The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Professor..." In Dumbledore's office, Harry seemed hesitant to speak.

Dumbledore didn't show any signs of impatience. He looked at Harry gently and gave him an encouraging look, hoping that he could continue talking.

Encouraged by Dumbledore's eyes, Harry finally plucked up the courage: "My scar started to hurt again some time ago..."

He gave Dumbledore detailed feedback on the scene he had seen some time ago, and then Harry closed his mouth and looked at Dumbledore expectantly, hoping to get some response from him.

Dumbledore crossed his fingers and looked lost in thought. After a while, he said softly: "You said he flashed several places in his mind in order to treat his injuries?"

"Is such that."

"Can you describe to me the features of those places in as much detail as possible?"

"Of course!" Harry agreed while racking his brains to recall the scenes he saw that day. Listening to Harry's description, Dumbledore's expression gradually became serious.

"Harry," after Harry finished speaking, Dumbledore looked at Harry and said seriously: "There are countless unknown connections between you and him - don't worry, the Killing Curse is enough to rebound the Killing Curse. The magic of love is an extremely mysterious power, and no one can explain the secret behind it. Under the influence of such magic, it would be strange for you and him to have the same relationship as ordinary people."

Dumbledore tried hard to get Harry to accept his differences.

"But this is also a double-edged sword. You can see his memories, and he may also see yours. You need to find a way to protect your brain. I will tell Severus-"

"What? What does this have to do with Professor Snape?" Harry couldn't help but interrupt Dumbledore when he heard Snape's name. But he still needed to give Snape some face in front of Dumbledore, so he reluctantly added the word professor.

"Professor Snape is the best Occlumency master at Hogwarts. Even Voldemort can't see through his heart. I think he is the most suitable person to be your teacher." Dumbledore knew very well about Harry and Snape. The relationship between Snape and Snape was tense, so he told Harry about Snape's advantages as a teacher.

It's just that Dumbledore underestimated Harry's dislike of Snape. Even if he gave a hundred suitable reasons, Harry could always come up with an excuse to object.

The name Snape was the reason for his objection.

Harry felt that it would be better to choose someone with a lower level of skill than Snape as his teacher.

"Where are the others? Is there anyone else who knows this spell? Tom can do it, right?"

"Occlumency is a very advanced magic. With all due respect, although Yodel knows this spell, he only has a superficial grasp of it, which is not enough to be your teacher." Dumbledore looked at Harry with a smile. It seems that Yodel's Occlumency is barely enough for himself, and he is not qualified to teach others.

"Okay." Harry responded with a frown. He agreed entirely for Dumbledore's sake.

In fact, he really wanted to ask, how good are you at teaching Occlumency, but considering Dumbledore's busy schedule, he didn't feel comfortable saying so.

Seeing this, Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction and let Harry leave. The reason why he insisted on letting Snape be Harry's Occlumency teacher was because Snape was the expert in this field and he had a successful record. Therefore, no one in Hogwarts, including Dumbledore himself, is more suitable to be this instructor than Snape.

However, the shortcomings of letting Snape be a teacher are also obvious - this person is not suitable to be a teacher at all. Snape, who was able to modify his own textbooks and optimize experimental procedures in sixth grade, was a gifted player. Being a teacher for such a person was often a disaster for himself and his students. Coupled with his personality problems, Harry would be in trouble in the future. I'm afraid it won't be easy for a long time.

Shortly after Harry left, Dumbledore welcomed a new guest. His office is like a bustling food stall with a steady stream of visitors.

After hearing the news brought by Tom, Dumbledore's heart became heavy again.

Voldemort's power has increased again!

Now he began to feel grateful that he had previously mobilized the members of the Order of the Phoenix and severely damaged the Death Eaters' power. Otherwise, the alliance between Death Eaters, Japanese wizards, and Purifiers must be extremely difficult.

