In the last few days of the holiday, Harry and the others stopped training and began to look forward to the arrival of the new semester. Neville reluctantly said goodbye to them and returned to their grandmother. They made an appointment to meet at Kings Cross Station.

"Why do you think you've been weird lately?" Ron looked at Harry with confusion, while eating Harry's White Queen's pawn mercilessly.

"Is there any?" Harry shuddered and asked sensitively.

Ron widened his eyes, "Of course there is. Let me think about it, you often have no warnings, including the days when you returned to the burial residence. You can't even be interested in fighting Quidditch with Cedric! Take the initiative to give the opportunity to Ginny. Speaking of which, it's not right for Ginny..."

His expression of suspicion made Harry embarrassed: "I said, do you have any secrets?"

Hermione sighed after the book. Did Ron finally know? As a result, his words surprised Hermione. Ron asked with certainty: "Harry, are you planning to go to the Godreck Valley, and Ginny happened to know about it?"

Harry was dumbfounded.

"Why do you think so?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"I guess, there were several times when Harry staring at the photo," Ron said proudly, but the next second he became serious. "Harry, mom prohibits us from going out, at most, go to the burial house for some breath. Of course, if you have to go, we can put on invisible clothes and move with phantoms to go and go back quickly."

Harry shook his head, "Remus advised me not to be impulsive. I, uh, I haven't thought about it for the time being."

"What's that?" Ron asked.

"Because, because," Harry took a deep breath, and it was time, he thought. "I have mastered three unforgivable curses."

"The unforgivable curse!" Ron shouted with wide eyes, Hermione was also stunned. The thick book in her hand slid to the ground, which was completely different from what she thought.

It took a long time

"What do you think?" Harry looked at them nervously.

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder hard, "That's so cool, how did you do it? Did Professor Hepp secretly give you a small meal?" He guessed: "It's also possible that it's Dumbledore. You've been out quite frequently recently."

Hermione gave him annoyed look, "Impossible, the professor will never teach us these spells! Even the Aurors in peacetime will be strictly restricted, and all these Tonks told me."

Harry hesitated for a moment and still told his abnormality. From the night he came back from the Ministry of Magic, he told him about his special feeling when he woke up from bed. The next morning, Professor Shanghai Pu took him to test three spells, and after that, Dumbledore asked him various questions, and finally he had to leave two memories.

He breathed rapidly when he thought of one of the memories, and there was a scene of Ginny kissing the corner of his mouth. He should have removed this part!

But Dumbledore asked for the memory to be as complete as possible. Harry gave it out as soon as he was hot at that time, which made him regret it every time he remembered it. He didn't want to talk when he went out to make friends with Dumbledore... And Harry didn't know whether to feel regretful, but he really didn't get much chance to get along with Ginny alone, which made him worried about gains and losses, and suspected that he was self-indulgent.

Ron and Hermione are working hard to digest this amazing news.

"That's so simple? Did you learn those two spells in less than a morning?" Ron still felt incredible.

"Didn't you listen carefully? Harry was obviously influenced by the mysterious man. The professor just further verified this. Otherwise, it would not be that easy." Hermione looked at Harry and said seriously: "Harry, the professor is right. You must not relax your training on brain closure."

Harry responded muffled.

"It's no joke, Harry, from your symptoms"

"Symptoms?" Harry said angrily.

"Well, it's a phenomenon." Hermione carefully picked up the words, "It's strange that your connection with the mysterious man is getting closer and closer. When did it start?"

"Maybe after Voldemort resurrection," said Harry.

"But since it has developed into gaining his evil knowledge, it's no small matter, Harry," said Hermione patiently. "Black magic will affect human reason. You can imagine what the result of Voldemort's thoughts and you merge with you. Your personality may change unknowingly, and he may even implant a thought in your mind, making you think it's your own. Perhaps this is what the professor and Dumbledore try hard to avoid."

"Then what should I do?"

"Of course, it's about working hard to improve brain closure, and, uh, don't let yourself fall into negative emotions." Hermione said what she saw in the book, but these are all clichés, "I can help you, right?" She looked at Ron, and Ron hurriedly nodded.

