[Deha] World Starlight

Desperately wanting to change, but I'm still me, those things happened as always, and then you find that all the hard work is like an iron without steam that can't iron the wrinkles on Merlin's pants.

Go with the flow, and change what you can, although you will soon find that there are very few things you can change.

In addition, I am not surprised at all that you and Draco quarreled, but don't worry, Padfoot tells you from personal experience that you will understand a lot of truth from the quarrel and calmness, and your relationship will be sublimated in the end.

Padfoot is always on the same front as you. ]

When Harry saw the end, he let out a "puchi" laugh, and Hedwig in front of him combed her feathers facing Harry with her beak, and flew away with her wings shaking.

Harry, who could see the disgust from Hedwig's actions... carried his schoolbag and left with the letter.

When Harry passed by him, Draco deliberately looked down at the writing on the envelope in his hand.

"Hmm..." He let out a muffled breath, reaching out to stroke his neat blond hair.

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☆、Two little guesses Ⅲ

The fulfilling days always pass quickly-in addition to the homework of various subjects, Harry is also tired of dealing with the boring Slytherins who make trouble for him with various reasons!Although these naive first-years can't cause any substantial harm, they usually just deliberately put messy things into his cauldron during the Potions class, causing his entire potion that is about to succeed to be destroyed. , and had Snape sneer at him for a while for not handing in his classwork before class was over.Of course, they were not so rampant in other classes, because after all, only Snape would not easily deduct points from Slytherin - so it seems that they still have a sense of collective honor?

While none of this was as overwhelming as being in a room with Draco (Harry's head hurts now thinking of the air that seemed to solidify in the room every day), he didn't mind that because of some brat The provocation and give all the guys a blow.

It just happens to be able to vent your anger, so why not do it?

But fortunately, with the help of the previous events and the entire "cold war" in Slytherin, the relationship between him and Neville and others is getting better and better, and because of the lack of manpower in the Gryffindor team several times Sometimes he substitutes for the Seeker and establishes a basic friendship with the team.

Harry still wanted to laugh thinking about Wood's expression when he found out from the Weasley twins that he was a Slytherin student.

At that time, Ron was still trying to wink at them both to signal not to speak.

Harry also learned from some things during this period that although some people don't care which house you belong to when making friends, there are still many people who still have a deep-rooted stereotype of Slytherin... Harry He doesn't care much about what those people think, anyway, he is a Slytherin now, and everyone in Slytherin has more than one face.

The days passed so tangled and happy.It's the end of October in a blink of an eye, and the warm weather is gradually going away with the arrival of Halloween.Harry looked at the flashing fluorescent amber shells outside the window, but he was surprised by the fact that he and Draco had been fighting for a long time... After all, it can be said that the two of them had never quarreled since they were young.

Harry is now also reflecting on some of his actions at that time - there is no doubt that he really did not give Draco face very much, and it is true that he has more problems in the current situation.No matter what, Draco is a Malfoy through and through. I know what kind of education and thoughts he has received since he was a child, but he put this little guy who is only 11 years old with himself. Position, measure him with the concept of Harry Potter who has grown up and experienced a lot and is still a Gryffindor.

Although some of what he said was indeed too much...

Harry scratched his hair irritably, but he didn't know how to give both parties a step down.

Harry had just stepped out of the cellar door on Halloween morning when he smelled the sweet, tantalizing smell of roasted pumpkins wafting down the corridor.Presumably, the hardworking house elves started preparing the ingredients for the evening banquet after breakfast, because today's breakfast is still the same as every morning, and there is no festive decoration in the auditorium.

The first class in the morning was Potions class. While brewing the potion, Harry thought that the first class in Gryffindor should be a magic class. If there is no accident, they should have finished the long magic theory class and started to learn how to make objects fly Woke up.

To be honest, the big reason why Harry has been looking forward to Halloween is that he hopes that Neville, Ron and Hermione, who is not sure whether it is because of Lu Wei or what is awkward, will get back together quickly (he will also think about himself at this time), although Luo En kept saying that they and Hermione Granger were never on good terms, and Neville said he didn't know why she didn't talk to them both.

The more distracted Harry was stirring, the more he felt that something was wrong with the potion in the pot, and then he took a look and found that the potion in the pot had become a paste because of his over-stirring...and Professor Snape was standing there with a dark face at his desk.

