Exhausted, Harry was satisfied with his homework the previous night, and the next morning he told Ron and Hermione what he had seen from Dumbledore in Charms class. When Harry told them about Voldemort's soul fragments and Dumbledore www.biquge.info's promise to take him to find them, they were terrified.

"Wow," Ron said when Harry had said everything; He pointed his wand at the ceiling and waved it blankly, not noticing what he was doing. "Wow, you're really going to be with Dumbledore...... to try to destroy ...... Wow. ”

"Ron, you've made the snow," Hermione said patiently, grabbing his wrist and moving his wand away from the ceiling, where huge white snowflakes began to fall.

Harry noticed that Lavender Brown was glaring at Hermione from the next table with red eyes, and Hermione quickly let go of Ron's hand.

"Oh, yes," Ron looked over his shoulder, vaguely surprised. "I'm sorry...... It looks like we're all getting nasty dandruff. He didn't even look at Lavender, who soon left crying.

"We're in a broken relationship," he told Harry with a few words from the corners of his mouth.

"Ah," said Harry. "So- you don't mind if it's over between you, do you?"

"Don't mind," Ron admitted. "It's terrible when she's yelling, but at least I don't have to end it."

"Coward," said Hermione, "well, last night was the nightmare of all romantic love. Ginny and Dean also broke up, Harry. ”

Harry felt that Hermione gave him a knowing look when she told him this, but she couldn't have known that Harry's internal organs had suddenly danced a conga: he tried to remain as quiet as he could, "What's going on?" ”

"Oh, very silly reason...... She said that he always had to help her every time she passed the portrait hole, as if she couldn't get by herself......" Harry glanced at Dean on the other side of the room, who certainly didn't look happy.

"Of course, this is a dilemma, isn't it?" Hermione said.

"What do you mean?" Harry said quickly.

"Quidditch team," Hermione said. "If Ginny and Dean don't talk......"

"Oh—yes," Harry said.

"Flitwick is here," Ron said in a warning tone. The diminutive Charms teacher was walking towards them, and Hermione was the only one who had succeeded in turning vinegar into wine; Her flask was filled with a crimson liquid, while Ron and Harry's were still dark brown.

"Alright, alright, boys," Professor Flitwick screeched reproachfully, "say less and do more...... Let me see you try......" Together, they raised their wands, concentrating as hard as they could, pointing at the contents of their flasks. Harry's vinegar turned to ice; Ron's exploded.

"Okay...... As homework...... "Professor Flitwick got up from under his desk and plucked the shards of glass from the top of his hat," practicing. They had a rare free time together after Charms class, so they walked back to the common room together. Ron seemed relieved about the end of his relationship with Lavender, and Hermione seemed pleasant, but when Harry asked her what she was laughing at, she simply said, "It's a nice day." Neither of them seemed to notice that there was a fierce struggle going on in Harry's head: she was Ron's sister.

But she dumped Dean! She was still Ron's sister.

I'm his best buddy! This would be counterproductive.

If I talk to him first - he'll beat you up.

What if I didn't care? He's your best buddy!

Harry barely noticed that they were crawling through the portrait hole into the sunny common room, and he was dazed to see a small group of seventh graders gathering together until Hermione shouted, "Katie! You're back! You okay? ”

Harry took a closer look: it was really Katie Bell, who looked fully recovered, surrounded by beaming friends.

"I'm really good!" She said happily. "They let me out of St Mungo's on Monday and I came back this morning after spending a few days at home with my mom and dad. Lynne was just talking to me about McLagan and the last game, Harry ......"

"Yes," said Harry, "well, now that you're back and Ron is recovered, we have a decent chance of beating Ravenclaw, which means we're still in contention for the Quidditch Cup." Listen to me, Katie ......"

He had to ask her a question right away; His curiosity even drove Ginny out of her mind for a while. He lowered his voice as Katie's friends began to pack their things, apparently late for their transfiguration class.

“…… The necklace...... Can you remember who gave it to you now? ”

"No," Katie shook her head in frustration. "Everybody asked me, but I didn't have a clue. The last thing I remember was walking into the three-broom women's bathroom. ”

"So, you must have gone into the bathroom?" Hermione said.

"Well, I remember pushing the door open," Katie said, "so I think whoever cast the Imperius Curse on me, he must be standing behind the door." After that, my memory went blank until I woke up at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic about two weeks ago. Okay, I've got to go, and I'm sure Professor McGonagall won't punish me for writing sentences just because it's my first day back......"

She grabbed her backpack and books and hurried after her classmates, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione sitting at a table by the window, pondering what she had told them.

"So the person who gave the necklace to Katie must be a woman," Hermione said, "because in the women's bathroom." ”

"Or maybe just looking like a woman," Harry said. "Don't forget, Hogwarts has a large potion of polyjuice potions. We know it's been stolen...... "He seemed to see a group of Crabbe and Goyle walking by with their heads held high, all turned into girls.

"I'm going to take another sip of the Elixir," said Harry, "and then I'll go to the Room of Requirement and try again." ”

"That would just be a waste of potion," Hermione said bluntly, putting down the Magic Word Meter she had just taken out of her bag. "There's only so much luck can do, Harry. This is different from the situation in Slavhorn; You're already capable of convincing him, you just need to adjust the environment. But luck isn't enough to get you through a powerful magical barrier. Don't waste any more potions! If Dumbledore takes you to do that, you'll use all the luck you can get......" Her voice turned into a whisper.

