[HP] turns in your hand

Hogwarts was caught in a summer fever, and the students couldn't recover from the hilarity of winning the Triwizard Tournament until the day off.

Everyone was talking about the last game, how the four contestants fought wits and courage in the maze, how Harry and Cedric worked together to reach the trophy together, and reminiscing over and over again the incredible fireworks on the night of winning the championship.

Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory became the heroes of the whole school. Everyone congratulated them warmly when they saw them, and countless hands patted their shoulders and backs. Under the witness of school representatives, they won the trophy together and shared the prize of 1000 Galleons equally.

Until he carried his luggage and boarded the train back to London, Harry was still surrounded by students he knew and did not know.Everyone enthusiastically invited him to sit in the same carriage, but he had to refuse embarrassingly, trying to find an empty carriage as if fleeing.

Harry rushed from left to right, struggling to squeeze through one after another of the students who poured out of the carriage trying to keep him, until he squeezed to the very end of the train, and when he really got rid of those enthusiastic fans, Harry also found that he Ron and Hermione were squeezed out.

He hesitated for a while, deciding between "squeeze back again to find someone" and "just find an empty car here and wait for them to come to me" for a few seconds.

Suddenly, right next to the corridor where he was standing, a carriage door swung open, startling Harry.He looked in, and a girl he knew was sitting in a car with only one person, and raised her hand with a smile:

"Would you like to come in and sit down?"

It's Chiara.

Harry relaxed for no reason, he was happy to be alone with Chiara.There was only one slap in the whole of Hogwarts who probably wouldn't pester him about the Triwizard Tournament, and Chiara must have been one of them.

"Of course I'd love to."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and he stepped into the carriage, and with another flick of Chiara's wand, the carriage door slid silently behind him.Harry glanced at the carriage door, then at Chiara, hesitating, "Did you just use...?"

"A handy little spell," Chiara said casually.

Harry shrugged, and he sat down across from Chiara, looking at the book on her lap.He had expected someone like Chiara, who was studying almost all the time, to be holding some textbook, but when Harry read the words on the spine, he blinked hard, thinking he had read it wrong.

"Are you reading Lockhart's book?" Harry asked.

Chiara held up the book, revealing the impressive cover of one of their second-grade textbooks, Breaking with the Ghost.

"Yes, he is very talented in writing travel notes and adventures, and reading them as novels is a good pastime." Ziara clipped the bookmark on the current page she saw, "What about Hermione and Ron, they didn't with you?"

Harry smiled awkwardly: "We got lost on the train..."

Chiara also smiled: "No wonder you escaped here. Do you want to find them later?"

Harry shook his head: "Wait until they come to me, I want to rest for a while."

Zia nodded in understanding, and then went to read her novel again, completely treating Harry as an ordinary classmate sharing a seat.The carriage fell silent, but Harry was not quite used to it. He scratched the leather armrest of the seat in the carriage and asked without words: "Where do you live in the summer vacation, an orphanage?"

"Yes." Chiara turned a page, "But I feel very comfortable in the orphanage, and the teachers and classmates around me are all good people, so it's not a big problem to stay there for two months."

Harry picked his hand again, he couldn't think of any other questions, he could only say something when he saw something wrong: "You... are you wearing a wristband on your left hand?"

Chiara paused, she shook her arm, reflexively wanted to shake the sleeve of her shirt down to cover her wrist, but she held back under Harry's gaze.

"Yes, I think this is a good decoration." She raised her left arm, pretending to appreciate the wristband used to cover the scar naturally, "What do you think?"

In fact, this is just an ordinary wristband, and Chiara didn't choose the style very carefully.But Harry couldn't see any difference between this wristband and the others, so he could only boast in a daze: "Well, it suits you very well."

In order to prevent him from continuing to ask any strange questions, Chiara could only control the direction of the topic by herself.She closed the book and pretended to be chatting suddenly: "What about you, where will you go in summer vacation?"

Harry sat up straight, nervous at the mention of the subject: "I was supposed to go back to my aunt and uncle's, but Remus - er, Professor Lupine, told me the Sirius Black case was coming soon. It’s about to end, and he will invite me to live with him after he is cleared of his charges.”

"Was that Blake who escaped from prison in third grade?" Chiara asked, as if she hadn't paid much attention to it before.

Harry nodded: "Yes, actually he is my godfather, and he is innocent... If I can live with him in the future, I think it will be good for me and him. After all, he has been sitting in vain for more than ten years I am in prison, and I probably need my family very much now.”

Qiara leaned back slightly, she was a little melancholy, but there was still a faint smile on her face: "It's great, you also have a family."

Harry also felt happy in his heart, but he quickly remembered that Chiara in front of him was an orphan, so he quickly put back his smile: "You...do you have no other relatives in this world?" ?”

"I heard that my mother has some relatives who are wizards, but since they haven't come to see me until today, I don't think there is any need for me to find them." Chiara said calmly, "And I think I'm in a good state right now, I don't need my family."

Harry felt a chill from Chiara's answer.

