I was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was referring to the twelve buildings of Grimmauld Place, the house on Sirius.- After more than three years of wandering around this magical world, is there suddenly a place to call "home" on this Christmas Eve?
Out of a certain kind of elusive psychology that I couldn't fathom myself, I didn't refuse immediately, but lowered my eyes, picked up the sweet lemon juice, and drank it all.The author has something to say: insomnia == Chapter 54 Merry Christmas Stepping into that house means that it will be more difficult to avoid the main thread of things in the future, I can't think of it.I avoided the question of whether or not to go back to Grimmauld Place, but thanked the dean, washed and dried the cup of lemon juice, put it in a tray, and left."
Don't forget to go back to the infirmary to get your gifts," Professor Flitwick added, "Madam Pomfrey is afraid that they will wither, so she will help you put them away." ”…… Sounds like I've received a lot of flowers.What do you think about giving a gift that doesn't make any real sense?
Is there anyone I know who is so boring?
I shrugged my shoulders and scurried back to the door of the Ravenclaw common room, the wooden door with a bronze knocker on it, and I thought absentmindedly about what had happened on November 24th.The Ravenclaw eagle on the knocker asks a pleasant question: "What problems are waiting to be solved in the existence of our generation?"
”"Oh, Happy Christmas Eve.Is your brain ruined by this damn holiday?
”I sighed, "The answer is, 'What is it?'"
What do you think?
Why?
’。
Please, next time, will you have some questions of normal difficulty?
”"You're happy too.The difficulty of the same question varies from person to person," said the Ravenclaw Eagle in an unfathomable manner, "This question is specially given to you." ”The wooden door swung open, and I wondered what it meant as I stepped into the academy lounge.The Ravenclaw lounge is the best in the whole school – and of course, the least accessible.If you want to get back to your dormitory, you have to climb to the top of the tower, enter through the wooden door of the guard's dormitory, and then go all the way down......
Fortunately, our dorm was not placed at the bottom of the room.The lounge was now covered with moonlight, and the tall windows let in almost all the stars in that direction.I parked in the middle of the break room.What is my existence, how, why?
I don't seem to even understand the first question."
Of course you're a wizard."
I was startled by a sudden voice in the seemingly empty lounge, and when I looked back, there was a vague figure in the shadows that the moonlight did not shine on."
Fluorescent flickering."
I took a half-step back and cautiously lit my wand.The darkness was dispelled, and Flolet tilted her head to avoid the light from my wand, and continued, "At least from my point of view, you are not the descendant of 53 magical creatures that can interbreed with humans, such as vampires, werewolves, beauties, water monsters, and centaurs, and you have above-average magical qualities, which means that you are not a squib, then you can only be a wizard." ”"I'm a wizard, that's lucky, Merlin forbid."
I twitched the corners of my mouth to see that he had a book on his lap and was even sitting in the same Scandinavian armchair he had worn a month earlier."
Do you like this chair?""
No, the truth is, I've been sitting here for a whole month.I haven't moved a place. ”Flolet said solemnly."
Oh, that's pretty convincing."
I nodded earnestly: "Happy Christmas Eve." ”Then he left Flolet, who continued to meditate, alone in the lounge.Turning down a few flights of stairs, I returned to my dorm room, saw the curtain drawn on the two guys, lit my wand again, and found at least a dozen Sirius grinning on the bed vacated in our dorm room (usually piled with miscellaneous items that were not used often) - all of them were all kinds of newspapers, several issues of the Daily Prophet, one issue of the Prophet, two issues of the Wizarding Weekly, Crimes of the Black Arts (a magazine published in-house in the Aurors' office), and a few magazines with his picture on the cover, and a few similar < Why can't we see what we should see clearly - a special booklet for the anti-Dark Lord hero in Azkaban's thirteen years >, and the rest is a poster made from all angles, large and small.There are so few stories about wizards these days that can interest them, and it seems that the legends, tragedies, and inspiring experiences of the handsome wizard who has successfully cleared his name after being wronged for more than ten years are really impossible not to get people to pay attention to.I shook my head.With Professor Flitwick and a few words alone, I can guess the dark tide of the wizarding world during this month.It's probably just that the Order of the Phoenix has developed a strategy of using Sirius as a bait, trying to provoke the opponent's nerves and disrupt their pace, and it is best to catch someone else to weaken Voldemort's power.Of course, I looked at a couple of posters and noticed Sirius who was grinning nonchalantly at the person who was taking the shot, and I thought I wouldn't be too surprised if someone ended up telling me that Sirius was my favorite and that it was in the limelight in the newspaper that caused the situation.Then again, if Voldemort had seen even the slightest hint of these deliberately incitement reports and photos, he would have wanted to crush this wanton provocative guy and feed the snake.I gave a smack and put the newspaper back in its place.The scarf in the closet fell out as I took out my other robe from the closet, and I bent down to pick it up, only to see a beautifully wrapped gift corner peeking out from under Benelli's bed.By the moonlight, I saw the little sticky note on the gift wrapping: to Vincent.Looking around, I found a lot of Christmas decorations that I hadn't noticed before, the alletoe parasitic tree hanging high, the golden bells, and the small Christmas tree high above the bedpost, which seemed to touch people's hearts even more under the light of the flickering candles.The peaceful and peaceful decoration is a little different from the festive and lively style of the Spring Festival, but the uplifting warmth conveyed in it is of the same origin.I took a deep breath and congratulated myself on a happy Christmas Eve.Placing my robe at the head of the bed, I walked to the door of my dorm and closed it softly absentmindedly, only to find something faintly sticking to the door.Santa Claus and angels?
