Unable to explain why Harry was the one who drank but lost his mind, Snape straightforwardly gave Harry five days of labor service.
Every day, he had to go to the underground classroom to clean up the crucibles used by the students for Snape. After cleaning the pot for three days in a row, Harry finally realized that Snape's stern face in class every day was actually excusable.
"Potter, reinforce those crucibles over there — especially Mr. Longbottom's." After Snape finished giving the order, he snorted from his nose and turned another page of "Abyss Magic" in his hand.
"Yes, Professor."
Professor, 'said Harry, drawing out the words with a sigh.
This made Snape's face even darker.
Rubbing his sore hands, he came out of the cellar and remembered that there was still one last rehearsal tonight.
Harry's heart sank.
He walked listlessly to the corridor outside the dining hall. A yellow fluffy ball bumped into the boy's feet.
He looked down.
Harry shouted, "Pikachu?"
The little Rubby Beast, who had been living a comfortable life in the girls' dormitory, had completely turned into a ball.
It was so round that it was a bit unworthy of its name.
Harry was stunned. It took him a lot of effort to pick it up. He picked it up and shook it again.
The nut shells fell all over the floor.
"This … How did Ginny feed you? By the way, where is Ginny? Why are you here alone? "Harry scratched the little Rubby Beast's chin and asked.
Pikachu hummed a few times comfortably. After hearing Harry ask about Ginny, its round eyes blinked, and the naturally upturned corners of its mouth seemed to curl up. In general, it was obviously in a bad mood.
Thinking of Ginny, which he had seen recently, Harry's little heart almost sank to his stomach. "Where is Ginny now?"
The little Rubby Beast jumped down from Harry's arms, then shook its head and motioned for Harry to follow.
In fact, everyone knew that something was wrong with Ginny. The most intuitive manifestation was that she was no longer inseparable from Luna.
At first, everyone thought that it was just a small conflict between the best friends and that it would be over in a few days. However, it was not. Even though they were on the same set, the two girls rarely spoke. Luna usually disappeared after the meeting. Ginny held a pile of parchment and hurried through the crowd, but she did not talk to anyone.
Ron, who was worried, said, "I suspect that Lockhart did something!"
As the so-called "object of the scandal," Lockhart was indeed quite suspicious. His interest in Ginny was obviously more than a professor's interest in an ordinary student. According to Harry's observation (with the invisibility cloak), Lockhart had privately contacted Ginny more than once.
"But Ginny doesn't look like she's in a relationship!" As a girl, Hermione felt that she still had a little right to speak.
Harry also agreed. In addition, if he were to judge, instead of saying that Ginny was in a relationship storm, it would be better to say that she was possessed. And the person who caused this abnormality … was not Lockhart, but Kamia.
Looking at the red-haired girl hanging upside down from a tree by the black lake, Harry pursed his lips, his eyes deep and dark.
Little Ruby rushed to Ginny before Harry did, waking the girl from her contemplation. Harry then stepped forward and shouted, "Ginny?"
"Oh … Harry …" Ginny was stunned for a moment, then a bright smile appeared on her face. She then nimbly turned over and jumped down from the tree. "Hey, Harry, why are you here? At this time … "Looking at the ripples on the lake, the girl smiled and said," It should be dinner time? "
Harry smiled helplessly. "Yes, that's why I came to ask you to have dinner."
"Uh, is that so? Actually, I'm not that hungry yet … but it's always good to eat a little. "Ginny took a deep breath." There's a rehearsal tonight, right? "
Harry did not answer Ginny. Instead, he was silent for a moment and said, "I just saw you hanging on a tree."
Ginny smiled, showing her eight teeth. "It's not the first time, right?"
Ginny smiled brighter, but Harry smiled with difficulty. "What were you looking at, right? Were you looking at the black lake … or the sunset? "
While waiting for Ginny's answer, more fragments entered Harry's mind. He remembered Ginny sitting by the Otter River, Ginny walking on the tower in the evening, and Ginny reading his story in front of everyone for the first time at dusk. What was she reading?
"… There's a river in my life, a river that seems to be on fire. Before I realized his existence, he was always there …" Ginny read slowly. Harry was shocked to find that the girl's red hair really looked like it was on fire under the sunset, but the flame was more obvious in her pupils. Her magical voice had ignited him. She paused in confusion and then continued, "Harry, I'm looking at my Phoenix River."
