Chapter 1093

In fact, Harry was very angry with Ron and Hermione for standing on Meg's side; but when everyone started talking about it again, Harry couldn't help joining in.

"Who do you think Katie wants to give the necklace to?" As they were walking up the stairs leading to the common room, Ron asked.

"God knows," said Hermione. "But no matter who gets it, it's hard to escape. To open the package, you have to touch the necklace

"It may be Dumbledore," Van Lin said hesitantly. "Dumbledore - the Death Eaters want to get rid of him. He must be their number one target. What's more, we've seen the necklace. Katie just touched it and it has become this way. Fortunately, things have not become worse. The contact time is too short. Katie may survive. "

"Or thrahorn," Harry followed. "Remember, van Lin, Dumbledore thought Voldemort wanted him to join, but he was on Dumbledore's side, and they wouldn't be happy. Or - "

" or you, "said Hermione, looking uneasy.

"No way," said Harry, "or Katie will turn around and give it to me on the road, won't she? We were always behind her when we came out of the three brooms. Given that filch checks everyone in and out of school, it makes more sense to hand over the package outside Hogwarts. I wonder why Malfoy asked Katie to bring it into the castle? "

"Harry, Malfoy is not in Hogsmeade." Hermione stamped her foot in a hurry.

"Then he must have an accomplice," said Harry. "Crabbe or Goyle - or, oh, I remember, he's already a Death Eater, and now he's got a lot of friends who are much better than Crabbe and Goyle -"

Hermione looked at Van Lin helplessly. Obviously, the girl didn't quite agree with Harry, and Professor McGonagall had already indicated that Malfoy was in custody.

However, a puppet who had been cursed by the soul snatching curse, Fanlin felt that this was not a very difficult thing, and as far as his cognition was concerned, it was not a difficult thing for Malfoy.

Obviously, it's more hidden by someone else's hand than by giving it to Dumbledore.

It's just that it's impossible to succeed.

If Malfoy thought Dumbledore would not be able to tell the difference between a normal wizard and a sorcerer who had been charmed, then Voldemort's choice was really worrying.

Draco, to say, was not ready at all.

When they arrived at the portrait of the fat lady, Hermione was adamant against Harry's lack of evidence. In fact, it was not only a matter of trust or distrust, but a groundless view was laughable. In Hermione's opinion, Harry was doing such a stupid thing now.

The portrait opened and they entered the common room. It was full of people, full of the smell of wet clothes; many seemed to have returned early from Hogsmeade because of the bad weather. But no one was whispering and speculating in fear: it was clear that the news of Katie's accident had not yet spread.

"It's not a good way to trick people, really, if you think about it," said Ron, carelessly driving a group of first graders away and sitting himself in a good seat by the fire. "The curse came to light before it entered the castle. It's not infallible. "

"You're right," said Hermione, kicking Ron out of the seat with her foot and letting the first graders sit back.

"The plan is not considered at all."

"How could Malfoy be the most thoughtful person in the world?" Asked Harry.

"No one's going to stay the same, Harry." Said Fanling, pressing the excited Harry back into the sofa.

"But that's what Malfoy did." Harry said, "I know."

"But others don't know..." Van Lin said with a headache, and Harry was angry. "Oh, of course, I can trust you, but let more people believe it, Harry You have to produce enough evidence. "

In fact, Katie was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for magical injuries the next day, and news of her being attacked by the curse had spread throughout the school, but the details were vague.

No one seems to know, except Harry, Ron, Fanling, Hermione and Lynn, that Katie is not the target of the curse.

"Oh, Malfoy knows that, of course," Harry told them, while Hermione and Ron continued to play dumb and deaf to Harry's theory that Malfoy was a Death Eater.

It turns out that it works very well.

There will not always be people sitting on those things that are boring. It turns out that Harry is going to Dumbledore today. I believe Dumbledore will give Harry some explanations enough to calm him down.

The next morning, their first class was herbal medicine.

Yesterday, in order to prevent Harry from walking through the greenhouse, Dumbledore didn't tell them when he was walking through the greenhouse.The weekend gale finally stopped; but the strange fog returned, which took them some time to find the right greenhouse.

"Wow, it's terrible to think about it, young mystery man," Ron whispered, as they began to put on protective gloves around a rumpled nagalu stump.

"But I still don't know why Dumbledore told you all this. I mean, it's all interesting and extremely important, but what's the purpose? "

"I don't know," Harry put on a rubber face mask. "But he said it was important and would help me survive."

"I think it's fascinating," Hermione said seriously. "It makes absolutely sense to know as much as possible about Voldemort. How else can you find out his weakness? "

"I think that's what Dumbledore meant." Fanlin agreed and said, "although I don't think it has much effect."

"Too many functions?" Harry asked, "why?"

"Because you haven't found the key thing yet." But it's up to you, Harry

"Oh, of course, I can." Harry nodded, with an expression that you probably didn't really know what it meant.

"So what about slahorn's recent party?" Harry said in a thick voice through the rubber face shield.

"Oh, it's quite interesting, really," Hermione put the goggles on her head. "I mean, he's a bit of a nagging old student, and he's definitely flattering mcclargan because he has so many high-profile families, but he's given us a lot of great food and introduced us to gweno Jones."

"Gweno Jones?" Ron's eyes widened behind his goggles. "Is that gweno Jones? The captain of hollyhead harpy? "

"Yes," said Hermione. "Personally, I think she's a little arrogant, but -"

"enough talking here!" Professor sprout came over in a hurry, with a stern look on his face. "You're behind, everyone else has started, and Neville has picked the first tree bag!"

