HP through the autumn

"What was your potion experiment about?" Harry asked.

"I thought you weren't interested in potions," Cho said.

"But I'm interested in you." He replied solemnly.

Qiu pinched his face again: "Be normal, Potter."

"I'm normal," Harry let her pinch his face, "I just learned how to express myself, to say things that used to be just in my head."

"But I like the way you blush and talk to me," she said wistfully. "It's very cute."

"I'm a boy," he emphasized, "and I aspire to be a very manly boyfriend."

"Okay." She regretted that the blushing Harry would never be found again, "I'm trying to brew a potion that can bring people good luck, Felicia."

"Bring good luck to people?" Harry was curious, "Can it make people get what they want?"

Cho: "It just gives you a little bit of good luck, so don't expect Snape to be fired, or Malfoy to be fired, by drinking Felicia."

"I'd rather Umbridge be fired now," said Harry. "Hermione asked her in class why we couldn't use magic, and she claimed we couldn't be attacked at all."

Qiu: "You also heard the conversation between Professor Dumbledore and Fudge in the medical wing last semester. The Ministry of Magic refused to admit that the mysterious man had been resurrected."

Harry: "But if we don't learn some defensive spells, when Voldemort comes to us, are we going to scare him off by reciting "The Theory of Defense from Magic" to him?"

Qiu: "It's worth trying. If all the students at Hogwarts recited "The Theory of Defense Against Magic" to him in unison, he would definitely stand there... Then he laughed and killed everyone with a spell."

Harry laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, and then he said seriously: "I must let everyone know what kind of dangerous situation they are facing, so that they can get ready and learn the necessary spells."

"Why must you do these things?" She looked at him seriously.

"Because I witnessed Voldemort's resurrection," he said firmly, green eyes sparkling, "I should let everyone know the truth. Voldemort and the Death Eaters are secretly planning and operating, and we don't know anything about it. Even endorsing it in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it's too inappropriate!"

"You can discuss with Hermione Ron what to do next," she suggested, "For example, start a dueling club like Lockhart, and you can also start a similar club."

"Aren't you going to join us?"

"I will join, but I will leave it to you to organize the club." She patted Harry on the shoulder. "Felix is ​​very complicated. I spend almost all my spare time by the cauldron."

Harry nodded, feeling motivated, and the resentment that Umbridge had brought on was swept away.

After Tuesday's class ended, Qiu walked into the kitchen with the cauldron and potion ingredients on his back.

The moment the door was pushed open, hundreds of pairs of bright eyes were staring at her again.I still remember that the first time she faced so many enthusiastic eyes, she almost turned her head and ran away from the door.Now she can find Dora proficiently—the house elf she is most familiar with, and greet Dora proficiently.

"Good evening, Dora!" She touched the top of Dora's head.

"Good evening, dear lady." Dora bowed.

When she asked Dora to allow her to brew the potion in the kitchen, and to cover her up when others came to the kitchen, Dora was about to burst into tears: "Miss needs Dora's help! Dora is very happy." Willing to help kind lady!"

"So is there any gift you'd like?" she asked. "I appreciate your help."

"Dora doesn't need a gift!" said Dora softly. "The lady was very kind to Dora, and Dora was never treated with such respect by a wizard."

She looked at Dora's excited face and sighed silently. Hermione's SPEW had a long way to go: "I just want to give you something to make you happy, and of course it will make me happy too."

Dora hesitated for a moment: "Dora wants a new hat." Then she began to hammer herself on the head: "Bad Dora, bad Dora, Dora shouldn't ask a wizard for a gift..."

"Stop, Dora," she said helplessly. Communicating with house elves is a serious test of one's hearing and patience, "tell me what color do you like?"

"As long as it's a hat Dora likes it," Dora continued to punish herself, "Bad Dora, bad Dora..."

To divert Dora's attention, she said, "Find me an empty table now, Dora, I'm going to start working on potion ingredients."

Dora graciously led her to a table, and Qiu took out the fire ash snake eggs first. The frozen eggs were crystal clear, with a faint red luster giving them a strange beauty.

Cut the horseradish into pieces of the same size, Qiu lit the flame under the crucible, lifted the freezing spell on the ashen snake eggs, and began to boil the eggs and horseradish of the ashen snake, which was only the first step. The process takes half a month.Only in this way can the horseradish be completely integrated into the fire ash snake eggs.

Looking at the smoke curling up from the cauldron, she was a little worried that there would be a smell of potion in her breakfast starting tomorrow.