"Can't we make a little more?" Ron asked Harry, ignoring Hermione. "Wouldn't it be great if we had stock...... Look at what the book says......"

Harry pulled his book Advanced Potion Preparation out of his bag and began to look for the Elixir.

"Oh my God, it's complicated," he said, skimming through the ingredient list. "And it will take six months...... It must be allowed to simmer......"

"It always has been," Ron said.

Just as Harry was about to put the book away, he noticed a page being folded; He flipped to the page and saw the Shadowless Spell next to it, labeled "For Enemies", which he had folded a few weeks earlier. He still hadn't figured out what the spell was for, mostly because he didn't want to test it around Hermione, but he was thinking about trying it the next time he sneaked up on McLagan from behind.

The only person who wasn't too happy to see Katie Bell back in school was Dean Thomas, as he couldn't replace her as chaser anymore. When Harry told him, Dean held back and didn't hit him, just muttering and shrugging his shoulders, but Harry could clearly feel Dean and Seamus muttering something hatefully behind him as he walked away.

The following two weeks Harry saw his best Quidditch training since he became captain. His team members were very happy to get rid of McLagan and were happy to see Katie finally return, which made them fly very well.

Ginny didn't seem at all upset by her breakup with Dean; On the contrary, she became an active member of the team. She was in a good mood when she imitated Ron's restless jumping up and down in front of the post when he saw the Quaffle hurtling towards him, and Harry giving orders to McLagan before he was knocked unconscious. Harry laughed with the others, and he was glad to have this pure reason to see Ginny; He was injured by Bludger several times during training because he didn't keep an eye on the Golden Snitch.

The struggle was still raging in his mind: Ginny or Ron? Sometimes he thinks that Ron and Lavender won't mind too much if they're in a relationship with Ginny on a date, but then he remembers the look on Ron's face when he saw Ginny kissing Dean, and he's sure that even if he just shook her hand, Ron would think it was a despicable betrayal...... Harry, however, couldn't help but talk to Ginny, laugh with her, and walk back with her after training; Despite his conscience, he had been thinking about how he could be alone with Ginny: it would be nice if Slavhorn had another small party, because then Ron wouldn't be around—but unfortunately, Slavhorn seemed to have given up on them. There were times or two when Harry wanted to ask Hermione for help, but he couldn't stand the self-righteous look on her face; He thought Hermione would have that look on her face a few times when she saw him staring at Ginny, or laughing at Ginny's jokes. To complicate matters further, if he doesn't hurry up and date Ginny, someone will get ahead of him: he and Ron at least agree that she's so popular because of her own merits.

All in all, the temptation to take another sip of the elixir grew stronger, because wasn't that the kind of 'adjust the environment' that Hermione called it? The weather was slowly getting warmer in May, and Ron was always there for Harry whenever he saw Ginny.

How Harry longed for something to make Ron realize that his best friend and his sister were both in love, and that being able to leave them both alone for a few seconds was the happiest thing for Ron. But with the final Quidditch match of the term just around the corner, neither of these things had much chance of happening; Ron was always pestering Harry to discuss tactics, and he didn't think about anything else.

Ron wasn't the only one who took the game so seriously; Interest in the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw game is creeping through the school at breakneck speed, as this match will decide the undecided champion. If Gryffindor can win Ravenclaw by 300 points, they will win the championship. If they win less than 300 points, they will be in second place behind Ravenclaw; If they lose by 100 points, they will be third behind Hufflepuff, and if they lose by more than 100 points, they will be relegated to fourth, Harry thought, and everyone will keep reminding him that he is the first captain in two centuries to finish Gryffindor at the bottom.

The eve of a crucial match always contains the usual program: students from the two opposing houses trying to intimidate each other's players in the hallway; rehearsing songs satirizing individual players over and over again as they pass by; Some of the team members swaggered to enjoy the gaze of others, while others rushed into the toilet and vomited during recess. The outcome of the game and the success of Harry's plan for Ginny were inexplicably linked, as if Harry's mind had tied an untie knot. He couldn't help but feel that if they ended up scoring more than 300 points, the celebration and celebration would be as wonderful as taking a big sip of Flygt Vestry.

In the midst of all these priorities, Harry hadn't forgotten his other goal: to find out what Malfoy was doing in the Room of Need. He continued to look at the map of the living spots, and was often unable to find Malfoy on it, so he speculated that Malfoy was still spending a lot of time inside the Room of Requirement. Even though Harry's efforts to enter the Room of Requirement had become increasingly disappointing, he would try it as soon as he was near it, but no matter how he changed the wording, the wall remained impenetrable.

A few days before the Ravenclaw match, Harry left the common room alone for dinner, as Ron rushed into a nearby bathroom and threw up, Hermione suspected a small mistake in her last paper on arithmetic divination, so she hurried to Professor Victor.

Out of habit, Harry went around to the hallway on the eighth floor, checking the map of the living spots as he went. He didn't find Malfoy for a while, and was sure that he must have been hiding in the Room of Need, but then he saw Malfoy's little black spot, who was downstairs in a boys' bathroom, and instead of Crabbe and Goyle, he was accompanied by a weeping myrtle.

Harry stared blankly at the unlikely pairing, stumbling into a suit of armor. The loud crash brought him to his senses from his musings; He hastened to flee the scene, lest Filch appear in front of him, and hurried down the marble staircase and down the aisle. When he reached the bathroom door, he put his ear to the door. He couldn't hear anything.

Harry gently pushed the door.

Draco Malfoy stood with his back to the door, his hands grasping the sink, his pale face hanging low.