice, "Who made you disagree with the disclosure, Victor doesn't mind, why are you still awkward..."

Hermione squinted at the talkative guy, "Did I let you talk?"

Ron: "..." It's really impossible to be friends happily!

"Oh! What did I hear?!" The little fat man shouted exaggeratedly, and before attracting the attention of the people around him, he lowered the volume wittily. He looked at the aggrieved Hermione as if in amazement, and stroked his chin. . "I actually only found out about this kind of big news now, tsk tsk~ It's really good to hide it~"

Chi Mo glanced at him, and the latter immediately covered his mouth, and made a movement of zipping, expressing that he would keep quiet until the person concerned was willing to disclose it.

Chi Mo looked around, and there were not many people on the long table in Gryffindor, perhaps because it was too late and most people had already finished their dinner.Immediately, he sat down next to Harry, and poked Harry who had been eating without saying a word until now.

With his mouth full of noodles, Harry raised his head, wanting to speak, and then sprayed noodles all over the table.

Chi Mo stood up expressionlessly and moved five positions to the other side.

The disgusted Harry's face was filled with grievances.

Afterwards, the little fat man who sat down between Hermione and Ron in order to obtain first-hand gossip information saw Harry, who had caused a lot of trouble, wipe his mouth, and the little wife seemed to run to Chi Mo's side.

The little fat man looked down at the messy food on the table, and then glanced at Hermione on the left. The girl was immersed in her anger at Rita Skeeter and had no intention of eating; Well, this guy has finished eating, and there are a lot of chicken leg bones on the dinner plate.

The little fat man turned his attention back to the contaminated food, and realized very deeply that if he still wanted to eat dinner, he had to change the table.