Vol 2 Chapter 1132:

In fact, Harry was very angry that Ron and Hermione were standing on McGonagall's side; but when everyone started discussing the matter again, Harry couldn't help but join in.
"Who do you think Katie wants to give the necklace to?" Ron asked as they walked on the stairs leading to the common room.
"God knows," Hermione said. "But no matter who gets it, it's impossible to escape bad luck. To open the package, you have to touch the necklace."
"It may be Dumbledore," Van Lin said hesitantly. "Dumbledore—the Death Eaters really want to get rid of him. He must be their number one target. Moreover, we have also seen the necklace, and Katie has changed into this look just by simply touching it. Fortunately, things haven’t gotten worse, the contact time is too short, and Katie may survive."
"Or Slughorn" Harry also followed, "Remember, Fanlin, Dumbledore thought Voldemort wanted him to join, but he was on Dumbledore's side, they would not be happy. .or--"
"Or you," Hermione said, looking upset.
"Impossible," said Harry, "otherwise Katie would turn around and hand it to me on the road, wouldn't it? We were always behind her when we came out of the three broomsticks. Considering that Filch would check every A person in and out of school, then it would make more sense to forward this package outside Hogwarts. I wonder why Malfoy asked Katie to bring it into the castle?"
"Harry, Malfoy isn't in Hogsmeade!" Hermione stomped anxiously.
"Then he must have an accomplice," Harry said. "Crabbe or Gore--or, oh I think about it, he's already a Death Eater, and now he has a lot of partners that are much better than Kara and Gore--"
Hermione looked at Fanlin with some helplessness. Obviously, the girl didn't quite agree with Harry's statement. Moreover, Professor McGonagall had indicated that Malfoy was in confinement.
However, for a puppet under the Imperius Curse, Fanlin felt that this was not a difficult thing, and as far as he knew it, it was not a difficult thing for Malfoy.
Compared to handing the necklace to Dumbledore by his own hand, it was obvious that it was more concealed with the help of others.
However, it is impossible to succeed at all.
If Malfoy felt that Dumbledore would not be able to tell the difference between a normal wizard and a wizard who was under the Imperius spell, then Voldemort's choice was really worrying.
It can be said that Draco was not ready at all.
When they arrived at the Fat Lady’s portrait, Hermione firmly opposed Harry’s words without evidence. In fact, it was not only a question of belief or distrust based on feelings alone. An unfounded view was laughable, but in Hell It seemed to Min that Harry was doing such a stupid thing now.
The portrait opened and they entered the common room. It was full of people, full of the smell of wet clothes; many people seemed to have returned from Hogsmeade early due to the bad weather. But no one was talking and guessing in a low voice in fear: Apparently news of Katie's accident had not spread.
"This is not a good way to trick people, really, if you think about it," Ron drove away a group of first-year students carelessly, and sat himself in a good seat by the fire. "The curse was revealed before it even entered the castle. It's not foolproof."
"You're right," Hermione kicked Ron from the seat with her foot, and made the first-year students sit back.
"This plan is not comprehensive at all."
"How can Malfoy be the best thinker in the world?" Harry asked.
"No one stays the same, Harry." Fanlin said, pushing the excited Harry back on the sofa.
"But that's what Malfoy did." Harry said, "I know."
"But others don't know..." Fanlin said with a headache, and Harry was a little angry, "Oh, of course, I can trust you, but to make more people believe, Harry... you must take out enough The evidence comes out."
In fact, Katie was taken to the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries the next day, when news of her being attacked by the spell spread throughout the school, but the details of the rumors were vague.
It seemed that apart from Harry, Ron, Fanlin, Hermione, and Lynn, no one knew that Katie was not the intended target of the curse.
"Oh, of course Malfoy knows too," Harry said to them, and Hermione and Ron continued to play dumb with Harry's theory that Malfoy was a Death Eater.
It turns out that this is very easy to use.
People don’t always sit on those things that are boring. It turns out that this is very boring. Besides, where Harry will go to Dumbledore today, I believe Dumbledore will give Harry some explanations enough to calm him down. .
Their first class the next morning was herbal medicine.
To prevent them from being heard, Harry didn't tell them what Dumbledore was in yesterday at breakfast, but he told them when he walked through the vegetable field to the greenhouse.
The strong winds of the weekend finally stopped; but the weird fog returned again, and it took them some more time to find the right greenhouse.
"Wow, it's terrible after thinking about it, young mysterious man," Ron said softly, they were surrounding a tumor-grown Nagaloo stump and began to put on protective gloves.
"But I still don't know why Dumbledore is telling you all this. I mean, these are very interesting and extremely important, but what is the purpose?"
"I don't know," Harry put on a rubber face shield. "But he said that this matter is important and will help me survive."
"I think this is really fascinating," Hermione said seriously. "Knowing as much as possible about Voldemort is absolutely meaningful. Otherwise, how can you find out his weakness?"
"I think that's what Dumbledore meant." Fanlin said in agreement, "Although I don't think it's very useful."
"Too many effects?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Why?"
"Because you haven't discovered the more critical things so far," Fanlin said, "but you still need to rely on yourself, Harry."
"Oh, of course, I can." Harry nodded, an expression that you probably don't really know what it means.
"So how about Slughorn's recent party?" Harry said in a thick voice through the rubber face shield.
"Oh, it's funny, really," Hermione put the goggles on her head. "I mean, he is a bit nagging about his former student, and he is definitely slapping McLagen, because there are so many nobles in his family, but he eats a lot of great things for us. He also introduced us to Gwenor Jones."
"Gwenor Jones?" Ron's eyes widened behind his goggles. "That's the Gwenor Jones? The captain of the Holyhead Hobbit?"
