[HP] Ashley Worper

"Miss Walpole," he stopped beside me, his black robes almost rolling over me, which made me more nervous, "tell me, are these your crushed fangs? You didn't hear me say, very clearly, Do you want it to be in powder form? Or do you think that this pile of fangs like pebbles is powder?" I lowered my head even lower, a life that has not been sprayed with the professor's venom is not a complete life, I think in my heart Comfort yourself.

Almost no one in the entire classroom was spared, except for the one next to me.After Professor Snape left, he helped me grind the crushed fangs into powder (it’s not that I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have the strength to grind it, helpless...) Then I weighed the dried nettles for him and steamed them according to the method in the book A slug spitting mucus, the color is still pure.

"boom--"

"You idiot!" Suddenly there was a loud noise in my ear, followed by Professor Snape's snarl, I turned around and found that it was a boy from our college (his name seems to be Ted?), who was also looking at Cedric just now One of the few, he seems to have blew up the cauldron...

"Your brain full of splendens doesn't know how many times do I need to tell porcupine quills to take the pot off the fire and put it in again, Claude?" Professor Snape waved his wand, splashing liquid and The potion on his body was wiped away, "Hurry up and send him to the infirmary." Snape glared at Claude's partner, the black robe rolled up, and I also looked away.

It seems that there is a crucible killer in every session. ?

☆, reply

?After class, I was tidying up the table while thinking. My mind was full of how to find Dumbledore and how to explain this matter to him.

"Ashley!"

I turned my head, it was Cedric, "What's the matter?"

He scratched his hair: "Have you consulted Professor Dumbledore?"

I shook my head helplessly: "I can only meet him when eating, but it is inconvenient when there are too many people..."

He nodded. "I mean, well, why don't you write to him?"

I froze for a moment.

Was my brain eaten by a troll? Why didn't I think of such a simple method before? !

I suddenly found that I have been in a state of nervous tension these days, I haven't done anything well, and I often lose my mind in class, and sometimes I don't hear Catherine and Fiona call me...

I can't go on like this anymore, I told myself in my heart.

Seeing my sluggish expression, he chuckled and pulled me back from my mind.

I looked up into his eyes, they looked so clear and sincere: "Thank you, Cedric, you helped me a lot, thank you so much." He smiled shyly, nothing explain.

After tidying up the desk, I said goodbye to him with a smile, and he seemed happy too.

This friend is so nice, I couldn't help curling the corners of my mouth.

As soon as I stepped out of the classroom door, I was held by Catherine and Fiona on the left and right.

"Say!" Catherine stared at me pretending to be fierce.

"When are you," Fiona said, with "gossip" written all over her face.

"So close to Cedric!"

"you two"

"is not it"

"Is there any secret that can't be told~~~" The two of them looked at me with wide eyes and said in a cadenced tone.

I twitched the corners of my mouth and shook my head: "I met on the train." Thinking about it carefully, when did my relationship with him become so good?He seemed to have helped me many times in a short period of time, "He is my friend." Seeing the disbelief of the two of them, I didn't know how to explain it, so I had to change the subject, "You can write the paper that Professor McGonagall will receive the day after tomorrow. Yet?"

"Oh Merlin!" ("Oops I forgot!") Seeing the panicked looks of the two of them, I said, "Go to the library later?"

……

While they were immersed in writing the dissertation for the Transfiguration class, I quietly took out a piece of parchment and wrote a note.

Dear Professor Dumbledore:

Hello!I have a very, very important thing to tell you about Voldemort (I trembled a bit as I wrote this, the quill almost slipped through the parchment, but I still finished writing his name firmly).

Sincerely, Ashley Walpole

……

"The mail has arrived." Catherine exclaimed as she watched owls flying overhead, holding packages and letters in groups, and it looked very spectacular. Countless packages fell like raindrops and fell into everyone's hands , a chubby little owl flew over me and dropped two letters... two?

