In fact, Harry was very angry that Ron and Hermione were on McGonagall's side, but when everyone started talking about it again, Harry couldn't help but join in.

"Who do you think Katie wants to give the necklace to?" Ron asked as they walked up the stairs leading to the common room.

"God knows," Hermione said. "But whoever gets it will definitely be doomed. To open the package, you have to touch the necklace. ”

"Probably Dumbledore," Van Lin said hesitantly. "Dumbledore - the Death Eaters would love to get rid of him, and he must be their number one target. Moreover, we have also seen the necklace, Katie has become this appearance just by touching it, fortunately, things have not gotten worse, the contact time is too short, Katie may survive. ”

"Or Slahhorn," Harry added, "remember, Van Lin, Dumbledore thought Voldemort wanted him to join, but they wouldn't be happy if he was on Dumbledore's side. Or—"

"Or maybe you," Hermione said, looking uneasy.

"No way," said Harry, "or Katie would have turned around and handed it to me on the way, wouldn't we? Considering that Filch would check on everyone who came in and out of the school, it would make more sense to hand over the package outside of Hogwarts. I wonder why Malfoy asked Katie to bring it into the castle?"

"Harry, Malfoy isn't in Hogsmeade!" Hermione stomped her foot in frustration.

"Then he must have an accomplice," Harry said. "Crabbe or Goyle—or, oh I remember, he's already a Death Eater, and now he has a whole bunch of companions who are much better than Kra and Goyle—"

Hermione looked at Van Lin with some helplessness, it was clear that the girl didn't agree with Harry's statement, not to mention that Professor McGonagall had indicated that Malfoy was in confinement.

However, a puppet who had fallen under the Imperius curse, Van Lin didn't think it was a difficult thing to do, and as far as he knew, it wasn't a difficult thing for Malfoy.

Compared to handing the necklace to Dumbledore himself, it was obvious that it was more subtle to use the hands of others.

It's just that it's not going to work out at all.

If Malfoy felt that Dumbledore would not be able to tell the difference between a normal wizard and a wizard under the Imperius Curse, then Voldemort's choice was really worrying.

Suffice it to say, Draco was completely unprepared.

When they arrived at the portrait of the fat lady, Hermione was adamantly opposed to Harry's unsubstantiated words, in fact, it was not only a matter of trust or distrust based on feelings alone, an unfounded opinion was laughable, and in Hermione's opinion, Harry was doing such a stupid thing right now.

The portrait opened, and they entered the common room. It was full of people, filled with the smell of wet clothes, and many seemed to have returned from Hogsmeade early because of the bad weather. But no one was whispering and speculating in fear: apparently the news of Katie's accident had not yet spread.

"It's not a good idea to be a schemer, really, if you think about it," Ron smuggled away a group of first-year students and sat himself in a nice seat by the fire. "The curse was revealed before it even entered the castle. It's not foolproof. ”

"You're right," Hermione kicked Ron out of his seat with her foot, causing the first-year students to sit back down.

"The plan was not well thought out at all. ”

"How can Malfoy be the best thinker in the world?" Harry asked.

"No one stays the same, Harry. Van Lin said, pushing an agitated Harry back into the couch.

"But that's what Malfoy did. Harry said, "I know. ”

"But others don't know......," said Vanlin with a bit of a headache, Harry a little angry, "Oh, of course, I can trust you, but let more people believe, Harry...... You have to come up with enough evidence. ”

In fact, Katie was taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries the next day, by which time news had spread throughout the school that she had been attacked by a spell, though the details of the rumors were vague.

It seems that no one except Harry, Ron, Van Lin, Hermione, and Lynne knew that Katie was not the intended target of the curse.

"Oh, of course Malfoy knows," Harry said to the others, and Hermione and Ron continued to play deaf and dumb against Harry's theory that Malfoy was a Death Eater.

It turned out to be very useful.

There wasn't always going to be anyone sitting on things that were boring, it turned out to be very boring, and besides, Harry was going to Dumbledore's place today, and I believed that Dumbledore would give Harry some explanations that would calm him down.

The next morning, the first class of the few of them was a herbal medicine class.

To avoid being heard, Harry didn't tell them about Dumbledore's lesson yesterday at breakfast, but he did tell them as he walked through the vegetable patch to the greenhouse.

The winds had finally stopped over the weekend, but the strange fog had returned, and it took them a little more time to find the right greenhouse.

"Wow, it's scary to think about, young mystery," Ron whispered, as they began to put on protective gloves as they surrounded a lumped Nagalu stump.

"But I still don't know why Dumbledore is telling you all this. I mean, it's all fun and extremely important, but what's the purpose?"

"I don't know," Harry said, putting on a rubber face shield. "But he said it was a big deal and it would help me survive. ”

"I think it's fascinating," Hermione said seriously. "It definitely makes sense to learn as much as you can about Voldemort. How else can you find out his weaknesses?"

"I think that's what Dumbledore meant. Van Lin agreed, "Although I don't think it will do much. ”

"Too much?" Harry asked, confused, "why?"

"Because you haven't found anything crucial until now. "Still, it's up to you, Harry. ”

"Oh, of course, I can. Harry nodded, an expression that you probably didn't know what it meant.

"And how was Slahhorn's recent party?" said Harry in a deep voice through the rubber face shield.

"Oh, pretty funny, really," Hermione put her goggles on her head. "I mean, he's a bit of a nagger of his former students, and he's definitely slapping McLagan on the back because he has so many dignitaries in his family, but he gave us a lot of really good stuff and introduced us to Gvenor Jones. ”

"Gvenor Jones?" Ron's eyes widened behind his goggles. "Is that the captain of the Gvennow Jones Holyhead Harpy team?"

