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Crabbe and Goyle are whispering at Slytherin's dinner table. Although both of them are clumsy big boys, they are particularly lonely without Malfoy's pale and lanky figure in the middle and Malfoy giving them orders. Harry didn't think much about Malfoy, and his hatred focused on Snape. He did not forget the fear in Malfoy's voice at the top of the tower, nor did he forget that Malfoy's wand had fallen before the arrival of several other death eaters. Harry didn't believe Malfoy would kill Dumbledore. He still hates Malfoy because he is obsessed with dark magic, but now this hatred is mixed with a little sympathy. Where is Malfoy now? What did Voldemort order him to do when he threatened to kill him and his parents?

Ginny poked Harry and interrupted his thoughts. Professor McGonagall stood up and the sad murmur in the auditorium immediately calmed down.

"It's time," she said. "Please follow your dean to the meeting. Gryffindor, come with me. "

They filed out from behind the bench, hardly making a sound. Harry caught a glimpse of Lagerhorn standing at the head of the Slytherin procession, wearing a luxurious bright green robe embroidered with silver thread. Besides, he had never seen Professor Sprout, the president of Hufflepuff College, so neat and clean, and there was no patch on his hat. When they went to the hall, they found Mrs. Pins standing next to Filch, wearing a thick black mask that hung down to her knees. Filch was wearing an old suit and tie and smelled of camphor balls.

Harry walked out of the gate and came to the stone steps, and found them walking towards the lake. The warm sunshine shone on his face, and they silently followed Professor McGonagall to the place where hundreds of chairs were placed. There is an aisle in the middle of the chair and a marble table in front. All the chairs face it. This is the most beautiful and pleasant day in summer.

Half of the chairs have been occupied by people of all kinds: some are in rags, some are neat and decent; There are old people and young people. Most people don't know Harry, but he knows some of them, including members of the Order of the Phoenix: Kingsley Shackleport, Mad Eye Moody, Tonks-her hair miraculously turned bright pink again, remus lupin Tonks shook hands with him, the Weasleys, Furong helped Bill, followed by Fred and George in black dragon leather jackets. In addition, there is Mrs Maxim, who occupies two and a half chairs by herself. Leaky cauldron's boss Tom, ArabellaDoreen Figg, Harry's squib neighbor, the heavy-haired bassist in the Weird Sisters' Choir, the knight driver Erne Pollan, diagon alley's robe shop Madam Malkin, and several people whom Harry just looks familiar with, such as the waiter in the pig's head bar and the witch pushing a car on the Hogwarts express train. The ghost in the castle has also come. They can hardly be seen in the sun, and they can only be recognized when they walk, flashing illusory light in the bright air.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny are sitting in the last seat of the row of chairs by the lake. People are whispering. The sound is like a breeze blowing through the grass, and the birds are particularly loud. The crowd is still coming. Harry fell in love with them when he saw Luna holding Neville in a chair. On the night Dumbledore died, only two district attorneys answered Hermione's call. Harry knows why: they miss the prosecutor most ... maybe they often take out coins and hope that the prosecutor will organize activities again ...

Connelly fudge walked past them and walked towards the front seat. He pulled a long face as usual and turned his green hat. Later, Harry recognized rita skeeter and was annoyed to find a notebook in her red paws. Then he recognized dolores umbridge and flew into a rage. Umbridge put on a sad expression on his toad's face, and there was a black velvet butterfly on his iron brown curly hair. When she saw Firenze Centaur standing by the lake like a sentry, she was frightened and hurried to a distant seat.

"Dear, come to dinner this weekend. Remus and Mad Eye are coming-"

"No, Molly, really ... thank you very much ... good night."

On Monday morning, Harry and Ron were discharged from the hospital. Under the care of Madam Pomfrey, they have fully recovered, and now they are enjoying the benefits of being knocked down and poisoned. Best of all, Hermione and Ron made up. She even took them to breakfast and brought the news that Ginny and Dean were quarrelling. The sleepy beast in Harry's chest suddenly looked up and sniffed the air hopefully.

