People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Harry shut his mouth immediately when he saw Snape. He had been hesitating whether to tell Professor McGonagall his guess.

Now he felt it would be best if he said nothing.

Ron rubbed his nose in embarrassment, Hermione slid her feet across the floor, and Afro looked up at the candles on the ceiling.

In short, no one looked at Snape.

Snape snorted coldly and turned his eyes to Blaise.

"I'm just passing by." Blaise nodded calmly, as if to increase his credibility.

Snape looked straight at him, then whispered something to Professor McGonagall, grabbed Blaise by the collar and led him out of the office.

"Thank you very much for telling me what happened. I'm going to visit Katie now. I wish you a happy holiday."

Professor McGonagall opened the door to her office and watched them leave.

"Who do you think gave the necklace to Katie, or who did she want to give it to?" Ron couldn't help but ask as soon as he left the office.

"Whoever opens the package will touch the necklace," said Hermione.

"Many people are possible." Afro felt a little hot. She took off her scarf and pretended to think, "For example, Dumbledore. The Death Eaters are eager to kill him."

"Slughorn, the man they all wanted to win over, and Harry, Voldemort's greatest enemy."

Avro's words made Ron and Hermione feel uneasy. They had to admit that these people were the number one enemies on the Death Eaters' list.

"Of course Harry is the least likely, otherwise Katie would have given the necklace to him in the pub." The girl added.

"Actually, I have a suspect." Harry interrupted their discussion with a loud voice, startling Ron.

"Then why didn't you tell Professor McGonagall?" said Ron.

Harry looked around carefully to make sure no one had heard him. "Professor McGonagall won't believe it, and Dumbledore isn't here..."

"I saw Flint, Pansy, and Crabbe in The Three Broomsticks before."

Aphrodite and Hermione exchanged a look as they reached the Fat Lady's portrait.

"Even for them, their plan this time is not very thorough." Ron stroked his chin and expressed his thoughts while waiting for the portrait to rotate and let them into the lounge.

The common room was packed, and word of Katie's attack had not yet spread. Ron carelessly shoved a first-year off a couch and sat down himself.

"But they are very suspicious. And Theodore and others also said that these people's families have joined the Death Eaters." Harry said angrily. He was angry that his friends were always unwilling to believe him.

Afro grabbed Ron and pushed him away from the chair, asking the student to sit down again. "Harry, the difference between truth and suspicion lies in whether there is evidence to support it."

She paused, looked at Harry and said firmly, "But Flint is not a first-rate thinker."

After all, the world consciousness directly added this plot line to them.

Afro lowered his head and couldn't help laughing. It turned out that the world consciousness was also a makeshift platform.

Dumbledore called Harry into his office on Monday night and did not let him back into the common room until curfew.

The first class of the next day was Herbology. From the moment he entered the hall, Harry seemed absent-minded.

"Harry, did Dumbledore say anything about Katie?" Hermione lowered her head to check if the textbooks she brought were correct, and casually asked Harry about what happened over the weekend.

Harry's eyes went straight, and he mechanically put a spoonful of nut cereal into his mouth. "Dumbledore said that Snape had stopped the spell from spreading so quickly."

"She's lucky." Afro handed Harry a tissue and pointed to the yogurt on the corner of his mouth.

Harry was still in a daze, and after breakfast they walked through a vegetable patch towards the greenhouse.

"Dumbledore showed me something, actually," Harry whispered.

If there weren't only four of them in the vegetable garden, no one would have heard Harry's voice, because his voice was really too soft.

"What is that? Did he find out who took the necklace?" Ron nonchalantly pulled at a wet leaf, revealing the muddy soil underneath.

"It's much stranger than that. It's Voldemort as a teenager."

Harry told them what he saw in the Pensieve in Dumbledore's office. Voldemort's tragic life experience and miserable childhood...

"It's a bit scary!" Ron whispered as they stood at the door of the greenhouse putting on protective gloves. "I don't understand why Dumbledore let you see this? What's the point?"

"I don't know." Harry carefully checked Avro's gloves to make sure they could protect the girl's hands properly.

At the same time, Afro also checked his and Ron's.

"I think it is necessary to understand Voldemort as much as possible so that you can find his weakness." Afro said to him seriously while replacing the gloves that Ron wore by mistake.

Hermione nodded in agreement. "Aphrodite is right. This is a very meaningful thing—"

"No more whispering!" Professor Sprout said to them sternly.

"Okay, professor, we'll start right away." Afro said in a muffled voice through the protective shield.

Sprout turned around, and Harry and Avro took a deep breath and began to pick up the remaining roots buried in the soil.

"Slughorn is planning to hold a Christmas dinner. Harry, you can't escape this time." Hermione grabbed two vines and tied them together into a knot.

Aphrodite immediately took out a pair of scissors and cut off all its branches and leaves.

"Who knows, he might come and invite you in a few days."

Harry was miserable. He had always avoided these invitations by going to Dumbledore for tutoring in the past, but now it seemed that he had to go at Christmas.

"This party is specially used to entertain the rich and powerful." Harry said angrily, using all his strength to hold down the pod.

Before Aphrodite and Hermione could say anything, Ron stood up suddenly and squeezed the juice of the pod into the bowl. "Oh, the Slug Club. That's ugly."

His tone was familiar, and Afro seemed to see Ron's face suddenly turn into Draco's.

"I hope you enjoy the party," Ron continued in Draco's characteristically sarcastic tone.

Afro lowered her head and bit her lips while laughing, her facial features were distorted. In the end, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and then laughed too.

"Hey! What are you laughing at?" Ron looked at them angrily, his face turning red for some reason. "Did I say something wrong?"

"That's right." Afro laughed so hard that she covered her stomach with one hand and pulled up her mask with the other hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. "Ron, can you tell us how many Draco we should eat?"

Draco, who was standing not far from them and struggling with the pod, said: ???