Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

It’s just that this attempt seemed a little futile. The shaking of the bed still affected Hermione’s sleep. She squinted her eyes and her sleepy eyes were dim, and muttered: "What's wrong?" The alarm clock stretched out her hand to the side, "...It's only three in the morning ."

"It's okay." Zoe lay back quickly, holding her breath until Hermione's breathing became long and smooth again.She slowly counted a hundred, then quietly climbed off the bed.

Zoe tried his best not to make the sound of footsteps, opened the curtains and walked out to the balcony. The refreshing wind blew from below, dissipating the heat on his face, and Zoe sighed comfortably.He turned his gaze to the distant city again. Late at night, Paris was not asleep yet, and the earth was dotted with lights of different colors. It was a civilization created by Muggles who did not have the convenience of magic such as their own minds and hands.

Unexpectedly, one day she would agree to travel with someone. Her thoughts floated back to when she was on vacation a few months ago.

The Grangers of course entertained her very warmly. When they heard Hermione telling them that it was not convenient for Zoe to go home during the summer, they welcomed her into Granger's house and treated her as kindly as they did to Hermione.Except that sometimes Mrs. Granger would take some tough measures on their dental health, because Hermione always wanted to entertain Zoe, and then turned the candy out of the cabinet-Zoe is sweet, tastes like a child, Hermione I tasted her black tea once and was almost as sweet as the sugar in the bottom, and then refused to taste anything that was flavored by Zoe.

The Grangers were very worried about this. Hermione’s father had a gentle tone, but he just turned a corner to remind her that eating too much sugar is not good for her teeth, but Mrs. Granger was more straightforward, and she went straight to Hermione’s room. All the sugar in it, leaving behind the snacks that do not do much harm to the teeth (basically sugar-free, Zoe is not interested in them), and the sugar intake by Zoe is strictly controlled.Zoe is always meek and harmless to outsiders. She also knows that Mrs. Granger is treating her well, but Mrs. Granger does not know that wizards have a hundred ways to prevent tooth decay. Even if the tooth decays, it only takes a wave. Magic wands, they turned back into white and healthy teeth.

"Don't tell mom that we can manipulate teeth," Hermione bit her ears privately. "She doesn't think that is a good thing. She wants my teeth to grow naturally and healthily, not by spells. Change it, even if my front teeth are so ugly that I can't stand it." She looked sadly at her protruding front teeth in the mirror.

"I think it's cute, like a little squirrel." Zoe's words didn't comfort Hermione, but she still forced a smile.

One morning, they sat in the courtyard of Granger’s house, set up a table, and lay on the table to write homework on the history of magic. Their professor of history of magic, Professor Bins, was the only ghost teacher among all the faculty at Hogwarts. , Is characterized by a lengthy and boring way of lectures like a hypnotic spell. Perhaps only Hermione Granger in the entire castle can not fall asleep in this course. As for Zoe Siegel, although he is more resistant than ordinary students Sex is stronger, but if the class is too boring or she is too sleepy, she will cast an automatically recorded spell on the quill, let the quill work instead of herself, and then sleep on the table.

The assignment that the professor left for them during the summer was the infamous "witch hunt"—at least in the history of Muggles.Hermione once turned up the relevant historical records of the Muggle world as a reference. In the Muggles’ records, blood and death wrote the "witch hunt" for hundreds of years. The ignorance, superstition, and darkness of the Middle Ages, Muggles It is almost as witchcraft that every bit of turmoil they see, push everyone who is not pleasing to the eye and tie them to the fire.

But if you compare the history recorded by the wizards themselves, you will find it funny.Except for the innocent Muggles who are pushed onto the torture frame as witches or wizards, real wizards are not afraid of flames at all. They cast a spell that freezes the flames, which makes them even if they look like they are being burned by flames. It was just enjoying the tingling sensation when the flame licked their bodies.There are even wizards who are infatuated with this feeling and have repeatedly turned into different images, just to be caught by the Muggles, so that they can enjoy being burned.

"In order to experience this feeling so that it can be written in the report, should we give it a try? You can tie me first." Zoe said thoughtfully to Hermione, but she sternly refused.