He also suddenly figured it out, and he finally understood why everyone felt comfortable getting along with Chiara—because she didn't need friends or family, and she didn't want to develop a relationship that could break the social distance at all. stable relationship.

Because she didn't care, she kept a proper social distance from everyone, kept silent at the right time, listened at the right time, and responded at the right time, thus winning everyone's hazy favor.

She never really exchanged hearts.When others approached, Chiara gave a perfunctory package wrapped in colorful flowers. Everyone happily left with the colorful wrapping paper, but they didn't know that there was just a cloud of cold air under the package.

Harry shuddered as he recalled the song the Sorting Hat had sung in his first year. "Maybe you'll go into Slytherin, where you'll make true friends..." Little bastards like Draco Malfoy have Goyle and Crabbe, but what does Chiara have?

He looked at the girl who was reading a book quietly with downcast eyes on the opposite side, and always felt that a gust of wind would blow her away and blow her to other places that did not belong to this world.

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Harry soon saw Chiara again in another way.

Harry had been living with Sirius for a few weeks at this point.Sirius bought a new house. He didn't want to live in Black's old house that was no different from a prison after he got out of prison.His ideal life after getting out of prison is to get in touch with Harry slowly and get closer, but in reality, the way they get closer is not through chatting and recalling James together, but through repairing the kitchen and Water pipes, and emergency purchase plastic wrap.

Sirius and Harry's first week in their new house was a chaotic one, with both of them waking up every day thinking about who had been picked to make breakfast that day.When Lupine knew that Harry needed to help prepare three meals a day, he had to intervene between the godfather and son, so three bachelors lived in the house.

Thankfully, the family is finally back to normal. At least they can eat hot meals steadily, and they don't have to worry about running out of hot water when taking a shower.

As if to deliberately oppose the godfather and son, just as they gradually got used to their new life and gradually felt satisfied, an uninvited guest visited the new home of the three Gryffindors.

"Who's here?" Sirius raised his head, he was still holding a lasagna scoop in his hand, a little dazed, "Who do you think knocked on the door just now?"

"Snape, he said before that he was coming to me...don't do that, Sirius."

Lupine helplessly pushed Sirius back to his seat, who was about to jump up: "He just came to see me, we will be fine soon."

"What does he have to come to you during the summer vacation?" Harry also asked, holding a soup bowl.

Lupine cracked a badly inappropriate joke: "Maybe he's coming to me for teaching experience because he can finally teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Neither Harry nor Sirius found the joke funny.

"This is my home, I don't welcome him!" Sirius said firmly, "Harry, put away all the food on the table, we won't even give him a cup of hot tea!"

"Okay, Sirius, if it wasn't for some important business, I'm sure he wouldn't want to come see us either." Lupine reassured him helplessly, "Otherwise, I'll go to the hall to chat with him, and after the chat, I'll leave him alone." Send it away, you don't have to come out."

Harry liked the proposal very much, and Sirius thought about it, and accepted it with a grunt.So they watched as Lupine stood up and went to let Snape in after he had rang the bell five times.

"Good evening, Severus." Lupine relaxed and greeted Snape who was still wearing a pitch-black robe in the dark, "Come on, come in quickly, fortunately we have already bought a sofa, otherwise we won't have a place to sit for a while chat."

Snape stood behind the porch, his dark eyes scanned the somewhat messy new house indifferently, and he always felt that he could smell a dog stink.

"I don't think we're familiar enough to call each other by our Christian names. There's no need to sit down. The matter is very simple. I'll leave after I'm done." He said, and then closed the door behind him, "Where are the other two?"

Lupine pointed to the kitchen: "Eating."

"Let them stay at the table, I don't want another person to hear about it," Snape said coldly.

Sirius immediately jumped up from his seat as quickly and silently as a shepherd dog, and sneaked to the kitchen door to eavesdrop.

Harry tiptoed along too.

"What happened?" Lupine obviously sensed Snape's serious attitude towards this matter, "Does it have anything to do with Sirius?"

Snape categorically denied it: "It has nothing to do with that idiot of his, it just involves a student's privacy, and it won't do you any good to reveal it."

Sirius gritted his teeth and rolled a huge white eye.

Lupine didn't expect Snape to reply, "Student? Who is it?"

Snape looked into Lupine's eyes, and he trembled slightly for half a second before uttering the name.

"Chiara Lowe," he said, "I want to know what she saw when she confronted the Boggart the other day."

Lupine was in a trance when he heard Chiara's name.It's been a long, long time since he thought of that quiet girl with prickles in strange places, but as soon as the name was mentioned, Chiara's appearance came to his mind again, as vivid as if he had just given her the name yesterday. finish class.

"What's the matter with her? Why do you want to know this all of a sudden?" he asked. "Is anything wrong with Chiara?"

Sirius looked at Harry questioningly, Harry's eyes went straight, but he just shook his head.

Snape didn't seem to have a cooperative attitude at all: "It has nothing to do with you, just tell me."

Lupine wasn't offended, and he knew it had nothing to do with him.And he had a belief that it didn't just appear out of thin air. He felt that if there was anyone in Hogwarts who could solve Chiara's psychological problems, it must be Snape, and only Snape.

