Chapter 189 Let’s be together (for all the stars shadow the moon slowly 945)

This adds another layer of mystery to Hibiscus.

Even Hagrid couldn't hold himself back, flipping through books, sometimes asking Fleur for advice, and even planned to visit Newt Scamander, the legendary master of magical beasts, during Christmas.

Christmas is coming.

Krum formed a dance partner with a senior Slytherin wizard. Only Fleur was still struggling and couldn't find a suitable dance partner. She felt a little resigned and thought about whether to simply become a dance partner with Hagrid.

Thursday, December 22nd.

As soon as Harry got up, the breath wrapped around his wrist began to tingle, reminding him that the date was approaching.

I scratch it every half hour, making me very restless.

Harry ignored him and went through the training and classes step by step. He was put in solitary confinement by the professor at night, and then he put on the sorting hat and set off to the principal's office.

In The Marauder's Map, Dumbledore is very restless.

Harry looked up, and the others followed suit.

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore nodded, sat opposite him, waved his wand, and a glass of milk appeared in front of him.

Harry interrupted: "Do you think I will hold you back?"

Harry's eyes were deep.

Hermione Granger walked out of it. She wore light makeup and was slightly embellished like hibiscus water. Her hair was pulled up and fixed with a crystal crown-style hairpin. She was wearing a light purple robe, as smooth as water waves, casually.

As she moved, faint ripples of starlight overflowed.

"That's ten pounds!" Harry said with emphasis.

Harry nodded and sat down knowingly: "I came to you because I have something to say."

Harry didn't say anything, Fawkes flew to Harry's head and squatted down with a coo.

After saying the password, Harry opened the door and walked in.

"Tell me a story about you and your old lover?" Harry asked naturally, "Maybe you can give me some inspiration and experience?"

Harry nodded.

"Then let's see you on the 27th?" Harry stood up and said goodbye to him.

Dumbledore waved to him: "Harry, you have to leave some thoughts for this old man like me."

Dumbledore said softly: "You are not someone who likes to 'cause trouble' so much."

Fox sighed.

Harry finished the milk in the cup: "Your old lover seems to be a fortune teller? Is he very powerful? How is he better than Professor Trelawney?"

Lavender confidently walked over and took Hermione's hand: "Of course, Hermione is the heroine today, and she should be like this."

Regardless of the identity of the warriors or their attire, they are like the bright moon among the vast stars.

"I'll go with you." He spoke slowly and firmly.

Among all the people, he was the only one whose clothes were somewhat ragged.

As he spoke, he paused: "I also asked her to pay attention to the massacre of the Gaunt family back then. I very much suspect that it has something to do with Senior Tom."

He wore a dark green tuxedo and wore a "Draco" star brooch on his chest. He puffed out his chest proudly and stood upright but elegantly.

On December 25th, with the anticipation of all the little wizards, Christmas finally arrived.

"It's only been a month."

"I'm just a bad old man, how can I help you?" Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

Harry picked up the cup and took a sip: "Recently, I asked Skeeter to help me collect information and possibly find the location of a Horcrux."

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory.

Dumbledore sighed and said nothing, but his attitude said everything.

"Huh?" Dumbledore was startled. He reacted greatly. For a moment, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle and he looked at Harry's wrist.

Can prophecy be achieved to this extent?

He thought of the sentence in that letter, "Go to Albus on Thursday night and tell him that you want to set off with him." It was an extremely accurate prediction.

Crookshanks is very smart.

Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen, and he didn't have Maxim's eye-catching figure, but Karkaroff was easy to spot and he stood out.

The Sorting Hat translated for it: "Fox asked you when will you make a deal again. It doesn't have much rations left."

Dumbledore opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally let out a long sigh: "Poor Skeeter."

Dumbledore was stunned.

Fred pinched his brother's face: "Oh my God, it's hard to believe that you changed enough when school started, but today..."

Harry took off Fawkes and stuffed it back into its nest. He looked at Dumbledore and said expressionlessly: "Professor, you can't be too presumptuous with yourself, let alone your own phoenix. Ten pounds, that's

A full ten pounds."

Hermione was wearing high heels and was not used to it. With Lavender's support, she walked cautiously until she reached Harry. Lavender took Hermione's hand and handed it to Harry: "Mr. Potter, today is very special."

Miss Langer belongs to you, so be kind to her."

"He can almost be said to be the spokesperson of fate. He himself has a pair of heavenly eyes that can catch the traces of fate."

Fox tilted his head and let out an embarrassed squeak.

"I just told her that senior Tom liked to go into the girls' bathroom when he was in school." Harry said expressionlessly, "It's just a small thing. I thought she would like it very much. After all, it was a gimmick, but she seemed to be frightened.

Already."

Harry's scar is not terrible, it adds a wild charm to him that ordinary wizards, not even Krum, can possess.

"Is there a way to solve the Horcrux problem?"

"You and I thought of going together." Dumbledore nodded, "I'm also doubting this, but I'm a little busy today, so I decided to go take a look, so you came over."

There weren't a lot of materials, so he always planned to use some sparingly.

My waist was straightened, my dark circles were removed, and my skin that was dull due to staying up late became smooth and delicate.

Harry looked at him: "How many days later can we go?"

It seems that it is no longer necessary now.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment and said in a questioning tone: "Rita Skeeter?"

Dumbledore muttered, and Fawkes also screamed in grievance.

"I can occasionally feel the scar heating up during this period, but it's very weak. Occlumency is very useful. It protects my brain, but if it's not eradicated, it won't give me peace of mind."

Harry shook his head and said in a firm voice: "There is no benefit in being immersed in the past. We have to find a solution now."

The three schools had a friendly match before the second round of the competition. The little wizards who had not become warriors were preparing for a snowball fight. They were making a lot of noise, and the sky turned dark, and it was finally time for the party.

Horcruxes are extremely advanced black magic, a field that he has never set foot in. What's more, for more than ten years, Horcruxes have been almost integrated with Harry's soul. Occlumency is the only way he can come up with for the time being.

Malfoy stood alone, without a partner.

"After Christmas, you have to give Aunt Petunia some rest." Without the Sorting Hat's translation, Harry heard what it wanted to express and raised his hand to touch its head, "It's not like rations were conjured out of thin air."

"If I could have discovered it earlier fourteen years ago, maybe I could have solved it." Dumbledore said in a ashamed tone.

Dumbledore was stunned and shook his head slightly: "Of course not, but maybe you can come back tonight, maybe it will take a long time. I don't want you to miss the Yule Ball, which is a very memorable day for you and Miss Granger."

Ron poked his head and looked around the lounge. The missing figure had not yet appeared: "What's wrong with Hermione? Why is she as slow as Ginny? She was not like this before."

"Hermione?" George exclaimed.

The snow was falling heavily, and the whole castle was wrapped in a vast white.

"Believe me, you boys will be surprised."

"But he."

Since the first prediction is true, the following things should be treated more carefully.

They were noisy.

"Of course, this is my responsibility." Harry solemnly took Hermione's hand and asked her to take it.

Harry looked expressionless and nodded: "It's really him."

There were many people gathered at the entrance of the auditorium.

Harry changed into the tuxedo with gold and red trim and put on the stag brooch.

Harry nodded: "Senior Tom's mother is from the Gaunt family."

Dumbledore thought and nodded slowly: "Then after the ball, on December 27th, you should have one day to date Miss Granger."

The tuxedo was covered with cat nives' bite marks, owl claw marks, and even the hair that was shiny with hairspray was filled with a faint smell of bird droppings - none other than Hedwig, Bowes and their...

A group of friends.
To be continued...