"What are they arguing about?" He tried to ask in a casual tone. The three of them turned into a corridor on the eighth floor, and only a very young girl was looking at a tapestry of a troll wearing a tutu. Seeing these sixth-grade students coming, she seemed very scared and dropped a heavy copper balance in her hand.

"Nothing!" Hermione said gently, walking quickly to help her. "Come on ..." She said, tapping the broken balance with her wand. "Back to normal."

Without thanking her, the little girl stood like a log and watched them pass by. Ron looked back at her.

"I think the balance is getting smaller."

"Leave her alone." Harry said impatiently, "What are Hermione, Ginny and Dean arguing about?"

"Oh, Dean thinks it's funny that Maclagan hits you with a bludger."

"This must be interesting." Ron said fairly.

"It's not funny at all!" Hermione retorted fiercely, "It's really scary. If Gute and Pecks didn't catch Harry, he might be seriously injured! "

"Well, there's no reason for Ginny and Dean to fall out over it," said Harry, still trying to pretend to be casual. "Are they still together?"

"Together-why are you so interested?" Hermione asked, glancing sharply at Harry.

"I just don't want the team to have any more problems!" He spoke quickly, but Hermione still looked suspicious when a voice behind her shouted, "Harry!" " "He turned with relief.

"Oh, hello, luna."

"I went to the school hospital to find you," Luna said as she rummaged through her bag. "They said you were released from the hospital ..."

She put an onion, a spotted umbrella mushroom and a lot of cat litter in Ron's hand, and finally pulled out a roll of dirty parchment and handed it to Harry.

"... I brought this to you. "

It was a small paper roll, and Harry immediately saw that Dumbledore had invited him to class again.

"Tonight." As soon as he opened the parchment, he said to Ron and Hermione.

"You explained it very well last time!" Ron said to Luna when she got back onions, toadstools and cat litter. Luna smiled evenly.

Half an hour later, when he came to have breakfast, he looked very angry. Although he sat with Lavender, Harry didn't see them say a word. Hermione seemed oblivious to all this, but once or twice Harry saw an inexplicable smile pass over her face. She seems to be in a particularly good mood all day, and even promised to read (that is, help finish) Harry's paper on herbs in the common room at night. Before that, she was adamant because she knew that Harry would lend it to Ron to copy.

"Thank you very much, Hermione." Harry patted her on the shoulder and looked at his watch again. He found it was almost eight o'clock. "Hey, I have to hurry, or I won't catch up with Dumbledore."

She didn't answer, but listlessly crossed out some of his bad sentences. Harry grinned, climbed out of the portrait hole and ran to the principal's office. The Gargoyle-shaped stone monster jumped away when he heard "Toffee Finger Cake". Harry climbed the spiral staircase step by step, and the clock inside struck eight when he knocked at the door.

"Come on in." Cried Dumbledore. Harry reached for the door, but it was flung open from the inside, and Professor Trelawney stood there.

"Aha!" She pointed dramatically at Harry and winked at him from behind the magnifying glass. "That's why I was rudely kicked out of your office, Dumbledore!"

"Dear Sybil," said Dumbledore angrily, "no one wants to kick you out rudely, but Harry has an appointment. I really don't think there's anything to say—"

"Good," Trelawney said in a very sad tone. "If you refuse to get rid of Xu, so be it ... maybe I'll find a school that appreciates my talent more ..."

She pushed Harry away and disappeared on the spiral staircase. Hearing that she stumbled halfway, Harry guessed that she might have stepped on one of her long shawls.

Harry, please close the door and sit down. Dumbledore's voice is a little tired.

Harry did so and sat in the old seat in front of Dumbledore's desk. He noticed that the pensieve was there again, and there were two small crystal bottles filled with rotating memories.

"Professor Trelawney still doesn't like teaching in Firenze?" Harry asked.

