Chapter 16: gap

Christmas is coming. [_]suimеng. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts School woke up and found several feet of snow covering the ground, and the lake was covered with hard ice. Weasley’s twin brothers were punished because they enchanted several snowballs, let them chase Chilo everywhere, and smashed behind his headscarf. Malfoy was somewhat shocked when he heard the news. In a sense, it was considered to be Lord Voldemort's face.
"No wonder the last of the two brothers lost one ear, and one hung directly. It was not fun to offend the devil." Of course, this is just Malfoy's joke-like idea. In fact, in Voldemort's eyes, he did not submit to him. Of course, everyone should greet death, or include those who hindered his goal. Professor Snape is a good example, not because the identity of the undercover was revealed, but only to change the ownership of the old wand, Voldemort can slay a powerful player who is at least apparently capable.
Thinking about it, Malfoy looked up out the window.
Several owls flew through the blizzard sky to deliver mail, and experienced many hardships. They must restore their physical strength under Hagrid's care before they can continue to take off. Christmas is approaching, the owl is too busy to deal with, too many letters of greetings.
Malfoy also received a letter from his family that Narcissa wanted him to go home for Christmas.
Compared to going home, Malfoy actually found the school’s collection more tempting.
"But let's go back, there is still a place to go." Malfoy thought of a plan he had already made.
Fingers crossed the pages of the book, and Malfoy sitting in a corner flipped through an old book. The yellowed paper gave the illusion that it would turn into powder when touched.
"District not only has black magic, but also black history." He closed the book gently, the gold stamped title on the cover of the book had already peeled off, and some big characters of black magic history that you didn't know were vaguely visible.
Silently digesting the huge amount of information in the book, Malfoy suddenly heard the voice of a middle-aged woman, "What are you looking for, kid?" This is the voice of Mrs. Pings who manages the area.
"Nothing" This is a boy's voice.
Through the gap between the bookshelves, Malfoy saw Harry looking away, now being questioned by Mrs. Pinz.
"Then you'd better go out. Let's go out" Mrs. Pings ordered.
Harry glanced helplessly through the gap between the bookshelves, and he saw Malfoy. However, it is clear that the two have permission and one does not, and the treatment is completely different.
Harry hated why he wasn’t smart, and made up a lie, such as coming to find a classmate or the like, but soon realized that he was not in a good relationship with Malfoy. If he was exposed, he might have to buckle the college. Minute.
Harry walked out of the library while thinking wildly. He expected Ron or Hermione to find some new clues, but he didn't expect much.
Things still need to start from the end of the Quidditch game. Hermione said she saw Snape chanting evil spells at Harry’s broom. Harry himself also said that he saw Snape’s leg hurt. After contacting the three-headed dog of Hagrid, several of them concluded that Snape was not kind to Harry and seemed to have to steal something very important, so they were bitten.
Gag said that he missed his mouth a few times. They learned that these things were related to a man named Nicole May.
But it seems that all clues stop here.
In Gryffindor's lounge, Hermione buried her head on the dining table, and Ron was bored with his old shamanic chess. Obviously they still got nothing.
"I was kicked out by Mrs. Pins." Harry said in frustration.
"I suspect that he may be a Muggle at all." Hermione moaned weakly. "Otherwise, how could he not be found anywhere."
"He was not among the great wizards of the twentieth century, nor in the list of famous contemporary magicians. In addition, his name was not found in the major discoveries of modern magic and the development of modern witchcraft." Hermione stretched out a finger , Counting the information I have checked.
"I'm going crazy by him." Hermione grabbed her shaggy hair and made an annoyed expression.
"I think Mrs. Pins must know." Harry answered.
"But we can't ask." Ron inserted the conversation. "We asked Snape and we will know that it is very unsafe."
"While I'm away, you have to keep searching, okay," said Hermione. "Once something is found, send an owl to tell me."
"You can also ask your parents if they know Leme." Ron said. "It's safe to ask them."
"Very safe because they are both dentists." Hermione said.