I opened the first letter, and it turned out to be D's. It's strange, can it be sent to the other party only with a pseudonym?This looks amazing.

Dear A:

I haven't written to you for a long time, how are you doing recently?

Hogwarts is really a magical and wonderful place. Every corner and every brick here is covered with traces of mysterious and ancient magic (I nodded deeply after reading this, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be a warm wave behind me. stared at me, turned around but didn’t see who it was).

Unexpectedly, the way of sorting is judged by the sorting hat. My friend's cousin told him that he would fight the giant snake... At first, I was terrified. In the end, he also went to Gryffindor like his cousin. And I was sorted into Hufflepuff. (Hufflepuff? I know it? It starts with D? It seems to be... Dean? That shy little boy with curly hair and fair skin? There is no one else but him, but I haven't really looked carefully Let’s talk about others, they have been forced to be a little impatient by the responsibilities on their shoulders recently)

Hufflepuff is a lovely place, like a family, people here are very gentle and friendly, and their thoughts are written on their faces, even if they quarrel and get angry, they look so sincere. (I nodded again. Two days ago, Catherine and the others just pursed their lips and refused to talk to me after ignoring me, but it didn’t seem long before they calmed down, and the cold war came and went quickly like a child)

The flying class is my favorite class, the feeling of flying in the sky on a broom couldn't be better!It's like embracing the blue sky. The feeling of freedom and carelessness inspires the pursuit of speed in my heart. I will definitely sign up for the Quidditch team next year! (Well... I haven't gotten up the broom after screaming for a long time, and it finally flew into my hand tremblingly after stepping on Mrs. Hooch's deadline. It seems that I may not be very good at flying...)

You should be very good at herbalism. I heard you have read "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms"?That would be cool, the herbs in the greenhouse look really strange, but you have to be careful not to get hurt when you get started (Herbology is my favorite class, it is true, but maybe it is genetic, maybe I always I have been very careful with these herbs, I have never suffered any harm, they seem to be docile and obedient, for which Professor Sprout gave me 5 points [proud face].

History of Magic is taught by a ghost named Professor Binns, Merlin's socks, this is really one of the most boring courses, History of Magic looks thicker than any book I have read, and Professor Binns The voice is so monotonous that it can be used as a lullaby. (Well... It seems that except for a few people in Ravenclaw who insisted on not falling, everyone (all the people in Hufflepuff) couldn't help but collapsed when they took notes, and the handwriting was illegible. I even heard a slight snoring behind me...)

Charms class is one of the courses I am looking forward to very much, because not only can you wave a new wand in this class, but also the first thing that comes to mind when you hear magic school is the study of charms. I always feel that there are no courses for charms class is incomplete.In the first class, I learned the floating spell. Although it is a simple spell, the difference in pitch has a great impact on the spell. Sometimes it may cause a small explosion if it is mispronounced. (He must be talking about Johnny, who made a mistake in spelling in class and caused his feather to explode...)

The astronomy class also looks very interesting. We have to climb to the tower to watch the stars, learn the names of different stars and the orbits of the planets. I heard that this will help future divination, but it is a bit cold on the tower at night, sometimes Need a warming spell. (As a boy, he also feels cold? But I forgot to add clothes in the first astronomy class. I was indeed shivered by the cold wind, and I was a little dizzy the next morning.)

The transfiguration class was taught by Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor. In the first class, she turned into a cat and jumped on the podium, and then jumped down and turned into a human. It looked amazing. I can't wait to start learning right now!She said that Transfiguration was the most complicated and difficult subject to learn, which happened to be very similar to what the Potions professor said.Potions is also very delicate and complex, this class is taught by Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin.He was an unsmiling teacher, but he seemed very skilled and formidable.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is going to be tomorrow, which is the class we are most looking forward to. I wonder if we will learn some very powerful spells.Professor White may not seem like much, but maybe he can teach us something really useful.