"I'm not happy," said Dumbledore. "Divination class is much more troublesome than I thought. I have never taken this course myself. I can't let Firenze go back to the forest because he has been exiled. I can't let sibyll trelawney leave. Between us, she didn't realize how dangerous it was outside the castle. She doesn't know yet-I don't think it's wise to tell her this-she made a prediction about you and Voldemort. "

Dumbledore sighed deeply and said, "But don't worry about my teacher. We have more important things to talk about. First of all-did you do the homework I assigned last class? "

"Ah," Harry suddenly remembered, because of apparate class, Quidditch match, Ron's poisoning, his skull fracture, and his determination to find out what Malfoy was doing, he almost forgot how much Dumbledore wanted him to get Lagerhorn's memory ... "Well, I asked Professor Lagerhorn after potions, but, uh, he wouldn't give it to me."

Silence.

"Oh," said Dumbledore, staring at Harry from above his half-moon glasses. Harry felt like he was being irradiated by X-rays. "Do you think you have tried your best? Have you brought your intelligence into full play? Have you tried everything? "

"eh." Harry was speechless and didn't know what to say. His attempt suddenly seemed so insignificant. "Er ... Ron took ecstasy by mistake that day, and I took him to see Professor Lagerhorn. I think if I can make Professor Lagerhorn happy, maybe-"

"Did it work?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, no, sir. Ron is poisoned-"

"-naturally, so you forgot to look for memory. I didn't expect any other reaction, because your good friend was in danger. However, once it was confirmed that the Weasley class reunion was fully recovered, I thought you would go back and do the homework I assigned. I have explained to you the importance of memory. In fact, I have tried my best to make you realize that it is the most critical memory. Without it, we will only waste time. "

A burning sense of shame spread from Harry's head to his whole body. Dumbledore didn't raise his voice, and there wasn't even anger in his words, but Harry would rather he shouted. This cold disappointment is more painful than anything.

"Sir," he said in despair, "it's not that I don't care. I only have other-other things ..."

"You have other things on your mind," Dumbledore helped him finish. "I see."

They were silent again. This is the most embarrassing silence Harry has ever experienced around Dumbledore. It seems endless, but it is interrupted from time to time by Armando Dippet's snoring on Dumbledore's head. Harry has a strange sense of smallness, as if he had become smaller since he entered the room.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he said, "Professor Dumbledore, I'm really sorry. I should do more ... I should have thought that if it wasn't really important, you wouldn't let me do it. "

"Thank you for saying so," Dumbledore said quietly. "Then I can't hope you can mention this matter to the premise from now on? Without that memory, it would be meaningless for us to attend classes in the future. "

"I will, sir. I'll get it. " Harry said eagerly.

"Then let's not talk about this now," said Dumbledore in a more kindly tone, "and then tell the last story. Do you remember where you are? "

"Yes, sir," said Harry at once. "Voldemort killed his father and grandparents, and people thought it was his uncle. Then he went back to Hogwarts and asked ... Professor Lagerhorn about horcruxes. " He whispered in shame.

"Very well," said Dumbledore. "Now, I hope you remember that when I taught you alone, I told you that we would enter the field of speculation and speculation."

"Yes, sir."

"I hope you also think that all the facts I have shown you so far are quite reliable, from which I infer Voldemort's situation before he was seventeen."

Harry nodded his head.

"But now, Harry, the situation is more vague and strange. If it is difficult to find evidence about young Riddle, it is almost impossible to find anyone who can remember adult Voldemort. In fact, I doubt whether there is anyone alive besides himself who can tell us in detail about his life after leaving Hogwarts. But I have two last memories to share with you. " Dumbledore pointed to two sparkling crystal bottles next to the pensieve. "After that, I will be glad to hear your judgment on whether my conclusion is reasonable."

All classes have been suspended and all exams have been postponed. In the next two days, some students were hurried out of Hogwarts by their parents-the morning after Dumbledore's death, the parvati twins left without breakfast, and Zacharias Smith left the castle with his cocky father. Seamus finnigan flatly refused to go home with her mother. They quarreled loudly in the hall. Finally, his mother agreed to let him stay for the funeral, and the quarrel was over. Seymour later told Harry and Ron that it was difficult for his mother to find a bed in Hogsmeade because so many wizards and witches flocked to the village to say goodbye to Dumbledore.

