[HP] turns in your hand

Chiara hesitated. She stood at the door of the owl hut, holding a carefully sealed letter in her hand, and did not go in for a long time.

"Chiara?"

She turned her head quickly and relaxed a little when she saw the person coming.

"Hi, Harry." Chiara softened her face, "Are you here to send a letter?"

"Uh, yes, I have a letter to send to my godfather." Harry stopped at the top of the stairs, looked up at Chiara who was blocking the door of the owl shack, "You should also be here to send a letter ,Yeah?"

Ciara took a breath, took a step to the side, and made room for Harry: "I'm not sure...I...I don't know if I should send this letter."

"It's the first time I've seen you hesitate because of something." Harry climbed up the stairs and pushed open the door of the owl shack for Ziara. "Is it something difficult to make a decision?"

After asking, even Harry himself was a little surprised. He realized that he and Chiara should not be in such a relationship to discuss such a profound topic. He turned his eyes and found that there was also a slight surprise on Chiara's face. .

"You don't have to if you don't want to answer..." Harry scratched the back of his ear in embarrassment.

Chiara smiled and comforted him: "It's okay, it's not a secret. I just wrote a letter to my lawyer about the distribution of my property after my death."

Harry's expression froze.

"Isn't the distribution of property after death a will?" Harry stammered incoherently, "Why did you write a will? You, have you encountered any major problems recently? Or, terminally ill—"

Watching Harry's reaction, seeing the reaction of normal people, Chiara suddenly and intuitively realized how broken he was the last time he told Snape about the will at Gringotts.

Professor Snape, I'm sorry!

"No, not at all, I'm not sick," Ziara pursed her lips and smiled, "Just take it as a quirk of rich people, after all, you have so much money in your hand, you have to assign it regularly. OK."

Harry remembered the rumors in his grades that "Chiara Lowe is actually a rich woman who inherited tens of millions of fortunes", and suddenly felt that after Chiara was put on the filter of "rich person", she could accept whatever she did.

"And hesitant... because I feel that writing a will is unlucky for the first time." Chiara sighed slightly, "I always feel that after I write it, it seems that the will will come in handy soon. But I don't want to die these days."

The Easter operation has Dumbledore as a teammate. Unless Voldemort is resurrected in advance and then pulls Grindelwald as his shield, there is no possibility of failure in the operation, and she has no chance of dying.

Apart from the trust in Dumbledore's ability, the remaining reasons are also very simple.

Chiara felt that being alive was not an unbearable thing. She even had some expectations for her future, looking forward to seeing a completely different new life that she was about to usher in.

Harry didn't know what kind of long and painful road Ziara had experienced behind her words, winding from another world to the road full of blood and tears now.He forced a smile and said, "It's really not auspicious. After all, you are still young and you are far from death."

"Then..." Chiara thought for a while, "Let's not send it for now."

She turned and walked down the steps with a sigh of relief.Harry watched her retreating back, and suddenly called out to her.

"I saw you on the Marauder's Map the day Umbridge made the arrest. You sent the note in early to remind me, didn't you?"

Chiara didn't stop, and didn't respond.

She just curled her lips secretly, and said in her heart:

The savior's hanging is really outrageous.

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Easter, the first holiday in spring, is also Hogsmeade Open House at Hogwarts.

Chiara once thought briefly about why wizards celebrate such a religious festival. The reason she gave was that wizards are being assimilated by Muggle customs, and another simple and crude reason is that no matter what the origin of the festival is, it can be It's enough to have a holiday, who thinks there are too many holidays?

Anyway... Chiara loved the holidays.

Chiara glanced at the teacher's table during breakfast, and then she realized that Snape was not there again today.Dumbledore was in the middle of him, and when he met Chiara's eyes, he smiled and raised the golden cup in his hand to her.

Snape seemed to be very busy recently, and he was hardly seen in the castle except for classes.Chiara was also curious about what he was doing, but she knew she couldn't pry into his privacy too much.

Their relationship was not good enough for her to meddle in these nosy matters at all.

She lowered her head, pulled the sausage on the plate with a spoon, and warned herself softly in her heart: Just stop as long as you can, don't think about it any more.

In the final analysis, they are just a pair of ordinary teachers and students.

Man is such a kind of creature, eager to look forward to Sichuan, greedy insatiably, after one inch, he wants to go another foot.Chiara didn't have too much confidence in herself. She often felt that the responses she got from Snape were abnormal, like a dream. Woke up suddenly by taking a wrong step, and everything that was obtained before became nothing.

If you will definitely be rejected, then don't ask and don't ask extravagantly from the beginning.

Chiara regained her composure. This morning, she must have been distracted by her next actions, so she thought about such unnecessary questions.

What she should consider is the next action that concerns the fate of the entire British wizarding world and Snape.

What is required to go to Hogsmeade is a guardian's signed permission. There has been a long queue in front of the castle gate, and Filch stands at the gate with his back hunched, carefully checking the permission of the students one by one.The castle warden's eyes almost popped out, and he was gnashing his teeth to catch a hapless guy who forged his signature and make an example of it.

It was Chiara's first trip to Hogsmeade, and she felt a bit of novelty as she handed Filch permission, then watched Filch stare back at herself with bloodshot eyes.

"This signature," he asked angrily. "Is this your guardian's signature?"

"This is the signature of Headmaster Dumbledore," said Chiara. "I am an orphan and I have no guardian."

Filch's lips moved and he said something silently, before he shoved the permission back into Ziara's hand roughly: "Fortune yourself... let's go!"