"No, if the spell fails, I can't imagine how terrible things will happen. You can't help but take your safety seriously," she taught Zoe, because Zoe's performance has changed since he recovered. She has to become bolder, the magnitude of this change is even a little unusual, which makes her sometimes look like another person, "and juvenile wizards cannot use magic outside the school!"

Zoe shrugged, leaned down and started writing a paper. She was quoting wizard hunts in other European countries to compare the similarities and differences between regions.Normally, wizards in different regions have different ways to deal with wizard hunting. Although many wizards treat Muggles more mildly (she thought about it again, and corrected "happiness" on the parchment), there are also wizards who prefer The head of a Muggle who came to hunt was hung from a tree trunk. One of the most famous wizards was Werner from the Leningen region in the 13th century. He used an ax to chop off the heads of at least 15 Muggle hunters. Always use spells to make them stiff, but keep their consciousness awake, then he will walk to the prey with an axe and observe their...

Zoe rubbed his forehead, feeling a sudden tingling in his temples, followed by a feeling of dizziness.She has been in poor spirits recently. When she falls asleep, she always dreams of broken scenes, but that is not what she has experienced, but the mother she has never seen.In the dream, she is from Max’s perspective, realistic and very realistic, even the climate change in the dream is also very real.

She plays Max in her dream and truly feels her life.It's just that the dream is intermittent. It's like a shuffled film being stuffed into a projector. Each time the content is neither coherent nor complete. It is usually a short picture or a scene.She can't even choose for herself, but passively follows the memory.Once or twice, her dreams were completely dark, but there were voices talking in her head constantly, chattering.

Whenever she wakes up, the fragments in the dream fade away, but they don't disappear, they are more like piled up in a corner.She felt tired every day when she got up, and she could lie down and take a big sleep, but she still endured it.It was just that for several days, she couldn't sleep well, and faint dark circles appeared around her eye sockets. There was no way to hide Hermione.

She told Hermione that she might have some insomnia, and that she might be a little stressed, but did not tell her that the real reason for insomnia was to dream about people and things that shouldn't be dreamed all night.Sometimes she feels that her body is light and fluttering, and something important in her mind is coming back little by little, mingling with her soul. This process is slow and long-lasting. She tries to resist this process, but the lifting of the curse does not work for her. , Because this is not hurting her.

She also found that her state was a bit wrong, it was not necessary to give up caution, which would lead to arrogance.But she felt that she was fearless, what was terrible in this world, even death was just a long sleep.

The next second this thought came out of her mind, Zoe was stunned.Why does she have such thoughts?She was afraid of pain and death. She would cry for a long time when she broke a mouth when she was young. When she grew up, she didn’t want to be hurt and alienated others. If there were not so many people willing to approach her, she would not dare to step out by herself. step.

The only time she took the initiative to hurt herself was when Lisa the horse died, but she was desperate that time and didn't even plan to survive.She is willing to take the initiative to innovate academically, but whether it is changing the refining sequence or the syllables of the spell, those are the results of careful consideration.

But as a wizard who was hunted, he was grilled on the fire... The past self would never do such dangerous things.

*****

"Little guys, come in and rest for a while." Mrs. Granger shouted from the house outside the courtyard. After the girls sat down, she was busy with other things. At this time, two owls flew in from the window, one of them It's just gray, and it's quite big. It looks like it will fall to the ground at any time, and its flight path is wobbly. When it reaches its destination, it falls down like dead, and it trembles for a long time. Naruto; The other owl is very ordinary. It just threw a newspaper on Granger’s sofa, then tweeted and stopped on the hanger. It was a delivery owl from the Daily Prophet.

"Erol!" Hermione exclaimed, and quickly put it on the soft cushion. "Pay me, Zoe!" Her voice came from the kitchen, followed by the sound of water flowing into the container.

Zoe put the coin in the small jar tied around the feet of the messenger owl. "It looks like it's dying." The owl didn't know if he understood her muttering, shaking his wings, and went away.

"Take a rest here, poor fellow, it's too old." Hermione looked at Errol drinking water. "This is Ron's owl."

"I don't care whose owl this is." Zoe said, half of which is true.She felt good about Mrs. Weasley, because Mrs. Weasley was very kind to her.But she hated Ron Weasley, the reckless Gryffindor boy was never a brainer, and he used to criticize her relationships.

Suddenly there are so many posts in Chapter 3 (sweet) and more!