"Oh." Looking at Harry's blank eyes, Snape sneered, "I thought Mr. Potter would never discover this failed pot of flour."

Harry... pulled the corners of his mouth and barely showed what seemed to be a smile.

Snape sneered, "Zero." He emptied Harry's cauldron with a flick of his wand.

Harry closed the textbook amidst a snicker. To be honest, he...had already gotten used to it. It would be really unbearable if Snape suddenly became nice to him one day.

Draco, who was sitting behind Harry, glanced coldly at Pansy who was "giggling" beside him, and Pansy almost choked in fright.

Coincidentally, Slytherin's next class was magic class, so Slytherin and Gryffindor happened to walk in two directions among the crowd that filed out of each classroom during the break.Harry glanced at Neville and Ron in the crowd. It seemed that Ron was not in a good mood, and Neville also looked worried...Harry looked around, but didn't see Hermione.

Harry couldn't help sighing in his heart that the wheel of fortune turned by a single sentence.

But the turning wheel of fortune tells Harry not to always worry about other people's troubles, because other people's troubles are always other people's troubles, and his own troubles are the most annoying.

A few familiar-looking Slytherin students had been following Harry not too far away. After turning a corner, a boy who looked like a mallet walked quickly a few steps, getting closer and closer to Harry. close.

The moment the Slytherin student's hand was about to grab Harry's shoulder, Harry turned around quickly, pulled out his wand from his pocket, and shouted, "All petrified."

This time was the peak time for dismissal of classes, and almost a few people in the four houses saw this weird scene—Slytherins fighting each other?

"I warn you," the tip of Harry's wand pointed at the boy who fell to the ground with a "bang" and was blinking non-stop at the moment. His cold green eyes swept across all the boys behind Slater who wanted to watch the scene. Student Lin, "I also warn you all, don't bother me."

"Because I don't even know what the next spell will be." The wand in his hand trembled, and the cheerleaders behind the petrified boy took a step back in unison.

The entire corridor fell into a kind of silence that seemed to be empty. Harry smiled, tilted his head, and seemed to want to say something... But in the end he just pulled the strap of his schoolbag, turned and left.

"Hello," after a long while, a senior Hufflepuff student finally broke the silence, "Is that kid in first grade?" He looked at his companions and asked with some doubts, "Let's go to first grade Did you learn the petrification spell when you were here?"

"I've learned it," said his companion, "but I definitely didn't learn it so early, how long has it been since I started school..."

A lively discussion broke out among the onlookers: "That kid is Slytherin...why does he look so much like my dad's colleague? An Auror named Potter."

"Oh my God! The magic education of the Auror family is so advanced??"

During the discussion, some well-meaning person gave the poor big man lying on the ground a curse.

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☆、Two little guesses Ⅳ

In the magic class, Harry, who was in a bad mood, shined brilliantly. Professor Flitwick happily added 20 points to Slytherin, but found that all the Slytherin did not show any happiness.Harry didn't feel much about it. After all, the homework that he had learned all once seemed to be no difficulty now. Even if it was a homework that was several feet long, he could use the help of a few big thick books in the library to write it in the shortest time. over.

But he looked at the Slytherins who were bothering him just now, and noticed that the petrified mallet suddenly lowered his head when he looked over, and the steel-like body even shook twice.

Harry looked back in surprise, completely unaware that he had left such a big psychological shadow on this seemingly robust guy...

Harry suddenly felt a little guilty. He didn't know how long this guy had been petrified...whether he met a kind person or the professor, but no one talked to him, so he must have met a kind person, right?Harry thought to himself, what's his name, Brian?

"But..." Harry glanced over again, the boy visibly flinched again, it seemed that the feeling of petrification was really uncomfortable, "It seems that I will have peace for a long time."

As Harry thought, this "all petrification" can be said to be a strong declaration, proving that Harry Potter, no matter who he is with or who he is at odds with, cannot be bullied casually.

However, after all, Auror is still a profession that makes a lot of enemies, so it is true that some people did not target Harry because of Draco in the first two months, and of course Harry is not afraid of them.

Even in Slytherin, Draco's status can be said to be one of the best.Of course, the big reason is that his surname is Malfoy, he is destined to be the heir of the Malfoy family in the future, and he also has a father with status and a shrewd head.

Black and Potter knew what happened to Malfoy in the end, others didn't.