However, the combination of these three is also extremely fragile. Not to mention anything else, the Purifier's fundamental goal of eliminating wizards prevents the three parties from becoming true allies and can only use each other.

After receiving the news, Dumbledore just sighed in the end: he actually had no effective way to prevent the merger of Voldemort and the Purifiers. All he could do was send a letter to MACUSA, reminding them to prepare early, and then wait quietly for Voldemort to make his move.

After the Death Eaters were severely wounded, Voldemort took measures to break them into pieces, scattering his subordinates and hiding them in every corner. This put him back in control, as he alone knew where all the Death Eaters were hiding.

This brought great trouble to the Order of the Phoenix's subsequent clean-up work. You must know that most Death Eaters have very respectable identities on the surface, and they cannot be convicted without clear evidence. The Death Eaters who had been captured before had all been executed by Dementors. As the saying goes, "death" has no proof.

However, Voldemort's actions at least brought about one benefit, that is, on the surface, the British wizarding world has regained peace.

Tom couldn't feel Dumbledore's troubles. He was discussing with Hermione whether to continue traveling.

"Of course not. We have missed several days of classes. If we continue like this, our final exam results will definitely be very 'splendid'!" Hermione flatly rejected his proposal. She wanted to say something else, but Then she saw something interesting.

"Tom, look!" Hermione pointed to a corner in the courtyard downstairs as if she had discovered a new world.

Tom followed her gaze and found that it was Harry and Tom's senior sister in Ravenclaw, Qiu Zhang.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what do you think they are doing?" Hermione's eyes flashed with gossip.

"Harry is probably inviting her to be his dance partner." Tom knew Harry's purpose very well. After all, he had asked him to deliver the message before, but because this operation was so outrageous, Harry himself gave up the idea in the end.

This is as unreliable as asking a good friend to confess your feelings for you! If you can even do things like confessing your love to others, the girl will think about whether you are responsible or not? Then it's not far from Liangliang.

Fortunately, Harry thought clearly in the end, but it's a pity that it was useless to think clearly. A good girl will always have suitors around her, so he hesitated and wavered, and in the end he could only get nothing.

After Harry left Dumbledore, he originally wanted to go back to the dormitory to discuss Occlumency with Ron, but by chance, he happened to meet Qiu Zhang coming out of the Transfiguration classroom.

At the moment they met, Harry's breathing almost stopped, and then a wave of hot blood rushed into his brain, causing Harry's vocal cords to make an uncontrollable sound: "Qiu Zhang, can I say something to you? Words?"

As soon as he said the words, Harry regretted it because he heard the harsh giggles of Qiu Zhang's best friends. To make matters worse, he vaguely saw Professor McGonagall. The Head of Gryffindor was standing at the door of the classroom, staring at Harry with a mixture of ambiguity and gossip.

Her eyebrows were raised, obviously she wanted to finish the good show in front of her before she would give up.

Don’t do this kind of thing! Harry roared in his mind. He felt from the bottom of his heart that no one should be allowed to giggle in Hogwarts, and professors should not be allowed to linger in the classroom after the lesson was over.

Now that the heat had subsided, Harry felt as if his heart had been pinched. Fortunately, Qiu Zhang did not laugh and quickly gave a positive answer.

At this time, Harry's hands and feet were cold, and his stomach was churning. He steeled himself and walked to the courtyard of the castle with Qiu Zhang, avoiding the laughter of Qiu Zhang's friends and the eyes of Professor McGonagall.

Qiu Zhang's friends were very measured and thoughtful enough to leave enough personal space for the two of them. However, Professor McGonagall was unable to eavesdrop on students' conversations due to her own identity, so she could only turn around with regret. leave.

"Hmm..." Looking at Qiu Zhang's face, Harry suddenly became entangled in his heart, but as the saying goes, the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. At this time, Harry had no way out.

He can't say that he's here to challenge the Ravenclaw team, right? There is no Quidditch match this year!

"Will you stay with me, please?" In panic, Harry uttered a sick sentence.

