[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

"Harry, your cloak—"

It was so cold outside that everyone started returning to the castle in twos and threes.Fred and George had already agreed to have a celebration in the common room. Hermione and Ron looked at each other affectionately holding hands, with sweet smiles on their faces. Harry felt that it was better not to bother them now.

He was about to turn around and walk back when Ginny came out of the players' lounge holding his clothes and waved to him.

"Oh—I forgot, Ginny, thank you...uh—just throw it over—"

Harry reached out to catch it, but instead of throwing it to him, Ginny came over and put the cloak on his shoulders.

"Thank you... thank you."

Harry was a little overwhelmed, such an action seemed a little intimate.

But Ginny is Ron's sister, that is, his little sister...

Mrs. Weasley also often likes to touch her hair, put clothes on herself and so on...

"You, you often don't know how to take care of yourself. If you catch a cold, you'll be fine."

With a playful smile on her face, Ginny put her hand generously on Harry's shoulder.

"Well... I see," Harry felt warm, everyone in the Weasley family treated him so well, like family.

He also smiled and patted the top of Ginny's head, "Thank you, Ginny."

Halloween comes a week after the end of the Quidditch match. Every Halloween dinner is very rich, and this year is no exception.

When Dumbledore announced the opening of the meal with a smile on his face, all kinds of delicacies appeared on hundreds of golden plates in an instant, with a wide variety of categories - honey pudding, mince pie, grilled sausage , Bath Bread, Steak Hash, Roast Beef, Roast Chicken, Pork Chop, Lamb Chop, Sausages, Steak, Boiled Potatoes, Yorkshire Pudding, Pea Shoots, Carrots, Gravy, Tomato Sauce, Mashed Potatoes, Peppermint Hard Candies, French Potatoes Strips, grilled chicken legs...

Harry even saw one of the rock cakes that Hagrid used to make on one of the plates - he didn't go for it, carefully avoiding it.

Hermione sat with Ron, Harry sat on Ron's left, and Ginny on the other.

The professors of all subjects sat on the teacher's bench one by one, and even Professor Trelawney came out of her tower, but she still had that mysterious expression and didn't touch anything on the banquet.Dumbledore was wearing a dark blue wizard hat, and was whispering something to Professor McGonagall. Umbridge had a disgusting smirk on his face, drinking red wine contentedly, and glanced at Stanley next to him from time to time. Nepe -

Harry felt another pain in his heart, he looked away, and the next moment he couldn't help but sneak a greedy look at the black figure who was eating quietly with his head down, exuding an aura of indifference.

Why can't I let him go?

Snape didn't look any different than before, and he seemed to be the only one tossing and turning, besotted by emotion.

Such a self...is too ridiculous.

He forced himself to look away, lowered his head and stuffed the milk pudding into his mouth.

"Harry," Hermione called, leaning over Ron suddenly, "remember what I told you last time?"

"Um--Sen?" Harry's mouth was full, and he almost choked when he spoke. Ginny thoughtfully poured him a glass of pumpkin juice, "Thank--thank you, Ginny."

Harry took a few gulps from the glass, and continued to ask Hermione, "What are you talking about?"

"Just to contribute to "The Quibbler"! Rita Skeeter wrote to me complaining a few days ago-you know, I promised that as long as she doesn't mess around, I will consider giving her exclusive interview rights."

"Oh--that--" If... one more person could know and have more strength to oppose Voldemort, wouldn't it make him less dangerous?Harry's gaze involuntarily drifted to the teacher's seat again, and he hurriedly pulled back, looking at Hermione who was waiting for his answer, "Okay...okay, where do you think we are meeting with her?"

"Then this weekend," Hermione thought about it, "we'll go to Hogsmeade this weekend, and Christmas will be here later."

"Well, well, Hermione, you decide—"

"Harry." Ginny patted him with a smile.

"Well, what's the matter, Ginny?"

"Here..." Ginny tapped the corner of his mouth mischievously with her finger, "it's on—didn't you notice what you said for so long?"

"Uh..." Harry smiled sheepishly, raised his hand and wiped it carelessly, "I really didn't notice."

"Not wiped clean—"

Ginny glanced at him helplessly, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of his mouth, Harry froze in embarrassment.

Hermione showed a meaningful smile, and pulled Ron, who was a little surprised, and the two of them got together and chatted.

"I... I'll do it myself, Ginny, thanks."

Blushing slightly, Harry took the handkerchief from Ginny's hand. Although he knew that Ginny's intentions were purely kind, Harry still felt that he couldn't accept such a close distance.

Snape watched the interaction between the two boys and girls on the Gryffindor long table calmly, his black eyes darkened.

He gripped the silver knife and fork tightly, lest he couldn't help jumping up, rushing to the center of the crowd, chasing the little Weasley girl away, trapping Harry tightly in his arms, not letting He touches no one, those jewel green eyes are only allowed to look at him—

Severus Snape had never considered himself a good man, but at this moment he was still taken aback by the sudden outburst of tyranny in his heart.

"Severus? Severus?" Dumbledore's voice startled him.

"What's the matter, Headmaster?" Snape looked at Dumbledore expressionlessly, and the emotion in his eyes faded away in an instant.

"Oh... I just wanted to tell you..." Dumbledore smiled kindly, "That lamb chop tasted really good."

"Okay, Headmaster, I'll try it."

Snape turned his head, lowered his eyes, and his fingers loosened slightly.

That's the future Harry Potter should have...

To meet a girl who is like-minded...to get married...to have a child...not to be with an old man like him who doesn't know whether he will live or die tomorrow...

Snape took a deep breath imperceptibly, and continued to eat the mince pie that had cooled down before his eyes, feeling like chewing wax.

“[Order of Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor]

Any student or teacher is prohibited from reading, discussing, or promoting "The Quibbler" in any form,

Violators will be punished with expulsion and will never be accepted.

This resolution complies with the Ministry of Magic's No.30 Four Education Act. "

Once Harry's interview was published, it immediately caused a sensation in the school. Umbridge was so angry that she immediately issued a new law prohibiting people from passing on "The Quibbler".

Some at the school thought Harry was very brave, others thought he was just talking in his sleep - because he firmly claimed that Voldemort was resurrected and was making a comeback.

But whether they supported him or opposed him, everyone did not take Umbridge's so-called investigative order seriously.

Since issuing the first order of inquiry, Umbridge has applied for and passed a large number of education laws from the Ministry of Magic almost every week. Needless to say, she has Fudge's full support behind her - including banning Fireworks are set off, any Zonko Joke Shop products are prohibited from being brought into classrooms, student correspondence is subject to scrutiny by Filch the janitor, and more.

Umbridge didn't understand a truth - the more she banned, the more curious people were - and whether students or teachers, people who wanted to break the law always had their own secret channels.

Snape locked himself in the cellar, sitting behind his desk with a copy of The Quibbler in his hand.

On the cover was a picture of Harry, his eyes fixed on the front, and he said something serious.

Snape didn't open "The Quibbler", he just looked at the cover with soft eyes, reached out and gently rubbed his knuckles against Harry's cheek in the photo.

It wasn't until it was time to go to class that he reluctantly looked away, and took out a square box from the depths of the cabinet.

Snape lifted the lid of the box, and inside was a pile of fragments of porcelain bowls, and a bottle of pale green potion that was as beautiful as crystal.

He treasured the "Quiet" into the box, closed the lid and stuffed it back into the deepest part of the cabinet.