The night before the funeral, a pink-blue carriage the size of a house was pulled by a dozen huge winged silver maned horses, which fell from the sky and landed on the edge of the forbidden forest. The junior students are very excited. They have never seen such a sight before. Harry saw from the window a tall, handsome woman with black hair and yellow skin stepping down from the carriage and throwing herself into Hagrid's arms waiting there. At the same time, a delegation from the Ministry of Magic, including the minister himself, was arranged to live in the castle. Harry tried to avoid meeting any of them, believing that sooner or later they would ask him about the last time Dumbledore left Hogwarts.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny stay together all day. The sunny weather seems to mock them. Harry can't help but imagine if Dumbledore hadn't died. Now it's the end of the term, Ginny's exam is over, and the homework pressure is reduced. They are together all day ... he knows what he has to say and what he should do, but he delays hour after hour because he really can't bear to give up what can bring him the greatest comfort.

They go to the school hospital twice a day. Neville has been discharged from the hospital, and Bill continues to be taken care of by Madam Pomfrey. His scar is still so shocking. To tell the truth, he looks a bit like Mad-Eye Moody now. Fortunately, his eyes and legs are still intact, but his character seems to have not changed at all. The only change is that he suddenly likes to eat very raw beef now.

"... it's a good thing he wants to marry me," Furong said happily while helping Bill pat the soft pillow, "because the British always fry the meat too hard. I have said this many times. "

"It seems that I have to face the reality. He is really going to marry her." Ginny sighed and said that she was sitting by the open window of Gryffindor lounge with Harry, Ron and Hermione that night, looking out at the fields in the twilight.

"She's not that bad." Harry said, "It's a little ugly." Seeing Ginny raise her eyebrows, he quickly added, and Ginny barely smiled.

"Well, since mom can stand it, I think I can do it, too."

"Has anyone we know died?" Ron asked Hermione when she saw her browsing the Evening Prophet.

Hermione was startled by his deliberately bold voice.

"No," she said discontentedly, folding the newspaper. "They are still looking for Snape, but there is no clue ..."

"Of course not." Harry said that every time he mentioned this topic, he would get angry. "They can't find Snape unless they find Voldemort. Since they haven't found him for such a long time ... "

"I'm going to bed." Ginny yawned and said, "I haven't slept well recently because … well … I need to catch up on sleep."

She kissed Harry (Ron turned away sensitively), waved to the other two, and then went to the girls' dormitory. As soon as the door behind her closed, Hermione leaned over Harry, with Hermione's unique expression on her face.

"Harry, I found something in the library this morning ..."

"Royal College of Art?" Harry sat up straight and asked.

He is not as excited and curious as before, and he is bent on getting to the bottom of the casserole. He only knows that he must first find the original whereabouts of the horcrux before he can explore the dark and tortuous road in front of him-at the beginning, he and Dumbledore set foot on that road together, and now he knows that he will go on alone. There are about four horcruxes hidden somewhere, and he needs to find them and destroy them one by one in order to finally destroy Voldemort. He kept reciting their names secretly, as if this would attract them: "The locket … the cup … the snake … something from Gryffindor or Ravenclaw … the locket … the cup … the snake … something from Gryffindor or Ravenclaw …"

After falling asleep at night, this spell seems to be still beating in Harry's mind. As a result, his dreams are full of mysterious things such as cups and lockers, but he can't reach them. Although Dumbledore enthusiastically handed him a rope ladder, the rope ladder turned into a snake as soon as he began to climb. ...

The morning after Dumbledore's death, he showed Hermione the note in the locket. She didn't recognize which unknown wizard she had read in the book, but since then, she has been running to the library all day, which is unnecessary for a person who has no homework.

"No," she said sadly, "I've been trying, Harry, but I can't find anything ... but there are two famous wizards whose names start with these letters-Rosalyn Antioch Bans ... Rupert Axbanzi Brookstanton ... but they don't match at all. From that note, the person who stole the horcrux should know Voldemort, and I can't find any clues to prove that Bunce or Axbanzi have anything to do with Voldemort ... Actually, what I want to say is about ... well, about Snape. "

She looked nervous when she mentioned the name again.

"What happened to him?" Harry asked gruffly, and then sat back in the chair.

