People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched twice, and he obviously didn't think Grindelwald's answer was correct. But he wouldn't dwell on these trivial matters at this time.

"Can I tell Hermione and Ron about this?"

"Of course, it's your right."

Dumbledore nodded at him and flipped through another book on the table. "Well, I think Arthur will be home soon. You will see him before the holidays are over."

Snowflakes are still floating outside the window, covering the earth like a piece of white paper.

"Aphrodite, have you and Dumbledore been looking for Horcruxes?" Harry held the girl's hand, his thumb unconsciously rubbing her fingers, his heart feeling like a potion being stirred.

"Since the second grade, to be exact."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Afro looked at the pair of green eyes, which were like tender leaves newly born in spring, flashing with the light of life, making her involuntarily indulge in this fresh and unworldly green.

"Harry, the professor and I just learned about the Horcrux. Before this, we thought of it as a weapon."

Harry thought back to what the Order of the Phoenix had said at Sirius's house during their fifth year.

"Is this the secret weapon you mentioned last time?"

He pulled Avro along the marble staircase connecting the two towers, the only sound in the empty corridor being their footsteps.

"No, last time I meant the prophecy ball."

Harry lowered his eyelids in disappointment. He actually hoped that the legendary secret weapon was Voldemort's Horcrux rather than a crystal ball that determined fate.

"Afro..." He pulled Afro's figure with a little force, his eyes filled with worry, fear, and complex and endless love.

"I know you're smart and capable..." Harry stared into her eyes and said seriously, "I shouldn't stop you from your brave adventure, but I hope you can put your own safety first, even before mine."

“Nothing is more important than your life.”

Afro felt that her soul was being touched softly, with an indescribable warmth.

Time seemed to stand still, all the noise around faded away, leaving only the pure emotion deep in my heart flowing slowly.

"Harry, you have to believe me." She held the boy's hand tightly, as if she was taking an oath, "I will be safe and sound, and I will be with you forever."

Thanks to Dumbledore's operation, the Ministry of Magic quickly sent a car to take the children back to the Burrow during the Christmas holidays.

"So Voldemort has had a Horcrux weapon all along?" Ron was standing at the kitchen sink helping Mrs. Weasley wash vegetables.

"Ron, it's a Horcrux, it's not a thing, nor is it a weapon." Hermione corrected Ron's mistake while wiping the empty plate.

"It's all the same anyway."

Ron shrugged nonchalantly.

"So our next task is to find the remaining two Horcruxes?" George said as he sat down at the dining table and put his feet on the table.

Then, Percy slapped him with all his strength.

"Ouch!" George yelled exaggeratedly, as if Percy's light slap broke his leg, "Aphrodite~"

Afro glanced at his exaggerated performance indifferently.

"Who knows where those two Horcruxes are?" said Fred, yawning. "Maybe he has them hidden under his bed, just like Ron did."

Ron angrily threw the knife he was cleaning at him, but Fred lazily waved his wand and the knife turned into a paper airplane.

"Ron! Stop throwing knives everywhere!" Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen and happened to see this scene.

She walked around the kitchen, then held her forehead and said distressedly, "Noah, Sirius and Remus are all staying today. I'm afraid we'll have to squeeze in."

"It's okay, Mom." Bill comforted her kindly, holding a dagger in one hand and turning it between his fingers.

Although Christmas had passed, Ginny and Molly still decorated the Burrow colorfully.

Fred and George were playing Crackling Explosion cards with Avro under the table. Noah kept stealing glances at them, as if he was looking for something.

Bill propped his chin up and smiled as he watched his two younger brothers secretly change the cards, and then they were discovered and beaten up by the girl.

Percy and Mr. Weasley were eating their turkey and talking about the Ministry, while Harry stared at the plate of mashed potatoes in front of him as if they were little angels on the Christmas tree.

Lupin sat by the fireplace with a haggard look on his face, mechanically stuffing food into his mouth.

"Is the Ministry busy?" Sirius raised a goblet of red wine and saluted Mr. Weasley from a distance.

"It's very busy. A month has passed and we haven't caught those three yet." Arthur shook his head in distress.

Afro and Percy met eyes across Ginny and Hermione. They smiled at each other in tacit understanding, then looked away from each other.

"Uncle Arthur," Harry said suddenly, and Mr. Weasley turned his head to look at him.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"Well... I found out something at school..." He told Mr. Weasley about the conversation between Goyle and Snape. "I suspect Goyle and the others are plotting something, such as dark magic props."

Mr. Weasley thought for a long time before he said, "I will have members of the Order of the Phoenix check their home."

After dinner, all the children crowded into the attic, intending to spend the holiday all night.

Noah saw that there was an empty space behind Afro, so he tiptoed carefully and squeezed past Harry.

As if his movement was too sudden, Harry waved his wand subconsciously, and Noah was hung upside down on the ceiling by an invisible rope.

"Harry Potter!" Noah's eyes were covered by his robes, and he was swaying in the air with his teeth and claws bared.

Everyone was scrambling to put him down.

"Harry, can you remove the spell?" Afro asked.

Harry recalled the contents of the textbook, raised his wand and muttered.

Noah was put down, but he covered his arm and stayed away from him.

Potter definitely did it on purpose!

"Hey, buddy, where did you learn this trick?" Ron asked Harry excitedly, approaching him.

Harry put his wand back into his pocket. "That's the book."

"That's so cool! Too bad I still have two months before I can use a wand."

Hermione frowned and said seriously, "You dare to learn a random spell written in a book?"

"Just a spell," Ron muttered.

"How do you know Voldemort didn't put it there on purpose!" Hermione raised her voice and glared at Ron angrily.

"What a fuss, isn't it? It's just an old textbook."

Ron and Hermione started arguing with each other, while Harry stood aside, looking dazed.

He finally understood why this spell looked so familiar!