Ravenclaw's Blue Gem

So she can only sit in the common room all night and read by herself, because she doesn’t want to read while other people are there, she even has to carry the book with her, otherwise some people will play pranks and destroy or hide the book. stand up.

While listening to her, Max simulates the role he needs to play in his mind—everyone comes to her basically for this purpose. They either turn to her for help or need her to listen to their concerns, as if they defaulted to being like Max People should be a tree hole for them to vent and a light to illuminate them, rather than a person who is like them, who is full of flesh, sweet and bitter.Max has long been accustomed to playing the perfect confidant, because this is the role most people want to see her play.

"Let's do it, Barbara." In order not to make the girl feel nervous, she patted her on the shoulder affectionately, but not offensively, "Would you like to come to me every day in your free time and stay with me in the lounge? Reading the book, to be honest, I am also very interested in ancient magic texts. This way you can make time to rest and not hurt yourself."

She smiled with a cheerful smile as always: "Until you think it's okay for one person, this promise will take effect."

She didn't care about the small smile that gradually bloomed on the girl's sluggish face.I feel that this is just an inadequate episode, a handy charity.Nothing will change, even if it changes, it does not matter to her.

Chapter 9 Attempt

"If all this is just a scam or trick, then I don't need to accept your treatment." Zoe said resistingly.She thought of last year's Defence Against the Dark Arts professor Guidro Lockhart, an embroidered pillow with only a face but no inside.Although Barbara seems to be more reliable than the ostentatious Lockhart, she can open her mind to someone... This is far more serious than the consequences of a hundred Cornish elves.

For the wizard, perhaps the body is not very important, because even if your bones or even your limbs are broken, they can be repaired with spells and potions.But the brain is different from the spirit. This is a more mysterious and advanced realm. No one can really predict the consequences when your mental realm is interfered by others."Opening the brain" has even become a very romantic love sentence in the past few decades, which means that the soul and destiny are all delivered to the open person.Young wizards like to say this when they pursue each other, thinking that undisguised exposure to their lovers is true love.

As the tide expanded, the Ministry of Magic intervened in time.Because they encounter hundreds of mental attacks every year, some may be accidental by the wizards' affection, and some are deliberately done by malicious people.At that time, St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries had to receive many patients with similar symptoms every day. Most of them were in a trance, stupid, and did not remember who they were. More seriously, they even lost their personality and memories. Go to the lunatic asylum.

"No, you don't have to do it to this level. I don't need you to open your mind to me." Barbara stopped Zoe who wanted to stand up. "Among a minor wizard of your age, you are considered a Very motivated. I noticed that you are trying to hide and lock your thoughts-have you started to learn Occlumency?"

"...Not yet. Occlumency is very difficult. I just try to do it occasionally by myself. But I can't find teaching materials that I can refer to. They are all placed in the restricted book zone of Hogwarts..." Zoe thought for a long time, but still told the truth."If you don't need me to expose my brain, and runes are useless, how can you relieve my pain?"

"Runes are just useless to most people. It's a kind of gods, do you know. In mythology, runes only need to engrave symbols that represent phenomena on the medium-whether it's wood, stone or something else. The things that can even change the rules and reverse life and death. Until now, the true power of words has long been lost. At most, they are used for comparison and reference... But I am also a qualified professor of ancient magic words, using runes to You can still make hints. I will stimulate you and let the consciousness repair itself. It is light and harmless, unlike a spell that directly interferes with your brain."

"But will this work?" Zoe asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, it depends on the strength of everyone's will." Barbara didn't say anything, she subconsciously raised the wine glass on the table, and then smacked her lips with dissatisfaction because there was no wine left in it. Lido thinks I can help you. He helped me a lot during my hardest years, supported me and gave me work. I owe him a lot of favor. So I set out and came here." She pointed at her fingertips. After making a few random strokes in the air, the blue light that appeared one after another revolved around her palm, "Of course you can reject me. Choose, the decision is yours."