"That's right," Hermione said. "Personally, I think she's a little arrogant, but—"

"Enough talk here!" said Professor Sprout, hurrying over with a stern expression on his face. "You're lagging behind, everyone else has already started, and Neville has already picked the first sac!"

They looked around, and sure enough, Neville was sitting there with blood on his lips and a few dirty scratches on his face, but he was still throbbing with disgust with a green object the size of a grapefruit in his hand.

"All right, Professor, we'll get started!" said Vanlin, adding softly as she walked away, "perhaps we'd be better off whispering...... ”

"No, we shouldn't!" Hermione said immediately, looking as vehemently opposed to the half-blood prince and his spell as she had always been.

"Come on, then...... We'd better start doing ......," she glanced at Van Lin worriedly.

They took a deep breath and threw themselves into the stump of the tree, which was full of lumps. It suddenly moved, and slender, thorny-looking rattans stretched out from the top of the stump, waving in the air.

One of them got tangled around Hermione's hair, and Ron beat it back with a large pair of tongs, Harry managed to trick a few rattans into tying them together, and a gap appeared between the tentacles, and Van Lin reached in directly, but it retracted like a trap and wrapped Van Lin's elbow, and Harry and Ron worked together to pull the rattans apart, causing Van Lin to pull out his hand, and then he was holding a sac that looked like Neville's. The thorny cane was immediately retracted, and the stump full of lumps turned into a harmless, lifeless piece of wood.

"Listen to me, I won't grow these things in the garden until 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 sack from Van Lin's hand, and Harry handed over a bowl, throwing it into it with a disgusting expression.

"Don't be so nervous, squeeze out their juices, they're most useful when they're fresh!" Professor Sprout exclaimed.

"Anyway," Hermione continued their interrupted conversation, as if she hadn't been attacked by a piece of wood just now, "Slavhorn is going to have a Christmas party, and, you two, you can't escape this time, because he asked me to check which night you are free, so he's sure he can arrange the party on a night when you, mainly Harry, are fine." ”

Harry groaned. Ron, on the other hand, put both hands on the sac to try to break it, stood up and squeezed it with all his strength, and said angrily, "This is another party that only Slavhorn likes students, isn't it?"

"Only the Slug Club guys, yes," Hermione said. The sac flew between Ron's hands, slammed into the glass of the greenhouse, and bounced back into the back of Sprout's head, knocking off her patched old hat. Harry ran over to pick up the sac, and when he came back he heard Hermione say.

"It's a really bad thing. Van Lin sighed, in fact, he was not interested in Slug Club in Slauhorn, but as a price for pulling Slahhorn to Hogwarts, the names of the two of them appeared on the Slug Club list early in the morning.

So, if they didn't have a good enough reason that day, it meant they had to go to this damn slug club.

"By the way, there's one more thing. Hermione said, continuing to relay to Van Lin about the Slug Club.

"What?"

"That's the prom," Hermione said, "of course, there's no reason to say no, if you want someone else to be my Christmas partner." ”

"Wait, dance partner?" Harry's scalp tingled, "which means ......"

"Yes," said Hermione, "you'll need to find a dance partner, Harry, and of course you don't have to try the Slug Club guys, it's a hassle, but it's ......"

Harry's mind quickly crossed over a few candidates.

Autumn?

Oh no, the two of them are completely finished, so Ginny?

But Ginny has a boyfriend now, so, Luna?

The thought of the girl's unreliable nerves made Harry feel a little sore in his head.

"Oh, forget it, let's talk about it then, this time it's not a Three Witch Fighting Competition, and I'm not a warrior......"

In fact, the following days were no different from usual, and if there was a difference, Van Lin became more irritable and incomprehensible.

Van Lin originally thought that Dumbledore would make some arrangements for him in the follow-up teaching, but in fact, he did, and he was not even allowed to go to his office with Harry.

This made Van Lin a little confused, and Nicola had no clue what he had sent him, and even Van Lin really got a memory ball, but in fact, the memory ball did not turn pink at all, which made Van Lin wonder if the memory ball was broken.

But no one gave him any explanation, not even Tonks brought more news to Van Lin, and since that time Dumbledore showed Harry Tom Riddle as a child, he and Nicolame completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

No one knows where these two old guys, who represent almost half of the history of the wizarding world, have gone.

Katie Bale is still at St Mungo's Hospital and has no hope of returning, meaning that the surging Gryffindor team are missing a chaser.

But in fact, Harry has been training the team since September, and it can be said that he has put all his extra energy into the Quidditch team, and he has never wanted to find a replacement for Katie, hoping that she will return, but their match with Slytherin is imminent, and in the end Harry can only accept the fact that she will not be able to return in time for the game.

Harry didn't think he could endure another house-wide selection. Harry was in a bad mood when he stopped Dean Thomas after Transfiguration class one day, but it had nothing to do with Quidditch. Most of the class was gone, but there were still a few yellow birds chirping around the room, all of which Hermione had conjured, and no one but her had succeeded in summoning anything more complex than feathers out of the air.

"Are you still interested in being a chaser?"

"What...... yes, of course!" Dean said excitedly. Harry looked over Dean's shoulder to see Seamus Finigan tucking his books into his bag, looking sour. One of the reasons Harry didn't want Dean to join him was that he knew Seamus would be upset. On the other hand, he has to do what is best for the team, and Dean flew better than Seamo when it came to drafting.

"So, you're on the team," Harry said. "There's a training session tonight, seven o'clock. ”

"Okay," Dean said. "Hooray, Harry, oh my God, I can't wait to tell Ginny!"