Harriet Potter

Merope Gunter is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. By her generation, the family has declined to only three people and a dilapidated house, except for two Slytherin relics. No other property.A ring set with black gemstones and a locket with the letter "S" on it, either of which was more valuable to Marvologunt than his little daughter.

The repeated brewing of similar bloodlines made some things ferment and deteriorate. The blood superstition of the ancestors has become paranoid and crazy, and there are also powerful magical talents, and Merope has not inherited any of them.This mediocre witch fell madly in love with a Muggle in the summer at the age of 19, and then made the most deviant decision in her life: seduced Tom Riddle with a love potion, and eloped with him with an ancestral locket.

There was nothing surprising about how things unfolded.After the love potion failed, the woman was abandoned, and she was pregnant and wandered on the streets of London, and had to sell her ancestral property at a low price to make ends meet.Eventually Merope collapsed on the steps of an orphanage, with only enough life left to support her giving birth to a baby boy.

That boy, Tom Marvolo Riddle, was raised in an orphanage, and decades later dropped his despised Muggle name and called himself Voldemort.

I knew the gist of this story before, and the last time I heard it I was strapped to a tombstone in the presence of more than twenty Death Eaters.Dumbledore didn't explain why he assembled all the circumstantial evidence and showed it to me specifically, and I don't see how understanding Voldemort's tragic life and childhood misfortune would help defeat him.Unless he's trying to tell me that Voldemort was once human too, which only makes the fight against him creepier, I'll wonder how many other people could have been him.

"You must have noticed it yourself. We were both half-bloods, both orphans, both raised by Muggles. Perhaps the only two Parsels to enter Hogwarts since the great Slytherin himself cavity. We even look kind of alike..."

Riddle's whispers sounded in my mind at the right time, his foggy figure was playing with my wand in the dim secret room, and Ginny's body was lying lifeless in my arms.It didn't take much for me to get out of that experience in second grade, after the basilisk was killed and the victim fully recovered it became more of a total victory, I still believed that justice prevails .

Of course, this part is beyond the scope of my discussion with Ron and Hermione.They learned the whole content of Dumbledore's "teaching" at breakfast on Sunday, and they have been discussing the reasons for Dumbledore's actions in whispers since then. would be more beneficial to our struggle.

After she read the whole newspaper, the discussion came to an end. Ron habitually asked "Has anyone we knew died?" He took the newspaper from her and started to read it. Hermione was the only one of us who was still alive. People who subscribe to the Daily Prophet.

"No. Looks like the Ministry of Magic is going nowhere," she said. "There are a few more people claiming that there are dementors wandering outside their house, probably bluffing."

"After all, if they were attacked, it's unlikely they'd be able to tell a story, would they?" Ron shoved the ketchup-smothered sausage into his mouth, and handed me the newspaper flipped to the sports section.

Ron always only reads this page, and I can't do much better.I read the Tornado team's preparations and this week's group stage scores, and pretended not to notice that Hermione had been surreptitiously watching in this direction.When she frowned, I thought she was about to throw a tantrum, but she pointed to the faculty chair.

"Hagrid didn't come to breakfast again."

Ron and I looked around, and there were three vacant seats in the faculty chair. Hagrid, Dumbledore, and Snape didn't show up, but Trelawney, who rarely left the tower on weekdays, was sipping a small glass of lemonade.I kept my head down and continued with the food before I caught her eye, lest she clutch her chest and scream in front of the auditorium announcing that I was about to die suddenly or something.I should have gotten used to the death predictions of my ex-divination teacher by now, but that wasn't something to read as a blessing anyway, and it wasn't long ago that I learned that it was she who sealed my fate with a prophecy.

"Maybe Glop got into a fight with some of his other stuff," Ron said dismissively. "Hagrid's going to be fine, there's not much that can hurt him, remember?"

"But he hasn't spoken to us all week! I saw him yesterday on the way to the library, and he just shoved right past me, ignoring me," said Hermione sadly.