In the perception of all Death Eaters, Malfoy was still the most powerful right-hand man of the Dark Lord until the end.

Even if not, the glory of the family is enough to determine everything.

Seriously... if it weren't for Draco's unassailable status in Slytherin, the dungeon would have been full of troublemakers for Harry.

In the rush of studies, the auditorium can be said to be decorated in the style of Halloween in one fell swoop: bats are flying back and forth on the ceiling like a huge black cloud, and the candle flames in the pumpkin's belly are flickering, making the auditorium flicker. Plates were set out, and the plates were filled with all kinds of delicacies.Harry smelled the mixed aromas all over the table, and his stomach grumbled a few times.

Neville and Ron, who were worried, walked into the auditorium and were instantly attracted to all their attention.

The dinner went on very happily. After eating the meat, Harry ate a big red apple, and then found some desserts.At regular intervals on the long table, there would be a plate full of various candies. The candies in them were colorful and different in style. Everyone had put a lot of candies in their pockets and planned to eat them slowly, but Harry didn’t, because He also has wolf's chocolate.

Oh, it's worth mentioning that the place where Harry sat was usually filled with people every two seats, but today half a row of chairs was vacant.

It is also fortunate that there are few Slytherins.Harry teased himself inwardly.

And the main event that he was looking forward to was not unexpectedly staged on time.At that time, there was a loud "bang" from the door of the auditorium, and Professor Quirrell rushed into the restaurant.Harry was startled, choking on the unswallowed pudding.

Professor Quirrell's big scarf was worn askew on his head, his face was full of horror, and he even had a little bit of the same hands and feet when he trotted.

"G-troll..." he screamed, and took several breaths.All the students were staring at him, most of them were full of anticipation, they probably thought it was some kind of Halloween special.There are also a small number of people with food in their hands and mouths, and their eyes are full of confusion.

Harry quickly took a sip of pumpkin juice, and lamented in his heart this guy's excellent acting skills.

Professor Quirrell struggled, and walked towards Dumbledore step by step, staggering, panting and saying, "The troll—in the dungeon—" he said the last sentence to Dumbledore, " I thought you should know."

Snape stood up abruptly.

"Oh, don't worry about Severus, I don't think trolls are interested in your bottles and cans." Dumbledore reassured Snape, and then began to arrange the students who were already in a mess, "Please everyone Don't panic, student presidents and prefects, please take the students of your college to the dormitory immediately! The professor will follow me to the basement classroom."

Harry noticed Snape glaring at Quirrell, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

The students at each long table hurriedly put down the food in their hands, stood up and stepped out of their chairs, and the whole hall was suddenly crowded and chaotic.

The Slytherin prefect just stood up from his chair and began to lead the first year with ease.

"Everyone follow me!" He held his head up and said lazily, "As long as you follow my command, you don't have to be afraid of any giant monsters!"

The crowd was crowded, all pushing towards the gate, and Harry was caught in the crowd helplessly forced to take a step.

The first graders of Gryffindor, led by Percy, also formed an untidy line and walked out the door.

Harry stood in the crowd, moving slowly, his eyes kept looking in the direction of Neville and Ron from afar.

However, the already crowded crowd at the door was like a water pipe that was suddenly unblocked. All the people crowded in front of the door were caught off guard and squeezed out of the door, including Neville and Ron.

Suddenly Harry was not too close to them.He could only stand on tiptoe and try to look in their direction—watch them huddled in the crowd and go the other way, then slipped quietly through the empty side corridor, turned a corner and disappeared.

The whole corridor could be said to be full of people, and Harry looked at the empty corner, thinking about whether he should go over and help out—this was indeed a thrilling experience in his memory, but Navello Together, En Hermione should also have a near-never ending.

Harry, who had been left behind, thought for a long time and finally felt that he should not be mixed among the three of them, but perhaps he should also remind them "when locking the door, be sure to pay attention to where it is locked" or something like that?So he struggled to get out of the crowd, but it took a long time to squeeze out a gap in the crowd. Just when he was about to push out again, someone suddenly grabbed his hand from inside and pulled him out.

"Okay, Slytherin, follow me," said a familiar voice from the front of the crowd.

That hand was very slender, and its body temperature was slightly cool, carrying a feeling Harry was familiar with.However, the strength of holding his wrist was very strong, as if there was some hatred.

Harry staggered a few steps before following the footsteps of the person pulling him in front.

