[HP] turns in your hand

The complete disappearance of a thing is never vigorous, but silent, and it loses its trace in this world and a person's life without knowing it.

The same goes for Umbridge's downfall.

The last time Chiara saw her was at the OWLS Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam.That afternoon she was waiting at the entrance of the auditorium to enter the examination room. In order to relieve anxiety, she kept pressing her soft palate with her tongue, so it seemed to others that Chiara stood there silently in a daze.

Suddenly, she felt someone tug on her sleeve.Chiara turned her head to look, and it was Harry and the three of them again.

"Hi, Chiara." Hermione greeted her first, her face turned pale, "How is your review?"

Basically, every time she met Hermione in the past two months, she would ask this question, but Chiara, who had experienced the more terrifying hell of pre-exam anxiety in her previous life, didn't care. Okay, I reviewed all the spells that appeared in the past questions last night, as long as they don't come up with new questions on a whim, it is conservatively estimated that they should be able to get an E (good)."

Ron shook his head with a look that seemed to say "ah, two Hermiones".

After the Easter incident, Chiara noticed a 180-degree reversal in the attitude of the Harry trio towards her.She guessed it was because Harry told his two friends about her involvement in killing Voldemort on Easter and her helping DA escape from Umbridge immediately after he went back, so the three Gryffindors were very happy. Take her as one of your own.

Every time they met in the corridor or in class, the three of Harry would come up to greet her proactively, and every time they met in potions class, the three of them would hold each other closely with what they thought was concealed eyes. Watching her interaction with Snape.

So Harry must have said something more than just the heroic story of her breaking Voldemort's wand and kicking him.

Hogwarts is indeed a place suitable for drinking CP. After all, even the headmaster has a soul-stirring love story.But taking CP in Potions class has a terrible price to pay-Harry was lucky enough to get a week of confinement for such a weird reason as "you must be despising the teacher if you do your homework too badly".

"Hey, come a little this way, look in that direction," said Ron suddenly, "Umbridge is talking to the examiners."

Ziara and Harry turned their heads too, and Umbridge was there.She followed several examiners step by step from outside the gate of the castle with a flattering but visibly haggard look, but none of those examiners wanted to talk to her.

"I hear she's about to be fired," whispered Ron. "Fudge doesn't like her."

Chiara was not surprised by this result, after all, it was the result of her hard work, and she also paid a lot of royalties to Rita Skeeter, who wrote articles to stir the flames.

It seems that the manuscript fee is well worth it.

Spending money in the right place is also something that can make people feel happy. This kind of happiness dilutes some of Chiara's nervousness and anxiety.She walked into the examination room with other students, and then waited in line in front of the examiners, one by one to complete their spell demonstrations.

When Chiara came to her examiner, she let herself show the flawless and polite smile that she had been perfect in the defense and interview in her previous life, and introduced herself softly: "Hi, my name is Chiara Lowe."

"Hello, Ms. Luo." Her examiner just finished giving the last candidate's grade without looking up, "Please open this cabinet in front of you, and then demonstrate the Boggart expulsion spell."

Ziara's scalp tightened.

She turned when she stepped forward, but she didn't realize it.When opening the cabinet door, Chiara even had a ridiculous idea: If her Boggart turned into Snape again, how would she explain it?

Then we can only see how fast she pronounces "funny funny" for a while.

Chiara's whole body was tense, she held up her wand, and after getting ready, she took a deep breath and opened the cabinet door.

……

nobody.No one came out.

No parents, no Snape, not even herself, just a small, cylindrical jar of cloudy yellow liquid rolled out of the cabinet and rolled all the way to Chiara's feet.

It was a jar she had seen in the laboratory warehouse before, but it was not the only one at that time, a whole row of shelves was filled with such dense specimen jars filled with cloudy formalin, and she remembered clearly that she His reaction back then was exactly the same as now, his whole body was stiff and his hairs stood on end.

Chiara saw the fuzzy, whitish ball of foam in the formalin, and her head "buzzed" from the top of her head to the back of her head, as if she had been numbed by an electric shock. Fortunately, her mind was not disturbed by this kind of thing. Destroyed, she can still utter the spell in full:

"Funny!"

The small pot turned into a wisp of white smoke, and went back into the closet in front of Chiara and the examiner.When Ziara closed the closet, she still had lingering fears, but the examiner was not at all curious. He had seen many candidates who would be startled by Boggart in the examination room, but he just made a very stylized note on the parchment, and Say, "Next item."

In Chiara's eyes, the content of the next exam was as safe and harmless as a Flobber caterpillar. After breaking a series of curses with very subtle techniques, the examiner even praised Qi with a smile. Yala: "Excellent! Very good, your name is...Miss Luo, it is quite amazing to have such attainments at your age. The last time I saw a person who was so proficient in deciphering curses was a senior interpreter from Gringotts." Curseman."

Of course, Chiara responded to him very politely, thinking to herself: Of course, she practiced these tricks just to steal Gringotts.

"I can do it here, thank you for your cooperation, Miss Luo." The examiner took out a piece of parchment and wrote her name on the top, "You can go now."

Ziara nodded slightly to him, and when she turned to leave, she suddenly felt her back and shoulders, which had been stiff for the past few days, relax.

When she was leaving the auditorium, she happened to meet Harry who was waiting for Hermione Ron at the door.Harry looked in good shape, and Chiara knew he must have done well.

"How?" Harry asked.

