[HP] Raven

Episode 06

Alex stormed into the Slytherin common room on the basement level and took the homework from Louise Goyle that she had lent her.Their previous conflict was resolved by a piece of chocolate from Louise Goyle. It's not that Alex really forgave her, nor was Goyle's sincere apology.

"Wait, Everly, I have a question here," she yelled, lest people not know that her homework was put together by the best of the best.

"I don't want to answer right now." Alex glanced at her.

"Have you taken gunpowder again?" Louise Gower noticed that her tone was not good.

"Eat, how's it going?" She became inexplicably irritable, and stood still looking at her roommate's face that was rapidly flushing.

"What's the matter with you?" Parkinson appeared out of nowhere, "Do you want to take your anger out on your classmates when you get beaten up in the Quidditch selection?"

As soon as he said it, Parkinson covered his mouth in regret.

Alex almost sneered.Parkinson knew before she even made it to the common room that she would be kicked at Quidditch tryouts.This is simply a conspiracy.If it wasn't for the momentary inability to move her right hand, maybe she would want to draw out her wand and teach everyone present a lesson.

She walked back to the dormitory in a sullen mood, intending to take a shower before going to the medical wing to report, but as soon as she entered the door, she realized that she had an appointment with Lily-Evans for self-study in the afternoon, and she looked at her watch and the appointment time had passed. She had no choice but to walk to the long table with her arms crossed to look for her. When she first left the house, it started to rain for the umpteenth time. She had no choice but to hold an umbrella. It was so big that the rain seeped from the hood of her wizard robe into her hair one after another, and then ran down the hair in strands.

She sniffed, trying to control her emotions.The joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of adolescence are more vivid than other stages. She clearly knows that getting Quidditch is not a big deal, and being squeezed out by those pure-blooded bastards is not enough to make her feel so wronged, but she is still so sad that she wants to cry. .

"Merlin's beard, what's wrong with you, Alex?" When she rushed to Lily, Lily was startled, and quickly cast several drying spells and warming spells on her.

"Quidditch selection. I'm sorry I'm late." She said sullenly, and then saw James Potter sitting diagonally across from Lily, absent-mindedly writing his homework for Potions class.

When is he going to be involved?

Lily guessed what she was thinking and showed a look of indifference towards him.

Alex nodded, she could guess what was going on from Lily's performance.But just as she was about to take out her homework from her pocket, she found that she couldn't move her right hand at all.

"What happened to your hand?" Lily opened the sleeve of Alex's wizard robe and found a large pool of purple-black scars.

"What else? It must have been overwhelmed by the Slytherin bugs during the Quidditch selection. This is their usual trick." James Potter glanced at it and snorted, "Next time I will definitely beat them all over the ground."

To be honest, she didn't realize it was anything but a minor bruise when she looked at it.She declined Lily's offer to take her to the hospital wing, and walked over, clutching her arm, leaving her with James Potter.

After checking her joints, Madam Pomfrey rubbed the white moss. To be on the safe side, she asked her to sit and observe for a while to see if she had any serious allergies.It is true that some children are allergic to moss, although it is uncommon.

"Children of your age have too many bumps and bumps, how hard can it be to be cautious? It really makes people feel uncomfortable for a moment." Madam Pomfrey couldn't tell if she was complaining or thinking.

Depressed and unable to move, Alex stared out the window at the out-of-body experience.

The room temperature in the medical wing was slightly higher than that of other classrooms, perhaps to take care of patients. The air was warm and dry. Alex sat on a chair appointed by Madam Pomfrey. In the safe triangle area, it didn't take long for her to lean against the wall and fell asleep drowsily, and it was her mother again in her dream.

After Madam Pomfrey finished her work, she turned her head and saw that the girl was leaning against the wall, her eyes were obediently closed, and she was sleeping peacefully.At dusk, the rain had already passed and the sky was clear, and the sun was setting, and a thin layer of shining golden net quietly covered her body.

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It was past meal time when she woke up, and Madam Pomfrey was standing by the side arranging the potions, telling her that there was food for the sick on the tray.

It was tasteless oatmeal.Alex stirred a few times, took a sip, and put down the spoon. "Thanks, but I'm not hungry."

"Then leave it alone," Madam Pomfrey replied without looking back, "This food really doesn't taste very good, by the way, a little boy came to visit you this afternoon, but you fell asleep, he Just go."

She guessed it was Regulus.Facts proved that her wounds had completely healed under the action of white moss. She moved her arms, thanked Madam Pomfrey, and then went to find a secluded corner in the library and started to do her homework.

After Alex's wound healed, her enthusiasm for Quidditch also disappeared. Quidditch brought her bad memories. There is no more text at the beginning.

Although she once gave up the Charms Club, Edmund Pike, who met on the Hogwarts special train, and the current head of the Charms Club, still welcomed her warmly.

"Joining the club is a smart choice, Everly," Pike said. "As for missing the membership time, it's not a big deal. I mean, we always welcome new blood."