I'm really excited to be at Hogwarts, forgive me for saying so many trivial things, and finally, I wish you a happy start to school.

your excited D

He really wrote enough. This is the longest letter I have ever received. There is a kind of joy and excitement between the lines. I couldn't help laughing when I read it.Putting the letter away, I glanced at Dean, and found that he was talking to the person next to him, maybe when the time comes, I can insinuate whether he is D.

Opening another letter, it turned out to be from Professor Dumbledore. I looked up at the professor's seat and found that he was looking at this with a smile. I quickly lowered my head:

Dear Miss Walpole:

I guess you may have some troubles that you can't talk about. At eight o'clock tonight, can you come over and chat with me?

Also, I love to eat lemon sherbet.

your dumbledore

Great, Dumbledore got back to me!I cheered from the bottom of my heart, then folded the note and stuffed it into my pocket, raised my head and smiled at him from a distance.

……

Just as I was wandering about how to word it, and then wandered to the eighth floor while thinking, the stairs suddenly trembled.

Oh no... Although I left earlier, there are only 15 minutes left.But even if the direction is wrong, this is still the fifth floor, as long as you walk up slowly, you should be able to reach it.

But the question is... where are the nearby stairs?I am at the entrance of a quiet and deep corridor, and there is no one around.I gripped my wand tightly and walked forward. There was a classroom next to me. The only remaining curiosity made me open the door. (Because I can't tell if the door is a hallway, a classroom or a wall)

It was a very, very large empty classroom, with desks and chairs piled up in the corner, covered with dust, and beside it was a trash basket that had been kicked down.And what I just opened the door to see is a very gorgeous and exquisite full-length mirror in the center of the classroom.

I took a few steps forward suspiciously, stood in front of the mirror, and was surprised to find that there was no dust on the mirror. Are all magic items so magical?There was a row of letters engraved on the mirror, which looked disorganized.Could this be the magic mirror?Has it been here for so long?I took a step forward, and the image in the mirror gradually became clearer. ?

☆、Meet Dumbledore

?The familiar figure awakened my long-lost memory, as if passing through a long and dark tunnel, mixed with bits and pieces of time fragments swept in.She has the most beautiful long hair, the most gentle eyes and the best voice in the world.She stood between my father and me, smiling kindly at me, they looked so happy in the mirror, this is the scene I dream of...

Mother!Mother!

Tears welled up all of a sudden, caught off guard.I suddenly felt powerless and fell to the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

I miss you so much!I am so sad!

The more I cried, the louder I cried, the more I couldn't stop crying, and then I wiped my eyes and looked at her in the mirror while sobbing, as if I couldn't see enough, I reached out and touched the mirror hoping to touch her, but what I met was It is her face that has not changed over the years and the cold and smooth mirror surface, which seems to be broken at the touch of a touch, like a mirror in water.

I trembled and clenched my fists, tears flowed more fiercely, and a feeble voice in my heart told me: The dead are gone, all this is a dream.

If I were to die in my dream like this, I would be happy with it.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the distance, pulling me back from the mirror world.

I raised my head in panic, and suddenly remembered that I still had an agreement with Dumbledore. I wiped my face indiscriminately, stood up and looked towards the door. The backlit figure was tall and familiar.

"Professor Dumbledore?!" I yelled out in surprise, "Why... didn't you say I'm going to find you?"

He smiled gently and kindly, walked in slowly, waved his wand, and the classroom instantly became brighter: "My child, are you okay?"

not good at all.

I wiped my face embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, Professor. I suddenly lost my way while going up the stairs..."

I know that this magic mirror will reflect the deepest desires in people's hearts, and I may even become obsessed with it and forget the time, so I still ignore the agreement with Dumbledore, I am a selfish, liar.

I am even more ashamed.

At this time, Dumbledore walked slowly to my side and looked at the mirror: "It seems that you, like the previous people, discovered the fun of the Mirror of Erised."