I frowned and moved my wand to see the enlarged photo of Flitwick's headline for the 2nd of December: Sirius, who had just been acquitted (and received a large sum of money for it), smiling happily at the camera with his godson Harry (who had come to the auditorium on leave).Benelli and Danki, who were probably going crazy, put Santa's hat on Sirius's head in the photo, and gave him a spectacular snow-white fluffy beard, and then added an angelic halo and white soft wings to Harry, and wrote a large golden "Hallelujah" in the blank space, and a dark light flowing.…… Ah, it looks like everyone is starting to get stupid when it comes to the holidays.I pouted and tapped the poster with the tip of my stick.Then Harry's head lit up.- They forgot to draw a halo.Yawning and back to bed, I stared at the Ravenclaw bronze and blue drapery and was fascinated by what a lonely person would do on a warm holiday—reminiscing about the past.There are all kinds of images floating in my mind, there are pictures that I was lucky enough to be invited to visit when my country's particle collider was built, and there are also pictures of trying to write couplets with a brush at Hogwarts every spring (which of course ended up being scrapped without exception), and it felt like it was only a dozen minutes later, but the sky was now brightening.I pulled back the curtain and sat on the bed, waiting for my two roommates to wake up.Danqi was the first to open the curtain, and when he saw me, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Oh, you're back before Christmas." ”Benelli rolled out of the curtain of the bed and fell to the ground, got up and gave me a hug."
So, you've been dizzy long enough."
Benelli said.I chuckled dryly, and pushed the question back to the aftermath of returning from summer vacation (which I later learned was fortunate to match Madam Pomfrey's assumptions).Danqi and Benelli looked at each other, then looked worried."
What if it relapses again?"
Benelli asked."
Can you promise to wake up next time?
You don't even seem to understand what is going on this time, how you can get better as if nothing happened. ”Danqi said: "I advise you to take some responsibility for your own intelligence. ”I knew in my heart that it was a matter of order - because the information about Voldemort's return had been pushed back by Dumbledore for at least half a year before it was known, and I was the butterfly that stirred its wings in the whole thing of the chain reaction - but I wouldn't tell anyone about it, so I did my best to deal with the concerns of my two partners.When the concern about the coma waned, I remembered the mental generic potion he wanted to configure (to find out what Mrs.
Hornby was thinking) and asked him how he was doing, Benelli shrugged, "Not in time—although Floret did it for us later." ”"Oh, I'm sorry."
I apologized and tried desperately to find a way to compensate him.Benelli smiled and said, "It's okay.And Easter.When the time comes, I can figure out how to do it with Easter eggs. ”"He's saying we're going to have to make a catastrophic explosion in the Potions classroom until the potion is finished until the Easter break in March."
Danqi translated."
It's challenging."
I nodded."
Sirius is out of all his troubles."
Benelli said suddenly."
I already know."
I pointed to the magazines on the bed."
Merlin's beard, though you gave us a rough idea of what it was all about......
But I didn't expect the details to be so thrilling!
”Bellini exclaimed, "Your dad is cool."
How about getting me an autograph?
”I looked at Danqi suspiciously, and Danqi shrugged: "You definitely didn't have time to go out and inquire - I don't know why, he is even more popular than an idol!"
