[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

As the saying goes, good men are taught, and in my opinion, the Harry Potter in front of me...

"Just go and stay in the prison, you can't teach it."

"Irina, do you have some confidence in me!"

"What kind of confidence do you want to fall in love in the second grade?"

"..."

I was very happy to see Harry's sad and angry expression: "You must know that life is spent in constant setbacks."

For me, it may not be a setback. After all, my first 21 years, or the first 12 years, were all in a hopeless environment.

Maybe because I experienced that feeling, I understand that if life ends in an instant, it is no big deal. Maybe just a little sudden, a little surprised.

"Irina, what's wrong with you?"

"nothing."

Harry seemed to be sensitive to human emotions, and I smiled comfortingly at his nervous expression, then turned my back to him and waved. Anyway, my life now is to make up exercises. What fighting club, what Lockhart, all with me...

"Irina! Did you know that Harry Potter speaks Parseltongue!"

"what?"

"Parseltongue."

"Oh my God."

I sat in the Hufflepuff common room and stood up to Linda, who was panting with the shocking news: "Then my brother is super cool!"

"..."

The Hufflepuff common room was sluggish for a moment, and after a while, a first-year freshman also said with a dreamy expression: "Yeah, super cool."

I couldn't help laughing directly, maybe because the laughter itself was contagious. Slowly, laughter appeared in the entire Hufflepuff lounge, and then it was almost crazy, and I almost threw it away. Professor Prout was hired.

My brother is super cool, isn't he?

And besides, I'm from an ordinary background, and there's no telling about this stupid gossip that Harry instigated that **** snake to attack, or--

"Who dares to say?"

Cedric sat next to me flipping through Lockhart's toilet paper novel, his face speechless: "Seriously Irina, I always thought you did it on purpose."

"What on purpose?"

"The night of our third year, when you rebuked Headmaster Dumbledore in Potter's first year, it was intentional."

God is above, it took you a year to find out?

"But there is one thing I want to know, whether you and Headmaster Dumbledore have discussed it."

"About this..."

I smiled and watched Cedric laugh out eight teeth: "I once read a novel, the reason for the death of the dead is to know too much."

Cedric fought a cold war and decided to be an ostrich.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, or my brother was a little too retrograde, so he turned his head and bumped into another crime scene.

I looked at the petrified Niko ghost and Justin and the frightened Harry, and suddenly had a strange feeling.

The next one should be me.

According to the original world, everyone petrified for a reason, or, in my opinion, for a reason.

Mrs Norris because she always catches students, the second Colin because he keeps haunting Harry, and then Justin because he thinks Harry is the heir and spreads a lot of gossip about him , Hermione because she was next to Harry, and Penello Clearwater because Ginny caught her on a date with Percy.

All have connections to Ginny herself, or—

She likes Harry, and because of this, the people who the Basilisk attacked are the people in her subconscious who wanted to "just disappear".

Of course this is just a little speculation on my part, but I'm sure I'm on this list.

As for when... I don't know for sure, but all I know is that I need to leave a clue to Harry.

The clues I leave are not going to be handed over to Linda, who sometimes slips through the cracks. Then the person to be handed over to...

I glanced at Cedric thoughtfully, then saw his horrified expression: "What do you want to do, Irina?"

"It's nothing, just ask you one thing."

"I'm going home for Christmas! Won't forget your present!"

"..."

This makes me very angry, you Hufflepuffs are really prejudiced against me! [Please be sure to say this sentence in a Taiwanese accent.

"No, I just wanted to say I helped Harry come up with a set of questions, remember to let him finish."

"What do you want to do, Irina?"

"Nothing, just let you know in advance."

Yes, let me say it in advance, and if my idea is correct, not only can I tell Hermione not to drink the compound decoction with cat hair, but also help Master Ma clean up? Anyway, he arrogantly came to remind me that Knockturn Alley is very dangerous, and I have to reciprocate, right?

Because Ginny stayed at school this Christmas, and I was the only one left in the entire Hufflepuffs.

Yes, only me.

That said, this is the perfect time to get your hands dirty.

I glanced at the dorm, wrote a random letter and went to the school's owl shed. I have sent all the gifts, I thought about it, and finally chose to give this letter explaining my situation and speculation to the school owl.

"Send it to Headmaster Dumbledore later, okay?"

The barn owl purred, and I rubbed her fur and gave her some owl food: "Don't say who wrote it."

Absolutely can't tell, because all the words in this letter were glued by me through newspaper clippings.

When I walked down the owl shack, I heard a sudden commotion, and in an instant, many owls flew out, as if they were escaping from something. At the same time, there was a soft meowing from my feet, and when I looked down, it was Mr. Ronnie who was following me at some point.

"Mr. Ronnie, you can't be here."

"Meow."

He looked a little stubborn, and at the same time I noticed that the small mirror I used to open the lid was hanging around his neck.

"Smart little guy, how did you know I was going to hide?"

Rubbing Mr. Ronnie's ears, I originally wanted to use a simple Transfiguration, but now...

"The dinner has started, remember to inform the professors."

Not scared, I turned on my flip-up mirror on the corner downstairs, and after seeing those big yellow eyes, I felt like I didn't know anything.

I feel as though I can still smile and hear Mr. Ronnie's voice and the sound of a slowly receding footstep. I feel like I'm still conscious, but the residual consciousness in the face of the endless darkness isn't much use.

After all, how can you not experience the feeling of being petrified by a basilisk? This thing is not a softie, and Harry can kill it, that's the best.

In the first 21 years of my life, although it is true that I have been constantly frustrated, when I really meet the person I want to protect, it is so fearless, isn't it?

- For the original one, the only boy who told me to be fearless and brave.

The author has something to say:

I'm a little sold on what kind of person Irina was in the first 21 years, but what can be revealed is that Harry is really a completely different existence to her.

It can only be said that her first 21 years of life created the current Irina

Don't worry, everything is sweet, but here is a little special. And today's double update to solve the secret room, wait for Sirius