Told Dora not to extinguish the flames under the cauldron, she slipped back to Ravenclaw Tower before curfew.

Marietta's bed was still covered with thick curtains, and the slippers at the head of the bed told her that Marietta was on the bed.

Perhaps this is the best way for the two of them to get along.

After washing lightly, she got into bed.

She dreamed that she came to a tomb, but it was different from the spooky tombs in ghost movies, where the sun was shining brightly and people were crowded.

The big tree not far away was full of owls watching the excitement, and a big red banner caught people's eyes in the sun - the Fifth Voldemort's Grave Bouncer Conference.

Looking at the slogan, she always felt that something was wrong, but the idea was so vague that she couldn't figure out what was wrong.

People around were wearing colorful dress robes, and a group of people standing under the tree were nervously rehearsing the dance, and their black dancing shoes tapped the lawn neatly without making any sound.Qiu guessed that they should be tap dancing.

On the other side of the tomb, several gray-bearded old men were playing the accordion, and the conductor waved the magic wand in his hand. The music score flew from the tip of the wand into the air, and the musical notes flowed in the staff.

She looked around in the crowd, expecting to find someone she knew, but it seemed to be filled with all the wizards in England, and strange faces met her eyes, but none of the ones she had expected.

Professor Dumbledore stepped onto the stage that had been set up: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Fifth Voldemort's Grave Jumping Conference. I am honored to be the host of this conference again this year. The organizers of the conference really Very discerning, isn't it?"

Applause and laughter filled the entire cemetery.

"First of all, according to the usual practice, we would like to thank—" Professor Dumbledore motioned the audience to say the following together.

"Voldemort!" the audience answered in unison.

Professor Dumbledore nodded: "It was he who made us start the tradition of holding this event. So I sincerely thank Voldemort for his well-deserved death and innocent death. I wish him unhealthy health and all the best in the other world, and his family is unhappy. I can't get what I want!"

Qiu followed everyone and clapped excitedly, and the subtle sense of disobedience was forgotten by her.

"Next we ask Cedric Diggory to bring us——"Goodbye, Old V!""

The girls in the audience started screaming crazily, and some girls even tried to climb onto the stage, but were stopped by the security guards.

"Oh, goodbye, old, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye! If possible, never see you again, I really don't want to see you—"

At this moment a pretty blonde girl came onto the stage with a bouquet of roses, which she shyly handed to the handsome Cedric.

"Thank you, beautiful Miss Laurie." Cedric took Laurie's hand and kissed it. A girl beside Qiu almost cried out.

The singing and dancing on the stage attracted Leoqiu's full attention, and she was concentrating on watching the program brought by Professor Dumbledore and his Phoenix - "There Was an Old Man".

"There is an old man who is smart and IQ; there is an old man who is rebellious and crazy... Ah, I am this old man!"

Professor Dumbledore blinked his bright blue eyes at everyone, put his forefinger on his cheek, and the girls started screaming again.

At this time, she was pleasantly surprised to see Harry walk onto the stage holding a bouquet of roses, and excitedly dedicated the flowers to Professor Dumbledore. "I'm a die-hard fan of yours, and I like the combination of Legend of the Phoenix very much," Harry said, shouting to the audience below, "Don't you guys also like Legend of the Phoenix?"

"Yes!" Everyone answered in unison.

Qiu shouted along with everyone, and when she was playing vigorously, a person grabbed her clothes from behind: "Finally found you!"

She saw Laurie push her way through the crowd, panting, and the girl next to her gave her an indignant look when she saw it was Laurie.

"It's your show soon," Laurie pulled her out of the audience, "Go backstage and get ready."

She really wanted to ask Laurie what her program was, but seeing Laurie's serious expression she couldn't ask.

After Harry saw her, he ran all the way over: "I've been looking for you for a long time, and you were supposed to present flowers to Professor Dumbledore."

While talking, he put a circle of corn ears around her neck: "It's your turn to go on stage, come on!"

She was pulled onto the stage before she could even ask what her show was.

"The following is brought by Ms. Zuying Zhang——"Today is a good day"!"

She was relieved, she could sing this.

At the end, when the atmosphere reached its climax, Professor Dumbledore walked out holding a card: "The next part is the most anticipated part, and now I want to announce the disco king elected by the crowd, he is—"

Qiu opened her eyes and saw the dark blue curtains.

She was almost able to find out who the disco king was, and she punched the quilt unwillingly.

The author has something to say:

The association caused by the disco dance on the grave...