*****

"Close your eyes, let your consciousness enter peace, imagine that you are sinking, sinking in the dark..." Barbara speaks with a sense of rhythm. This is a very mysterious pronunciation law, usually used in hypnosis-related techniques.But this is not the skill of wizards, because they always have more efficient spells to help them achieve their goals.This is one of the hypnotic techniques created by Muggles, and Barbara learned about it only because someone who has been entangled with her loves Muggle culture.

Thinking of a certain fool, she almost interrupted the process of hypnosis.But she restrained herself and released a burst of pink gas from the wand, which helped Zoe relax faster.She has long noticed that Zoe is more vigilant than ordinary people, especially when she feels that she is threatened. Such a state is very unfavorable for treatment.

With the rhythm of the ups and downs, the runes lingering all over her, and the gas that would be staggered by inhaling, Zoe felt his consciousness sinking gradually, and his eyelids slowly closed because of sleepiness.She followed the sound in her ear to guide her spirit, and she couldn't feel anything.

*****

When Zoe's consciousness was restored again, he immediately felt strange.Her cheeks hurt fiercely, her jaw hurts bluntly as if she was hit hard by someone from below, and the tip of her tongue was scratched by her teeth, exuding a smell of rust.She turned her face hard, and found Hermione looking at her worriedly, holding the kerchief in her hand and planning to help her cold compress.

What happened?She turned her head to observe the surrounding environment. The layout was exactly the same as Barbara's room, but she could see that it was their own room, at least there were no messy blackjacks.I always felt that this scene seemed familiar, Zoe thought.Since she started school, she would lie down on the bed every year because of her injuries. Coincidentally, Hermione was taking care of her every time.

"Why...hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! To.Hermione avoided her probing gaze and whispered: "Professor Barbara sent you back, saying that the detailed treatment will not start until after the school. She also asked me for help and asked me to help. "

"Wh, what? She didn't ask for my opinion at all!" Zoe complained, showing a painful expression from the wound.

"What do you mind?" Hermione asked incomprehensibly, with some dissatisfaction in her tone.

"I don't mind anything, Hermione. In fact, you only have twenty-four hours a day, or do you really plan to not sleep for a semester?" Zoe felt the cold temperature on his face and eliminated all the pain. I was driven away, "What happened? What about Professor Barbara? Why is my face all covered..."

She thought Hermione would tell her what happened right away, but who knew that Hermione hesitated for a long time, her eyes drifted: "It's nothing, it's just an accident..."

"Hermione, we usually don't call a wound of this degree an accident, or when the person involved is completely unconscious." Zoe sensed something was wrong, because the embarrassment on Hermione's face was so conspicuous.She sat up slowly on the bed, Hermione wanted to stop her, but failed.

When Zoe sat up, he found more details that he could not see clearly when he was lying down before—such as a few drops of coagulated blood on the floor or a large bundle of twine swept into the corner."...I was kidnapped?" The muscles around her mouth twitched unnaturally.

"No, no. Professor Barbara sent you back..." Hermione couldn't hide it anymore. "It's just that she...well, her actions may be somewhat rude..."

"A little bit?! I feel like I've been driven by a giant monster!" Zoe twisted his eyebrows exaggeratedly, and grinned because of the muscle pain.

"She tied you up-with the twine over there-and brought it back floating," Hermione blinked quickly, usually because she was a little weak. "It's just that she didn't pay attention to you when she entered the room. Stand it up, uh, you hit the door frame."

"Merlin's beard! I didn't expect you to watch her violently treat me like this?! Dumbledore never treated me like this!" Zoe was stunned. How could she think of an official professor who used such a rude method? To yourself?Even if the people she had faced were malicious towards her, she would at least not knowingly attack her in order to preserve her face.But now there is a professor who actually tied up his students!Even if you don't want to hold yourself in, you can wake yourself up anyway.