"I have a suggestion, why don't we go and ask Malfoy? He is qualified to consult the district." Harry said hesitantly.
"Harry, are you crazy? He's a Slytherin! Snape is their dean." Ron clapped the table and stood up to continue. "And I don't think he will tell us, right, hey. Min?" Ron turned to look at Hermione.
"I don't know." Hermione looked a little unnatural. Apparently she hadn't told them that she actually had a good relationship with Malfoy.
"I don't think he looks like a bad guy. We might have done something wrong in the car," Harry said.
"If you are willing to go, go, I don't want to apologize to him." Ron slammed the chess piece the board and made a loud noise.
Hermione and Harry glanced at each other, and apparently decided not to continue the topic.
"So you ran over and asked me?" Malfoy looked away from the book and looked up at Hermione.
"You must know who he is, right?" Hermione looked at him with a look of expectation.
"Is this person important to you?" Malfoy asked knowingly.
"Very important." Hermione nodded affirmatively.
"But I don't think I have an obligation to tell you." Malfoy's voice suddenly froze. "If you ask me as a friend in private, I think I will be happy to help you, but your two friends will obviously not be willing to accept my kindness, don't you think this is unfair to me?"
"Not like that, Harry suggested to ask you." Hermione explained.
"So what about others?"
"Ron disagrees, he seems to have a holiday with you, and Harry can't stick to it." Hermione's voice subsided.
"Then I don't think I'm busy, maybe they will know later that I told you that I might not believe it." Malfoy stared at Hermione quietly.
"No, it's not like that." Hermione shook her head and wanted to deny it.
"Well, I will tell you now, Nicole May, the only maker of the magic stone known, the greatest alchemist, and Dumbledore's friend, are these enough? Are you satisfied?" Marr Fu said, "Then, Miss Grandi, this is the district, I think you can leave as soon as possible."
"Why did this happen?" Looking at Malfoy's indifferent eyes, Hermione's heart was inexplicably sour. The clues she had just heard did not make her happy. She walked out of the library. The slightly cold wind did not make her feel cold, because at this moment her heart was colder. She began to examine the friendship between her and the three people, but it was like a mess.
Looking at Hermione's back. Malfoy took a breath.
This friendship should not have existed. Malfoy on the train just wanted to try to change history, but it also failed. He then decided that the well water would not violate the river, but was moved by Hermione's courage to apologize. Encountered again in the library, looking at the sad Hermione, he couldn't bear it, comforted her, and took her to Hogsmeade secretly. However, the conflicts between colleges and friends are still between them, and no one is spared once they break out.
"Let's face it sooner or later, then come to an end soon." Malfoy knew very well that even if he didn't take the initiative this time, similar things would definitely happen in the future. If the friendship lasts long, it's both A hurdle that must be faced.
"It's up to you to decide whether the friendship is over or new." Malfoy thought of it. "I will do the wicked this time."
Hermione returned blankly to Gryffindor's lounge, and the temperature in the fireplace made her feel better. She saw Ron and Harry playing witches chess happily.
"I know who Nicole May is." Hermione said quietly.
"Oh, Harry, your horse was eaten by me." Ron was about to take Harry's horse. The two people who were suddenly playing chess suddenly reacted. "What did you say? Do you know who he is?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Hermione, you are so cool. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Ron praised.
Hermione still maintains the calm tone just now "He is the only maker of the magical stone known, the greatest alchemist, Dumbledore's friend."
"Golden stone!" Ron exclaimed. "No wonder Snape wants to hit his idea. Everyone wants it."
"What's that?" Harry asked Ron.
"My twin brothers used to talk about this stone. They said that if they get the gold they will use, they won't come to class again. By the way, they also said that this stone can make elixir, So that people who drink this medicine will never die."
"That all makes sense," Harry said. "Professor Nicole May and Professor Dumbledore are friends. He asked Professor to store the magic stone here for a while. The three-headed dog must be one of the guards. Snape tried to steal it but failed. Take a bite."
"Hermione, you are a hero." Ron praised Hermione again.
Hermione smiled unnaturally.