Chiara folded the license and stuffed it back into her small bag. When she just walked out of the castle gate, she was still a little uncomfortable with the sunshine outside the castle in Spring Day. She squinted her eyes, and suddenly felt that whether it was she or Voldemort, it was possible to die in such a good place. The weather is also a very happy thing.

I just don't know if Voldemort will think so.

Ciara walked out of Hogwarts Castle at a normal pace with the students in front of her, walked along the main road, and walked slowly all the way to Hogsmeade Village.There were already many students shopping arm in arm on the commercial street here, and Chiara blended in with her usual expression, and then began to covertly search for Hogsmeade's landmark buildings.

When she was about to walk to the end of the shopping street, she saw the dilapidated hut far away from the village.

The Screaming Shack is just like the description in the book. It was originally just an ordinary house, but because it was in disrepair and no one lived in it, it looked quite dilapidated and dilapidated. There were weeds and shrubs in the front yard and backyard that no one cleaned up at all. , Chiara even took care to clear a path for herself with her wand when approaching it.

When she came to the door of the Shrieking Shack, the tattered wooden door suddenly "squeaked" and automatically swiveled open, as if to welcome her, it shook gently from side to side, making a harsh sound that the hinges had not been oiled. noise.

Chiara frowned, lifted her robe and stepped inside.

She hates screaming shack.

...No, she hates it here.

Even seeing Dumbledore standing in what was supposed to be the living room, smiling and welcoming her with outstretched arms, Chiara was sure she hated this shabby Harry Potter world attraction.

"Good morning, Chiara," said Dumbledore briskly, and with a flick of his wand the door swung softly shut again. "Didn't you stop by Hogsmeade just now?"

"I'm not in the mood to go shopping before committing the last murder of my life." Ziara said with a straight face. "Before we go, I think we should have a good plan."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, and he tapped twice in the middle of the empty living room with the Elder Wand, and two armchairs that looked quite comfortable and clean appeared in front of Ziara.

"Sit down and talk." He held out his hand invitingly. "I promise these two chairs are as clean as the sofa in the Slytherin common room."

Chiara figured her face would not look too good, because she couldn't help looking around the inside of the Shrieking Shack.She picked an armchair at random, and after sitting down, she was still a little distracted—because she found that there was a deep animal scratch on the floor in front of her.

"Ah, the owner who made these traces is not here or near here, you can rest assured." Of course Dumbledore noticed Chiara's eyes, "But I think you should also know how this house is. thing, right?"

Chiara's tone inevitably became worse: "Of course I know."

Sooner or later she'd have to bulldoze the place on a dark and stormy night without leaving a single rotten plank, and then she'd have to fill in the tunnel under the Whomping Willow.

Dumbledore folded his hands: "It seems that I picked a meeting place that you don't like very much, but in my opinion this is much better than the place we are going to."

"There's no worse place than here." Chiara wanted to get the subject out of the way as quickly as possible. "There's no worse place we're going to...do you know where we're going?"

Dumbledore smiled and asked, "Little Hangleton?"

Chiara looked up at him: "Did you find it?"

"Almost?" Dumbledore said lightly. "You mentioned this place before when you wrote to Severus, 'I enclose a pine branch from Little Hangleton'. I also asked Severus Where did he put the Snag pine branch, but he won't tell."

Chiara: …………………

Mistake, she really didn't expect Snape to even tell Dumbledore this.

"And I also found out that Little Hangleton was the last place where the Gaunt family, the descendants of Slytherin, lived. It's just a pity that after the Gaunt family died out 50 years ago, the old house they left behind was also the last Christmas of the year before last. The knot was completely burned." Dumbledore looked at Chiara with his blue eyes fixedly, "That is really an inexplicable and menacing fire."

"I did it." Ziara remained expressionless, "Isn't it a violation of school rules to go out and set fires during Christmas break?"

Dumbledore put on a thoughtful look: "Well, it seems that there is no such thing in the school rules."

"The school rules don't say that you can't go out with the headmaster to murder the Dark Lord during Hogsmeade's open house." Chiara said coldly, "That bastard is now living in the house I bought, leaving my house When I was a snake den, I also killed two managers who helped me see the house, and now no one is willing to help me renew the property registration. After I kill him, I must peel off his skin and nail it to the gatehouse.”

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slowly.

"Oh, that's fierce," he said, "but I don't really advocate cruelty to corpses."

"Whatever, the premise is that we can kill him first." Chiara rubbed her temples, "There is a very tricky situation I need to discuss with you, the one on Harry's forehead—"

"I can take care of that," said Dumbledore.

Chiara narrowed her eyes slightly, and originally wanted to ask how Dumbledore was smarter than himself in the book, and could find a way to solve the soul slice without hurting Harry.But when she thought that the person in front of her was Dumbledore who was almost omnipotent, she immediately lost the desire to ask again.

"...That would be great. And the big snake next to him, I'm not sure if it's a Horcrux. To be on the safe side, we'd better kill it before we do it."

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded. "Any other safety tips, Chiara?"

Chiara thought for a moment and said, "I will try not to hold you back, so I hope you will allow me to witness his sudden death with my own eyes."

Dumbledore laughed dumbfounded: "Okay, I will try not to hold you back."

Chiara sighed, stood up, and held out her hand to Dumbledore.

"I didn't send a will to my lawyer before I left this time." She was quite sincere, "so I hope we can come back alive successfully."

Dumbledore also stood up, stretched out his white and uninjured hand, and shook it gently with Chiara.

"Of course we managed to come back alive."

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