However, in this context, even if Qiu Zhang is not a native English speaker, she can easily understand what Harry means, not to mention that Harry immediately corrected his speech.

"I mean, can you, uh, come to the Halloween dance with me?"

Harry accidentally referred to Christmas as Halloween, but it didn't stop Cho Zhang from understanding what he meant.

She blushed first, and then showed an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, I already agreed to go with another person. I'm really sorry... Of course, if there is a dance on Halloween next year, I will seriously consider it. .”

The witticisms in the second half are more like polite words to support the scene. Seeing Qiu Zhang say this, Harry felt as if his internal organs suddenly slipped into the valley and drained away like a big bucket of eels. Listening to Qiu Zhang's words, he couldn't help but feel a trace of regret: If he had invited her earlier, would she have agreed?

When I invited her, she blushed too!

Harry had an illusion - of course, given his conditions, this might not be an illusion, but who knows? The fact is that he has lost, completely lost.

The two people stood in the courtyard, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"By the way, have you not found a dance partner yet? I know a few very good girls who are also worried about dance partners. Do you want to get to know them?" Qiu Zhang tried to ease the awkward atmosphere, but she His words made the atmosphere between the two even worse.

When a girl decides to introduce you to someone, the possibility of you and her becoming a couple is infinitely close to zero. So when he heard Qiu Zhang say such words, Harry knew that he had sent it.

"No need." He said numbly.

"Okay," Qiu Zhang said with a stern expression, "That's it -"

"Okay." Harry said immediately.

"Okay, bye!" Qiu Zhang's face was red. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Harry stopped her.

"May I know who your dance partner is?" Harry regretted asking this question.

"Cedric, Cedric Diggory," Cho Chang answered.

"Oh." Harry knew that his face must be stiff. He no longer regretted asking the question. He now regretted asking the question very much.

"Are they done or not?" Upstairs, Hermione's heart was being burned by the fire of gossip.

"Of course it's a failure. I can smell the embarrassment between the two of them right here." Tom could understand just by looking at their reactions that Harry had completely failed.

"A dog's nose is really good." Hermione muttered, "I really didn't expect that Harry actually wanted to invite Qiu Zhang to be his dance partner, but I also didn't expect that she actually refused."

There are so many things you didn’t expect! Tom cursed.

"Who do you think Harry will invite as his dance partner in the end?" Hermione didn't want to let go of the topic. When she mentioned the dance partner, her heart moved slightly: Someone seemed to have never invited her to be his dance partner?

"Who knows? What I'm sure of is that Harry will definitely invite a beautiful girl to be his dance partner." Tom knew Harry's character very well. This guy is a face-controller, and he falls in love with every girl. School beauty level.

Tom and Hermione chatted while walking down the stairs to the Great Hall. As meal time approaches, the Hogwarts auditorium is always crowded with people. If something happens here, it will spread throughout the castle in less than half a day.

As she walked through the foyer, Fleur appeared out of nowhere.

"Yordel, why haven't I seen you at all these days?" She smiled and put her hands behind her back.

"It's a bit of a personal matter." The crowd around him suddenly became denser, and several Beauxbatons girls hurriedly squeezed past him, separating him from Hermione and pushing him in the direction of Fleur.

"That's it, right..." Fleur seemed to want to say something else, but her purpose was not as simple as speaking. Her wand appeared in her palm.

"Will you come to the Yule Ball with me? Confuse the audience!" At the end of her words, Fleur suddenly cast a confusion spell on Tom.

Theoretically, Tom had no defense, and Fleur could definitely hit it with one hit. But when the spell flew in front of Tom, a transparent shield instantly appeared in front of him, and the spell was easily deflected.

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Two chapters in one of four thousand words are presented!

Sumeru is open! Did everyone have fun? I wanted to catch a Kelai, but a Qiqi came out at twenty. Fortunately, Kelai and Qiqi came together (Qiqi three lives...)

Good night!