Chapter 1,132

In fact, Harry was very angry that Ron and Hermione were siding with McGonagall; but when everyone started discussing the matter again, Harry couldn't help but join in.

"Who do you think Katie wants to give the necklace to?" Ron asked as they walked up the stairs to the common room.

"God knows," Hermione said. "But whoever gets it must be doomed. To open the package, you have to touch the necklace."

"The person he may be targeting is Dumbledore," Fanlin said hesitantly. "Dumbledore - the Death Eaters want to get rid of him. He must be their number one target. Moreover, we have also seen the necklace. Katie just touched it and it turned into this look. , Fortunately, things have not gotten worse, the contact time was too short, and Katie may survive.”

"Or Slughorn," Harry also said, "Remember, Fanlin, Dumbledore thought that Voldemort really wanted him to join, but he was on Dumbledore's side, and they would definitely not be happy. .or--"

"Or you," Hermione said, looking uneasy.

"No way," said Harry, "otherwise Katie would have turned around and handed it to me on the way, hadn't she? We were right behind her when we came out of the Three Broomsticks. Considering Filch would have checked every Someone who is in and out of the school, so it would make more sense to hand the package over outside Hogwarts. I wonder why Malfoy asked Katie to take it into the castle?"

"Harry, Malfoy is not in Hogsmeade!" Hermione stamped her feet anxiously.

"Then he must have an accomplice," said Harry. "Crabbe or Goyle—or, oh, now that I think about it, he's a Death Eater, and now he has a bunch of companions who are much better than Crabbe or Goyle—"

Hermione looked at Fan Lin helplessly. Obviously, the girl did not agree with Harry's statement. What's more, Professor McGonagall had already stated that Malfoy was in solitary confinement.

However, Fanlin didn't think it was that difficult for a puppet that was under the Imperius Curse, and as far as he knew, it wasn't that difficult for Malfoy either.

Compared with handing the necklace to Dumbledore himself, it was obviously more concealed to rely on other people's hands.

However, this is simply impossible to succeed.

If Malfoy thought that Dumbledore would not be able to tell the difference between a normal wizard and a wizard under the Imperius Curse, then Voldemort's choice was really worrying.

It can be said that Draco was completely unprepared.

When they arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait Hermione firmly objected to Harry's unfounded statement. In fact, based on feeling alone, it wasn't just a matter of belief or disbelief. An unfounded opinion was laughable, and in Hermione's case It seemed to Min that Harry was doing something stupid like this right now.

The portrait opened and they entered the common room. It was full of people and smelled of wet clothes; many seemed to have returned from Hogsmeade early because of the bad weather. But no one was whispering and speculating in fear: Apparently the news that something had happened to Katie hadn't spread yet.

"Not a good way to plot against someone, really, if you think about it," Ron said, dismissing a group of first-year students and taking a good seat by the fire. "The curse was revealed before it even entered the castle. It can't be said to be foolproof."

"You're right," Hermione said, kicking Ron out of his seat and letting the first years sit back down.

"This plan was not at all well thought out."

"How can Malfoy be the best thinker in the world?" Harry asked.

"No one stays the same forever, Harry." Fan Lin said, pushing the excited Harry back onto the sofa.

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

"But others don't know..." Fan Lin said with a headache, and Harry was a little angry, "Oh, of course, I can trust you, but to make more people believe it, Harry... you have to come up with enough The evidence comes out.”

In fact, Katie was admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries the next day, by which time news of the spell had spread throughout the school, although the details of the rumor were vague.

No one seemed to know that Katie was not the intended target of the curse, except Harry, Ron, Vernon, Hermione and Lynne.

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

It turns out that this is very useful.

There won't always be people sitting around asking for trouble. It turns out that this is very boring. Moreover, Harry will go to Dumbledore today. I believe Dumbledore will give Harry some explanations that are enough to calm him down. .

The first class for them the next morning was herbal medicine class.

In order to prevent others from overhearing, Harry did not tell them what Dumbledore had taught yesterday at breakfast, but he told them as he walked through the vegetable patch to the greenhouse.

The weekend's high winds finally died down; but the odd fog returned, which took them a while to find the correct greenhouse.

"Wow, that's scary to think about, Young Mysterious Man," Ron said softly as they gathered around a gnarled Nagalu tree stump and began to put on protective gloves.

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

"I don't know," Harry said, putting on a rubber face shield. "But he said this was important and would help me survive."

"I find it fascinating," Hermione said seriously. "It makes absolute sense to learn as much as possible about Voldemort. How else are you going to find his weaknesses?"

"I think that's what Dumbledore meant." Fan Lin agreed, "Although I don't think it has much effect."

"Too many effects?" Harry asked doubtfully, "Why?"

"Because you haven't discovered the more critical things until now." Fan Lin said, "However, you still need to rely on yourself, Harry."

"Oh, of course, I can." Harry nodded, looking like you really didn't know what the point was.

"So how was Slughorn's latest party?" Harry said in a thick voice through the rubber face shield.

"Oh, quite interesting, actually," Hermione put the goggles on her head. "I mean, he was kind of nagging about his former students, and he was definitely sucking up to McLaggen because he had so many dignitaries in his family, but he fed us a lot of really good stuff, He also introduced us to Gwenno Jones."

