Harriet Potter

Ron's expectations for the game were half-realized, someone got hit in the head with a Bludger, but it wasn't McLaggen, it was me.McLaggen went AWOL to "teach" Perks how to hit the ball during the game, and he hit the ball far off course, and I just happened to fly in front of the ball.The result was a fractured skull and Gryffindor lost the game by 320 to [-] points.Gryffindor has never lost so badly since I competed, and if Madam Pomfrey hadn't threatened to drug me, I might have rushed out of the hospital hospital to fix McLaggen when I heard the news pause.

"At least you'll be able to get rid of him for good," said Ron sensibly, his joy at getting McLaggen into trouble after Ginny assured us that the rest of the team had done a perfect job of fixing McLaggen.It is said that when I was first admitted to the hospital, Hermione coaxed him not to join the ranks of beating McLaggen.

"I'd have to wash that picture out with Bubber Tuber's thick water," Ginny whispered, throwing a sideways glance at Ron, who was busy staring at Hermione while she explained the diagram, "he's sure It was on purpose. Just wait and see, he might ask Hermione to feed him later."

"I'm starting to hope that it was my eyes that got hit." I touched the bandage on my forehead that looked like an Arab turban, "I don't know why Madam Pomfrey put me in this ward, I'm just so superfluous here."

"Hermione said it would be convenient to give you a lecture." Ginny snickered.

I groaned and sank my head deeper into the pillow.

Ron and I were eating hospital meals when Alvin appeared. To my surprise, Hermione greeted Alvin naturally. When she pulled him away, Ron muttered but didn't resist much.I wish he'd stayed on, Alvin and I hadn't been alone since that night, the awkward silence that fell between us the moment the ward door closed.

Alvin looked around, found a vase and put the flowers he brought.The bouquets are mainly composed of calla lilies and orchids, elegant and fragrant.

"I don't know what you like." He placed the vase by my bed.

"That's great, thanks," I said, "Where did you get the flowers?"

"I, Torion, brought it for me. He has some connections."

"He's been a real help, hasn't he?" I said coldly.

Alvin looked a little overwhelmed, "Harry, I know you're having a hard time, but none of us would be happy that the goalkeeper hurt you. There are several people on the team who are very concerned about your injury. .”

"Hating the whole of Hufflepuff for one loss, is that what you think of me? Losing a game is far from the worst thing I've ever experienced." I pushed the plate aside, feeling Anger weighed on my stomach like a rock, "Did 'Leon' tell you why he used a love potion if he was so good at wooing girls?"

"Love potion?" Alvin's surprised look made me confirm that he didn't know, which made me feel better.

"Someone put a bar of chocolate in my bag before Slughorn's party, and if Hermione hadn't discovered the love potion in it in time, I might have eaten it." I can't put Ron in love with Gerry Fern's story got out, "Unless you know someone whose second initials are LKG?"

Leon frowned, "This is too much."

"He never does that to other girls?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. Most of the time he doesn't need it." Alvin said hesitantly, "But he mentioned to me once or twice that if he used the love potion, he would definitely put the signed card on The conspicuous place in the package guarantees that only girls who like him will eat what he gives. But I don’t know—”

"Do you think that justifies his behaviour?"

"That's not what I meant! I'm just saying that Leon won't really... force someone to—"

"Then your standards are really low." Blood started to rush to my face, "He's going to drug girls who don't know and you think it's okay?"

"I'm not this—"

"You are!" I feel like I'm rapidly becoming angry, "the only reason you're angry at him is because you like me, don't you? And Griffin knows it, and you feel betrayed. If it's Any girl, you don't give a damn if she eats Griffin's chocolate and gets tricked into doing something by him!"

"That's not it!" Alvin also raised his voice, "I told Leon clearly that I objected to him doing this, I just didn't take it seriously. He always said that he would do this or that, but Not really putting it into action, I thought he was just talking."

"So your friend is a macho big talker, and you think that's okay!"

"He's not... Harriet, I know you're angry with him now, but Leon isn't as bad as you think." Alvin said eagerly, "He's really good, but sometimes he can't control himself Q."