"Library?" I had a hard time imagining Hagrid crammed between the bookshelves in that dirty fur coat.

"That's weird, when has he read a book?" said Ron, and Hermione gave him a gouged look.

"It seems to be about the knowledge of taking care of huge animals." She ignored Ron's snort and announced, "We must find time to clarify with Hagrid."

"Like 'Your classes and stuff and especially your brother are stupid as hell but we still love you'?"

"Did you find that Dumbledore didn't show up either?" I hurriedly interrupted.

"He must be busy with the Order of the Phoenix," Hermione replied. "The situation must be very serious now, and I heard that the new Minister of Magic still doesn't trust Dumbledore."

"Then he's as stupid as Fudge." Ron asserted, waving the fork with the smoked fish. "My dad said Scrimgeour was very difficult, dragging the people of the Ministry to work overtime all day long. There are already people in the Auror Division Studying how to kill him."

"Sounds like he's at least doing something." I don't forget that last year Fudge spent a whole year denying facts and discrediting me, allowing Voldemort to grow under his watch, and thanks to him I lost the last bit of the Ministry of Magic confidence.

"Snape rarely showed up outside of class," said Hermione.

"Maybe he's been tinkering with Dark Arts stuff in his cellar. Anyway, he's a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts now, and Dumbledore can't say anything about doing it openly, can he?"

Ron looked at me as we spoke, and our hatred and mistrust of Snape were almost equally ingrained, and Hermione's persuasion with Dumbledore's knowledge of people was useless.Hermione had given up on that long ago, but the topic prompted her: "Harry, how was your Occlumency class on Friday night?"

"That's it, it's the same as last semester." I said wearily, and I will do it again at the same time next week, which is also a complete replica of last semester. "Speaking of which, when I got to his office..."

I told them what I had seen, and at the end I didn't know how many times I emphasized to them: "Combined with his sneaking behavior in Borgin-Bock and the incident on the train in Diagon Alley, you still don't think Malfoy has Question? He's always been Snape's favourite."

"But if he was really working for the You-Know-Who, why would he quarrel with Snape? Snape should offer to help him in order to obtain information." Hermione pointed out.

"Before...that was Snape's letter to the Order of the Phoenix. Of course he was not happy that his father had entered Azkaban." I replied, seeing that they both shuddered at the same time when they heard the name.

"I still don't think Malfoy has that ability, he's an idiot." Ron said after a moment of silence.

"I think you're paying too much attention to this, Harry," said Hermione. "If anything, Dumbledore would know."

"Of course, he is watching at school every day." I drank the last bit of porridge annoyed, and did not discuss this topic again.

Believing that Malfoy was serving Voldemort seemed extraordinarily difficult for Ron and Hermione for reasons I couldn't understand, perhaps because they hadn't been on the train to witness him talk about his secret mission.I've seen plenty of liars and complacent people, and something in Malfoy's face tells me that what he's talking about is true, or at least he thinks it is.He was about to go on a mission that Voldemort valued, and he didn't care if anyone got hurt.

Malfoy is quite similar to my cousin Dali. Because he has no worries about food and clothing and is well-loved, he thinks he is superior, has no empathy, and is very smooth in lying and winning people's hearts. A small part of the world has no conception of struggle, suffering, death, etc.I hated their existence from the bottom of my heart, but their mockery of me was closer to a constant harassment without discipline, and it would be too flattering to describe it as vicious or evil.If I were asked to judge whether Draco Malfoy is evil, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to give a clear answer, but I wouldn't be surprised if he succumbed to fame, fortune and threats and went evil.

Breakfast ended in Ron's re-initiated chat. Although the homework for Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions was still in the tower, I had made up my mind to fly for a while before lunch, so I invited Ron, Kim Ni and Katie Bell, it can be regarded as practicing hand feeling before the selection of the Quidditch team.Dean, who was planning to audition this year, insisted on going with Ginny, and both Ron and Hermione looked unhappy when we left the table.

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