Your father's legend has fascinated many people—especially the Gryffindors—and of course, you've become popular, and girls think you've had a sad childhood, and you've received more invitations than either of us these days, even if you're lying motionless in bed.By the way, you also received a lot of flowers. ”The only information I can give back to them is the newspaper descriptions, and small details that have nothing to do with you-know-who - Merlin, I'm not going to tell them all about Voldemort's plot or anything, and involve them in these black-and-white struggles.Of course, the less you know about Voldemort, the better, otherwise you will only sink deeper and deeper into this dangerous quagmire.When I went to the auditorium for breakfast, as Danqi said, I really got noticed.But that's usually not a good thing.After taking a seat at the long table in Ravenclaw, I received a warm greeting from Pansy.She raised her slender and heroic eyebrows, and her neat short hair dangled in her ears: "Hey, White, I finally see you!"
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Can I ask you a question?
Why are you called White?
I mean, the newspapers only mention your and, oh, brave, exploited father, but vague about your last name......
"I ignored her, bowed my head and spoke to my companions—sitting next to the mocking, provocative Slytherins, learning to block out the harsh noise was a must."
Danqi swallowed the toast bread, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then picked up a cup of black tea and said seriously: "You owe a lot of problems to solve since the tournament was before that match, and I think it's imperative that you go to Bruce to talk to you."
This noble and elegant boyle always made me feel that something was wrong. ”"He hasn't been seen since the tournament," Benelli interjected, "and he and that Elaine never showed up.Fleur tells Danki that the two of them don't spend the night in the carriage very much, and always come and go......
Hi Fleur.We just mentioned you. ”"Oh, really?"
Fleur shook her long hair that radiated silver and white brilliance, sat down next to Dan Qi familiarly, and took something from the bread basket in front of Dan Qi and the long hair almost fell into Dan Qi's cup, but Dan Qi only gave in slightly.As soon as I let go of my hand, the spoon almost fell on the table.Fleur handed two slices of bread to her female companion, then took the knife that Dan had thoughtfully handed her, buttered her own bread, and said to me, "Long time no see—I heard you were killed by some Death Eater—is that right, Dan?"
”"That's right."
Danqi said."
Attacked by the Death Eaters with a strange spell, and has been bedridden.What kind of spell is that, can you tell me about it, huh?
I mean......
Vincent?
”Benelli stepped on me, and I recovered from the trances caused by the overly frightening overblow."
Bill!"
I subconsciously spat out the names that were echoing in my head."
Bill?
Are you saying it's a spell named after the creator?
”Fleur asked curiously.I was speechless and hesitated a few times, and then I was touched by the mysterious question of "who is Bill?""
Vincent, long time no see."
I immediately looked back and saw Bruce, who was said to have "not been seen in a long time".His eyebrows were raised, there was irrepressible joy in the corners of his eyes, and there was a strange smug look in his eyes.Bruce and Elaine, who had always been polite, only looked straight at me, pretending not to see the other four, and what was even stranger was that Benelli and Danqi were even more abandoned, and Fleur and her friends, who had always been at odds with Danqi, smiled very kindly and nodded to them."
Long time no see," I said, "haven't I had time to congratulate you on passing the dragon?"
”I immediately realized that I had taken the wrong word, and I glanced at him and understood that both sides immediately thought of the parlor where the duel had taken place six years ago.Bruce showed another strange excitement on his face, and then he smiled impeccably, "It's really thanks to you." ”"What a coincidence.I really didn't expect you to recover today.I was going to have Phillips pass it on to you. ”He took out a tightly sealed package from his robe and put it on the table, and left without breakfast.It was boxy, a little familiar, and had the red clay badge of the Boyle family, and I didn't think much of it, so I sat down in a chair and took it apart, and inside it contained the crystal box I had found in my own house under Vicky's watch.As soon as the sun hits on it, the delicate little box reflects a brilliant light, making people sincerely feel that this is the most crystalline and praiseworthy thing in the world.Fleur and her female companion let out an exclamation, and Bellini and Danki's eyes were drawn to it."
This is ......"
Danqi didn't say any more, exchanged glances with me, and then looked suspiciously in the direction Bruce had just left.Fleur looked back and forth between us, not making a sound."
I thought I'd never get this thing again."
