[HP] So you are such Anita

Anita stood quietly in front of Faol's desk, looking at Grandfather Faol who was sitting behind the desk and carefully flipping through the ledger. It seemed that since she could remember, Grandpa Faol had been busy like this, and those piled up on his desk The books on the Internet seem to be endless.

"Annie, Nelson said you want to see me?" Faol asked.

"Actually, Heinrich told me just now, I don't have anything to ask now. I just want to stay here for a few days." Anita was called to his study by Faol just after she woke up.

"Oh."

A moment of silence.

"Actually, I don't understand what I should do now." Anita thought for a while, and said it out.

"What are you doing? Are you not studying at Hogwarts now?" Faol raised his head, "Although you are not studying at school, it is okay to invite a family wizard to teach you, but a child of your age should be more willing to be with your peers." Let's stay together."

This is what and what...

"No, I just feel like I can't help. If you have any plans, you can tell me clearly. I don't suggest doing something for the family." Admitting her incompetence, Anita lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Plan, what plan?" Faol adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses in confusion.

"About Tom, about Voldemort, about Horcruxes..." Anita whispered.

Faol was silent for a while, "But you shouldn't be involved in these things."

"Why? Didn't you ask Tom to tell me everything, and isn't that why Grandpa Müller agreed to my coming to Hogwarts?" Anita was a little confused.

Fao raised his forehead with a headache, "That old guy Muller is really unreliable. Listen, Anita, I don't want to make the mistake I made on your mother again, and I don't think Mueller would want Ludwig's only My daughter joined in. The reason I asked Tom to tell you these things frankly is because Tom is related to Voldemort after all. I don’t want you to have bad associations when you learn Tom’s identity from others in the future. This is not to ask you to help, and , my Anne, you are only 12 years old, if you need someone to help, wouldn't Doris be a more suitable person?"

"I'm a little confused."

"You just asked me what you should do. My answer is, study hard at Hogwarts. I don't need your help here. You just need to be a carefree little wizard, and the rest You don't have to worry about everything, I can handle my affairs, Muller's affairs, Muller's affairs, Dumbledore's affairs, Dumbledore will take care of them. All things that seem terrible to you , For us, it's just a small problem, including Voldemort's problem." Faol put his hand on the ledger and flicked it lightly, and the ledgers that covered the table disappeared.

"That is to say, the things I worry about and the things I worry about are unnecessary..." You don't need my help at all, or to add to the trouble.

Anita was devastated.

Fao walked up to Anita and looked at her kindly, "It's not unnecessary, Annie, if you can think of those, you are already far ahead of your peers, but you are still young after all, and your worries and worries should have nothing to do with you." Yes. Actually, I have one more thing. Maybe Muller hasn’t told you yet. This year, Field Manor will be reopened at Christmas to celebrate the addition of a new member of the Field family. At that time, Annie, you will follow along. Liz and Doyle are going to Field Manor together."

"But Grandfather Müller stipulated that he would go back to Auerbach's old house for Christmas."

"Huh? What are you doing back home? It's not Christmas for old Muller. He's no longer alive, so you should take it easy. Little Anne, you should listen to me in England. Come to Field Manor for Christmas and have fun with the little wizards." Let's have snowball fights, curling, and share our little secrets without going back to that gloomy old house in Auerbach."

Anita hesitated, but she looked up at Faio's serious expression and nodded.

Faol smiled gratifiedly at Anita, and returned to his desk to resume his never-ending work.

Anita thought that when Draco was petrified, her emotions were the lowest she could feel, but after talking with Faol, she felt that her emotions could be much, much lower.

Anita was depressed, unable to do anything, she began to think, was she a little carried away a while ago, because she knew a lot of spells and potion formulas, and knew some things that ordinary wizards would not know even if they died Secret, so there is a little sense of superiority in my heart.

But thinking about it now, that imperceptible sense of complacency is quite ridiculous.

However, Harry Potter, he is weaker than himself, why can he become the center of everyone.

And Tom, although he is Voldemort's soul fragment, but he is only 16 years old now, 16-year-old cognition, 16-year-old ability, why can he become a manipulator.

However, Anita still decided to stop thinking about these bad things and go back to Hogwarts to study hard.

After all, she knew that when Faol, Muller, and Dumbledore all started to plan against Voldemort, Voldemort's end was already doomed.

So, she really doesn't need to think about anything.

That's actually good, good, good.

Anita packed up her depressed mood and stepped into the secret floo network between Gringotts and Hogwarts.

It's still the familiar weightlessness that makes people dizzy.

Opening her eyes, Anita saw the familiar wooden walls, it was snowing outside the house, the house was full of turkeys, and something was cooking on the brazier in the middle of the room, which smelled like beans.