At supper, Fred and George vividly told them about the new guards of the Sword Castle.

"It's about ten feet tall, like enlarged magic puppets. The materials used are more precious and spells. When they light up, the magical brilliance around them can be blinding... When you go to Diagon Alley, you will see two standing at the door."

"You are also involved? What are the abilities of these guards?" Tonks, who stayed to eat, asked with interest.

Fred sighed, "It was made by Professor Hepp alone, a week before our curse series. I really want to dig him into our trick shop." He made a face.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him sternly, and he obediently made a closure action, no longer talking about the word "Weasley Magical Tricks". However, Harry knew that Fred and George had even signed the store contract, right in Hogsmeade Village.

"Are there only two?" Harry said.

Fred and George looked at each other, "It's a secret."

Harry subconsciously held his breath, "So... are there many?"

"We can't say it well, really." Fred said: "There are about a dozen people outside?" He counted one by one with his fingers: "Two at the door, two at the door as soon as he entered the door, and then a few were placed on each floor... but these could not be all."

"Yes," George continued: "Since the professor came out of the laboratory, Fred and I discovered that several storage rooms were locked, but we couldn't open them, and only a few people had permission."

He spread his hands.

"We wanted to convince Penelo to let us go in and stroll while Professor Hepp was away, but she didn't agree even if she died. I guess there must be a magic puppet legion inside!"

Fred and George's eyes were lit up with excitement, and at this time Tonks became interested: "This thing is very fast to make? Maybe I should suggest that the department purchase a batch, if it is really cost-effective."

"Not yet," Fred dismissed his idea. "Only Professor Hayp can make magic guards. I heard that it involves extremely profound memory magic...but he is not in the company now."

"Professor Happ is not in the company? Where has he been?" Harry asked.

The twins shook their heads.

"Penello and Cremy should know that they have the means to contact the professor in their hands, and Remus should have it, but we don't always see him."

"The professor may be dealing with the Muggle world, and he will take a few days every year for it," said Hermione.

"His one mention to you?"

"Oh, uh, I guessed it randomly," said Hermione.

When Felix appeared again, it was already the last day of the holiday, and he also brought three letters.

"I took the time to go back to school. Minerva was so busy that I helped bring the book." Felix said, Harry, Ron and Hermione each held their letters and couldn't wait to disassemble them.

"It should have been here long ago," Ron said as he opened the envelope, "school will start tomorrow."

"Maybe it's too busy. Professor McGonagall has spent two days dealing with the school's affairs." Harry guessed, he opened the envelope and contained two parchment papers. One reminded him to start school as usual, and the other was the book to be used this year.

"There are two new books to buy," Hermione reads the above content, "Standard Spell, Level 5, by Miranda Goshaq; "Practical Magic Elementary", by Felix Hepp, Hydestrian Vera. Professor, have you published a new book?"

Felix nodded slightly.

"Huh, who is the other author?" Hermione asked, staring at the book.

"He is the president of the Ancient Magical Arts Association. You should have seen him and Professor Machiban went to school to listen to classes." Felix explained: "Because of the tight time, Mr. Vera and I simply sorted out the practical magical arts that need to be used in the five grades, organized them into a book in terms of difficulty and teaching order, and then separated later. The textbooks will be distributed by L.C.A Publishing House."

"Why are there no book with dark magic defense?" Harry repeatedly looked at the book list and asked.

"Didn't Sirius tell you?" Felix asked.

"No, he"

"Did it fall?" Ron shook the envelope, "Hey, there is really one, let's see." He suddenly opened his mouth wide and did not move.

"Do you have other things?" Harry leaned over to Ron with some surprise. At this time, Hermione opposite turned the envelope upside down and a golden red thing slipped into his palm. Harry subconsciously pinched his envelope, which was empty.

"Class." Ron moaned, "I was selected as Chief."

Ron and Hermione became the chiefs of the fifth-grade Gryffindor Academy. Felix was a little surprised by this result, but he understood Dumbledore's intention after thinking about it. The chief was both a right and a responsibility, and Harry had already carried too much responsibility.