—Draco.

Harry didn't know if he should break free or what?Should break free?Harry didn't want to get into trouble with Draco again because of Ron and the others, but if he didn't break free, he was a little worried about the situation over there... Forget it.The three of them, Harry thought, had their own destinies that had nothing to do with him.

Harry looked down at the drooping sleeves of his robes, his green eyes full of confusion.

The back of Draco's hand was pale, but there seemed to be a strength in his fingers that made it impossible to break free.He held Harry's hand and walked faster than usual.

Harry's eyes moved up slowly, the black robe swayed with the movement of walking, and then up was the back of Draco's light golden head, which was still neatly combed even at night.

Or, can this also be taken as a signal of wanting to reconcile?Harry thought.

The procession walked loosely down the flight of stairs, and finally returned to the Slytherin cellar.

"Inheritance." The prefect said the password.

The seniors were back early, and the common room was packed and rowdy.

"Due to some unpredictable special circumstances - you all know what they are," the prefect concluded from the center of the hall, "so we all have a Halloween dinner in our own colleges."

Everyone hurried to their plates, devouring the food that was brought to them, soothing their beating hearts.

But Draco just stood there, never letting go of Harry's hand.For a while, most of the eyes of the first graders were hiding behind their plates or food to observe this side, and the senior graders also looked at it quietly from the corner of their eyes.

Harry's fingers twitched in Draco's palm, and just as he was about to say something, Draco let go of his hand and turned around.

His brow was furrowed slightly, his gray eyes fixed on Harry unblinking, as if he wanted to see him into his own.

However, just as Harry was hesitating whether to say that sentence, Draco spoke first and said something that caught Harry off guard.

"I'm fine with you being friends with Neville Longbottom," he said, "but if you keep hanging around with dudes like the Weasleys or Hagrid, you'll be affected." Draco frowned, and looked at Harry worriedly, "And Granger, although she's a little clever, she's—"

After these words passed through the air into his ears and then into his brain, Harry felt that his expression might be as strange as swallowing a dead cockroach, so he interrupted Draco because he didn't want to hear To the word he hadn't said yet.

"I think I still have a basic judgment ability." After saying this, Harry turned and walked away.

He thought he needed a quiet space to calm down.

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☆、Two little guesses Ⅴ

Compared with Slytherin, which can be said to be icy and snowy, Gryffindor's situation is like a spring in March.

Since Halloween, everyone in Gryffindor has found that Hermione, Neville, and Ron, who were not very harmonious, and even looked down on each other, have magically become friends.And they would sit together and talk happily at breakfast every day, and they would also sit together in class—they were very envious, after all, once they hugged Granger's lap, they would have hope for future homework.

In fact, this is not surprising, after all, the friendship between children is always simple, but they are really jealous of Hermione helping Neville and Ron to check their homework.

In fact, Neville and Ron were also a little puzzled. After all, the three of them still had a choking relationship before they fell asleep, but it seemed that Hermione had become their friend since the troll fell to the ground.It's as natural as hair growing and professors leaving homework.

When you and someone go through an event together, you never fail to bond, and knocking out a twelve-foot troll is one such event.

After entering November, the temperature dropped sharply, and a thin layer of ice appeared on the surface of the Black Lake.The fireplace in the Slytherin common room was blazing, and in the basement classroom, which was colder than outside, all the students simply warmed their hands by the heat from the potion boiling.

However, there were times when, no matter how hot the fire in the fireplace, the cellar was still as cold as ice, and that coldness meant the temperature in their hearts, of course—when Potter came back suddenly and Draco was in the common room again.

They all saw it!After that Potter left on Halloween night, Draco's rather ugly face and the sudden drop in temperature around him.

Another beautiful morning, the owl postman flew in through the window while the students were eating breakfast, and the leader was a beautiful snowy owl.

"Whose mail could it be?" Harry was delighted at the thought of seeing letters from home or from Moony in Padfoot - a joy that lasted only a short time.Because after Hedwig let go of her claws, a note fluttered like a feather from mid-air to Harry's eyes.

[Your punishment starts at ten o'clock tonight, please go to the trophy showroom by yourself.Mr. Filch will check it out sometime.

Professor McGonagall. ]

"Ah..." Harry sighed helplessly, folded the note a few times and stuffed it into his pocket.