"I'm sorry, sir... I didn't pay attention to the time..." I lowered my head and dared not look at him.

"So, you have already guessed its magic power." His gentle and kind voice was like a key, and my tears flowed out again involuntarily.I wiped my tears fiercely, and it is very shameless to cry in front of others. After the soreness in my throat passed, I calmly said: "My mother, professor. I saw us... Mom, she and Dad and I stood together... and smiled at me..." As I spoke, my throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and my voice gradually became silent, and my nose became sore, "I'm sorry, sir... I can't help myself from looking at her..."

"Ashley, you were a strong child. It made us see only our deepest, deepest desires. You miss your family so much that they are there for you. You already know that , this mirror can neither teach us nor tell us the truth. People spend their days in front of it, fascinated by what they see, and even driven crazy. You know that nothing in the mirror is real , you also know that indulging in illusory dreams and forgetting real life is of no benefit to you. So, I hope you will never come to it again, okay?"

I stared at the floor and nodded, never daring to look at that mirror again, ashamed of myself who was almost going crazy just now.

"Okay my boy, would you like to come over to my office for some hot chocolate?"

I quietly followed Professor Dumbledore to his office.

He waved his wand, and a cup of hot chocolate appeared in front of me. I held the cup with both hands, took a sip, and gradually calmed down.

"How about some cockroach piles, Honeydukes' new flavor, looks good." He smiled and grabbed a jumping...uh...

"No, thank you." I tried my best to ignore the pile of brown cockroach-like chocolates on the plate, "Sir, there is something I have been telling you, but I don't know how to say it."

He looked at me with a smile: "Relax, my boy, take your time."

I looked at him seriously and took a deep breath: "Professor, that man... Voldemort... is not dead, and he should... have many Horcruxes... Regarding this matter, I think it is better to show you the memory directly , because there are a lot of things that I can't remember clearly..."

……

I jumped out of the pensieve and staggered, the memories of my previous life swept over again, and I couldn't tell who I was for a while.

In the movie, the hideous and terrifying face of Professor Quirrell, the sound of young Harry holding up his fangs and piercing the diary fiercely, the scorching sound of it, Peter Pediru's grim smile, Cedric's pale face and weakness The voice, the figure of Sirius who was hit by Bellatrix and fell into the arch of the Department of Mysteries, Professor Dumbledore's charred fingers, Professor Snape looked at Harry's emerald green eyes and slowly opened his mouth and said Lookatme, Harry, who has grown up, holds his wand tightly and fights Voldemort to the final scene...

At the end of the recollection, it was the warm sunshine in the ward and Rosalinn's gentle and pale smile when she opened her eyes. I pressed my temples tightly and gasped for breath.

"My child." Dumbledore's voice suddenly became much older. He waved his wand, and hot chocolate floated in front of me. "You need to rest."

I pushed away the hot drink and calmed down: "Principal, please let me help you, my heart does not allow me to hide in the ground, and I don't want to see more people sacrifice like...me... Rosalin... ..." I couldn't go on, my eye circles were red again.

Professor Dumbledore sat there quietly, looked me in the eyes and said, "My child, you love your family and have the determination to protect them. I believe you can become a strong, independent girl. I don't I hope you are blinded by hatred, there are still many precious and beautiful things in this world, which they will never be able to defeat. What you need now is a quiet sleep, relaxation and rest so that you can see more things."

I nodded half-understood and sat there dejectedly, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

……

Back in the dormitory at night, I replied quietly under the light.

Dear D:

A lot of things have happened recently so I didn't reply immediately, I'm sorry for that.

I'm glad you had a great start to school.Hogwarts is indeed a magical, wonderful and warm place, where the mysterious and ancient traces of magic look so fascinating.I am sure you will find like-minded friends in Hufflepuff and I hope you enjoy your stay.

Replied him hastily, now I am too tired to say anything.After hesitating for a moment, I added a few strokes.

