HP Magic Biography

I have to admit that this made Harry a kind of suspicion, and it was still in a bad direction.

Now, Harry's scar pain has hardly stopped. When he is upset or happy about what happened to him, his scar will be particularly painful.

This gave Harry a terrible feeling. He was slowly becoming the antenna of Voldemort's mood swings, and he was certain that this increasingly serious situation was definitely from the brain that went with Snape in the first session. The closed surgery class started.

To make matters worse, he dreamed of running through the corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries almost every night, and this dream was reached when he was standing in front of the dark door.

"Maybe it's like an illness," Hermione said, listening with great concern when Harry told her. "It's like fever or something. It will get worse before it recovers."

"Taking classes with Snape also made it worse," Harry said weakly. "The scar hurts me very badly, and I'm tired of running through that corridor every night." He rubbed his forehead angrily. "I just hope that door can be opened, don't let me stand there and stare at him"

"That's not something interesting," Fanlin said helplessly. "In fact, Dumbledore doesn’t want you to dream about that corridor at all, otherwise he wouldn’t let Professor Snape teach you Occlumency. Although it’s difficult, Harry, it’s very good for you. importance."

"I'm learning" Harry said angrily. "You guys are going to try and see if Snape's thoughts are going to come into your mind. This is not a joke, you know"

"Maybe," Ron said slowly.

"Maybe something" Hermione asked impatiently.

"Maybe it's not his own fault that Harry can't shut his mind," Ron said grimly.

Suddenly Fanlin's heart missed a beat, Ron noticed something

"What do you mean" Hermione asked.

"Maybe Snape doesn't really want to help Harry." Everyone stared at him. Ron looked at them with a sullen face meaningfully. "Maybe," he said again, in a low voice, "what he actually wants to do is to open Harry's mind a little bit, to make the mysterious man easier."

"Shut up, Ron," Hermione said angrily. "How many times have you suspected Snape and how many times have it been right. Dumbledore believes in him. He works for the Phoenix Order. This is enough to explain the problem. Up."

"He used to be a Death Eater," Ron said stubbornly, "and we have no evidence that he really changed his position."

"Dumbledore believes him," Hermione repeated. "If we can't believe Dumbledore, no one can believe it."

This made Fanlin breathe a sigh of relief. He thought Ron had noticed something. In fact, Ron was not stupid at all, when he really thought about it.

However, it must be admitted that this happened to Ron too rarely.

Because there are so many things to worry about, and so many things to do, the fifth grade students have so many homework, and often do it in the middle of the night, the secret meeting and the ordinary wizard grade assessment test, for Harry For instance, Snape’s routine course

No one noticed it, and January passed so quickly.

Before everyone knew it, February arrived, bringing with it warm and humid weather and the news of the second visit to Hogsmeade Village.

In fact, Harry has rarely had time to talk to her since he invited Qiu to the village, and now he suddenly realizes that he is about to spend a full day with her on Valentine’s Day, but he still doesn’t know what to do.

On February 14th, Harry was particularly careful when he wore it.

The owl delivered the letter just as he and Ron were going for breakfast. Hedwig was not there. Harry thought she would come, but Hermione received a letter from a strange brown owl.

"I almost run out of time if I don't come today." She said, eagerly tore open the letter and pulled out a small roll of parchment. She moved her eyes from left to right, while watching, a happy expression appeared on her face.

"Listen, Harry," she said, looking up at him, "this is very important. Can you meet me at the Three Broomsticks Bar at noon today"

"Well, I don't know," Harry said uncertainly. "Choo might wish I could spend the whole day with her. We haven't discussed what to do."

"If that's the case, you can bring her with you," Hermione said eagerly, "but you are coming."

"Well, okay, but why"

"I don't have time to tell you, I have to reply quickly." She rushed out of the hall, holding the letter in one hand and a piece of toast in the other.

"And you, Fanlin, don't eat anymore, hurry up with you"

When Fanlin put down the things in his hand in a hurry, and secretly took away a few slices of bread with magic, Hermione’s excitement was written on her face, but Fanlin didn’t think it was worth seeing Rita. Exciting place.

It was so busy that he almost forgot Rita.

"Don't worry, I will help you on today's date." Fanlin didn't forget to give Harry a look that you understand.

"Are you going?" Harry asked Ron as they left, but he shook his head gloomily. "It's impossible for me to go to Hogsmeade. Angelina asked us to train for a whole day. It seemed to help. We are the worst team I have ever seen. You should go to see Slop and Colin. It's pathetic, worse than me."

As he said, Ron sighed heavily, "I don't understand why Angelina wouldn't let me quit."

"Because you are great when you play normally, that's why," Harry said grumpily.

He found it difficult for him to sympathize with Ron's condition, especially when he was willing to give up almost everything in order to participate in the upcoming game against Hefpaff. Ron seemed to have noticed Harry's tone. He didn't mention Quidditch again during the rest of the breakfast. Later, when they broke up, the two briefly said goodbye in a sober tone.

Ron went to the Quidditch Stadium, and Harry, after trying to smooth his hair with a teaspoon as a mirror, went to the foyer alone to meet Qiu Zhang, worrying and wondering what they would say.

She was waiting for him by the oak door, with a long braid, and she looked very beautiful. Harry felt his feet couldn't move as he walked towards her, and he was frightened to find that his arms were swaying stupidly around him.

"Hi," Qiu was a little out of breath.