To be honest, he really forgot about it, but... On the other hand, Harry still had to thank the note, since he had nothing else to do at night anyway!

That night, Harry walked out of the common room alone amid whispers and stares, climbed the stairs, and made a few bends to the trophy room.

There is a metal nameplate inlaid on the heavy door, and the words on it are already a little dim.

Harry reached out and pushed the door open, once again marveling at Filch's cleaning ability.

To be honest, Harry didn't quite understand why Filch enjoyed the punishment so much, despite the fact that a few hapless blunderers wiped the trophy again and again every month of the year.

There are more than 100 trophies in the trophy showroom, and each one is not small.But that wasn't what saddened Harry the most. What saddened him the most was that he couldn't tell which trophies he had polished up last time.

On the floor in front of the display stand was a bucket of soapy water and a bucket of clean water, with a clean rag draped next to each bucket.

Harry pricked up his ears to listen for a moment, then took out his wand and pointed to the rag—a rag that immediately placed itself in a wooden bucket full of detergent foam, soaked it, wrung it dry, and began to diligently follow the steps. The order carefully rubbed up the trophy.Another rag came out of the fresh water and followed the cleaning rag to wipe off the suds it had left behind.

Looking at the orderly work in front of him with satisfaction, Harry reached into his pocket and took out a few pieces of letter paper and a quill, then sat down with his back against the side of the shelf, put the letter paper on his bent legs and began to write. letter.

[To dear parents:

When I was taking flight lessons, Professor McGonagall said that my flying skills must surpass that of my father, and I fully agree with this.

I saw this year's Slytherin Quidditch team during my lunch break, it was terrible, especially the Seeker, who was as tall and strong as the Beater.

But the Gryffindor batsmen are fantastic - the Weasley twins, I've made friends with them.Gryffindor Seekers aren't great either.

It's a pity I won't be able to play Quidditch this time, or I'll be the smallest player ever. ]

Harry stopped writing suddenly and listened carefully.As he thought, there was indeed a sound outside—heavy and somewhat dragging footsteps.

After confirming that it was Filch's footsteps, Harry quickly threw the letter paper and pen into a large cup, stood up and grabbed the two rags that had been helping him with his hard work, and before he could roll up his sleeves, even his clothes together into the water.Then he took it out without even twisting it, and pretended to find a trophy and wiped it.

Sure enough, Filch opened the door as soon as Harry wiped it twice. He only put his head in, and looked sullenly at the entire trophy room.Seeing Harry's almost horrible appearance, he grinned with his thin lips.

"Do it well, boy."

Harry made a bitter face.Two rags kept struggling in his hands.

After Filch left for a minute, Harry let go of the rag in fear.Thank goodness Mrs. Norris hadn't gone ahead of Filch this time, Harry was grateful to himself.

The two rags jumped into the bucket angrily after Harry let go, splashing water on Harry's robes.

Harry smiled wryly, reached out and rolled up his wet sleeves, then wiped his hands on his robes, took out the letter and continued writing.

[Dad, do you know?I really want to go home and play Quidditch with you right now.Also, I really miss my mom's apple pie (actually, I miss everything my mom makes and eats).

In fact, the main purpose of my writing is to ask if you are going out for another honeymoon this Christmas?

Harry. ]

Harry pressed the letter under an unwritten letter and began writing to Remus.

[To dear Moonface:

Moonface, how about you come to Hogwarts as a professor next year?Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

I think our current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is really weird, he always has a mixed gas that smells like garlic.

The point is that he's always telling us about lizards and chameleons, and he's still stuttering, and I'm always worried that he's going to pass out when I'm in class.

Harry. ]

Maybe because of all the unhappy things that happened, Harry felt that he really wanted to talk to his relatives, but he didn't want to write to his parents saying something like "I don't know why Draco and I quarreled! It's awkward It's been a long time but it's always because some things are getting worse every day. I'm very upset but I still feel that I did nothing wrong. Maybe he didn't do anything wrong...but it's the cold war! I and the whole Slytherin are not Too friendly, I even petrified a guy who wanted to trouble me a while ago!" words.

Harry leaned his head back against the cabinet and began to wonder what would happen if he actually wrote such a letter and went back!Lily will probably write a long, long letter to him and Draco, and then find that this letter does not have any reconciliation effect at all, so she goes to find Narcissa, and then the two mothers bring the two fathers together I went to Hogwarts to ask what was going on...