I muttered to myself.After all, from my limited understanding, Bruce's status in the Boyle family is not very high, and I thought that he would definitely not be able to help me get back what was stolen.I carefully opened the box and found that the glass bottle containing the memories was not broken, and a white mist was floating slowly in the crystal bottle.I glanced at the lid and folded the vellum paper in which I wrapped the box, and as soon as I had done this, I saw Professor Flitwick beckoning to me at the faculty table.It had only been a few hours, and I was still hesitant to go to Black's house.But first of all, I can't find a reasonable reason to reject Flitwick, do I?
Come on, if you really don't want to go, your brain can help you come up with more than a dozen unassailable statements.A voice sounded in my heart."
Did Flitwick tell you to go back to Sirius?"
Benelli recognized the dean's mouth."
It's a good choice, Vincent – though we'll be reluctant to give you Christmas – have a good Christmas!"
He patted the bag on my back, which contained my homework for the month, a change of clothes, and, of course, my own observations of the world order.This doesn't make sense!
I thought, why would I want to go to the Black family's house for the holidays?
Where did this mood come from, in other words, what motivated me to go back?
You know.You feel lonely.You want to have a place to be.Oh well, talk to yourself and yourself?
The first step of schizophrenia.But I can't deny that the emotional version of Jiang Jin is wrong.I really don't like loneliness.So after the rational version of Jiang Jin reacted, he had already said goodbye to the others and left the auditorium with Professor Flitwick."
Farewell?
Oh, I have to tell you, I've been switching three ways of communication since a quarter past seven, and Grimmauld Square doesn't respond, but that's okay," Professor Flitwick said hurriedly, "and it's Sirius who's so famous—he's known for the unpredictable!"
The point is, Kingsley — an Auror, brilliant — was also in Grimmauld Place last night, and he exchanged information with me in the ministry this morning, and he said everything was fine there. ”"Have a good Christmas.Vincent, you're a smart boy, and you'll soon find out that dancing with the little girls is not like a Christmas reunion," said Professor Flitwick, who had put on his Santa hat and walked back and forth, the tip of his hat moving happily: "-Oh, you'll realize that there's always going to be people coming in and out of your house, and there's going to be someone explaining to you in no time about why -- take this."
After reading and remembering, and then burning it, you know what this thing is. ”A note mysteriously slipped into my hand was in the flowing font of the circle: Grimmauld Place Twelve.We walked into the faculty lounge and stood by the fireplace, where I picked up a pinch of Floo powder and sprinkled it over the flames in the stove.The warm red light immediately rose and turned into an eerie turquoise, strangely twisting in the air.Come on, why shouldn't I go there?
I suppressed the last bit of foreboding in my mind and said to myself that the important story of Christmas took place at Hogwarts, and I was not wrong to stay away.I said goodbye to Professor Flitwick and stepped into the stove, only to stumble over the edge of the wrinkled blanket and throw myself headlong into the flames."
Grimmauld Place Twelve."
I hurriedly said, lest I lie down in a cloud of ashes if I speak slowly.Flying through the fireplace, the rooms that flashed quickly in front of me all had a tall green decoration - the Christmas tree, and the next second I stopped in a daze, but instead of seeing a bright living room like I used to use the fireplace, I slammed my head against the hard wall with a loud bang.I opened my eyes and it took me three seconds to realize that it was too dark and not that there was something wrong with my optic nerves.I pulled out my wand and was about to heal, but I felt empty in my hands, and then I saw a pair of large, malevolent eyes that lit up in the dark."
The master has instructed Krichet not to disturb him anymore," the energetic elven muttered to himself, snapping his fingers, and my wand began to burn on its own, "Kreacher obeyed all Blake's orders.The owner must not be disturbed in the slightest. ”By the light of the fire, I saw that it was a small, enclosed space of brick and stone on all sides, not much larger than a standing coffin.What was running down my head, blurring my vision, I wiped my forehead and found that my hands were covered in blood.I shook my hand, and in the face of this strange face with obvious ill intentions, my irritability suddenly rose, and all the melancholy in my heart flew out of the clouds."
Hey."
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I squinted at it, thinking it would be a good idea to cut its head off, "That's your little master's third wand, idiot." ”Kricht's eyes rolled, and his gaze drifted away from me: "Kricher didn't know that people who didn't have the surname Black could claim to be Kricht's master.Kricher didn't think anyone with Boyle's blood could be called pure-blood. ”"A man who betrays his bloodline must not set foot in the Black house."
Krichet straightened its clumsy little waist slightly, then made a crunch and disappeared from the darkness.In the past three and a half years since I was in China, I am the first one who dares to do this to me.Beaten by Douglas Boyle, chased by old Crouch at school, and now a house-elf has come to show me his might!"