"Hi," Harry said. They looked at each other for a while, then Harry said, "Uh, let's go, then"

"Oh, okay." They joined the waiting team. Filch was taking notes one by one. Their eyes would occasionally meet and then smile at each other, but no one spoke.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when they went out to breathe in the fresh air, and realized that even walking in silence was better than standing stupidly.

The air outside is fresh and breezy. When they passed the Quidditch Stadium, Harry saw Ron and Ginny flying by the rack. He felt a bit uncomfortable. It would be nice if he could train with them.

"Can't you really participate?" Qiu asked. Harry turned his head and found that she was looking at him.

"Yes," Harry sighed, "I can't."

"Remember the first time we confronted, in the third grade," she asked.

"Yes," Harry smiled. "You are always blocking me."

"There was also the Quidditch World Cup, do you remember, we also saw Krum, and then he showed up at school."

"Oh, I saw you too, remember we were in the same camp. The World Cup is awesome, right?"

They talked about the World Cup all the way and walked out the door. Harry couldn't believe that he could talk to her so easily. In fact, it was no more difficult than talking to Ron and Hermione. He started to be happy and feel more confident.

At this time, a large group of Slytherin girls passed by them, including Pansy. Parkinson.

"Potter and Zhang" Pansy screamed, accompanied by a mocking smirk, "Ah, Zhang, I think there is something wrong with your taste, at least Diggory is more beautiful"

The girls walked by, screaming while looking back at Harry and Qiu exaggeratedly, leaving them in awkward silence. Harry couldn't talk about Quidditch anymore, and Qiu, blushing slightly, looked at his feet.

"So, where do you want to go" Harry asked Qiu when they entered Hogsmeade. The street is full of students walking around, looking at the shop window glass, the road is very chaotic.

"Oh, it doesn't matter to me," Qiu shrugged. "Why don't we go to the store or other places."

Go forward. There was a huge notice posted on the outside glass, and some people in the village were watching it. When Harry and Qiu walked over, they dispersed, and Harry found that he had seen photos of the ten Death Eaters who had escaped from prison. This notice, "Order of the Ministry of Magic," offered a thousand gallons as a reward for any wizard who could escape the prisoner.

"It's strange, isn't it" Qiu whispered, looking at the Death Eater in the photo, "Remember when Sirius Black ran away, Hogmore had dementors all over him to hunt him down? The dead man ran away, but there is no dementor here."

"Yes," Harry looked away from Bellatrix's face and looked at the street. "Yes, it's kind of weird."

He didn't regret that there were no dementors around, but what he thought of now was what their absence meant. Not only did they let the Death Eaters escape, but they also refused to search for them. It seemed that they were probably out of the control of the Ministry of Magic.

Photos of the ten Death Eaters were posted on the glass windows of every shop. When Harry and Qiu passed by the Honey Duke Candy Store, the sky started to rain, and big raindrops hit Harry's face and neck.

"Well, do you want a cup of coffee" Qiu asked tentatively, and the rain began to get heavier and heavier. "Okay," Harry looked around, "Where is it?"

"Oh, there is a very good place here. Have you ever been to the tea house of Mrs. Pattif Tea House" Qiu said happily, leading him to a side road and into a small tea house, which was Harry never A place I didn't notice. The place inside was small, the vapor was heavy, and everything was decorated, reminding Harry of Umbridge's office.

"What are you doing?" Hermione looked at Fanlin somewhat speechlessly.

"I think it's a little dry here." Fanlin looked serious until he stood up, and then watched Harry enter Mrs. Pattif's teahouse. When Harry turned his head, he quickly hid aside. This made He Min looked a little headache.

"Oh, I said, Fanlin"

"Hey, don't think so," Fanlin put his hand on Hermione's back. "Didn't the two of them go in?"

"So, you taught Harry"

"what"

"How to communicate." Hermione said badly. "What is more sensitive and what can't be said."

"Uh" Fanlin thought about it carefully, "Harry should count a bit in his heart, or, let's go over and watch it, and then I will Apparate you back to the three broomsticks"

"It's cute, isn't it" Qiu asked happily.

"Uh, yes. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Harry lied. In fact, he couldn't see the beauty of this at all. It always reminded her of Umbridge. One person destroyed a color system. .

"Look, it's specially decorated for Valentine's Day." Qiu said, pointing some golden little angels with her finger, they are hovering above each small round table, throwing some pink paper to the people below from time to time Crumbs.

"Ah." They sat down at an empty table, next to the vapor-filled glass. Roger. Davis, the Quidditch captain of Ravenclaw, was sitting at a table a foot and a half away, next to a beautiful blonde girl, holding each other's hands.

This scene made Harry a little uncomfortable, especially when he looked around and found that there were all couples here, all holding hands. Maybe Qiu also wants him to hold her hand.

"What do you want, dear" Mrs. Padif asked, she was a very sturdy, pudgy woman with shiny black hair, squeezing hard from the table between them and Roger.

"Two cups of coffee, thank you," Qiu said. Before the coffee came, Roger Davis and his girlfriend started kissing over their sugar bowls. Harry really hoped that they would not be like this. He felt that Daves was setting an example, and maybe later Qiu would ask him to follow suit, but faintly, he had some expectations, Fanlin was right, maybe Autumn can be

Harry felt his face getting hot and tried to look out of the window, but the moisture on the window glass was so heavy that he couldn't see the street outside. In order not to see Qiu, he looked up to the ceiling as if to check the paint on it, and the little angel hovered over with confetti.

The door opened again. Harry thought the figure was familiar, but he didn't dare to look back at me. The atmosphere here made her look a little embarrassed.