"Gwennor Jones?" Ron's eyes widened behind his goggles. "Is that Gwenno Jones? Captain of the Holyhead Harpies?"

"That's right," Hermione said. "Personally, I think she's a little arrogant, but—"

"Enough chatting here!" Professor Sprout hurried over with a stern expression on his face. "You're behind, everyone else has already started and Neville has already picked the first tree bag!"

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

"Okay, professor, let's start now!" Fan Lin said, and as soon as she walked away, he added softly, "Maybe it's better if we whisper..."

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

"Then, come on...we'd better get started..." She glanced at Fan Lin worriedly.

They took a deep breath and dived into the gnarled stump. It suddenly stirred; slender, prickly, thorn-like vines protruded from the top of the stump, waving in the air.

One of them got tangled in Hermione's hair, and Ron knocked it back with a pair of large pliers; Harry successfully deceived several canes and tied them together; between these tentacle-like canes A gap appeared; Fan Lin directly stretched his hand in, but it was retracted like a trap and wrapped Fan Lin's elbow; Harry and Ron struggled to open the vines together, allowing Fan Lin to pull out He took out his hand, and then he held a tree sac similar to Neville's. The thorny rattan was immediately retracted, and the gnarled stump turned into a harmless, lifeless piece of wood.

"Listen to me, I won't plant these things in the garden when I have a house," Ron pushed his goggles onto his forehead and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Pass me a bowl," Hermione said, taking the pulsating tree sac from Fanlin's hand; Harry handed over a bowl, and she threw the sac into it with a disgusted expression on her face.

"Don't be so nervous, squeeze the juice out of them, they are most useful when they are fresh!" Professor Sprout said loudly.

"Anyway," Hermione continued their interrupted conversation, as if she hadn't been attacked by a piece of wood just now, "Slughorn is going to hold a Christmas party, and, you two, you can't escape this time, because he He actually asked me to find out what night you were free, so he could definitely arrange the party on a night when you, mainly Harry, were fine."

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 one that only Slughorn likes." It’s a party only students can attend, right?”

"Only people from the Slug Club, yes," said Hermione. The tree sac flew out from between Ron's hands, hit the glass of the greenhouse, and bounced back to the back of Sprout's head, knocking off her old, patched hat. Harry ran over to pick up the tree bag; on his return he heard Hermione say.

"This is really a bad thing." Fan Lin sighed. In fact, he was not interested in Slughorn's Slug Club at all, but as the person who pulled Slughorn to Hogwarts At the price, their two names appeared on the Slug Club list early on.

So, if they don't have a good enough reason that day, that means they have to go to the damn Slug Club party.

"By the way, there's one more thing." Hermione said, continuing to convey to Fan Lin 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 dance partner."

"Wait, dance partner?" Harry felt a little numb, "That means..."

"Yes," Hermione said, "You need to find a dance partner, Harry. Of course, you don't have to try someone from the Slug Club. Although it is very troublesome, but..."

Harry's mind went through several candidates quickly.

Autumn?

Oh no, they're both totally screwed, what about Ginny?

But Ginny has a boyfriend now, so Luna?

Thinking of the girl's unreliable nerves, Harry felt a little pain in his head.

"Oh, forget it, let's talk about it then. This time is not a three-witch fighting competition, and I am not a warrior..."

In fact, the following days were no different from usual. If there was any difference, Fanlin became more irritable and confused.

Fan Lin originally thought that Dumbledore would make some arrangements for him in the subsequent teaching. In fact, it was indeed arranged and he was not even allowed to go to his office with Harry.

This left Fan Lin a little confused, and he had no clue what Nicoléme gave him. Even Fan Lin really got a memory ball, but in fact, the memory ball didn't turn into anything at all. Pink, which made Fanlin wonder if the memory ball was broken.

But no one gave him any explanation, not even Tonks brought any more news to Fanlin. Since that time Dumbledore showed Harry the young Tom Riddle, he and Nico Together with Flamel, they completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

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

And Katie Bell is still in St. Mungo's Hospital, with no hope of returning, which means that the Gryffindor team, which is gaining momentum, lacks a chaser.

But in fact, Harry has been carefully training this team since September. It can be said that he has devoted all his extra energy to the Quidditch team, and he has never wanted to find someone to replace Katie. , hoping that she could return to the team, but their game with Slytherin was imminent, and in the end Harry could only accept the fact that she would not be able to come back in time to compete.

Harry didn't think he could endure another House tryout. One day after Transfiguration class, he blocked Dean Thomas. Harry was in a bad mood, but this had nothing to do with the Quidditch match. Most of the class had left, but there were still a few yellow birds chirping in the room, conjured by Hermione; no one but her had ever succeeded in conjuring Bee from the air. Feathers are something more complex.

"Are you still interested in being a Chaser?"

"What...? Yes, of course!" Dean said excitedly. Harry looked over Dean's shoulder and saw Seamus Finnigan stuffing the book heavily into his bag, looking sour. One of the reasons Harry didn't want Dean to join was that he knew Seamus would be unhappy. On the other hand, he has to do what's best for the team, and Dean was a better flyer than Seamus at draft time.

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

"Okay," Dean said. "Hooray, Harry! Oh my God, I can't wait to tell Ginny!" (To be continued)