But Harry obviously didn't understand yet. His heart was empty at this moment. He could only say congratulations in pale words, far less sincere than Mrs. Weasley who came to hear the news.

In fact, no one was more surprised than her, and even the freshly released chief herself was not as good as her.

"I can't believe it! I can't believe it! Oh, Ron, it's so great! Senior!" She hugged Ron excitedly, and the water stains on the wet rag in her hand dripped all over the floor. She generously promised to give her youngest son a gift.

"Can I get a new broom?" Ron asked expectantly.

Mrs. Weasley looked at him with some embarrassment, and then smiled, "Of course, I can, then see you later, I will go get the shopping list of Fred and George. In addition to the broom, I will also buy you new books. Oh, by the way, there are also Ginny's portion, that's a lot of things." She giggled and left.

Ron stopped in place, and for a while, his eyes rolled, "Fred and George will die of jealousy, they will definitely do it! But who cares? I am a senior, I will have a new broom soon! Oh, no."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked dryly, feeling his voice seemed to be spoken from someone else's mouth.

"I should add some more money and take out a portion of the bonus so that I can buy a better broom." Ron said happily, his eyes starting to shine, "Yes, that's it. I'll talk to my mom now."

"Professor," Hermione asked Felix in a low voice, "Can I call my home? Use the public telephone from the outside community? Mom and dad know the meaning of the senior manager, and they will be happy."

Felix thought for a while, "Let's do this, Miss Granger, you haven't been home for a long time. Take this opportunity to spend time with your family. I'll pick you up tonight."

"Then I'll pack my luggage." Harry said awkwardly.

He returned to the bedroom alone, with the suitcase on the table open like a big mouth, as if silently mocking him. Harry picked up a dirty piece of clothing from the bed and sat blankly on the bed, until then he had time to think.

He almost forgot about the matter of the chief, but when it really happened, he could not pretend to be invisible. If he had to choose one of them, he would definitely want to become the chief, rather than Ron. Harry felt a little uncomfortable. Did he think he was better than Ron? He didn't want to make himself look arrogant, so he tried hard to find reasons for himself. My Quidditch was better and his duel ability was stronger... But what about that? I didn't set a gap with Ron in other subjects. But outside of the subject, Harry thought indignantly that he had done so much about the adventures they had experienced together and those who had been through life and death. Principal Dumbledore knew so much.

But he couldn't help but correct himself. Ron always stood with him, and never retreated even when facing Voldemort. He didn't have the reason to be an enemy of Voldemort like him. So Ron seemed to be more noble? At this time, a voice appeared in Harry's mind, but he snatched your honor.

"No, that's what he deserves." Harry whispered to himself, but the voice began to buzz again, and kept clamoring, and Harry miraculously understood. You did more, but were not understood, and did not get the rewards he deserved. The voice spreads dark thoughts to him, and maybe he should teach him some lessons and use the newly learned spell...

"That's not my idea," Harry said to himself, "Ron is my best friend." He stood up and almost fell. He gasped, his expression on his face quickly changing, and sometimes it seemed to become another person.

"Someone needs to go and see the brain." The blank canvas in the frame on the wall mocked.

Harry glared at the canvas, but there was nothing there, like the clocks that fired screws at people, the snuff bottles that bit people, and the display case that he had seen before coughing up the cabinet door, and the display case that spewed out a large stream of dust as soon as he opened the cabinet door, was another proof of the old, purity and companionship of the Black family.

"You're wrong," Harry shouted, the canvas didn't respond to him.

After a while, Harry heard the footsteps, he hurriedly lowered his head and stuffed the clothes in his hand into the box. Ron jumped in.

"Catch it up!" he said happily, "I pushed half of the bonus in. I could just change the sweep series to 2000. Actually, I can buy 2001, but I think I should save some money. I also want to buy birthday gifts. If the "Future World" company releases a new product... are you okay?"

"Great, Ron, I mean you will have a good broom right away and you can consider joining the team." Harry said, pausing, feeling that this sentence was indeed sincere and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
To be continued...