I can't deal with you without a wand?"
I was a little angry, and I cursed a few swear words, and I didn't know if Kricher could hear it.Damn house-elves, whatever important role-playing you have in the future, I'll stick your head on the board and hang it up when I'm out.The most important thing for intellectuals is their brains, you know!
There's knowledge in it that can't even be exchanged for three hundred long-nosed krichets, bastard!
I cursed with hatred, and raised my hand to carefully test the wound on my forehead.Hiss......
It hurts!
Depend on!
The author has something to say: it's finally time to get to Grimmauld Place.Yo~.PS, don't just stare at Sirius and look at friends == After reading various comments calling Siris, I feel that the protagonist has no sense of existence at all.The author has a faint, faint melancholy.This is the second watch.I love to worship me.Roar!
Chapter 55 Merry Christmas I touched the walls on all sides, it was old masonry, and the surface was the same as other buildings in England, with water droplets oozing out, and it was a little wet to the touch.In some places, tattered tapestries remain.Behind me was a heavy, nailed wooden door, with a few hundred years of ornamentation in the upper echelons of European wizarding circles — useful for the occasional concentration in a history of magic class — and if nothing else, it was a small room in the corner of Grimmauld Place Twelve that didn't look very pleasant.In this large coffin, it was a bit difficult to move my arms up and down, but I still found lines of words and graphics carved on the shoulders of the planks.It feels like it is old, and the carved things are about to be eroded by the dew in this small space.Ever since my wand burned out in the hands of the elves, it has reverted to the darkness of my fingers.I leaned back, brushing my fingers over the old marks and making them out with my heart.Lekris ......
I don't recognize this word, is it a person's name?
Well, there's also two pentagrams here.nob…… The word is, noble......
Ah, of course, noble, this is obviously a must-have keyword in the old pure-blood house.But if you think I'm going to do a puzzle or an escape room or something, you're wrong.It took me a minute to make sure that there was no way to resolve the matter peacefully, then I ripped my backpack off my shoulder, pulled open the outermost layer, and felt for a glass ball.The glass ball is filled with a cloudy inky liquid that is constantly flashing sparks on its own, and it looks a lot like a weather globe, but it has one more function than the weather globe: a violent explosion.It contains a small recipe that we stumbled upon in the process of improving the mind potion, which is a bit sluggish, and can only be used by a specific person.The opposite advantage is that the wand is not necessary to activate and does not hurt ourselves - because we have managed to add materials and mana to the potion that correspond to our wand ingredients.After the unpleasant house arrest vacation of the Boyle family, if I don't guard against it, my IQ is a bit too high.I thought about it, and realized that it was not safe to use only one, so I took another one out of my backpack, held it in my hand, and silently recited the incantation.Sunny.Then the sparks in the two glass balls became more frequent and violent, and the inky potion inside tumbled up and down, making it look like a terrible thunderstorm.When the glass balls began to burst into flames, I threw the two glass balls over the wooden door and crossed my arms to wait for them to work.After the last lightning bolt slashed silently, the glass ball exploded, flashing with jumping electric light everywhere, and then with a bang, the scattered electric light hooked together to emit a violent white light and a very infuriating explosion.Suddenly there was a hole in front of me, the thick wooden door was scattered all over the place, someone had chanted a spell and a gust of wind was blowing, and when the smoke that had filled the room outside had subsided a little, I recognized it as the living room from the glass-door cabinets (stuffed with Slytherin art) on either side of the stove, and then the glimmer of the armor charm, then Sirius, Lupin, and Professor Snape with his wand in hand.Suddenly, the hysterical shouts of the disturbed woman came from downstairs, which was supposed to be the portrait in the foyer.I seemed to break up the conversation in the living room before that—in a more intense way.The atmosphere of the scene is a bit subtle."
Hi.Happy Christmas Eve. ”I pretended I hadn't made such an explosion, and said with a smile."
It's a brilliant design that can be ranked in the top three of the ways I've seen."
Snape ignored my greeting, and spoke sarcastically first.As he spoke, some slag of masonry slipped down his head."
By the way, the drama you caused is on par with Potter's Fort Anglia.""
Why did you shed so much blood!"
Sirius strode over, skillfully casting a few healing spells, and he looked at the half-collapsed wall, as if he felt that there was no lack of comic effect in this way of appearing."
Don't tell me you hurt yourself......
