Harry showed a confused expression, and he handed the letter to Hermione and Ron who were yelling around, and they couldn't wait to read it.

"Ms. Jian, from the perspective of writing skills alone, you are indeed not suitable for writing books. It is a bit too straightforward... This is a joke. It is recommended that you start from the perspective of a girl's orphans and uncover the veil of the past layer by layer... As for how to wear them into a string, you might as well find a theme for the story that runs through the whole article.

Why does the mayor protect civilians?

Why is the boy willing to be an undercover agent?

Why did the girl's orphan survive?

As a side note, some information is known only to the person involved and the closest people, but it seems puzzling in the eyes of the bystanders. For example, I have a sniff, and it is called Valen. Only I know it sleeps for a few hours a day, and only I know it has been addicted to games recently and can't extricate itself... If one day it no longer has big hands, don't be surprised, maybe I banned its pocket money.

After reading your story, I am still sure of this.

Finally, it is recommended to change the name of the owl. When I called it 'Juweiqiong', it didn't look very happy."

After reading the letter, Hermione seemed thoughtful: "Is it really bad?"

Ron laughed out loud, "I said Hedwig shouldn't have been asked to hold the pig's name, that's too stupid." Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"You agreed at that time, too." She looked at Harry as if she was asking for advice.

Harry didn't notice her gaze, he lowered his head and thought, "What would it be the theme throughout the whole article? Is guilty? Not right, Voldemort has no guilt."

"Brother, the answer is quite obvious." Ron said. Harry glared at him, and Ron turned his head and whistled.

On the weekend, Harry ran into Snape again at the entrance of the library, and Snape came out from behind with two thick books.

Harry felt relieved. This meant that Snape did not have the keyword "Horcrux" locked. It would be normal to think about it carefully. Hermione had searched through the forbidden book area and couldn't find some reference materials. She also knew the name of the Horcrux!

The only book that mentions the word Horcrux is "The Supreme Poisonous Magic", but the author of this book is like deliberately sucking people's appetite and only speaks halfway.

How disappointed Harry was, how lucky he is now.

"Potter! What are you doing?" Snape strode over and said coldly. From this angle, Harry could see the cover of the book he was holding was a twisted witch's face. He seemed to be suffering from inhuman torture, his mouth was so open that he could stuff half a coconut.

"I'll come to the library to find books," said Harry.

He moved his eyes away from the cover of the book and stared at Snape's face. It was a completely spontaneous reaction. Snape had shown strong unreasonable hatred since their first meeting. Harry also hated Snape, whether it was his slowness, his de-tuning way of speaking, his cold stone-like eyes, his greasy hair and huge hooked nose.

These factors make Harry unable to like, let alone they get together. Even if they don’t count these, Harry doesn’t think Snape is a qualified teacher. His biased attitude is famous. Even Sirius is restraining himself and trying to remain fair, but Snape is deducting points unscrupulously...

"I don't think you're waiting for someone?" Snape said maliciously, staring at Harry's bulging pockets. "I guess your pocket contains contraband and hand it over. Felch will be interested."

Harry obediently took out the thing, which was a silver-gray substance like liquid, which fell from his palm to the ground, piled up into a pool, shining.

Snape took a breath of air conditioning.

"This is my invisible cloak, a relic left by my parents. It has saved me several times, from Voldemort's hands." Harry said in his eyes, "Professor Snape, is it a contraband?"

Snape didn't speak for a long time.

The two seemed to have a silent contest, at least Harry thought so. He was prepared for this. If Snape planned to confiscate it just as he wanted, he would turn around and get it back, because the Invisible Clothes was a birthday gift from Principal Dumbledore.

Snape moved his eyes away from his invisible cloak and stared at Harry's eyes. After a while, he said coldly: "Put it away!"

Harry slowly bent down and picked up the invisible clothes from the ground. At this point, he didn't know what to do. His plan did not tell him what to do next. He hesitated and felt a black look in front of him, and the hem of the black robe brushed through his hair. Harry raised his head and saw only a hurriedly leaving back.

Harry stared at Snape's back, and a strange feeling fermented in his heart. In the evening, he pushed open the door of the lounge, and Ron and Hermione surrounded him eagerly, "Where have you been, Harry? Yes, we've searched everywhere."

"I've gone to the bridge," Harry muttered.

"Covered bridge?" Ron looked at him inexplicably, "Why are you going there? It's so cold outside?"

"Think about something." Harry said vaguely. He returned to the dormitory, and did not take off his clothes, and lay straight on the four-poster bed. He did not sleep well that night, which caused him to go to class the next day with dark circles.

"Tell me what color this is, Potter?" In Potion class, Snape's eyes flashed with a malicious light. He spooned out the potion in Harry's cauldron and let it flow back, so that all the students in the class could see clearly.

"Green." Harry said stiffly.

"What color should it be?" Snape asked again in his unpredictable voice.

"Pink." Harry replied.

"Pink, it turns out you can tell." Snape repeated, and a burst of laughter came from around him. "Then you should know that the things you cooked are just a pot of wastewater... you can only get zero points, Potter." He waved his wand and the liquid in the crucible was wiped out.

Harry sat down expressionlessly, trembling with anger. He was not doing well enough, but Goll's potion was muddy, and Crab's cauldron was emitting foul odor and black smoke, but Snape gave him zero. Without thinking, he knew that Snape was targeting him.

He stared at Snape's back as he returned to the podium. This time Harry had no messy thoughts in his mind. He just wanted to chant an evil curse at him. The bat spell had a different temptation for him at this time. He had already imagined the scene of a group of bats flying out of Snape's huge hooked nose.

"Don't be impulsive, Harry." Hermione tried hard to persuade him to calm down. Ron had no time to talk, and his cauldron was steaming, spitting out yellow bubbles.

...

Felix had been wondering how Voldemort would appear in school in the Ministry of Magic until late January when he heard Sirius complaining.

"It's okay to find trouble," Sirius murmured in a low voice. It's breakfast time now. He is dealing with a steak that looks very resilient. The knife and fork hit the plate makes a sour sound. "I don't know why the Ministry of Magic sent a team of people to the school at this critical moment to check the phantom movement and the explicit effect of the minion... Can't I trust me?"

"It's not bad, Professor Flevy praises you." Felix said casually while looking through the "Prophet Daily".

"This is his habit." Sirius was still competing with his steak, because he used too much force and broke the plate. He pointed with his wand angrily, and the plate immediately recovered as before. He pointed again, and the steak was split.

"No, I have to ask Amelia, see what the hell is doing!"

Felix had no intention of getting involved, so he closed the newspaper and finished drinking the last little milk.

“What are you busy with recently?”

“Build a house.”

"Hmm, sorry?"

"It's really a house," Sirius said vaguely, "Build various terrain, you know that you can't do this in the castle, and I think classroom 7 is not real enough... I want to take students to the screaming shed to take risks, so that some traps can be arranged."

"You are still on your back and staying on campus." Felix reminded him.

"Thank you."

The two of them went to class separately, and the atmosphere of the ancient magical texts class in the seventh grade was very relaxed. Although it was the last year, the students' progress was always fast with various novel teaching techniques, which was the subject they had the least worry about.

Felix brought the students to Classroom 7, and two ghosts floated past them, chatting as they walked, "The dessert was good today."

Students are accustomed to this.

They passed through a barrier like a wave after another. Felix stopped at the door and waited until the last student jumped in. After a few seconds, a figure that was exactly the same as him condensed in the air.
Chapter completed!