Chapter 64: Flower

Harry put the sorting hat on his head, staring at the black lining of the hat, waiting a little nervously.
At this moment, a small voice said in his ear, "I don't understand something, Harry Potter?"
"Oh yes," Harry murmured vaguely, "I'm sorry to bother you, I want to ask ..."
"You've always wondered if I put you in the right college," Hat said smartly. "Yes ... your position is really not very easy, but at least it's better than that Maca McLean. many……"
"Maca?" Harry said in surprise.
"Yeah! Haven't you been thinking about him?" The hat said softly. "McLean should have gone to Ravenclaw, but he went to Hitchpatch; and you should have gone to Slytherin. ,can--"
Harry's heart sank suddenly. He grabbed the top of the hat and took it off. The hat hung softly in his hands, dirty and faded.
Harry put it back on the original shelf and felt sick.
"You're wrong," he said aloud to the silent hat that remained silent.
The hat didn't move.
Harry stared at it, stepped back, and suddenly a suffocating, strange cry came from behind, and he turned sharply.
Standing on a tall gilded perch behind the door, stood an old dragon bell bird, which looked like a turkey with half of its feathers undrawn.
Harry stared at it, and the bird looked at him with sad eyes, while making that suffocating sound.
觉得 Harry felt that it looked very sick--his eyes were dull, and while Harry was looking at it, several more feathers fell from his tail.
Harry thought, if Dumbledore's bird died, and he and the bird were alone in the office, that would be enough for him alone ...
When he thought so, the bird suddenly caught fire.
Harry screamed in horror, and stepped back against the table. He looked around anxiously, hoping for a glass of water or something, but didn't see it.
At the same time, the bird has become a fireball. It screamed, and then disappeared, leaving only a pile of ashes on the tray under the perch.
The door of the office was opened, and Dumbledore walked in with a serious look.
教授 "Professor," Harry panted, "your bird ... I can't help it, it suddenly caught fire ..."
Dumbledore looked at the pile of ash on the tray, and a smile appeared on his solemn face.
"It's almost time," he said, "it's been looking like this for many days, and I've been asking it to move quickly."
看到 He smiled softly when he saw the expression of astonishment on Harry's face.
"Fox is a phoenix, Harry. When the phoenix is ​​about to die, it will self-immolate and then be born again from the ashes. You see--"
Harry turned his head and saw a small, wrinkled chick fledging from his ashes. It looks as ugly as an old bird.
"It's a shame, today is its day of nirvana," Dumbledore said, sitting down behind the table. "It's very beautiful most of the time-it has amazing red and gold feathers all over it. Phoenix It's a very strange and charming life. They can carry extremely heavy things, their tears can heal, and they can remain infinitely loyal to those they recognize. "
Harry, for the time being caused by Fox's self-immolation, has temporarily forgotten why he came here. But at this moment, when Dumbledore sat down on the high chair behind the table and stared at him with his light blue, penetrating gaze, he remembered everything.
"Professor Dumbledore ..."
"Do you want to tell me anything?" Dumbledore said gently, "It's okay, speak slowly."
Harry found that when he actually faced Dumbledore, it was difficult to say what he wanted to say.
Maka and his relationship have always been very good, and received a gift last Christmas-although he did not think much about the book "Brain Closure".
But these are proof of friendship.
If you tell Dumbledore what happened to Maca, it's not like ...
No, this is also for Maca! Perhaps as Hermione said, Maca was only affected by some dark magic, and this matter must be resolved as soon as possible.
"Professor Dumbledore," Harry took a deep breath, then fixed his eyes firmly, "I think Maca is most likely affected by some sort of black magic from Voldemort, he ..."
Harry spoke out all he saw and some speculation. He told Dumbledore everything, including what Ron saw, Hermione speculated, and what he felt.
"... That's it, Professor Dumbledore."
After he said it, he looked at Dumbledore's face with a complex look mixed with 忐忑 and expectations, hoping that the other party could give some solutions.
Who knows, Dumbledore just smiled.