If, I mean, suppose, you have dreamed about the direction of the future, including the people you will meet in the future, the accidents that your friends will encounter in the future, and the dangerous situations you will face in the future, but nothing has happened yet, even a There is no sign (or timing), and there are people who don't want you to meddle in these things, he just wants you to stay here, what do you do?

your confused A

After writing the letter, I suddenly remembered that I didn't know how to send it, so I put it in the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook and kept it until tomorrow to figure out a way.

I looked at the time and it was eleven o'clock, and there was a slight sound of sleeping breathing in my ears. I turned off the lights, sat in the corner, and stroked the warm and delicate patterns. My heart was beating hard, but my eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

……

I dream about her.

She sang, smiled softly, her warm brown curly hair hung on her shoulders, and she walked towards me on the fine white sand with bare feet, the sun fell on her body, and the blue sea was behind her. It looks great.Dad stood beside me, smiling and opening his arms to greet her.

Suddenly, she was hit by a red light and fell down in pain, winding blood oozes from her snow-white feet, she frowned and screamed, and said no loudly, she threw a silver comb over, I Shouting in pain, she ran towards her, but was tightly restrained by her father beside her, unable to move. She could only watch the dark surroundings rushing towards her, and a icy green light submerged into her. chest...

No!don't want--

The navel was hooked, and then the world was spinning, dizzy and dizzy.

I opened my eyes suddenly, my heart beating like a drum.I found myself still sitting in the corner, surrounded by darkness, probably it was still dark.Standing up unsteadily while leaning against the wall, I buried myself in the quilt and continued to close my eyes, only feeling the powerful pounding of my heart in my chest, and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

……

I staggered up, brushed my teeth and took a shower. In the mirror, I saw myself with deep sunken eye circles and pale skin. I looked like a female ghost, which frightened Catherine: "Did you go out to scare people last night?"

I shook my head: "I didn't fall asleep." After speaking, I grabbed my textbook and walked out unsteadily.

"Wait, Ash! The direction is wrong!" There seemed to be a voice behind me. Before I could react, I was about to turn my head to look at her when I bumped into someone else, and the textbook fell to the ground.

"Sorry..." I held my forehead and looked up slowly, only to find that it was Cedric.He looked at me worriedly: "Are you okay? You don't seem to be in good spirits."

I lowered my head and sorted out the books on the floor, and shook my head: "It's just that I didn't sleep well, don't worry."

"Okay..." he said hesitantly, "Actually, you can tell me something. We are friends, right... right?"

I looked up and saw his eyes full of kindness and hope, and suddenly realized that I had really ignored the concerns of many people recently, and I was so immersed in my own world that I hurt not only myself, but also others.

"I don't want you to be blinded by hatred. There are still many precious and beautiful things in this world, which they will never be able to defeat."

Dumbledore's gentle, slightly hoarse voice sounded in my head, which made me feel even more guilty.

I looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you, Cedric. I'm better." I picked up the book. "See you."

"I don't seem to have said anything..." A murmur came from behind.

I curled the corners of my mouth. ?

☆、Professor White

?I found out that I took the wrong book when the class started.Glancing behind me, I saw that he was concentrating on taking notes, so I turned my head and sat upright.Holding his head up, he watched Professor White talk about the vampire he met in Romania and the process of duel with him. It was obviously a thrilling experience, but he was defeated by his flat voice and expressionless face. He looked as if he was endorsing a book, which made many enthusiastic people take notes with little interest.

vampire?Romania?Maybe I could write a letter to my father, which sounds like good material again.I bit my pen and wandered into the sky, thinking for a while that I haven't written to my father for a long time except for the beginning of school, but now he may have left home to continue his research, so maybe he knows Professor White?

Although the conversation with Dumbledore was only one night yesterday, I feel as if a long time has passed. Looking back now, the struggle at that time was like a demon, and I felt a little strange. Fortunately, they stopped me in time. Otherwise, I might just be so dazzled and do some irrational things.