This is Hagrid's hut, Anita looked around, but didn't find the huge Hagrid.She covered her face with the Slytherin's characteristic green scarf, slipped out of the hut quickly, and ran towards the castle through the thick snowflakes.

It was inelegant, but she really didn't want another debate with Hagrid.

Perhaps because of the heavy snow today, the corridors of Hogwarts looked very dark, and in the dark corridors, Anita felt a strange atmosphere.

Everyone whispered and whispered, and the name Harry Potter wafted in the air in the corridor.

All looked heavy and tense.

It seemed that something had happened while she was away.

Anita took off the tightly wrapped scarf, trying to hear the whispers around her more clearly.

"This time it's a Gryffindor. I heard that he once told Potter that he's a half-breed." Hufflepuff walking across said to his companion.

"It's terrible, I said. It's been proven that Harry Potter did it, and Headmaster Dumbledore sent him to his office."

"It seems that Potter this time... Hey," that Hufflepuff poked at his companion, "Isn't this the Slytherin who used to be with Malfoy? Didn't she drop out of school, why did she come back?"

"Speaking of her, she seems to have a good relationship with Potter, so she was not petrified that time."

"I really envy her. You said why I didn't have a good relationship with Potter before, otherwise I wouldn't have to worry so much now."

"Are you stupid? You, you are a half-breed!" Before he could finish speaking, that Hufflepuff was covered by his companion.

They looked at Anita in horror, their faces pale.

Anita pretended not to hear and walked past them.

"Did she hear that?"

"Probably not, Merlin bless."

There's another petrification event at Hogwarts.

Anita walked back to the Slytherin lounge with absolute certainty.

But it was Tom who did it anyway, and he wanted to piss Harry Potter off, so let him do it, and as an innocent person who didn't want to care about these things anymore, Anita thought she should pretend she didn't know anything.

The Slytherin lounge was as quiet as ever, the waves of the Black Lake reflected on the stone wall through the glass, and the unquenchable flame in the fireplace glowed warmly.

It's just that there seemed to be a lot fewer people in the lounge than in memory, and many sofa seats were vacant. Blaise occupied three sofa seats by himself, lying lazily by the fireplace and reading a book of spells.

Millicent sat across from Blaise and played wizard chess with the board.

Anita sat silently next to Millicent and put her hand lightly on her neck.

Millicent was startled by the sudden coldness. She looked at Anita sitting next to her with suspicion, and took a long time to let out a long sigh of relief, "Ah, Anita, you are back."

"What was your reaction? Not welcome?" Anita teased Millicent.

"This is not the time to be joking," Millicent felt a little furious, and she let it go, "I thought you wouldn't come to school again, after all, everyone is now trying to find a way to beg their parents to take them back."

"Isn't it possible?" Apart from the petrification incident, what else happened?

"Of course, as for, I wrote a letter to my father last night, and he will come to pick me up probably today. Since Potter attacked Draco and his classmates in the academy, who has any reason not to be attacked by him?" " Millicent looked at Anita, "What do I say about you? What are you doing back here, last time Potter didn't attack you, it doesn't mean he won't attack you in the future, I think he is completely crazy."

When we chatted last time, Millicent didn't have this attitude towards Harry. It's only been a few days...

"Millisson, Anita wasn't there," said the sluggish Brace at last. "Harry Potter is a Parseltongue."

Parseltongue, Harry Potter is... Parseltongue?

Anita was a little confused.

"Damn, what a hell, if you talk about the blood of Slytherin, Harry Potter probably doesn't have as much as me! He has inherited the iconic feature of Slytherin, Parseltongue, huh?" Although It's been a night, but Millicent still feels devastated thinking about it now.

"What the hell is going on here?" Anita murmured.

Blaise looked at the distraught Millicent with a mocking face, and threw her a candy.

"Our great Professor Lockhart held a dueling club, and he pitted Theodore against Potter, and that fellow Theodore made an own goal that he couldn't control, and Potter caught the loophole, Potter After muttering to the snake in Parseltongue, the snake rushed towards Millicent, tsk, almost bit me."

"Enough!" Millicent slammed the candy back on Blaise, blushing. It was the first time she'd lost her composure in front of so many people since she was a child. It was just a snake, yes, a snake. Snake, the symbol of Slytherin, if Potter hadn't said that Parseltongue was too shocking, she would probably have been laughed at by Pansy and the others until she dropped out of school.

Anita didn't know how out of character Millicent was at that time, but judging by her reaction now, alas, this problem should have gotten bigger.

Harry Potter can speak Parseltongue, and a descendant of the Slytherin family should have a wonderful expression.

"Now, Millicent."

"What!?"

"What homework did the professor assign while I was away?" Anita asked lazily.

"……What do you want to do?"

"Of course it's studying. I'm going to be the first in grades this semester."

Millicent stared blankly at Anita. The topic changed too quickly for her to answer.