Harriet Potter

After discussions all weekend, the only thing we can be sure about Katie's attack is that she wasn't the intended target.I suspect that someone has explained to Lini before she left the school hospital, so she never mentioned that Katie wanted to hand over the necklace to others when she recounted the incident countless times, and it was always only the four of us .Of course, we also spent a lot of time discussing who the target was. Hermione thought it might be me. Although she admitted that it would be a long way to ask Katie to take the castle back and hand it over, she was still worried about it.

When you think about it, the options are actually quite limited, and there aren't many people in the school who are worth the trouble of attacking.I think the most likely is Professor McGonagall, who is a senior member of the Order of the Phoenix, is always in the castle, and is also the head of Katie; Ron thinks it may be Dumbledore, but Hermione and I think this kind of It was too difficult to get in touch with Dumbledore, especially since he was rarely seen these days.

"It's also possible that there wasn't a specific target at all," Hermione said, "and that the person who did it was just trying to do an indiscriminate attack, like having Katie throw the necklace directly on the table in the common room. Being attacked It doesn't matter who it is, he—or she—just wants us to panic."

"Then he can take advantage of the chaos and make real plans," I said immediately.

"Harry—"

"We can all agree that the necklace can't even go through the castle gate, right? But Malfoy didn't even go to Hogsmeade that day, he didn't know! That's why he asked the accomplice outside to give the necklace to Katie—"

Discussions always stopped at this point, and Ron occasionally reasoned with me, and Hermione simply pretended to be deaf.It pissed me off that she was still sifting through piles of old newspapers and archives from decades ago to prove that the prince was not a good guy, but she turned a blind eye to the people who were making trouble right under her nose.I don't see how it matters, Prince's textbook is dated 50 years ago and he's an old man somewhere now - it's weird to realize that, after all, Prince has always been in my mind He is a clever and silent boy.

Dumbledore didn't show up at the staff table until dinner on Monday, and I was a little worried that he wouldn't be back in time. Fortunately, when I knocked on the door of the principal's office at eight o'clock in the evening, there was still a familiar "come in" from inside.Dumbledore sat behind his desk, looking terribly tired, his hand as black and dry as ever, but with a smile on his face, he motioned me to sit down.The Pensieve was placed on the table like last time, and the dots of silver light were thrown towards the ceiling.

The first thing he said was about Katie, who was lucky enough to only touch the necklace through a small hole in her glove, and was expected to make a full recovery.I couldn't help but feel relieved to learn that the staff at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds reported to him hourly—even while he was busy dealing with Voldemort's ravages, Dumbledore was still watching over Hogwarts as he always had.I understand better than most why this old man with long silver hair and beard was the only person Voldemort feared, and if anyone else has seen Dumbledore's rage when someone tries to hurt a student, as I have, then They would never have thought of Hogwarts.

"Professor McGonagall told me about your suspicions," said Dumbledore, and I realized he was referring to Malfoy.

"so you--?"

"Anyone who is suspected of being involved in Katie's accident will be investigated thoroughly," said Dumbledore. "But, Harry, my concern now is our class."

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed or annoyed.Not only was my inference about myself not taken seriously, but it was also because this class was said to be quite important, yet there was such a long gap between the two classes.But in most cases, my anger can only be a volcano that cannot erupt in front of Dumbledore, and what he will show me is just the tip of the iceberg.Dumbledore had his own agendas about what was best for me, for the greater good, which were neither of my concern nor influence, and most annoyingly, they were always right.

"Regarding Voldemort's early life, I think you must remember that we last talked about the handsome Muggle-Tom Riddle abandoned his witch wife Merope and returned to his little Hangleton village. Home. Merope is alone in London with the child who will become Lord Voldemort."

We enter the Pensieve again, this time with memories of how a kid who grew up in an orphanage got into Hogwarts.Except for his smaller stature, the 11-year-old Tom Riddle is very close to the memory image I saw in the secret room. Maybe he has never had a period that can be called "childish".He had no problem accepting the fact that he was a wizard, and before he knew it he had largely mastered magical powers—the part of it that hurt people, exactly.

I don't know if it's because I've seen what he became decades later, but I always feel that the petty villains he did as a child-hanging other people's pets from house beams, terrorizing two children in a cave, stealing The shadow of brutality and ruthlessness can already be seen in the victims' belongings as trophies.Obviously, Hogwarts did not change Riddle's cold heart at all, but it enriched his wings.

"Tom Riddle was already extremely confident, secretive, and obviously didn't have a friend. He went to Diagon Alley by himself, he didn't need anyone's help and company. He was willing to do everything by himself. The same is true of Voldemort as an adult. You will hear a lot The Death Eaters claimed that they had his trust and that they were the only ones who could get close to him or even understand him. They were all fooled. Voldemort never had a friend, and I don't think he ever needed one.