Speaking of which, I don't know what Dumbledore is going to do, Professor Quirrell has not yet appeared, the notebook is at Malfoy's house, Scabbers is still at Ron's house, there are also the ring from Gaunt's ancestral home, the ring from 12 Grimmauld Place The Slytherin locket, the Hufflepuff cup in Gringotts, the Ravenclaw diadem in the Room of Requirement, Nagini who knows where...but he'll keep the diadem from the Room of Requirement...

Now there is nothing I can do, to my dismay, except to wait for them to show up, and we have to wait for a determined and brave boy to grow up. It sounds like a long time. What will I do? Speaking of which, the letter I wrote last night seems to be caught in some book...Ah!It's Defense Against the Dark Arts!

I suddenly turned my head to look at Cedric, and found that he just looked up and looked this way, blinking innocently, with a smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of his mouth, looking extremely suspicious.I turned back with a dark face, I didn’t stuff it into the envelope after finishing writing last night, I just folded it in half, so it’s impossible for him not to see it... I bit my pen, trying to figure out how to explain this One thing, I couldn't figure it out after thinking about it.Just when I was about to tell the truth—

"Miss Walpole——Miss Walpole—" a voice sounded in my ears, I couldn't help trembling, and stood up abruptly: "Yes, Professor."

Professor White glanced at me with his expressionless eyes, and suddenly I felt my hairs stand on end one by one, as if being stared at by a snake, he said in a drawn out tone: "Now, tell me, use What spell will repel a vampire?"

I swallowed my saliva: "Sorry, professor..." He snorted coldly: "At eight o'clock tonight, my office labor service."

I ignored the sympathetic eyes around me, took a breath and sat down.

When get out of class was over, Cedric came up to me with my book and handed it to me: "Are you okay?" I exchanged textbooks, tidied up my things and walked out of the classroom with him: "It's good that there is no penalty, but... …Did you see…”

He showed that innocent expression again, and he didn't look innocent at all: "I just opened the book and saw it... I didn't mean it..." I sighed: "Forget it... But, let me ask you a question .” He nodded.

"If you don't know who the other party is, but only know a pseudonym...can the owl deliver the letter to the other party?"

His smiling face suddenly froze, and he chuckled twice: "Uh, it can't be...unless that person uses his own owl, so the owls that often correspond can also be delivered."

No wonder, in retrospect, the owl that dropped the envelope was the one that delivered the letter to us. It was small, chubby and very cute.

"Then...do you know how to reply?" I turned my head just in time to meet his eyes, and he looked away and shook his head.

Ok.

……

Eight o'clock, third floor, Professor White's office.

As soon as I stretched out my hand and didn't touch it, the door opened automatically. My heart tightened and I felt a bad feeling.

When I walked in, I found that there was no one in the outer room.

The decoration here looks very dull, all decorated in dark tones, the pale chandelier shakes creakingly, emitting a faint light, the dark green velvet curtains hang down softly to the ground, and the dark gray leather seats are pulled away , There are a dozen white papers on the black desk, and a quill pen soaked in ink is placed beside it, and the sound of a needle falling to the ground can be heard quietly.

It seems that he has just left, and he may still be in the house.

"Professor White?" I continued to knock on the door to show my presence, "Are you there, Professor White?"

Just as I was about to go to the inner room to explore, he suddenly appeared in front of me again, as if there was no sound of footsteps.I screamed and took two steps back, terrified.He looked at me sullenly: "You are finally here."

I lowered my head to avoid his gaze: "Professor, do you need any labor services?"

He stood in front of me motionless, his limbs were stiff, and his face was pale: "Blood, let me tell you that your father found traces of black magic in Romania. They suspected that the Dark Lord was not dead and planned to continue the investigation. Also, put on you ring."

Bloody? !dad!Dark Lord!

The sudden news surprised me. I turned around and saw that Professor White had returned to his seat and picked up the quill: "Okay..."