"Then he'd better be careful, isn't he?" I said dryly. "Stan Thornpark has been in Azkaban for months, and he just can't keep his mouth shut."

Alvin was a little annoyed, but he obviously didn't want the quarrel to escalate further, so he pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.I took a breath and changed the subject.

"You know Hermione?"

"I've chatted with her a few times, and she has read a lot of books." Alvin immediately grasped the topic, "It's very difficult to meet people who have read the same books as me here."

"Do you like reading books?"

"Yes." Talking about reading seemed to lift Alvin's spirits, "We all like Hugo, have you read his "[-]"? ..."

I've never seen Alvin talk so much in one breath, and he rambled on for a while while I tried to be polite until he realized I wasn't really interested.Then he said good night and left. Not long after he left, Ron and Hermione returned to the ward. Ron looked impatient to wait, but obviously received Hermione's warning and didn't ask any questions.

Ron and I left the hospital early on Monday morning, Hermione took us to breakfast, and Luna Lovegood brought me a note from Dumbledore on the way.Luna is a Ravenclaw student one level below us, fought with us at the Ministry of Magic last year, and is one of Ginny's best friends.Before she left, she also gave Ron a handful of onion-like things, it's called a Gordigan, and it can protect against the attack of the big mouth ball fish-I have long since given up trying to figure out every word that comes out of Luna's mouth mean.

"I've got a better impression of her, Luna," said Ron as he continued toward the auditorium, grinning as he held up the Goldigan. "I know she's nervous, but there's something nice about her too. .”

"Glad to hear that, if it saves you from calling her 'crazy girl,'" said Hermione cheerfully.

Ron's discharge and the weekend he spent at the hospital hospital made the new week a lot more interesting, and despite the gloom surrounding the Gryffindor table over Saturday's fiasco, my Still in a good mood, McLaggen made sure of that by sitting away from everyone and trying to minimize his presence.

I spent the whole morning on the run. I asked Ron and Hermione to help me occupy a seat in the classroom. After class, I went around the castle to find other team members and told them to gather in the hall after the last class.During lunch, the Gryffindor team occupied a corner of the long table. The players and I encouraged each other and discussed the training plan before the final match.Everyone left the table confident that, despite the odds, Gryffindor still had a chance of winning the Quidditch Cup again.

And Gryffindor was never afraid to pursue hope.

My good mood lasted until the evening's lesson, and the first thing Dumbledore asked about was the progress of my request to Slughorn about the Horcrux's memory - obviously, I was at a loss for words.There were too many things to occupy my mind: schoolwork, Quidditch, stalking Malfoy, Ron being poisoned... If I could say anything in my own defense, it was that although Dumbledore himself had given me private lessons is the most powerful testimony to the importance of these memories, but he still never explained any reason to me.

There was no way I could tell Dumbledore any of this and be sure he knew all about it.I hate letting people down, and Dumbledore showing disappointment is enough to make anyone feel small and disintegrated.

"Then may I hope that you can bring this matter forward from now on? If there is no memory, there will be no point in our future classes." Dumbledore said calmly.

"I will, sir, I will get it," I said eagerly at once.

"Then we won't talk about it now," said Dumbledore, more cordially. "Go on to the story from last time. Do you remember where it was?"

"Remember, sir. Voldemort killed his father and grandparents, making it seem like his uncle did it. Then he went back to Hogwarts to—" I pause guiltily,"—to Slug Professor Horn asked about Horcruxes."

Not long after, Tom Riddle graduated from Hogwarts as a highly trusted and expected top student. He proposed to stay in school as a teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but was rejected by the headmaster at the time because he was too young.Riddle next took a position at Borgin & Bock's, using the store's privileged position to track down certain ancient relics—so old they dated back to the Big Four.He finds the locket and Hufflepuff's relics at Hepzibahsmith before committing his second murder.Some years later Riddle returned to Hogwarts again to seek a teaching position, and by this time he was known as "Voldemort", and his appearance had become similar to the Voldemort I knew.

"He must have wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Dumbledore. "No Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has been teaching for more than a year since I rejected Voldemort."