Chapter 189 We Are Together (for All the Stars, Shadows, Moons, and Zodiac Signs 945)

This adds another layer of mystery to Hibiscus.

Even Hagrid couldn't hold himself back. He flipped through books, sometimes asked Fleur for advice, and even planned to visit Newt Scamander, the legendary master of magical beasts, during Christmas.

Christmas is coming.

Krum formed a dance partner with a senior Slytherin wizard. Only Fleur was still struggling and couldn't find a suitable dance partner. She felt a little resigned and thought about whether to simply become a dance partner with Hagrid.

Thursday, December 22nd.

As soon as Harry got up, the breath wrapped around his wrist began to tingle, reminding him that the date was approaching.

I prick and scratch every half an hour, making me very restless.

Harry ignored him and went through training and classes step by step. After being locked up by the professor at night, he put on the Sorting Hat and set off for the principal's office.

In The Marauder's Map, Dumbledore is very restless.

After saying the password, Harry opened the door and walked in.

"Harry? Today is not Monday, and it's very late now." Dumbledore said in a surprised tone, "And if you are worried about the dance or that you can't dance well, you should go to Professor McGonagall for tutoring."

Almost as soon as he caught Dumbledore's breath, the magic wrapped around Harry's wrist dissipated.

"Huh?" Dumbledore was startled. He reacted greatly. For a moment, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's and he looked at Harry's wrist.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked without changing his expression.

Dumbledore shook his head hesitantly and looked again and again to confirm: "Illusion, I seemed to have misunderstood something just now."

Harry nodded and sat down familiarly: "I came to you because I have something to say."

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore nodded, sat opposite him, waved his wand, and a glass of milk appeared in front of him.

Harry picked up the cup and took a sip: "Recently, I asked Skeeter to help me collect information and possibly find the location of a Horcrux."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment and said in a questioning tone: "Rita Skeeter?"

Harry nodded.

"How can you persuade her?" Dumbledore was surprised, "She doesn't look like a righteous person."

"I just told her that senior Tom liked to go into the girls' bathroom when he was in school." Harry said expressionlessly, "It's just a small thing. I thought she would like it very much. After all, it was a gimmick, but she seemed to be frightened. ”

Dumbledore opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally let out a long sigh: "Poor Skeeter."

"What did she find?"

Harry nodded: "Senior Tom's mother is from the Gaunt family."

"I was thinking maybe there might be some clues in the old Gunter house, in Little Hangleton County."

As he spoke, he paused: "I also asked her to pay attention to the massacre of the Gaunt family back then. I very much suspect that it has something to do with Senior Tom."

"You and I thought of going together." Dumbledore nodded, "I'm also doubting this, but I'm a bit busy today, so I decided to go take a look, so you came over."

Harry's eyes were deep.

He thought of the sentence in that letter, "Go to Albus on Thursday night and tell him that you want to set off with him." It was an extremely accurate prediction.

Can prophecy be achieved to this extent?

"I'll go with you." He spoke slowly and firmly.

Since the first prediction is true, the following things should be treated more carefully.

"You have classes tomorrow." Dumbledore shook his head, "And Tom may have arranged some there."

Harry interrupted: "Do you think I will hold you back?"

Dumbledore was stunned and shook his head slightly: "Of course not, but maybe you can come back tonight, maybe it will take a long time. I don't want you to miss the Yule Ball. That is a very memorable day for you and Miss Granger."

Harry looked at him: "How many days later can we go?"

"It's just a few days, no rush."

Dumbledore said softly: "You are not someone who likes to 'cause trouble' so much."

Harry looked expressionless, raised his hand, and lifted his hair: "I don't think I'm causing trouble."

"I can occasionally feel the scar heating up during this period, but it's very weak. Occlumency is very useful. It protects my brain, but if the trouble is not eradicated, it will never give me peace of mind."

"Is there a way to solve the Horcrux problem?"

Dumbledore sighed and said nothing, but his attitude said everything.

Horcruxes are extremely advanced black magic, a field that he has never set foot in. What's more, for more than ten years, Horcruxes have been almost integrated with Harry's soul. Occlumency is the only way he can come up with for the time being.

"If I could have discovered it earlier fourteen years ago, maybe it could have been solved." Dumbledore said in a ashamed tone.

Harry shook his head and said in a firm voice: "There is no benefit in being immersed in the past. We have to find a solution now."

"If there is Voldemort's Horcrux in Gunter's old house, that would be a good opportunity. We might be able to study something from it."

Dumbledore thought and nodded slowly: "Then after the ball, December 27th, you should have one day to date Miss Granger."

Harry paused: "Professor Dumbledore, you can help me."

"I'm just a bad old man, how can I help you?" Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

"Tell me a story about you and your old lover?" Harry asked naturally, "Maybe you can give me some inspiration and experience?"

Dumbledore paused, his smile gradually faded: "Harry, maybe, maybe one day I will slowly tell you these things, but not now, I am not ready yet."

Harry finished the milk in the cup: "Your old lover seems to be a fortune teller? Is he very good, how about Professor Trilawney?"

Dumbledore did not pay attention to the personal pronouns Harry used. He nodded and recalled: "He is very good. Sybil can open the third eye, but she can only open the third eye under certain circumstances and meet certain conditions. Fate will favor her once and let the prophecy be spoken through her mouth."