"Oh, Harry. In this way, you will get yourself into a lot of trouble because of your temporary complaints, and as the incident evolves day by day, it may eventually turn into something like a big farce." Harry looked up Looking out the window, I guess I have been here for more than an hour.

Thanks to Merlin, the rags are also diligently wiping the last few trophies.

It was nearly twelve o'clock when Harry finally came out of the trophy room, and the corridor was quiet, no one was there.After putting away the letter and praying inwardly that he wouldn't run into Peeves, Harry took advantage of the punishment trip.

In fact, this action was planned before Harry came to Hogwarts, but because too many things happened that he didn't expect, he never found the opportunity.

From the day he was truly sure of his new life, Harry had been wondering what he could do!No matter how insignificant some things are, as long as they can slightly threaten Voldemort and increase even the slightest chance of winning, he will do it.

However, he didn't have a chance to touch it when he was at home, but Harry really felt it when he got to school.

It might really be because of the change of identity that apart from being close to Neville, he couldn't get in touch with the things that happened to him.

The corridors of Hogwarts will look very solemn at night, with torches burning one by one, illuminating their own area.

Silently thinking about the wiring in his mind, Harry carefully turned a corner against the wall.

Draco lay on the bed and rolled over again uncomfortably - he had been tossing and turning like this for hours.

The lights in the room were not turned off, and the light penetrated through the curtains so that something could barely be seen in the bed.

After turning over again, Draco sat up abruptly from the bed, and opened the curtain with a wave of his hand. The sudden light at that moment made him squint his eyes involuntarily.

He wrote a letter to Narcissa today. When he wrote the letter, he felt that he should have done this long ago, but now the more he thinks about it, the more he regrets it.

Maybe...Draco put on his slippers and walked over to Harry, looked at Harry's bedside table with complicated eyes, and then walked closer and closer as if bewitched by something...

Harry's diary...

Just as his hand was about to open the drawer of the bedside table, there was a sudden sound from the direction of the door.

Draco was startled, his body shivered as if he had touched a Flobber caterpillar, and then flinched.

He even thought that if it was really Harry who came back, he might as well just say what was in his heart.

However, Draco didn't know whether to be thankful or regretful, but the door only rang once, probably because of the accidental sound made by someone with companions outside.

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☆、Two little guesses Ⅵ

On a very ordinary and silent midnight, most people in Hogwarts castle fell into a sweet dreamland. Even Mrs. Norris yawned on the first step. She raised her front paw and licked it twice. down, and wiped his face.

There was no one in the common room of each house, and the lonely fireplace burned silently.

Everything is recuperating in the dark, accumulating strength, and waiting for the dawn of a new day.

Except for one person.

Twelve fifty at midnight.

Harry made it to the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle with difficulty.

Before he came out of the trophy showroom, he hurriedly and carefully walked through the corridor, but he didn't expect that when he stepped on the stairs, Merlin moved the twelve o'clock second hand, and the castle stairs began to change under his feet. Harry grimaced.

But thanks to this, he mailed the letter.

Harry bent over and beat his sore legs, and grinned silently as he looked at the huge "Troll beats Barnabas with a stick" tapestry in front of him.

He turned his head and looked at the wall opposite the tapestry, as if he could already feel the joy of success.

- Room of Requirement.

To be honest, although all kinds of unsatisfactory things may happen every day, making Harry depressed and troubled for a period of time every day, his thinking has never stopped.

If there's one thing at stake that could threaten Voldemort directly, it's about the Horcruxes.

However, this matter must not make a big noise, it must not have the danger of leaving a wound, and it must not make others suspicious after discovering it.

Harry struggled with this for a long time, and although he had thought of countless ways, he could not think of any reason that could perfectly explain why he was sleeping when everyone was asleep after he was caught by Filch or any professor. But wandering in the hallway.

Yes, until Professor McGonagall's note was thrown in front of him by Hedwig.

Perhaps such a simple punishment wouldn't allow him to explain why he was on the eighth floor of the trophy room, but Harry couldn't care less.

There must be an opportunity, Harry thought.

The Room of Requirement was his first foray.You must know that in the "before", he thought of Ravenclaw's crown almost at the last moment, and the process of destruction was bitter.

Standing under the wall representing the Room of Requirement, Harry said firmly to himself: This time, I will never make the same mistake as last time.

Walk the wall three times and focus on what you need