novelraw Chapter 168 Duplicity Malfoy?
Chapter 168 Duplicity Malfoy?
After the dinner, Harry didn't immediately go back to the dormitory with the Gryffindor troops, but he took him to Dumbledore's headmaster's room as he had previously made an appointment with Professor Snape.
Headmaster Dumbledore was already seated behind a long-legged table set with fine silverware, waiting for Harry with a smile on his face.Above one side of his seat, perched a fiery red phoenix.
The last time Harry saw the old headmaster was at the cemetery in Little Hangleton Village, and within a few minutes, she died...
After that, in less than a month, many things happened.Seeing the old headmaster again, Harley suddenly felt like a world away——
Wait... Strictly speaking, it is indeed "another life" - she really died, but she came back to life.
She suppressed the complicated emotions in her heart, and handed over the player with its own battery to the principal, which contained the interrogation record of Sirius in the watchtower—this was the first night she arrived at Hogwarts. The main reason to bother the principal.
Snape only knew that Harry emphasized that he had something important to do with Dumbledore, but no matter how much he asked, the dead girl refused to say anything.
Therefore, when he saw that Harley's trip was only to hand over a player, he was also shocked, and the content inside made him even more furious on the spot.
Principal Dumbledore didn't say anything during the whole viewing process, but smiled slightly, showing an expression of enlightenment from time to time, which Harry couldn't understand.
"I have to say, this answers my questions for many years," Dumbledore pointed at the player with his long finger, "I guess, this is for me to save? Because if I want to fight for freedom for Sirius, I will definitely need Some solid evidence."
Harry's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe how smooth it was to persuade Dumbledore, "You believe it?"
Snape glared at the old Headmaster, "You believe that?" He raised his voice, "You believe what Black says?"
The portraits on the entire wall behind Dumbledore seemed to be holding their breath, and one of the wizards was particularly interested, "So... the last heir of the Black family is innocent? Thanks Merlin!"
But the three living people present ignored him.
"You have felt the power of that lasso, tell me." Dumbledore said to Snape flatly.
Snape was speechless for a moment - he could not help apologizing bitterly to Harry for merely stepping on the noose.
Harry was a little surprised by the Potions Professor's outspoken dislike for Sirius.
But she didn't care about thinking about it for the time being, but asked the old headmaster eagerly, "Will you help Sirius regain his innocence?"
"I can't guarantee it for the time being, but I will do my best," said Dumbledore. "It's just that you know, Harry...the Ministry of Magic doesn't appreciate my words and actions in recent times."
Halle waved her hand, expressing that she was very relieved and happy to learn that the headmaster was willing to come forward.
"This is the first meal at Hogwarts, are you still used to it?" The old headmaster changed the subject and asked softly.
Harry nodded, the house-elf was a good crafter.
"Then, go to bed, Harry, curfew is coming soon." Dumbledore smiled lovingly at her, "Professor Snape will take you back to Gryffindor Tower."
Harry was also sleepy, she shuffled and followed behind Professor Snape.One second before she was about to step out of the principal's office, she hesitated, turned to look at the old principal, and asked cautiously: "You didn't ask me...what happened. My consciousness is that after the cemetery..." She bit Biting his lip, he thought that the headmaster is the greatest wizard of this century, "You...you already know that, right?"
"No," Dumbledore shook his head lightly, still maintaining a calm smile on his face, "I only know that you came back to life——I am willing to believe that this is Merlin's miracle. How did it work? It’s not necessary to get to the bottom of it. There are too many mysterious things in this world, and staying in awe is the way I tend to choose.”
"For the fact that you are standing in front of me again, I am really gratified and very grateful - at least your Damian can finally give up making plans to kill me for the time being." He winked at Harry.
So Damian not only threatened the innocent owl, but also threatened the respected principal?Harry shrank her neck, she could almost vividly imagine Damian swearing to give an ultimatum to Principal Dumbledore with his petulant temper... She was so embarrassed.
But... her heart is still warm.