"Yes," Hermione said. "Personally, I think she is a bit arrogant, but—"
"Enough talk here!" Professor Sprout hurried over, with a stern expression on his face. "You are behind, everyone else has already started, and Neville has already picked up the first tree sac!"
"They looked around; sure enough, Neville sitting over there was blood on his lips, and there were a few dirty scratches on his face, but he was holding a grapefruit-sized green object in his hand. Throbbing disgustingly.
"Okay, professor, let's start!" Fanlin said, as soon as she walked away, she added softly, "Perhaps we'd better use whispers..."
"No, we shouldn't use it!" Hermione said immediately, looking as if she was still fiercely opposing the Half-Blood Prince and his spell.
"Then, come on... we better start doing..." She gave Fan Lin a worried look.
They took a deep breath and plunged into the tumor-covered stump. It moved suddenly; from the top of the stump, slender, spiny, thorn-like canes stretched out, waving in the air.
One of them got tangled in Hermione’s hair, and Ron beat it back with a large pair of tongs; Harry succeeded in deceiving several canes and tied them together; between these tentacled canes There was a gap; Fanlin reached in directly, but it retracted like a trap and wrapped Fanlin's elbow; Harry and Ron worked hard to open the canes and let Fanlin pull. He took out his hand, and then he was holding a tree sac that resembled Neville's. The thorny rattan was immediately taken back, and the tumor-covered stump became a harmless, lifeless piece of wood.
"Listen to me, I won't plant these things in the garden when I have a house," Ron pushed his goggles to his forehead and wiped the sweat from his face.
"Hand me a bowl," Hermione took the pulsating tree sac from Fanlin; Harry handed it a bowl, and she threw the tree sac into it with a disgusting expression on her face.
"Don't be so nervous, squeeze their juice out, they are most useful when they are fresh!" Professor Sprout said loudly.
"Anyway," Hermione continued their interrupted conversation, as if not being attacked by a piece of wood just now, "Slahouorn is going to hold a Christmas party, and, you two, you can't escape this time because He even asked me to check which night you are free, so he can definitely arrange the party for you, mainly the night when Harry is fine."
Harry groaned. Ron put both hands on the tree sac and tried to break it, stood up and squeezed it with all his strength. He said angrily, "This is another one that only Slughorn likes. A gathering that students can only attend, right?"
"Only people from the Slug Club, yes," Hermione said. The tree sac flew out between Ron's hands, hit the glass of the greenhouse, and bounced back to the back of Sprout's head, knocking her old patched hat off. Harry ran to pick up the tree sac; he heard Hermione say when he returned.
"This is really a terrible thing." Fanlin said with a sigh. In fact, he was not interested in the Slug Club of Slughorn at all, but as the one who brought Slughorn to Hogwarts. For the price, their two names appeared on the list of the Slug Club early in the morning.
So, if they didn't have enough legitimate reasons that day, it meant that they had to go to the party of this slug club.
"By the way, there is one more thing." Hermione said, continuing to convey to Fanlin about the Slug Club.
"what?"
"That's the dance party," Hermione said, "Of course, you have no reason to refuse, if you want someone to be my Christmas partner."
"Wait, partner?" Harry had a numb scalp, "That means..."
"Yes," Hermione said, "you need to find a dance partner, Harry. Of course, you don't need to try the slug club people. Although it's troublesome, but..."
Several candidates passed quickly in Harry's mind.
autumn?
Oh no, the two of them are completely finished, so Ginny?
But Ginny has a boyfriend now, so, Luna?
Thinking of the girl's unreliable nerve line, Harry felt a little pain in his head.
"Oh, forget it, let's talk about it when the time comes, this time it is not a Three Witch Fighting Contest, and I am not a warrior..."
In fact, the days that followed were no different from the usual ones. If there was a difference, Fanlin had become more irritable and confused.
Fanlin originally thought that Dumbledore would make some arrangements for him in the follow-up teaching, in fact, it was indeed arranged, and he would not even let him go to his office with Harry.
This made Fanlin a little confused, and the words Nicholas Lema gave him were clueless. Even Fanlin actually got a memory ball, but in fact, the memory ball did not become anything at all. Pink, this made Fanlin wonder if the memory ball was broken.
But no one gave him any explanation, even Tonks did not bring more news to Fanlin~EbookFREE.me~ and since that time Dumbledore showed Harry Tom Riddle as a child After that, together with Nicole May, they completely disappeared from everyone's vision.
No one knows where these two old guys who represent almost half of the history of the magic world have gone.
And Katie Bell is still at St Mungo’s Hospital and there is no hope of returning, which means that the Gryffindor team, which is gaining momentum, lacks a chaser.
But in fact, Harry has been training this team meticulously since September. It can be said that he devoted all his extra energy to the Quidditch team, and he has never wanted to find someone to replace Katie. , I hope she can return to the team, but their match with Slytherin is imminent. In the end, Harry can only accept the fact that she can't come back in time.
Harry didn't think he could endure another college selection. He blocked Dean Thomas after one day's transformation class. Harry was not in a high mood, but it had nothing to do with Quidditch games. Most of the people in the class have already left, but there are still a few yellow birds chirping around in the room. They were all made by Hermione; no one can successfully summon her from the air except her Feathers are something more complicated.
"Are you still interested in being a chaser?"
"What...? Yes, of course!" Dean said excitedly. Harry crossed Dean's shoulder and saw Seamus Finnigan stuffing the book heavily into his school bag, looking sour. One of the reasons Harry didn't want Dean to join was because he knew Seamus would be unhappy. On the other hand, he must do what is best for the team, and Dean flies better than Seamus in selection.
"So, you are in the team," Harry said. "There is a training session tonight, seven o'clock."
"Okay," Dean said. "Hurrah, Harry! Oh my God, I can't wait to tell Ginny!"