She was indeed obsessed with spells, and devoted her spare time to long and short spells and strange ancient symbols. Under the leadership of Pike and a group of Ravenclaws, she began to study the structure, sentence patterns and effects of spells. Professor Wei is also willing to give her more guidance.

The venue for the event is specially approved by the head of Ravenclaw College, Professor Flitwick, usually in the empty classroom next to the school history room, or in the basement downstairs of the library.If training ended early, she would take a walk in the basement.

"If you are curious about the history of your family, you can go to the basement to have a look. There are a lot of information about wizarding families in the Middle Ages." Although Pike is a Muggle, he looks like he knows all the books in Hogwarts like the back of his hand.

Alex's father was a rebel in the family, but this undoubtedly made her more curious about the origin of half of her blood. With little effort, she found the family with "Everly" printed on it in the basement Shi, after turning a few pages, realized that he couldn't finish reading before the curfew, so he secretly took it back to the dormitory, intending to put it back after reading it.

The origin of the surname Everly is Salzburg, Austria, near the Alps, adjacent to the German border. In the fifteenth century, an expert in the field of potions, Caralina Everly, improved a Distillation was the mainstream method at the time (but it has long been eliminated), and there are few narratives that can impress her.Loneliness seems to be a family gene that has been passed down from generation to generation. Most of the ancestors did not have much contact with outsiders, and the records are very mediocre. They even seldom dabble in the work related to the Ministry of Magic, and they are tightly closed in the family. until death comes.

After turning to the seventeenth century, the content began to become interesting, and there was content that all ancient pure-blood families could not avoid: some ancestors began to use black magic, mainly in duels.In the history of magic class, Professor Binns once said that although there are no accurate figures, the origin of black magic is much earlier than most people expected. Some magic historians with extreme views even believe that black magic is the source of magic.The dark magic of the Everly family in the seventeenth century is a little late, but it is still not absent.

She waited until this taboo topic finally appeared, and her reading interest became high.

The Everly family quickly came to prominence because of black magic. There was even a genius in the eighteenth century, Buckhouse-Everly. His records are all focused on the positive side, such as being talented, having a sense of family honor, and being willing to take care of his younger siblings, but there are also some clues that he is a dark wizard—the young Backhouse invented some extremely destructive cursed and brutally murdered Muggles, which was apparently legal and common in the wizarding community at the time.According to historical records, he participated in the Goblet of Fire when he was studying in Durmstrang, but unfortunately died in the game.

Since then, the family has declined, and the readability of the subsequent history has also declined again. Most of them have returned to a mediocre and unknown state, and there are even some inconsistencies. She guessed that it was to cover up some disgraceful content at the time. For example, the most obvious ones are the inconsistency between the name and the date of birth and death. If you look closely, you can also find some traces of misplaced historical events. She guessed that this was to cover up the fact of intermarriage with Muggles.

She closed the book and began to understand why Pike liked these family biographies. Although boring content appeared from time to time, they were indeed as exciting as legends.

dark magic.Her eyes lingered on the yellowed pages.

Hogwarts are all white wizards, and they regard black magic as a scourge, but using black magic in Durmstrang is not illegal as long as it is too much on the unknown side.Alex admits that her three views are relatively weak, but who can say that black magic must be wrong?To kill people, the simplest "torn apart" is enough.Obviously, it is the cruel killing intent that deprives others of their lives, and black magic is at best a tool.

She was just curious and quickly decided to take action.

The air in the dark corner of the library exudes a faint musty smell, and the light from the candle stand is dim, barely enough to illuminate a page of a book and half a page of parchment.If you think about it with your head, you will know that books related to black magic are almost only in the restricted area in schools where white wizards gather together, and the headache is that Alex can't get approval slips for the time being.She thought about the possibility of taking it for herself without asking, but was quickly denied by her own reason - if she was found out, the cost would be too high for her to bear.

She walked out of the library dejectedly, and Nina Raymond, the beautiful Hufflepuff girl, met her again. The two of them had no feud, but Alex's mood was still gloomy.

She is so beautiful, as if carved out of gold and jade.Alex tried not to recall the beautiful girl with her golden hair shining, choosing the latter between her trip to the potions lab and the cabin in the woods.She wanted to have some fun.

Hagrid warmly invited her to see the fluffy Buckbeak, the hippogriff cub growing so fast that it was already half the height of a man.

"Don't let it peck you, Alex," Hagrid reminded over and over again, smiling as he squeezed Buckbeak's head. "This little thing's mouth is sharp enough to split a stake."

Alex reiterated that she would be careful, and slowly stretched out her hand. Buckbeak inspected it, sniffed it with his moist nose, and obediently put his chin in her palm.

The bottom of my heart is soft enough to bloom.

"How long does it take to grow?" she asked softly.