"Cherish this second chance, Harley." The headmaster's blue eyes behind the half-moon lenses suddenly became serious, "Please enjoy life freely and happily, the most important thing is that the only request I have for you is one— Don't take any chances."
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The next day, as usual, Hermione Granger, who was eating breakfast alone at the Gryffindor table and studying her homework, was surprised—Harry Potter woke up almost as early as she did.
In fact, Harley had already run around the Black Lake facing the rising sun, and got fit by the lake.
The big squid that suddenly came out of the water really gave her a big jump.
At this time, not only the long table of Gryffindor, but the entire auditorium was almost deserted—ravenclaw had five or six fifth graders reading books.But the total number of people on the four long tables will not exceed 10.
The two girls looked at each other and exchanged a good morning that was neither salty nor dull.
Harry sat down diagonally across from Hermione, and in the next second, a hearty and traditional breakfast appeared on the plate in front of him - grilled sausage and toast, as well as butter, jam and fruit juice.
She noticed that Hermione's glass was filled with milk, maybe the house-elves had some sort of magical ability to know the individual students' favorite drink of choice in the morning?Anyway, Queenie's milk is gone.
Harry casually took two mouthfuls of bread with jam, and took out one of the two-way mirrors and a piece of parchment from his schoolbag.
While writing a letter to Damian, she noticed from the corner of her eye that the brown-haired girl hesitated to speak.
"Hi, Harry, uh, you're...writing?" Hermione said softly, it was still quite obvious in the empty and quiet auditorium, so she had to lower the volume a little more, "Is this... a two-way mirror?"
"Yes, I'm writing a letter to my family." Harry also replied softly, and at the end, she didn't forget to add a smile.
The mutual contact and approach of new classmates is always full of embarrassment and caution...
Hermione looked at the book in her hand and stroked the hair on her shoulders, "I'm very sorry for the questions I asked you yesterday..." She bit her lower lip, "But you... When we met in New York It looks so different... even half a month ago, at the Quidditch World Cup... very different."
Harry stopped writing the letter, "New York...it was more than a year ago. We have all grown up, and you are different. For example, you...well, you lost weight and your face changed. Small."
"I don't mean the appearance..." Hermione shook her head, "I feel that your whole demeanor has changed. You are now... calmer, more... determined. And - maybe my wording is not appropriate -You look...sometimes there's something grown-up in your eyes. It's hard to describe...like some dark version of 'thoughtful'..."
"There is no derogatory meaning to what I said above, I just... can't be sure if you are you." Hermione's words became much smoother, she no longer hesitated so much, but directly expressed her thoughts, "There is too much magic The means can impersonate a person. And you, to a certain extent, can control the situation in Britain just by your name..."
"You still choose to come back at this sensitive time..."
Hermione's words...shocked Harry a little.She really didn't feel that she had become depressed. Could it be... the effect of the pool water?
"Maybe, it's just because I dyed my hair back to black," she said ambiguously.
"Secondly, I have to thank you for your honesty... But, I don't know how to make you believe me, and I can't tell you everything that happened to me just yet." Harry carefully chose his words.
She thought for a while, "The day we met in New York, I was wearing a blue dress, the teenager next to me was wearing a suit, and the raven wiped out an old diary...Is this enough information for you to rule out Polyjuice Potion?"
Hermione hesitated for a few seconds, then finally nodded.
"As for the other 'magic means' you mentioned, I really can't prove it for the time being..." Harry shrugged, "I guess I can only win your trust slowly."
Hermione looked at her quietly, the two girls seemed to have finally reached an agreement in this quiet morning.
Afterwards, Hermione volunteered to take Harry to the public owl shed at Hogwarts to post letters.
But despite the large number of public owls in Hogwarts, none of them would fly to Wayne's address at all.
As soon as they heard the destination of Harry's email, they either shrank their necks and closed their eyes, or turned their butts to her.
"This... is really the first time I've seen this happen," Hermione murmured, "What's wrong with your home address?"
"Uh...Damien doesn't have a very good reputation among owls..." By now, it looks like he's notorious.