Hermione untied the letter from Errol's feet and walked to the table.

"Let me see...Oh my God, he really called Harry's house, but he shouldn't have yelled so loudly, he would make Harry scolded by his aunt and uncle, this big idiot...wow!" As Min read, she suddenly yelled, "They went to Egypt!" There was a longing light in her eyes.

"Egypt?" Zoe repeated, who had no interest at all.

"That's Egypt, Zoe! Pyramids, sphinxes, obelisks! The ancient Egyptians had their own unique way of curses and spells, and there were mysterious monuments everywhere! I really envy Ron, if I can also go to Egypt to see..." She was a little jealous, "Ron and his family won the grand prize, and it was seven hundred gallons in the Daily Prophet! That's a lot of money... "I envy, really envy." She muttered in her mouth, but with a sincere smile on her face, she was overjoyed for the luck of the Weasleys.

"I have to tell Harry the news, his birthday is coming soon, you said that if I send him a spell book...no, no, the spell book is what I want, I must start from Harry's point of view..." she started again Walking around in the living room.Zoe suddenly felt that he was in a bad mood, even Hermione treated her birthday present the same way last week.But she found that if Hermione treated others with the same attitude-mainly Harry, she would have a fire in her heart.

"What's the use of your hard work? I bet at least a thousand people will give birthday gifts to the Boy Who Lived in Distress. He obviously doesn't lack other people's care." She resisted trying to yell. Impulsive, said with a sneer.

Facing Zoe’s sarcasm, Hermione showed a surprised expression: "Wh, what? I thought you knew it. Didn't Professor Dumbledore tell you?"

"Harry lives at his Muggle-uncle and aunt's house. The family hates Harry and they hate magic. No one cares about Harry at home. They even tortured him and put him in the basement. I, Ron, and Hagrid, as his friends, don’t give him gifts. He will celebrate his birthday alone. You know how a person feels, right?"

Zoe closed her mouth flat. In fact, she was a little surprised. She hadn't learned about Harry's experience. Just looking at the high evaluation of him from the wizarding world, she thought it was another growing up from a honeypot. Where's the young master.Of course, for Zoe, the only thing in her heart that can be regarded as a standard is the young master Draco Malfoy who really grew up in a honeypot. He was the only thing Zoe could say before he went to Hogwarts. My peer, the only friend.

Well, think about the days when Draco was not even around.If Harry Potter really spent his childhood in this situation, then Zoe's unconditional hostility towards him would be a bit too much...

******

"Pata! Pata!"

The sound of the owl flapping its wings brought back Zoe's thoughts.An owl in the night sky flew in her direction. The name of that owl was Lloyd, Zoe's own owl.Zoe took down the letter from its feet, it bit Zoe's finger affectionately, and Zoe patted its head, indicating that it did not need to send the letter back.Lloyd lived in the owl shed in Hogwarts, and it flew away in the direction of the school.

Ever since her mind suffered an unknowable change, after trying many ways, Zoe finally gave up on the road alone and sent a letter to Dumbledore, her guardian, and also the principal of Hogwarts. .She waited for almost a week, and Dumbledore finally wrote her back.

Holding the letter in her hand, Zoe's heart was both joy and embarrassment. Dumbledore’s help was the most reassuring for her. She had never seen anyone more reliable than him. As long as Dumbledore helped her, She won't feel scared anymore.But Dumbledore was obviously hiding something from her. Zoe's instinct told her that Dumbledore knew even the abnormalities in her mind, but he would never tell them all.

Zoe didn't want to rely on Dumbledore, she was angry with him because he didn't tell her anything, which made her feel that she was not trusted.But this time the difficulty is not something she can survive alone.

"Dear Zoe:

It's a pity that you didn't choose to celebrate your birthday with me this year. You know that an old man can't eat the whole cake, but I still hope you like the gift I gave you.Regarding what you told me in your previous letter, I am glad that you confessed to me before making an irreversible choice..."

Zoe blushed. Of course she knew what Dumbledore meant. Last year, she broke into the Forbidden Forest alone on Halloween night to provoke horses. If it hadn’t been for Dumbledore to give her a one-time door key, no Know what dangers will come.She continued to look down.