"It's okay, nothing else is wrong, but I was nervous when dealing with the Boggart." Chiara didn't finish the sentence, "I think I should be able to get an E (good)."

Harry remembered the incident when Snape came to visit him a few years ago, and suddenly he was curious: "What is your Boggart?"

When Chiara recalled the small jar, her expression became unsightly: "Deformed specimens."

Harry obviously didn't expect her answer to be this: "...what's that?"

"Some fetuses died in the mother's womb for various reasons, perhaps due to developmental defects, or accidental miscarriages... These formed fetuses have nowhere to go after being taken out of the mother's womb. Many It was soaked in formalin by the hospital to make a specimen." Chiara said, her face tensed, "This kind of thing is useless except to scare students."

Harry looked at Chiara's face and asked carefully, "Are you afraid of this?"

"Isn't it scary?" Chiara asked back, "Imagine that the entire wall in the herbarium is densely packed with such small jars, and each jar contains a deformity that has been soaked white and swollen. Fetus, quiet and silent. Some of them have only half a head, some have only half a body, and some have faces that look like...like..."

Like an alien, like a deep-sea fish!

Chiara couldn't go on, she took a deep breath and looked like a puffed up puffer fish.

When she entered the herbarium for the first time when she was in college, she was so frightened that she couldn't move. At that time, she relied on her remaining rationality to act as if she didn't care in front of other students. In fact, she almost took off her jeans. Torn.

How could anyone be calm in front of those deformed fetus specimens missing half of their heads?

Harry obviously couldn't empathize - because he had never seen such a specimen.He pursed his lips, trying to hold back a smile.

"It's really scary." Chiara said a little annoyed, "You'll know it when you see it with your own eyes."

"Uh, I'm not laughing at you." Harry rubbed the back of his hand embarrassingly, but still smiled, "I just think that what you are afraid of is very common, so it seems that you really have nothing to do with ordinary girls." different."

Chiara tidied up her school robes, and with some indescribable emotions, she said lightly: "I was just an ordinary girl."

Even if she wasn't in the past, she can still be an ordinary girl to her heart's content in the future.

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The summer of 1996 came sooner than expected.

As Ziara stepped off the train, the sun was so unreasonably hot that she could barely keep her eyes open.The student who got out of the car behind her accidentally bumped into her, and then walked around muttering sorry.

She shook her head, picked up the suitcase, and then reached out to pat Ye Coco, who jumped up and down and flapped her wings excitedly after seeing someone, walked across platform nine and three quarters, and walked towards King's Cross Station.

There are already many parents of students waiting on the platform to pick them up, among which Sirius Black is particularly eye-catching.With such a handsome guy standing in the crowd, it was hard for people not to pay attention.

Chiara just glanced at him, without any intention of talking, after all, they didn't know each other at all.

"Hi, Chiara!"

But social interaction has never been something that she can not participate in if she does not want to participate subjectively.Chiara sighed softly, then stopped, and replied politely but without energy: "Good afternoon, Mr. Black."

"Long time no see." Sirius looked her up and down with a smile, "You should remember me, right?"

Chiara gave a perfect social smirk: "Of course I do."

"Ah, I don't mean the meeting at Easter." Sirius smiled wider, "I mean we met when you were in third grade."

Chiara became alert: "Is there?"

Did he guess that he was the one who drank the compound potion and killed Wormtail?

Sirius scratched the base of his ear: "Of course, you often came to deliver meals to me, but you didn't know it was me."

Chiara was stunned for a while before realizing that Sirius was talking about the fact that she had been delivering meals to the big Animagus dog before.

At that time, she would regularly prepare some hot dishes and soups to feed the big stray dog ​​on campus, in order to prevent Sirius from starving to death before she completed her goal.It's just that the stray big black dog was very vigilant at that time, and would only eat after she left, so Chiara didn't expect Sirius to still remember her.

"Ah... you're the one..." Chiara could only pretend to be enlightened, and dealt with it perfunctorily, "then the dog... I mean, after you disappeared, I thought you were adopted, so I Didn't think much of it."

Sirius looked directly at Chiara, and said very seriously: "In any case, thank you, and thank you for helping Harry all the time."

The social smirk on Chiara's face slowly faded away, she blinked, and looked away uncomfortably, pretending to look at Ye coconut who had been obediently squatting on her shoulders: "Well... I just... did what was supposed to be done."

Unlike other Gryffindors, Sirius grew up in the Slytherin pile. He can see through the duplicity of snakes at a glance, and he can also see through the weakness of snakes when they talk about him.He laughed knowingly, and then extended an invitation to Chiara: "Do you have any plans for the end of July? I want to invite you to Harry's birthday party."

Chiara was taken aback.She looked up at Sirius again, and said hesitantly, "I...?"

"Or do you have something else going on at the end of July?" Sirius asked knowingly.

Not really, but...but...

"That's a deal," said Sirius happily. "I'll send you the address in advance. By the way, your owl looks really lively, and I think Harry's Hideaway will like it very much!"

Yeye spread her wings happily, and responded with a "ji" bark, just like a dog wagging its tail at another dog.

Chiara had just been booked into a class reunion out of nowhere, and she was still wondering what had just happened as she got into the taxi to her London apartment.

Gryffindor, a familiar species, is terrible!

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The author has something to say:

Mr. Si is still in a dead state, struggling to sort out his emotions

If you don't hurry up, Xiao Qi will run away (grab his shoulder and shake hard)

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