"Finally—and I hope you haven't been blinded by sleepiness, Harry—young Tom Riddle loved to collect loot. You see that box of loot he keeps in his room, and remember his magpie-like I also like the hobby of collecting things, which will be especially important in the future."

This is Dumbledore's summary of the lesson, I still don't understand what he wants me to understand, but I have learned to keep a polite silence when Dumbledore says good night.

With the first Gryffindor Quidditch match of the term just around the corner, I finally had to accept that Katie wouldn't be back anytime soon and called Dean Thomas to take her place after a Transfiguration class.Dean gleefully told everyone he knew about it, and it was no surprise that I was the only one who heard the discussion in the bathroom before lunch.This is one of my experiences, it's better not to gossip in the toilet, because you never know who is in the cubicle.

One of the girls who spoke was named Romy Davani, who was one of the unsuccessful candidates in the previous selection of the whole school. I was more or less impressed by her protruding chin and domineering tone, and the other one sounded like Simon Fini Gan's girlfriend, he is also a loser.Washing their hands and whispering, the two seemed convinced that I chose Dean because he was better with Ron, and Ginny for the same reason, and wentssip again about my relationship with Ron.This has happened so many times that I have lost the desire to distinguish, and I plan to wait until they have had their fill and leave before going out, but when the protagonists of malicious speculation become me, Ron and Hermione, I have had enough and pushed away The compartment door slammed loudly.

Both froze when they saw me, and one of them seemed to be brushing his hair, with one hand resting comically on his neck.I walked over to them without a word, and she stuffed the comb back into her bag and ran away with her friend, not even taking care of the hair tie by the sink.

The common room is just a lot more chatty than other places, and I sometimes suspect that some people are deliberately pointing where I can see it, presumably to make them feel brave or special.I've been through much worse than this since I went to school and don't really bother about it, but it does stress us out.In the upcoming game against Slytherin, if Gryffindor wins, the whole house will forget that they ever criticized me, and will claim that they already knew this was a great team; Losing—well, I've been through far worse than that, and I'll survive.

Originally, I had a lot of worries about this team that was too late to get used to it, but in the first training that night, Dean cooperated very well with Ginny and Demirza, and the performance of batters Perks and Gut was getting better and better. , so only Ron was left among these worries.He has always had the problem of underestimating himself and stage fright, and the upcoming first game seems to have induced all these problems. He missed six balls in a row, behaved more and more flustered, and then hit a punch Demirza's mouth.

At the end of training I kind of wanted to write to my former captain, Oliver Wood, and ask him how he could actually say 'well done' when training was like mud.

When I entered the dressing room, I pretended to drop my glasses and fumbled on the floor for a long time. When changing clothes, I let Demelza and Ginny go first.Sure enough, Ron came out of the men's locker room opposite after everyone had left, sluggish and listless.

"I'm acting like a piece of shit," he said in a hollow voice.

"No, you're not. You're the best goalie I ever drafted, Ron." I said unequivocally, which was true considering I'd only drafted a goalie once. "Your only problem is nervousness."

I couldn't stop cheering Ron up, and he finally felt better as we made our way up to the third floor.I lifted a tapestry to take the usual shortcut to Gryffindor Tower, only to find Dean and Ginny kissing passionately right in front of our eyes.

Oops.

"Hi!" cried Ron, "I don't want to see my own sister cuddling in public!"

Ginny shooed away the embarrassed Dean, then returned the blow to Ron without showing weakness.Within a few rounds they both had their wands out and I got in between them which was no easy feat as both were taller than me and were struggling to push me away or get over me and give each other a solid slap son.At the same time they didn't stop yelling at each other, I've never realized so clearly that Ron and Ginny are brother and sister.

"I've seen you with Slime, and every time you see her, you just want her to kiss your face, what a pity!" Ginny mocked bitterly.

Ron growled, and an orange light passed over my left shoulder, almost hitting Ginny.Luckily, I had a fair amount of experience dealing with bigger opponents, so I kicked Ron in the crook of the knee with my back kick, and threw him with all my strength, pushing him against the wall.

"Don't do something stupid—"

"You hypocrite!" Ginny interrupted my warning, her voice already tearing into tears, "Don't act like the two of you have never cuddled! You've made out with Harry yourself, and yet Consider this a disgusting thing!"

After she finished speaking, she left in a huff, and I quickly let go of Ron, who looked like he was going to kill and find a crack in the ground at the same time.We stood there, panting, Ron avoiding my gaze, the color of his face changing several times.It wasn't until the sound of Filch's tapping footsteps came from around the corner that the awkward atmosphere was finally broken.

"Let's go." I said.

We hurried upstairs, didn't talk much that whole night, and then went back to the dormitory.