"I do have a clue about your situation ("Look, he does." Zoe mutters), but unfortunately, for my own reasons, I may not be able to do anything for you, but I have found one. People, she may be able to give you some help to ease your pain, and then we can proceed to the next step. I told her that you are currently on vacation in France, and she said that she would go to you in person, so don’t worry about missing you, she There are always some unique methods, as long as she really wants to find you. In the end, Zoe, I know you will be dissatisfied with what I have concealed, and I don’t want to excuse it. Your current mental state is out of range To my surprise, I thought that this level would appear in another year or two, but we all know that things will never follow our hearts. Also about your considerations for the coming year, I agree very much, and I will Go help you intercede with that professor, and believe that you will make great progress under his guidance. I love you, Albus Dumbledore."

"Huh, secrecy, as always." Zoe complained, but folded the letter carefully.She couldn't sleep, and didn't want to sleep. As long as she fell asleep, she had to return to Max's life trajectory. This compulsive indoctrination made her very uncomfortable.Especially today's dreams are very coherent. She remembered what Paluru told her last year, and she really experienced it completely today.

Zoe rubbed his hand on his nightgown in disgust, as if to erase the real feeling when he pinched Florence’s neck. A life disappeared in his hand. Although she did not do it this time, Zoe Still unconsciously think of the horseman corpse that was fragmented in memory, covered in blood, staring at her hollowly.

But she really should be condemned. It was her crime... Her mood became depressed again. It would be great if she could cast a happiness curse here, at least she could smile.But this is the world of Muggles. If a spell is used here, the Ministry of Magic will arrest her in less than two hours.In the face of her violations, there are nerve-sensitive people in the ministry.

She thought of Azkaban, the horror prison where the wizards talked about it, located on a small island where the dementors are the guards. With them, there is no need to build a high wall to lock up criminals, because The dementors themselves are the most vicious curse. They will suck away the happiness and warmth of a person, freeze the prisoner’s thoughts, and turn the prisoner into a human being, a ghost or a ghost. Even a dark wizard, it is difficult to be a dementor. Keep awake in these traits, most of them are crazy.Studies have shown that people with thinner emotions (or more ruthless) will have higher immunity to dementors. Even if these cold guys affect them, it will be minimal.Unless you face a lot of dementors all day long.

It was just such a prison, a cliff that had been impossible to escape for hundreds of years, but escaped people appeared.Sirius Black, the man has no image in the "Daily Prophet", with long and messy black hair, a face that is so thin that it can even highlight the bones, and the grim and cold expression. Zoe is most impressed. It was the eyes that were covered under the long greasy hair. That was the only place that Black made her feel terrifying. The persistent, fanatical light, like a wild dog staring at its prey, determined to tear it apart.

Zoe has reason to believe that it is precisely because of Blake's willful look that he will be the only person who has successfully escaped from prison.Zoe has seen records of dementors in the book, not many, but it is clear that these dementors, who are wearing ragged robes and hiding their true qualities in the dark, can't beat those who are truly determined.They are just monsters obsessed with the essence of human emotions, unable to think at a higher level.

Because Hermione subscribed to the "Daily Prophet" (because she thought it was best to know the dynamics of the wizarding world), the news of Blake's escape was known on the same day.Hermione looked a little scared. She thought the Ministry of Magic should arrange for someone to catch the madman who had run away as soon as possible, because among his scumbags, there was a story of using a spell to kill a Muggle in a street.

But Zoe didn't think Blake was like someone who could do this kind of thing, she even thought he was innocent.This thought came out of her mind completely. There was no evidence or logic at all, it was just that she thought.So she didn't tell Hermione what she thought, because she knew that Hermione would not agree.

Zoe yawned and sat down against the side of the balcony wall.The floor was cool, which erased her slight sleepiness.She looked at the starry sky. The hotel they lived in was much higher than the surrounding buildings, which also kept her vision from being blocked by these reinforced concrete.Human beings make cities cover more and more areas, sometimes even the light of the stars is obscured.But the prosperity on the ground is unique to them, a beautiful pattern woven through thousands of years of change.

"You can't step into the same river twice, because new water keeps flowing by your side, can you." She remembered what a Muggle philosopher said in a book she had read at Hermione's house, and lifted her lips. Read it out.Until the light of dawn gradually appeared in the east, and the deep night faded away, she kept sitting in place.

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