Well, the wound is fine. ”His voice was raised, and he clearly felt that his own living room, which was in a state of destruction, was much more pleasing to the eye.Lupin also took a few steps forward, cautiously glancing at the small space I had come out of while Sirius was healing, and then looked back at me, as if trying to get me to explain what was going on.But it seems that because the only private communication we had last semester was obviously not very pleasant, he didn't take the initiative to ask.Unfortunately, he was probably the only person in the room at this point who wanted to know why I was the way I did, so the conversation never got to what he wanted to know.Professor Snape is the main culprit for the digression.He bent down to pick up something from the rubble-strewn carpet, looked at it, and said, "I always thought that the lesson 'don't blow up the house' was just an exaggeration by the parents......
But now it seems that maybe it's really important to teach the little wizards that. ”I blinked and saw that he was holding a glass ball in his hand, and the thunder and lightning were still tumbling inside.…… There was only one explosion just now, wasn't it?
This thing is indeed a bit sluggish.I repeated it in my heart.Professor Snape seemed to clearly think of it as an ordinary weather ball, and he weighed it in his hand and said, "I thought only a little girl would carry this thing with her......
Is there anything wrong with this thing?
”He noticed my tangled expression and looked at the "landscape ball" again.I quickly shook my head.Then gently advised him to throw what he was holding out.Snape narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but at that moment, a rainbow rose in the room—a byproduct of the explosion of the glass orb—and it was not very serious to say that it was a rainbow, because Benelli had managed to swap the seven colors, bronze, blue, red, gold, yellow, and black from top to bottom, and because Danqi and Parkinson's were quite incompatible at the time, he advocated not adding silver and green.None of the people present were stupid, and they quickly linked the "three-quarter Hogwarts rainbow" with the "wind and rain, thunder and lightning orb" in Snape's hand.We looked up at the rainbow in unison, and then at the glass orb of thunderbolt-like potion tumbling in Snape's hand.…… Snape's eyes slowly fell into his hands, and then he quickly turned his wand and recited the vanishing charm to the orb.I have to say that this is really very timely, because after the glass ball disappeared into this space, several lightning bolts were still dancing in the air.Sirius put his hand to his mouth and coughed.It was evident in the silence of the room.Snape glared at the three of us (including Lupin, who was absolutely innocent throughout), then pointed to the thick layer of dust on the round table and said, "I've got the list for you, don't waste time, get things done as soon as possible."
Leave. ”He had cast a cleansing charm on himself, but it was not wise, for as he walked outside, dust was constantly rising to his robes, and the ceiling was falling, so that by the time he reached the drawing room door, he was almost as dirty as he had been at the beginning.When the sound of the knock downstairs and the door closing was over, I officially greeted Sirius and said hello to Lupin, whom I hadn't seen in a long time.Sirius smiled and patted me on the shoulder, "Don't be so outward-looking.Oh, and happy Christmas Eve too.I suggest we change places for a cup of tea.It's not a good place to talk – although I appreciate the décor you've added to it. ”He waved at his almost ruined living room and the fading rainbow.Seated at the table below, Sirius called out to Cricht, who did not appear immediately, but he was not discouraged by this, but shrugged his shoulders happily as he prepared his tea and snacks with a bare motion."
I was expecting a touching reunion or something," he said, as he brought the tray to the table, "but now it seems, Vincent, you've surprised us." ”I laughed dryly."
There's enough to make clear this month," he pulled out of his chair and snapped his fingers, "Let's start with the beginning—how does it feel?"
Slept for a month?
”"I don't feel anything."
I say."
Madam Pomfrey insists on keeping you in her care.She said your mental state wasn't very stable......
"I raised my eyebrows."
It's not that you're crazy – it sounds like it – she's been noticing your terrible state since you came back from France for the summer.She estimates that you will only have two to three days off......
How do you feel.Is there anything uncomfortable on your body?
”He looked at me attentively."
Nope.I think the whole person is normal. ”Except for the fact that the body and soul are not matched."
We'll have to go to St.
Mungo to find out what's wrong with you."
He looked a little worried.I said yes without a complaint.After Sirius was concerned about the physical problem of "being in a coma for no reason" again, the topic continued to go down: "I guess you saw the news of Number 2.Thanks to the elixir, Crouch Jr. testified that he had seen Peter alive a few days before the exposure......
"He recounted what happened after I fainted, which I didn't see in the newspapers."
Professor Dumbledore and the others broke into Crouch's house and found that Voldemort was long gone.The whole house was left with a smell of death and evil.