"It's about the same as humans, about 20 years." Hagrid scratched his head, stretched out his hand and gestured, "At that time, it would probably be this tall, and it would be able to easily fly across the entire Black Lake with its wings, which is amazing. "

It was evening, the sky showed a dark algae blue, the full moon was in the sky, and the milky white moonlight shrouded everything sparsely. The sweet smell of fruits and flowers mixed with the woody smell of the forest was brought out by the wind, and the bonfire The logs in the pile jumped and made a series of crackling sounds.

"20 years." She repeated in a low voice, sighing uncontrollably for no reason.

"Smile, Alex," grunted Hagrid, "what deep thoughts are you thinking in your little head?"

On the way back, she heard the howling of some kind of carnivorous animal. The shrill sound dragged on for a long time. It pierced the heart in the cold night, and it made the scalp tingle.

Are there wolves at Hogwarts?She thought about it, and felt that it was better for her not to meddle in her own business, so she wrapped her cloak tightly and hurried on her way. Her Transfiguration Notebook was left in the common room.

When she stepped into the cellar, she saw Severus Snape stuffing a page with something written on it into his pocket.She glanced at it and saw that the notebook she had left behind had been caught in the crevice of the sofa behind Snape.

"Why are you here?" He stiffened his neck vigilantly and stood up, clutching his pockets tightly.

Said it as if she was going to sneak a peek.

She was baffled by his senseless defense, and gave a menacing look: "This is the common room."

The Slytherin students gathered together in twos and threes, talking loudly or whispering, the boys with voice changes during puberty were arguing like a group of teal ducks, everyone was busy arguing about something, no one paid attention to the fact that there were two half-breeds who didn't give each other good looks.

Snape stood up quickly, and left the cellar as if fleeing with his large stack of books in his arms.

Alex gave him a blank look, pulled out her notebook from where he had been sitting before, chose a place far away from him to sit down, and began to read "Spells and Their Unknown Weaknesses" recommended by Parker , Louise Goyle returned her Transfiguration homework, and took away the History of Magic paper by the way.

The next day was a Tuesday when there were relatively few classes. After the suffocating History of Magic class, Alex could have a whole afternoon of doing nothing. She saw Lupine in the corridor, his face paler than usual, as if he had just been born had a serious illness.

"Alex, could you lend me the Potions Note?" Lupine's lips were pale when he smiled.

She nodded, and sat down on the long table with her books and notebooks in her arms. Lupine followed at a certain distance.

"You didn't seem to come to class yesterday." She picked out the potion book and pushed it to him.

"Thank you...I didn't feel well yesterday, so I had to ask for leave." He opened the notebook and began to make up yesterday's notes seriously.

"Remus!" James Potter appeared in a hurry, "Looking for someone to make up notes again?"

"No way, you have to make up for missing classes. Your notes are written like ancient runes, and you can't even read them." Lupine buried his head in copying.

"Better than Sirius's." James Potter teased his best friend mercilessly.

Lupine said helplessly, "Does Sirius have a notebook?"

Then both of them seemed to think of something funny, and they started laughing at the same time.

Alex didn't understand the inside joke between them, and turned a page of "Spells and Their Unknown Weaknesses" a little bored.

"Evely." James Potter seemed to have just noticed her presence.

She looked away from the page, and her eyes fell on James Potter's brown head, which was disheveled as if it had just faced a hurricane.

"What's your business, Potter?"

James Potter was all right with Lily's friends. "It's nothing...I just want to say, you look very boring."

Lupine sped up his transcription: "I'll be right away. Or shall I send your notebook to the Slytherin common room later?"

Alex turned the page of the book. "No, I'm not in a hurry...but why not use the copying spell? That would save a lot of effort."

Lupine smoothed the parchment with his fingers, showing the modesty and shyness of a good student. "Copying one more time is equivalent to reading it one more time."

What a touching answer.If she had been Professor Slughorn, she would have been moved to tears.

"The copying spell is of course efficient, except sometimes..." James Potter took out his wand and waved it. "It might not work that well."

Maybe that's because you're not good enough, Alex thought, at least she's been using it for four or five years without any problems.But out of politeness, she pretended to be curious and asked, "Did something go wrong?"

"If you're restless when you read it, it's easy to accidentally copy it to other places." James Potter glanced at her, as if it was common sense.

"Really?" She was dubious.

"It is said that the inventor of the spell did it on purpose, in order to prevent the copying spell from being used in large-scale cheating." James Potter opened a pack of Bibi Weird Beans and put it between them, "If you use it during the exam The back of the hand and the tabletop may be stained by the rewriting spell, which reduces the difficulty of invigilation—just check whether the hands and the tabletop are clean and tidy, and most of them can be found.”

"The inventor is a headmaster of Ravenclaw, and the copying spell was invented when he was just staying at the school to teach." Lupine grabbed a Bibi Weird Bean and chewed it in his mouth, and said pleasantly, " Ah, great, chocolatey."

Alex followed suit. "That was painstaking."