The Fate of Harry Potter

Nidia has been thinking about whether she should say some words of comfort to Harry, but she has never been able to find a suitable opportunity, because Harry was unusually silent throughout dinner, and he clearly exuded an aura that made me...

The breath of peace and tranquility.

When she returned to the common room, Nydia saw that Harry's expression had improved a lot, and he was sitting at a long table with Ron doing their homework.

"What is this writing?" Nydia stared at the content on Harry's parchment curiously, "Are you cursing yourself?"

"Are you writing your homework for the divination class?" Michelle said in surprise. "You didn't predict your own fortune according to the requirements at all. You are just making it up out of thin air."

"Hey, you can't look at other people's homework so casually." Harry awkwardly covered his parchment with his hand.

"We are also predicting our own fortunes, but we are just using our own methods. Can you ensure that what we write will not happen?" Ron said.

"Really, so you will drown twice next week? Tell me how you did it, die twice," Michelle said sarcastically.

"This is a prediction. I predicted this and got a warning, so I will be able to avoid these disasters. This is the meaning of prediction, isn't it?" Ron said.

Ron's remarks simply found a very reasonable explanation for all those prophecies that ultimately failed to come true.

"You are totally unreasonable," Michelle said unconvinced.

"But I think they are right in writing this. Divination is not rigorous enough in the first place. Who can ensure that the results predicted according to the formal divination method will be accurate?" Nidia said, "Didn't you predict last time that you would

Was there a danger of being burned? In the end, nothing happened."

"Whose side are you on?" Michelle looked at Nitya angrily, "I think I'd better go find Lavender and Parvati to do their divination homework together, they are much more serious than you.

."

"Yes, they are so serious that they even worship Professor Trelawney." Hearing that Nydia agreed with their approach, Harry breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the parchment he was holding tightly.

Michelle turned around unhappily and was about to leave, but Hermione, who happened to come in from behind the Fat Lady's portrait, stopped her.

"Don't leave yet, come here." Hermione put a box she was holding on the table, and then sat down herself.

"What's in your box?" Ron asked curiously.

Hermione opened the lid of the box and showed everyone the contents. There were about fifty badges in the box, with different colors and the same letters written on them: spew.

"Vomiting" Harry picked up a badge and looked at it carefully, "What does this mean?"

"It's not vomiting," Hermione said impatiently, "it's spew, which means the Society for the Promotion of House Elf Rights."

"Is this an association you founded?" Nydia thought of the law books Hermione checked in the library. "You want us all to join, right?"

Hermione nodded with a hint of pride. Harry, Ron and Michelle's expressions turned ugly. They looked at the pile of badges in the box with disgust. No one wanted to read those badges written on them.

Wear the vomiting badge on you.

"I've been studying this issue in depth in the library. The slave status of elves can be traced back several centuries. I can't believe that no one has taken measures about this." Hermione said emotionally, "Our short-term goal is

To ensure that house elves receive fair wages and a good working environment, our long-term goals include changing the law that elves are not allowed to use wands, and also trying to get an elf into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, because the interests of elves are not fully utilized.

What’s happening is shocking.”

"You are the only one who is shocked, they like it" Ron said loudly, and after Hermione glared at him, he had to stop his remarks obediently.

"What should we do? None of this sounds easy. What difference can just a few of us make?" Harry asked.

"So we want to develop membership, and all participants must pay two silver coins to buy badges." Hermione turned to look at Nydia, "You must join, because house elves exist in your Field family.

It's been a long time coming, and if you can support this work, you will take the lead."

"Yeah," Ron suddenly agreed, "If you can get her to get her boyfriend to become a member, I think the effect will be better."

"Do you want all your hard-worked homework to be burned?" Nidia glared at Ron, who snorted unconvinced and turned his head away.

Hermione's expectant gaze gave Nydia a headache, "Hermione, I can join as a member and buy badges, but if you want me to carry a badge or do something else, I refuse, unless the house elf expresses his opinion.

Say they need someone to help them fight for the rights you want to give them."

Hermione was a little stunned by what Nidia said. Although the other three agreed with Nidia's point of view, it was difficult for Hermione to express it. For a while, no one spoke, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Get up. Just then there was a gentle tapping sound from the window, and a snow-white owl landed on the windowsill.

"Hedwig," Harry called in surprise, "just in time."

"It brought a letter." Ron pointed to a piece of crumpled parchment tied to Hedwig's feet.

Harry quickly took it off and sat down to read the letter. Hedwig flapped her wings and landed on his lap.

"What does it say?" Nydia guessed that this must be Sirius' reply to Harry, so she asked Harry excitedly.

"Oh no, I shouldn't have told him about my scar pain." Harry said angrily, "It's too risky for him to come back."

Nydia took the letter from Harry and looked it up. It didn't contain much content, but she also suggested that Harry tell Dumbledore about the pain in his scar. Moreover, he seemed to have realized that Voldemort was about to rise.

There are signs.

"What scar is so painful? Could it be the scar left by that mysterious man Harry?" Michelle took a breath of air, "Oh my God, could it be that he is lurking around us again?" After saying that, Michelle said in a panic.

Looked around.

"No, I don't think it was the case this time. I had the pain when I was still with the Dursleys. Voldemort couldn't have gone to the Muggle chassis." Harry said angrily, "I think all this must be because of me.

I’m heartbroken, it’s nothing at all, or maybe it wasn’t really painful at the time, it was just an illusion I had when I was half asleep and half awake.”

Nydia did not speak. She knew that this was not Harry's illusion. Voldemort was indeed planning something, and this plan must be related to his recovery.

"Harry, please tell me about your dream again." Nydia guessed that there might be some details in Harry's dream, "How did you feel at that time?"

"It feels very real to me. It's not like a dream. It's like I'm involved in it, just standing by and watching this dream happen." Harry tried to recall the scene in the dream, "Voldemort and Pettigrew."

In an old house, they were talking about some plan, and then a Muggle came in, and they killed the Muggle."

"Muggles," Nydia thought, "if there are Muggles where they stay, it means that the house is not a wizard's house, but just an ordinary Muggle house."

"Don't take this as what really happened. This is just a dream of mine." Harry said. "Maybe it's really just a stupid dream. If he comes back and gets caught because of my stupid dream,

, what should we do?”

"Harry, I think Sirius will be very cautious, and he can also turn into Padfoot. No one can catch him so easily. He is the only one who escaped from Azkaban." Nydia

Comforting Harry who was in a bad mood.

"I'm going to bed." Harry packed up his textbooks and didn't want to say more, "See you tomorrow."

Seeing that Harry was going back to the dormitory, Ron quickly packed up his things and followed Harry towards the boys' dormitory.