"Is he one of your brothers?"
"Uh...not related by blood." Harry touched his nose.
Hermione looked at her meaningfully, "Your double mirror is for him."
"That's right..."
Hermione didn't continue to ask, and of course Harry wouldn't take the initiative to continue.
In the end, she could only adopt a roundabout tactic—send the letter and the double-sided mirror to Joe first, and then ask Joe to hand it over in person.
This is a super express delivered by Little Superman~
When the two girls walked back to the auditorium from the owl shed, most of the students finally yawned and came to have breakfast.
Coincidentally, Harry and the others had a face-to-face meeting with Malfoy in the auditorium.
Malfoy—Harry remembered—was the little boy who had been the one Hogwarts boy who had insulted her during the friendly match between the two schools.
At this time, behind him were two hunky followers, one on the left and one on the right, and he was like a campus bully.
"Look, look, isn't this the famous Harry Potter?" He drawled his tone, looking Harry up and down, "The question is, if Harry Potter has no scars, is it still a disaster?" Immortal girl? Isn't she a counterfeit? Could it be that your scars have always been fake?"
The joke wasn't funny, not at all, but the two followers behind him still snorted a few times with great dedication.
Harry didn't want to get entangled with the little boy, and wanted to bypass him, when a crisp voice sounded behind Malfoy.
"Why do you insist on saying these things that are completely contrary to your own mental activities?" It was Queenie, who looked at Malfoy with an innocent expression, "You obviously want to be friends with Harley so badly."
The two little followers behind the pale boy were stunned. They quickly looked at Malfoy, hoping that their boss would immediately refute this insulting remark.
"You...you're talking nonsense! You can't possibly know what I'm thinking." Malfoy blushed, and he raised his chin a little more.
"I can see it from your face," Queenie shrugged, running the train with her mouth full. "This is a woman's sixth sense."
All the onlookers started looking at Malfoy's face.
"It seems that there is indeed some... vague expectation?" Hermione rubbed her chin and said to herself, "Could it be that Malfoy really wants to be friends with Harry?"
Harry wanted to say that she really didn't see it.
"What this stupid golden retriever said is not true!" Malfoy was exasperated, emphasizing to the followers behind him.
Queenie tilted her head, looking even more innocent, "You obviously want to praise my hair as beautiful, as shiny as your own, and you think it's a symbol of noble blood or something."
"You're legitimizing me!" Malfoy pointed at Queenie.
"Did you feel it?" Queenie asked back.
Unless one has the level of acuity of Occlumency Master Professor Snape, no normal person can feel the gentle intrusion of the natural Legilimency. *
Of course Malfoy couldn't either.So he was questioned.
"She...she's talking nonsense!" Malfoy blushed, and shouted to the crowd, "What are you looking at!" Then he pulled the two followers away.
"You don't have to stand up for me," Harry quickly pulled Queenie aside, and muttered in a low voice, "What if someone finds out about your abilities... You said that you don't want to be treated differently anymore."
"It's okay," Queenie waved her hand, "I'm holding back, but he can't feel it. It's just... Malfoy is really... a strange person."
"Because he's bad?"
"Not at all," Queenie said, shaking her head, as if worried for Malfoy, "duplicity, anyone could do that - but he's the most extreme I've ever seen. He never seemed to I don’t even want to say what’s on my mind.”
The author has something to say:
*In the hp series, male ha reacts quite a lot every time Snape feeds his mind.But in Fantastic Beasts, when Queenie was using Legilimency, the other party couldn't feel it... For example, when she escaped with the box, she used the official to have a crush on her and escaped cleverly, and the other party didn't respond.
I can only understand that natural and acquired magic are different...
*Suddenly I want to get along with Queenie and Ma Tianlong... Ma Tianlong can't be bad in front of Queenie, every time she pokes him, it's quite funny to think about it23333
But now Ma Tianlong still prostrates himself under the little cloak of R girl because of the suspension bridge effect.
*Garbage author is finally back with a 7 o'clock update! (Only this time...not necessarily tomorrow...)