Hogwarts: Who uses a crowbar in wizard duels?

The Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix are tasked with tracking down and dealing with the prisoners who escaped with Voldemort.

Kevin and his group only got a general idea of ​​what had happened before returning to their own affairs.

Tonight is Professor Horace's dinner time.

Harry and Ginny both changed into more formal-looking outfits.

Then they gathered in Kevin's workspace to discuss their lines and see if Kevin had any ideas on how to get information out of people.

"Huh? You're asking me about how to get information out of someone?"

Kevin pointed to himself, a question mark appearing above his head.

Do I look like someone who would try to extract information from others?

Hearing Kevin's remarks, Harry rolled his eyes in exasperation.

I wonder who almost figured out the color of Hagrid's underwear back in first grade.

"Professor Dumbledore hasn't been able to get any real information out of Professor Horace in all these years, so forcing it on him is definitely useless, Harry."

Hermione, on the other hand, started giving Harry advice.

"I remember you said that your mother was once his student."

"You can try using this as a starting point."

Harry nodded upon hearing Hermione's suggestion; he understood immediately.

His parents were killed by Voldemort, and this fact could be used to break Horace's psychological defenses and make him feel guilty.

"Based on my observation of Professor Horace, he is a very strong egoist."

"Whether it's educating students or winning them over, it's all about expanding your social resources."

"You can guide him to turn the confession into a heroic act, because it's an important step in our fight against Voldemort."

At this moment, Kevin slowly spoke up, though he didn't know if it would help with getting information out of him.

"Kevin is right, the last thing is a sense of crisis."

"Voldemort even dared to lead his men into the Ministry of Magic, what else wouldn't he dare to do?"

"We must hurry up and eliminate him, otherwise no one will be able to escape in the end."

"Professor Horace needs to understand that concealing is more dangerous than confessing."

Hermione continued.

Although these were all truths that could be understood with a little thought, having someone help him organize his thoughts did make Harry feel much more at ease.

It's not that Kevin is unwilling to help.

Rather, it was Horace's psychological defenses that Kevin couldn't break through. Even Dumbledore couldn't force Horace to hand over his true memories, clearly indicating that he was someone who responded better to gentle persuasion than force.

The only option is for Harry to win Harry's heart with his sincerity.

After all, he had the same eyes as his mother, and was also an unpolished gem.

Horace was least wary of him.

Kevin is different; he's already in Snape's shape. Horace, at most, will only have a normal teacher-student relationship with Kevin.

The dinner party was approaching, and Harry and Ginny set off together.

Interestingly, before they set off, when Ginny was adjusting Harry's tie, Harry kept giving Kevin a resentful look.

Although Ginny knew that Harry was looking at him like that because Kevin had stood him up.

But I still couldn't resist giving Harry a whack on the head.

I was helping him tidy up his appearance, but he was looking at other people.

This is simply unbearable.

After being slapped by Ginny, Harry turned back dejectedly and looked at Ginny with the deepest affection in his eyes.

This scene made Hermione, who was sitting next to Kevin, laugh so hard she almost fell over.

After that, Ginny took Harry's hand, and they set off together.

Watching them leave, Hermione leaned against Kevin.

"Kevin, do you think we can get any information out of Harry?"

"If he can't get it, then we can abandon this plan."

Kevin smiled and said, "Because there is no one more suitable than Harry."

"In addition to this dinner, Professor Horace is also preparing a ball for Christmas. Kevin, let's go to the ball."

Hermione blinked and looked at Kevin expectantly.

Thinking back, the last time I attended a dance was two years ago.

She and Kevin officially started dating just before that dance.

So Hermione wasn't interested in the dinner party tonight, but she was quite interested in the ball.

After all, she can wear beautiful clothes and dance with Kevin.

"Oh, of course, beautiful Miss Granger, I sincerely invite you to be my dance partner."

Seeing Hermione's expectant little eyes, Kevin played along perfectly, inviting Hermione in a funny tone.

"Oh, of course, handsome Mr. Kevin, I would be more than happy to be your dance partner."

Hermione, barely managing not to laugh, imitated Kevin's tone and said in a quirky way.

pat!

Kevin snapped his fingers, and the record player in the corner automatically started playing beautiful and romantic music.

He gentlemanly extended his right hand to Hermione, and Hermione gracefully extended her left hand, placing it on Kevin's right hand.

The two slowly stood up, Kevin's left hand clasped around Hermione's lower back, pulling her into his arms, their eyes meeting.

Their eyes didn't hold that mushy affection; instead, they were filled with amusement, as if they were about to burst out laughing like idiots at any moment.

However, in order to maintain their image at this moment, both of them tried hard to remain 'serious'.

Then they danced and twirled in the small room to the music.

The scene was incredibly beautiful and romantic for a moment.

But after only two spins, Kevin's feet got tangled, and he accidentally stepped on Hermione's foot.

With a loud clang.

The two of them fell to the ground together.

Hermione lay on top of Kevin, unharmed, but her shoulders were trembling, not from the fall, but because she couldn't hold back her laughter.

"...Pfft...Hahaha Kevin...you, hahaha!"

Hermione buried her head in Kevin's arms, her laughter escaping her lips. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and threw her head back, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face.

"No, what are you laughing at, hahaha!"

Hearing Hermione's laughter, Kevin couldn't help but laugh along.

They didn't even know what they were laughing at; it just suddenly seemed really funny.

It could be laughing at their clumsy dancing, or at their funny words, or simply at their happiness and desire to laugh.

Hermione patted Kevin on the shoulder to tell him to stop laughing, but the two of them laughed even louder.

Ron and Draco, who were planning to come over, stopped knocking.

They exchanged a glance, then retreated slowly in unison.

If I go in now, I'll probably have to crawl out...

Inside the room, the two laughed for a while before finally calming down.

Hermione was too tired from laughing to get up, so she just lay on Kevin and rubbed her chin against him like a kitten.

Kevin gently stroked Hermione's back, enjoying the moment of tranquility.

If only Voldemort weren't around, I could spend every day carefree with Hermione.

Once I find the last Horcrux, I'll clean Harry of all the filth.

I just charged straight into Voldemort's lair and blew him up.