The Bard at Hogwarts

Dim Chamber of Secrets.

Snape sat silently at the table. Compared with human hearts, he believed in potions more.

Just like that night fifteen years ago.

Everything that happened in Godric's Hollow made him feel an absurd coincidence, as if everything was carefully arranged and planned.

Since then, he no longer believed in anyone.

Just like now, he got the answer that Harry was stable, but the sudden appearance of the Killing Curse on the Quidditch field seemed to be a silent mockery.

What a stable situation, a student who was less than fifth grade killed a fire dragon with one blow. Not to mention whether the magic power was enough, the pure killing intention alone was not something that ordinary adult wizards could have.

Moreover, everything at present was based on the fact that the person had been resurrected.

Under such a premise, looking at the so-called stability again was more like a big joke.

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"Horcrux..."

A sigh sounded in the quiet dark room.

After a while. Snape pulled out a drawer on the right hand side, which contained an independent photo album.

"Long live friendship - Lily Evans."

With a trembling hand, he gently stroked the characters on the album cover.

Opening the album cover, there was a very beautiful girl inside, with long dark red hair and almond-shaped green eyes.

At this moment, the girl in the album seemed to know that someone was watching, and was waving her hand with a smile.

Time passed in silence without being noticed.

After a long while, Snape slowly closed the album and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

Then, as if he had made up his mind, he turned his eyes firmly to the closed book beside him.

"The Secret of Cutting-edge Dark Magic"

He didn't know about Horcruxes, or he could only know about Horcruxes from books.

But this is far from enough for a potion master. If you want to configure targeted potions, you must have an intuitive experience, otherwise everything is empty talk.

And there seems to be only one answer in front of you, making Horcruxes.

Thinking of this, Snape spread his sleeves, and the dark mark of the Ouroboros was still very faint, but he knew that there might not be much time left.

After the resurrection, the man strangely chose to lie dormant, and Dumbledore seemed to be planning something, and the images of the two people kept alternating in his mind.

For a long time.

Snape suddenly stood up and took out a small bottle of golden potion from the shelf next to him where the herbs were placed.

He opened the bottle and drank just one tablespoon.

After drinking the Felixir, Snape sat back at the table again, but this time he did not see the previous picture in front of him, but a beautiful landscape painting instead.

On the banks of the Thames at sunrise, a black-haired boy sat in the bridge hole, eating cheap fried fish quietly alone.

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Time flies.

Time quickly came to December 24.

According to common sense, this is the Christmas holiday at Hogwarts, a day off.

Because they leave by train at this time, the little wizards can get together with their families before dusk and spend Christmas Eve together.

But unfortunately, no one chose to leave school during this Christmas holiday.

This also caused the train parked at the Hogsmeade platform to not start for the first time.

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On Christmas Eve.

It snowed heavily outside the castle from early morning.

The carriage of Beauxbatons, which was as tall as a small house, looked like a big pumpkin covered with frost in a white world.

Not far away, Hagrid and Moody's cottage looked more like a small pumpkin pie sprinkled with white sugar.

In the morning.

The hall was still crowded.

Because during this period of time, even if it was just a simple breakfast, the house elves in the kitchen would make different delicacies in different ways.

"The food at Hogwarts is a bit greasy, I'm worried that I can't wear the dress."

At the Gryffindor long table, Hermione frowned slightly.

In front of her was black pudding and haggis, the former was a blood sausage, and the latter was the national dish of England, a dish made with a mixture of sheep stomach, sheep heart, sheep kidney, etc., with a strong taste.

"You customized the dress? You didn't even tell me!" Ginny turned her head, looking sad, as if she was abandoned.

"No customization!" Seeing Ginny's expression, Hermione shook her head decisively and denied it, and then explained:

"I wrote home and asked my mother to buy it in the mall. It's not a customized model, and I don't have enough Galleons, only pounds!"

At the end, Hermione lowered her head a little disappointed. If possible, she also wanted to customize a magical evening dress at Fengya Clothing.

Hearing that there were no Galleons, Ginny's expression, which was originally just joking, became serious in an instant.

"Why didn't you tell me! I'll trade with you! And if others know that the girlfriend of the founder of the Film Mirror doesn't have Galleons to buy a dress, it will become the biggest joke of the year!"

"I don't want to spend his money." Hermione rejected it without thinking.

"Then will you get married? Or do you have no confidence?" Ginny looked at the ring on Hermione's hand jokingly.

Moonstone ring! When Hermione first brought it back a few days ago, it caused a stir in Gryffindor.

She still remembered the girls in the common room at that time, many of them looked like they had drunk a full glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice, and they all looked sour and weird.

"I have confidence!" Although she knew it was a joke, Hermione still answered righteously.

The voice was so loud that people around looked at her sideways.

"Okay, okay! I know you have confidence!" Ginny comforted her softly, as if she was comforting a frightened Pompom.

"Now let's talk about dresses. I haven't been to a Muggle mall yet. Are they like Diagon Alley?"

Hearing this, Hermione thought for a moment and explained, "There are many kinds of malls. Some are specialty stores, and some are like Diagon Alley, where all kinds of goods are sold..."

Seeing Ginny listening intently, Hermione promised after explaining the mall:

"This summer vacation, if you have time! I will write to you and take you to the mall."

"Then it's a deal!" Ginny nodded happily in agreement to this proposal.

I don't know if it's due to family inheritance, but she is also very interested in everything about Muggles.

Soon, the next topic changed from dresses to malls, cosmetics, and various women's products.

...

At the same time.

Compared to the bustle of the auditorium, there was not much peace in the Slytherin dormitory.

After getting up in the morning, Ino found that the dormitory was almost in a sea of ​​gifts. In order not to affect his daily life, he could only call Blue Light to help him open and sort the gifts.

As for Draco, he didn't count on him now, because he became a veritable magazine editor and was so busy that he could hardly see him.

After opening a piece of chocolate, Blue Light's voice suddenly rang in the room:

"Master, I think you need to check this in person."

A package wrapped in kraft paper, like a book, was held in Blue Light's hand.

At the same time, after hearing Blue Light's prompt, Ino frowned slightly.

You know, just now, Blue Light didn't ask to check a chocolate with a sufficient amount of aphrodisiac in person.

Although he thought about it, he still turned his head to look at the package. The outer packaging was ordinary khaki kraft paper, but surprisingly, the package was stained with a faint gloomy atmosphere.

However.

As this negative emotion just rose, it was shrouded by a black smoke.

The Boggart, who had been quietly staying in the shadow, swallowed up the scattered emotions at the first time, and then quietly merged into the shadow under his feet.

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