"But he..."

"He can almost be said to be the spokesperson of fate. He himself has a pair of third eyes and can capture the traces of fate."

Harry nodded expressionlessly: "It's really him."

Dumbledore was stunned.

"Professor, you were much more exciting when you were young than I thought." Harry put down the cup.

Dumbledore nodded in response: "Yes, it's very exciting."

"Then see you on the 27th?" Harry stood up and said goodbye to him.

Dumbledore waved at him: "Harry, you have to leave some thoughts for an old man like me."

Harry didn't say anything, Fawkes flew to Harry's head and squatted down.

The Sorting Hat translated for it: "Fawkes asked you when to make another deal, it doesn't have much food left."

"That's ten pounds!" Harry emphasized.

Fawkes turned his head away and uttered a sound embarrassedly.

"It's so delicious, I can't control my mouth." The Sorting Hat continued to translate.

Harry took Fawkes off and stuffed it back into its nest, looking at Dumbledore with a blank expression: "Professor, you can't be too presumptuous to yourself, let alone your phoenix. Ten pounds, that's a full ten pounds."

"It's only been a month."

Before the first round of the game, they made a deal, and those materials are still lying in the Sorting Hat. Harry plans to wait until after Christmas to study new potions with Professor Snape.

There are not many materials, and he has always planned to save them.

Now it seems that they are not needed.

Dumbledore grumbled, and Fox also cried out in grievance.

"After Christmas, you have to give Aunt Petunia some rest time." Harry heard what the Sorting Hat wanted to say without translation, and raised his hand to touch its head, "Rations are not made out of thin air."

Fox sighed.

On December 25th, Christmas finally arrived under the expectation of all the little wizards.

It snowed heavily, and the whole castle was wrapped in a vast expanse of white.

The three schools had a friendly match before the second round of the game. The little wizards who did not become warriors were preparing for a snowball fight. They were noisy, and the sky darkened, and the time for the party finally arrived.

Harry changed into the gold and red tuxedo and put on the stag brooch.

George and Fred carefully cast beauty spells on him and straightened his hair. Originally, they wanted to cover the scar, but several senior little witches chattered and gave advice, thinking that there was no need at all.

Harry's scar was not scary, which added a wild charm to him that ordinary wizards could not have, even Krum could not have.

After more than a dozen people helped Harry dress up, he was finally dressed up.

Ron poked his head and looked around the lounge, but the missing figure had not appeared yet: "What's wrong with Hermione? Why is she as slow as Ginny? She was not like this before."

"Girls need to dress up." Lavender gently pushed Ron, "And Hermione is different. She is also the warrior's dance partner, so she must be more cautious."

"Believe me, you boys will be surprised."

They were arguing.

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory.

Harry looked up, and the others followed suit.

Hermione Granger walked out from inside. She was wearing light makeup, with a slight embellishment like a hibiscus emerging from the water. Her hair was tied up and fixed with a crystal crown-style hairpin. She was wearing a light purple robe, as smooth as water waves, and as she walked, faint starlight ripples were overflowing.

The waist straightened, the dark circles under the eyes were removed, and the skin that was a little dull due to staying up late became smooth and delicate.

"Hermione?" George exclaimed.

Hermione nodded gently: "It's me."

Fred pinched his brother's face: "Oh my God, it's hard to believe that you have changed a lot at the beginning of the school year, but today..."

Lavender walked over and took Hermione's hand: "Of course, Hermione is the heroine today, she should be like this."

Hermione was wearing high heels, she was not used to it, with Lavender's support, she walked carefully until she came to Harry's side, Lavender held Hermione's hand and handed it to Harry: "Mr. Potter, Miss Granger belongs to you today, treat her well."

"Of course, this is my responsibility." Harry solemnly took Hermione's hand and let her hold him.

They left the lounge.

Along the way, Harry and Hermione attracted almost everyone's attention.

Whether it was the identity of the warriors or their dress, they were like the bright moon in the vast stars.

There were many people gathered at the entrance of the auditorium.

Krum and his partner seemed to be unfamiliar with each other. They stood awkwardly. Fleur was holding the arm of an unknown but handsome boy. The boy was very excited, his face flushed, and his body trembled slightly. In the crowd, there was a pair of resentful eyes staring at him.

Malfoy stood alone. He had no partner.

He wore a dark green tailcoat, with a "Draco" star brooch on his chest, and proudly puffed out his chest, standing straight but elegantly.

Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't have the striking figure of Maxim, but Karkaroff was easy to identify, and he was very conspicuous.

He was the only one among all the people whose clothes were somewhat tattered.

The tailcoat was full of bite marks from cats and dogs, claw marks from owls, and even the hair that was smeared with hairspray was filled with a faint smell of bird feces - not from others, but from Hedwig, Bors and their group of friends.

Crookshanks was very smart.

It did not choose to harass every day, but brought the most fatal blow at the most critical moment.

Professor McGonagall stood on one side of the auditorium and waved to Harry: "Warriors, come to me."

They walked over and stood according to their grades.

McGonagall smiled, looking at Harry and Hermione, with satisfaction in her eyes: "You should dress up more, don't just study all day."