"They looked around; sure enough, Neville, who was sitting there, had blood on his lips and a few dirty scratches on his face, but he had a green object the size of a grapefruit in his hand and was still throbbing in disgust.

"All right, Professor, let's get started! "Fanlin said, as soon as she walked away, he added softly," maybe we'd better whisper... "

"No, we shouldn't use it!" Hermione immediately said that it seemed as if she was still fiercely opposed to the Half Blood Prince and his spell.

"Well, come on We'd better start... " She gave van Lin a worried look.

They took a deep breath and dived into the stump, which was covered with tumor. It suddenly moved; from the top of the stump, long, spiny, thorny looking vines fluttered in the air.

One of them got entangled in Hermione's hair, and Ron beat it back with a pair of pliers; Harry managed to trick a few vines and tied them together; there was a gap between the tentacle like vines; Vaseline put his hand in directly, but it came back like a trap and wrapped van Lin's elbow; Harry and Ron worked together He pulled open the vines, and van Lin pulled out his hand. Then, he held on to a sac that looked like Neville's. The thorny vines were taken back immediately, and the stump, which was covered with warts, turned into a harmless, lifeless piece of wood.

"Listen to me, I won't grow these things in the garden until I have a house," said Ron, pushing his goggles to his forehead and wiping the sweat from his face.

"Give me a bowl," Hermione took the pulsating pouch from Vaseline's hand; Harry handed it over, and she threw it into it with a sickening look on her face.

"Don't be so neurotic. Squeeze out their juice. They are most useful when they are fresh." Said Professor sprout.

"Anyway," said Hermione, continuing their interrupted conversation, as if he had not been attacked by a piece of wood, "slahorn is going to have a Christmas party, and, you two, you can't escape this time, because he even asked me to find out which night you are free, so he can definitely arrange the party for a night when you, mainly Harry, are all right. ”

Harry groaned. Ron put both hands on the tree bag and tried to break it. He stood up and squeezed it with all his strength. He said angrily, "this is another party that only students like slahorn can attend, isn't it?"

"Only the Slug Club people, yes," said Hermione. The tree sac flew out between Ron's hands, bumped into the glass of the greenhouse, and bounced back into the back of sprot's head, knocking off her patched old hat. Harry ran to pick up the tree bag; when he came back, he heard Hermione say.

"It's a terrible thing." As a matter of fact, he's not interested in Slug Club at all, but as a price for bringing slahorn to Hogwarts, their names have been on the Slug Club list for a long time.So, if they don't have a good enough reason that day, it means they have to go to this damned Slug Club Party.

"By the way, there's one more thing." Said Hermione, continuing to convey to Fanlin about the Slug Club.

"What?"

"That's the ball," Hermione said. "Of course, you have no reason to refuse, if you want someone else to be my Christmas partner."

"Wait, partner?" Harry's scalp was numb. "That means

"Yes," said Hermione, "you need to find a partner, Harry. Of course, you don't have to try the Slug Club people. It's troublesome, but..."

Harry's mind quickly passed a few candidates.

Autumn?

Oh, no, they're both dead, so Ginny?

But Ginny has a boyfriend now, so, Luna?

At the thought of the girl's unreliable nerves, Harry felt a bit of a brain AChE.

"Oh, forget it. Let's talk about it then. This is not a three wizard contest. I'm not a warrior either..."

In fact, the following days and the usual is no difference, if the difference, Fanlin has become more irritable and confused.

Fanlin originally thought that Dumbledore would make arrangements for him in the follow-up teaching. In fact, he did, and did not even let him go to his office with Harry.

This made van Lin a little confused, and nicoleme gave him a word without a clue. Even Fanlin really got a memory ball, but in fact, the memory ball did not turn into any pink, which made van Lin doubt whether the memory ball was broken.

But no one gave him any explanation, and even Tonks didn't bring any more news to van Lin, and since that time Dumbledore showed Harry Tom Riddle when he was a child, Dumbledore, together with nicoleme, completely disappeared into everyone's field of vision.

No one knows where these two old guys, who represent almost half of the history of magic, have gone.

But Katie bell is still at San mango hospital, with no hope of a return, which means the Gryffindor team, which is gaining momentum, lacks a pursuer.

But in fact, Harry has been training this team carefully since September. It can be said that he has put all his extra energy into the Quidditch team, and he has never wanted to replace Katie, hoping that she can return to the team. However, the match between them and Slytherin is imminent. Finally, Harry can only accept the fact that she can't come back in time.

Harry didn't think he could stand another college selection. He stopped Dean Thomas one day after the metamorphosis class. Harry was not in a high mood, but it had nothing to do with the Quidditch game. Most of the class had already left, but there were still a few yellow birds chirping in the room, all of which had been made by Hermione; no one had succeeded in summoning anything more complicated than feathers out of the air except her.

"Are you still interested in being a chaser?"

"What..."? Yes, of course Dean said excitedly. Harry crossed Dean's shoulder and saw Seymour Finnegan tucking the book into his bag, looking sour. One of the reasons Harry didn't want dean to join was that he knew Simo would not be happy. On the other hand, he has to do what's best for the team, and Dean flies better than Simo in the selection.

"So, you've scored the team," said Harry. "There's a training session tonight, at seven o'clock."

"OK," Dean said. "Hooray, Harry! God, I can't wait to tell Ginny! "

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