"Well, I was right about the half-blood prince," she said hesitantly.

"You have to which pot does not open mention which pot, hermione? Do you know how I feel now? "

"No-no-Harry, I didn't mean that!" She said in alarm, looking around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. "I mean, I was right when I said that this book turned out to be Irene Prince. You know ... she's Snape's mother! "

"I don't think she is a beauty." Ron said Hermione ignored him.

"I leafed through the rest of the old daily prophet and found a humble notice that Irene Prince married a man named Tobia Snape, and then there was a notice that she gave birth to a-"

"-murderer." Harry snapped.

"Yes ... that's right." Hermione said, "So ... I was right. Snape must be proud that he is' half a prince', understand? According to daily prophet, Tobia Snape is a muggle. "

"Yes, that's right," said Harry. "He pretends to be pure blood, so that he can get mixed up with lucius malfoy and others ... he is like Voldemort. Pure blood mother, Muggle father ... He was ashamed of his origin, wanted to make others afraid of him with dark magic, and gave himself a new name-Voldemort-half-blood prince-why didn't Dumbledore-?"

He stopped and looked out of the window. He can't help but think of Dumbledore's unforgivable trust in Snape ... but as Hermione inadvertently pointed out just now, he, Harry, has also been cheated ... Although those scribbled spells are getting more and more cruel, he still refuses to believe that the boy who used to be so smart and gave him so much help is a bad person. ...

Gave him help ... now that I think about it, it's unbearable ...

"I still don't understand why he didn't expose you for using that book." Ron said, "He must know where your knowledge comes from."

"He knows," said Harry bitterly. "He knew when I used the spell. He really doesn't need to be fascinated by spells ... he might have known before that, because Lagerhorn always said how good my potions class was ... he shouldn't have left his old textbooks at the bottom of the locker, should he? "

"But why didn't he expose you?"

"I don't think he wants to associate himself with that book." Hermione said, "I think if Dumbledore knows, he will be unhappy." Even if Snape denies that the book is his, Lagerhorn will recognize his handwriting at a glance. In short, the book stayed in Snape's original classroom. I'm sure Dumbledore knows that Snape's mother is called Prince. "

"I should show this book to Dumbledore." Harry said, "He always wanted me to know how evil Voldemort is at school, and now I can prove that Snape is also-"

"The word' evil' is too strong." Hermione said softly.

"Didn't you always tell me that book was dangerous!"

"I mean, Harry, you blame yourself too much. I thought the prince had a cruel sense of humor, but I never expected that he would become a murderer in the future ... "

"None of us expected Snape to be like this ... you know." Ron said.

They were silent and everyone was lost in thought, but Harry believed that the other two people, like him, all thought of Dumbledore's body being buried the next morning. Harry has never been to a funeral before. When Sirius died, there was no bone to bury. He doesn't know what will happen then. What will he see? How would you feel? He's a little worried. He wondered if Dumbledore's death after the funeral would be more real to him. Now, sometimes that terrible fact almost knocked him down, but more often his heart is blank and numb. Although the whole castle is talking about it, he still finds it hard to believe that Dumbledore really doesn't exist. Of course, he didn't desperately look for some loopholes like Sirius died, and eagerly awaited Dumbledore's return ... He reached into his pocket and touched the cold chain of the fake horcrux. Now he takes it everywhere, not as a talisman, but to remind himself of its price and what to do.

The next day, Harry got up early to pack his bags. The Hogwarts Express will leave one hour after the funeral. He went downstairs and found the atmosphere in the auditorium very depressing. Everyone is wearing long gowns, and it seems that no one has a big appetite. Professor McGonagall emptied the throne-like seat in the middle of the teacher's desk. Hagrid's chair is also empty. Harry guessed that he might not be in the mood for breakfast. But Snape's seat is rufus scrimgeour, looking out. His yellow eyes scanned the auditorium, and Harry avoided his eyes. Scrimgeour is looking for him, and Harry feels very uncomfortable. In scrimgeour's entourage, Harry saw Percy Weasley with red hair and horny glasses. Ron didn't show that he knew Percy was coming, but he cut his smoked fish very hard.

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