Harry suddenly realized that the eleven-year-old Ginny Weisles lived by a river that burned every evening. Her eyes had been staring at the river for a long time. She had woven a story for the river. She had grown up with the Phoenix River.
At the same time, another confrontation was taking place in the literature professor's office.
Kamia turned around and said decisively, "No, Luna, I can't let you replace Ginny."
Luna's light green eyes stared at Kamia without a trace of doubt. Her voice was soft and gentle. "Why?"
"Luna …" Kamia seemed to be a little annoyed. She scratched her short silver hair even more. "Ginny has been preparing for this drama for a long time. I can't replace her so easily."
"I heard from her roommate, Katie, that she hasn't been practicing our script recently." Luna was still very calm, even with a hint of a smile. "She's reading other stories."
Kamia didn't say anything. She only looked at Luna.
Luna continued, "And I've already memorized the script and practiced it more than ten times … Kamia, I can finish this performance." She stared at Kamia. "Please …"
Kamia avoided Luna's gaze. After a long time, she said in a hoarse voice, "You know it's impossible, Ginny. She … she's very talented …"
"Even if …" Luna lowered her eyes and said softly.
However, Kamia hurriedly interrupted Luna. "No! Luna, even if you wrote such a wonderful story, it's still not possible! Okay, Luna, let me beg you. Don't mention this again, okay? "
The literature professor turned his back until the blonde girl got up and left gently, closing the door behind her.
Harry happened to pass by Luna. After he sent Ginny to the dining room, he ran over without adding half a loaf of bread for himself. He unceremoniously opened the door with his magic wand and happened to see Kamia staring at a piece of parchment in a daze. He jumped onto the chair and looked down at the parchment's content.
It seemed to be a story called "The Breakdown Girl and the Void Boy." The author was … Luna Lovegood?
Was she correcting homework? But looking at the format and the paper …
Kamia pushed Harry away and put the story in the folder. She asked impatiently, "What are you doing here?"
Harry patted his robe, pretending to be patting the dust, and then he went straight to the point. "Ginny, Weisles, what do you want to do to her?"
"Do you think I'm a pedophile, or do you think I'm gay?" Kamia looked angry, which was rare.
But today, Harry was also angry. "Ginny Weisles, a girl with extraordinary feelings for stories, you put her in the position of the protagonist, guided her to read the story in the way you want her to read it, immersing her in false joy and sorrow … What do you want her to do? Break down? Or, break down? "
Kamia calmed down under Harry's questioning. "You said that the joy and sorrow in the story are false."
Harry was stunned for a moment, so Kamia continued to ask with a strange expression, "What makes you think so? Harry Potter, the boy who survived, the outstanding creation of J.K. Rowling, a character who has repeated the story hundreds of times. What makes you think so? "She was aggressive." The person who is qualified to say so should be me, right? "
Harry paused for a moment and retorted, "Yes, you're the one who has no feelings among us, so you use Ginny …"
"What do I use her for?" Kamia smiled coldly.
"That's my question!" Harry couldn't take it anymore and slammed the table. "What are you doing?"
Kamia looked at Harry for a moment, suddenly chuckled and sat down slowly. "So, there's no doubt that you're still a Gryffindor."
There was hope to continue the conversation. Harry also sat down opposite and imitated a fake smile. "I'm proud of it."
The female professor took out a pipe from somewhere and pretended to take two bites. She said slowly, "If you have a brain, you should have thought of it. Who am I? Kamia Lovegood? No, it's just Kamia. Who is Kamia? She's Kamei, Gami, Carmel … You can call her whatever you want. Even if I'm just a projection, a fragment, I'm still the librarian of the Babel Library. So, what do I want after the Babel Library collapses? "
Harry hesitated and replied, "You want to go back … No, that's not right …"
Kamia smiled. "Yes, I can't go back, Harry Potter. This is not about going back home, but about the destruction of my home. What I want … is to rebuild the Babel Library."
Harry gradually realized what they were talking about.
"But, this reconstruction is not as simple as the one during the summer vacation. Harry Potter, I can simulate the shape of the library, but I can't fill it with stories out of thin air. I can't just throw a bunch of black and white words into it. I need …"
"You need Ginny." Harry had learned to answer first. "You need Ginny's extraordinary sensitivity."
Kamia changed the topic. "I need an excellent reader who can completely immerse herself in the story."
Harry didn't speak again. He had nothing to say. He was in no position to speak. Kamia wanted to rebuild the library. This was understandable, but … but he had other problems.
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