"Relax! Harry," Dumbledore smiled. "Maca is okay. He hasn't been affected by any dark magic. Yes, I know he has changed a bit, but this is his own choice. We need All he did was believe him, that's all. "
Dumbledore paused and said, "What about you? Harry, is there anything else you would like to tell me? I mean-about yourself."
Harry hesitated and hesitated.
He remembered Malfoy's shout: "It's your turn next time, mud!"; He also remembered that the compound decoction was still crying in Myrtle's bathroom, slowly boiled.
Then, he remembered the ghostly voice he once heard; he said of Ron, "It is not a good sign to hear a voice that others cannot hear, even in the magic world."
He also remembered everyone talking about him, and his growing fears, for fear of what relationship he had with Sarah Chassleitling ...
For a moment, the complicated doubts made Harry's mouth squeeze tightly.
"No," Harry said, "nothing, sir."
Uh ...
The attack on Justin and the nearly headless Nick both made the already tense atmosphere truly panic.
Strange to say, what scared people the most was what happened to Nick, who was almost headless.
What can be a poisonous hand to a ghost, people ask each other. What terrible power can hurt a dead person? The students were almost scrambling to book seats on the Hogwarts Express train, hoping to go home for Christmas.
And the three of Harry, who have been chatting recently, have been silent.
Although the compound decoction is almost ready, they don't know if they should use it.
Even if Harry told Ron and Hermione of Dumbledore's answer, it didn't provide much comfort, and the things to worry about didn't seem to decrease.
After a few thoughts, they still plan to go to Malfoy with the compound decoction to try it out, so that they can do something, so as not to be too annoyed by such thoughts.
Finally, the semester is over, and the heavy silence, like snow on the ground, envelopes the entire castle.
Luna went home, and she spent every Christmas with her father at home, and this year is no exception.
Although she asked Maca if she would go to her house together, and had a lively Christmas as last year, Maca did not agree this time.
He still has a lot to do, and he can't wait any longer.
What I didn't expect from him was that he was not alone this Christmas.
"There is a kind of flower. Let me have a look."
熟悉 When Maca was sitting on the wall on the top floor of the astronomical tower and writing something, a familiar voice sounded from the entrance of the stairs.
"Miss Blois," Marka turned, "Did you not go back?"
"There is a kind of flower. Let me have a look."
Willie stood at the entrance of the stairs, still wearing the loose Slytherin robe, and calmly repeated what she had just said.
"..." Maca looked at Willie before asking, "What flower?"
"no name."
Willie took out a small cloth bag from her arms, opened it and showed it to Maka ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It was a handful of flowers, pink and white, and there were some lingering psyches Color.
Maca carefully picked a flower seed, put it under the nose and smelled it, and immediately felt some acrid smell-the smell was definitely not good.
"I have never seen it, it should be a relatively rare magic plant." Maca said, "It looks very similar to the crystal magnolia seed, and may also be a flower with high environmental requirements."
"Go try it, I'll help you apply for a fifth greenhouse."
Maca took Willie towards Professor Sprout's office, and she was about to reach the key to the greenhouse.
In the fifth greenhouse, Maca quietly recorded the morphological characteristics of the seeds on the herbal notes, while Willie stood next to the flower pot to cover the bottom soil.
Now, neither of them loves to talk, and they are doing things together, but they have not produced the corresponding atmosphere.
Because of this, the efficiency of work was abnormally high, and everything was done quickly.
While Marka was going to leave, Willie took the initiative to speak.
"What about you?" She said suddenly.
"what?"
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
Wei Weili's brief speech seems to have become a habit, and she always likes to omit the premise.
"I?" Maca thought about it, then shook her head slightly, "No."
Tong Weili pushed the brim of the large pointed hat upwards, looked at Maca quietly, and then quietly said, "If there is ... tell me."
He said, she turned quietly, pushed open the door of the greenhouse and left.
Maca stood in the greenhouse, thinking about the closed door for a moment, and eventually caught up quickly.