"Wait, Professor!" I interrupted him, full of questions that I couldn't explain, his complexion looked even worse, so I had to pick the most important one, "...Does Professor Dumbledore know about this?"

He waved his hand impatiently: "Of course, well, it's time to go back." Then, the office door opened automatically, as if a gust of wind pushed me, and I was outside the door in a blink of an eye.

"Bang—" the door closed tightly, almost pinching my nose.I rubbed my nose and walked down while recalling the conversation just now.

Why didn't my father write to me directly about this matter, but asked others to tell it?Now that Voldemort is out of power, the Ministry of Magic should not be monitoring the letters of ordinary wizards.Professor White also looks like a vampire, why did he come to be a professor?And vampires should not be quite right with wizards, why would he help us?

I haven't seen Johnny since the last time I was home, what does he mean by asking me to put my ring on?Will there be danger here?Also, Professor White said that Professor Dumbledore knew about it, so maybe Professor Dumbledore would send someone to help Dad and the others?The Romanian forest is so vast, it is difficult to find a ghost, not to mention that Voldemort will also possess other animals (especially snakes that are quick and easy to hide), which makes it even more difficult to hunt...

Perhaps, only Dumbledore can answer these questions, but I guess he won't answer them for me...

As I walked while thinking, I just felt that my brain could not be used at all, and it was about to explode.Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder, which startled me.

"Hey! Ash!" It turned out to be Catherine and Fiona, and I had already arrived in the dormitory. "Isn't Professor White very fierce? You look like you're out of your mind." I thought of his cold voice, pale and stiff limbs, and couldn't help There was a cold war, and he nodded deeply.

"And..." She drew the tone and was hesitant to speak. Seeing me looking up at her, she said slowly, "It is estimated that by now, everyone in the school knows that you are flirting with Cedric in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. As a result, I was punished for labor service ╮(╯_╰)╭" Her voice was light, with obvious gloating.

I darken my face.

Speaking of which, the letter I tucked in the book hasn't been delivered yet.

……

Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed. My father asked others to tell me instead of writing to me directly. It was not because he had no chance or time or was worried about being watched. Knowing this, and he is likely to be in danger.

I suddenly became nervous and worried about his safety. Although it was only Voldemort who was extremely weak, he still had many Death Eaters who fled and hid in the dark. The situation was much more dangerous.

I put down my pen and lay down on the parchment, thinking wildly.

I don't know how they will find Voldemort. Finding a needle in a haystack is undoubtedly the most effective method. Perhaps, finding Quirrell's whereabouts is the first step.

It has been two weeks since I heard from my father again. He finally sent me a letter, and before that, D sent me another letter.

Dear A:

It dawned on me that we might not be able to communicate without Al (that's the owl), so is it convenient for me to let Al live with you?This way we can be in touch anytime.

You can't wait for the letter D

I put down the parchment, stretched out my hand to tease Al, she pecked at my fingers affectionately, her two wings were folded obediently by her side, her big eyes were lively and lovely.

"Recently, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic discovered a headless male corpse in the Romanian forest." Fiona opened the Daily Prophet and suddenly screamed.

"Uh—" ("Ouch—") ("Merlin!") ("What?! Did you say who it was?!")

I was startled, and hurried over to find Professor Dumbledore in the newspaper.

"The investigation found that there was a mark of black magic on the neck of the male corpse. The Ministry of Magic is conducting an in-depth investigation into the identity of the male corpse. The Daily Prophet will continue to follow up the report, Rita Skeeter."

It can't be... Quirrell, right? ?

☆, the sun is out!

? Opening up my father's letter - since he can still write to me, there must be no danger, but I found that things don't seem to be so simple...

Ash:

Blood Ni and I found traces of the Dark Lord in Romania, and Dumbledore also came to help us investigate.We're worried he's going to have a remnant, Johnny sent his friend to Hogwarts