Fortunately, Snape finally started to solve her psychological problems.

"Of course I'd be happy to tell you, but I didn't see all of her Boggarts, and I didn't understand most of them." Lupine shook his head, "When I showed the Boggarts for the first time, Chiara asked me Turning around, I didn't see the first two forms of her boggart, and I couldn't understand what her boggart was saying, it was another language."

Snape's eyes flashed.

He stretched out his hand, revealing a small glass bottle, obviously prepared: "Then give me your memories of her Boggart."

Lupine gave a wry smile. He drew out his wand and pressed it to his temple, and said softly, "Wait a minute."

Soon, he handed Snape the vial containing the shiny memory.Snape obviously came this time because of this memory. After getting it, he didn't miss it anymore, and he didn't mean to say hello to the other two male masters of this family. He simply turned around and was about to leave.

"Severus." Lupine called him from behind, obviously not paying attention to Snape's previous protest of address, "Is Chiara okay?"

Snape looked back at him coldly, and replied as always: "It has nothing to do with you."

"But it's about you, isn't it?" Lupine leaned on the door frame and tilted his head a little. "Will you help her?"

Snape didn't say anything, he slammed the door shut and quickly Apparated away on the doorstep.

Sirius couldn't bear it anymore, and complained angrily: "He's still so annoying, I really want to punch him in the face!"

Harry didn't agree with him this time, his focus was on what Lupine and Snape were discussing.After Lupine returned to the kitchen and sat down again, Harry asked impatiently, "What's the matter with Chiara?"

"You really eavesdropped." Lupine said helplessly, "I don't know either, I really don't know."

Sirius looked from Harry to Lupine. "Who's Chiara?"

"It's a female Slytherin student in the third year. I remember that she and Harry have a good relationship." Lupine looked at Harry, and Harry affirmed after hesitation: "Yes...we have a good relationship."

"Ah, Slytherin!" Sirius yelled strangely, "Is there anything special about her? How can you get along well with a Slytherin?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders: "Because she is indeed a nice person."

"Slytherins are not all nasty, and I testify that she is indeed a pleasing child." Lupine persuaded.

Sirius poked the lasagna in the bowl with the spoon in his hand: "Okay, but I also remembered one thing, when I was looking for Wormtail at Hogwarts, I also met a Slater Lin's girl, she keeps coming to bring me food. If you say there are good people in Slytherin, she should be one of them."

Harry felt something in his heart, and immediately turned his head to look at Sirius: "What does she look like?"

Sirius thought for a while, and gestured in the air with a spoon: "It doesn't look very old, it should be about the same as you. She is not short, with short black hair, and she seems to behave quite calmly, and she is very bookish. She doesn't look like a Slytherin , like a Ravenclaw instead."

Harry and Lupine looked at each other, and both thought of a girl who fit Sirius' description.

"Should be Chiara," said Lupine. "There aren't many girls in Slytherin with short black hair, and the only ones of age are Chiara and Pansy Parkinson—"

Harry answered quickly: "—but it's impossible for Pansy Parkinson to be bookish, and it's impossible to kill her."

Sirius put down the spoon, he held his cheek, and clicked his mouth: "Oh, well, what a coincidence, then I also want to hear what happened to her."

Lupine wondered: "It's not easy to talk about it, after all, it belongs to Chiara's privacy, and I don't think she would want me to tell others."

"Is there anything you can reveal a little bit?" Harry urged.

Lupine glanced at Harry with a smile and a slight reproach. He pondered for a moment, and only revealed one sentence: "Chiara is not as mature and strong as she appears."

Sirius put down his hand in disappointment: "That's it?"

Harry looked at the soup bowl in front of him, but suddenly a little hope rose in his heart.

Since she can be seen through that layer of mature and strong camouflage, can someone crack her shell and pull out the real Qi Ya?

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"what is this?"

"Lupin's memory, I want to borrow the Pensieve, and please translate something for me by the way."

Snape put the small glass bottle in front of Dumbledore, and Dumbledore pushed his glasses with great interest: "My translation service will cost extra."

Snape asked stiffly, "How much do you want?"

Dumbledore smiled, and he blinked slyly: "It depends on the workload, but if it's wolf language, I can't guarantee what kind of translation it will be for you. Maybe it's a string of ouch?"

"It's not wolf language," Snape said angrily, "it's human language."

Dumbledore got up to get the Pensieve, he opened the cupboard, easily took out the heavy stone basin, and asked by the way, "You want to take me to see the memory about what?"

Snape looked at the glass bottle that was still warm in his palm, and said coldly, "The thing that scares the most about Chiara."

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Qi went back to the orphanage to continue trading in stocks + preparing for the next Horcrux, completely unaware that Snape started to use her as a subject for research

Snape: I'd like to see what's wrong with her spirit to fall in love with me!

Dumbledore: Okay, let's watch together, watch together

After watching Dumbledore, I was knocked out (no)

BGM: Secret, singer Chata.This song is very nice!