"Sorry, the professor looked very angry at that time—much more angry than you thought. I was a little frightened..." Hermione's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she turned her face completely under Zoe's condemning gaze. go with.Of course she knew that what she said was like an excuse, but she was really frightened at the time.

Real anger is never a yelling, but a thicker, deeper emotion.Professor Barbara behaved like this at the time, a quiet but undercurrent anger, with a smile on her face, but her eyes were so cold that it was frosty.Although she regained her weakness almost as soon as she saw Hermione, Hermione was pretty sure she was right.

*****

The next day, when they visited Professor Barbara early in the morning (Zoe was more like going to find her to settle the accounts), they were told that she checked out and left in the wee hours of the morning, and Zoe stubbornly thought she was thinking about it. Avoid yourself.The world is so big that if an adult wizard wants to leave, they can't find her.

Thinking of meeting at the beginning of school, they were not obsessed with finding Barbara, because of this episode, Zoe was angry with Hermione for a day, and finally Hermione coaxed her back with three super sweet vanilla cream ice cream.

The trip ended successfully, waiting for them to fly back to Granger's house (Zoe was obviously satisfied with the big thing called "airplane" that they took again, "Why can't the Ministry of Magic consider those wizards who don’t like flying on broomsticks? , Provide them with this big tin bucket?") Most of the summer vacation has passed, and Hermione is tanned. She complains a bit about it, thinking that Zoe did not remind her to put on sunscreen on time. The most annoying thing is her skin tone. It didn't turn black, it was still a pale color.

In the face of Hermione's accusations, Zoe looked very innocent. She had never used sunscreen before. She was born with this complexion.And she thought that Hermione was actually very beautiful like this, especially since she started to dress herself up more to cover up her new skin tone, and her long brown hair, which was always tousled, became much more docile and supple than before.

Zoe hid this admiration in his heart, failing to mention a word to Hermione, and together with the fuzzy picture Hermione gave her, was sealed into the deepest part of consciousness.

Chapter 10 Transition

"Are you really not going to Diagon Alley with us?"

"No, I have to go to Malfoy Manor and take the train with Draco. We made an appointment. He wrote to tell me that he had been'enough' for the whole holiday, and I also care about Mr. Lucius and Nasi Mrs. Shah, we haven't seen it for the entire vacation."

Zoe bid farewell to Granger's family, and she took the initiative to take Mrs Granger's face this time.Hermione asked to go to Diagon Alley a few days earlier, because she had heard from the Weasley house that Harry ran out of his aunt and uncle's house alone and inflated his aunt.The Ministry of Magic had to send members to Dursley's house to modify the Muggles' memories, and by the way restore his aunt.

Draco's invitation was a good excuse for Zoe, allowing her to leave here and think about the anomaly that happened to her.She has been feeling bad recently, not just the occasional headaches, but whenever she gets close to Hermione, or when Hermione stays with her, she feels something is wrong.She will subconsciously pay attention to Hermione's movements, and will cast her eyes on her for the first time.

Zoe didn't tell anyone about this feeling. She couldn't even sum up her emotions, that kind of abnormal and weird feeling. She felt scared and felt that she was being manipulated and played around by unknown emotions.She couldn't tell Hermione this feeling, even if it was about Hermione.Her instinct told her that this is a very private thing and must never be mentioned to another person.

She desperately wanted to leave Granger's house, even though she was equally reluctant.At this time Draco's letter was really redemption, and she could have a reasonable reason to leave here without being suspected by Hermione.

"If you mind Harry and Ron... I don't know how to say it. It would be nice if you didn't have such a stalemate between you." Hermione smiled bitterly. She felt that Zoe chose to act separately because of her. Must go to meet the two boys' sake.

"Um, sorry, Hermione. I can't do it, and I haven't gotten my mood." Even knowing that Harry didn't grow up in a superior life as he thought, the inertia of mood doesn't mean changing It can be changed.

*****

"Draco! Gosh, what's the matter with you?!"

As soon as Zoe stepped into Malfoy Manor, he saw Draco slumped on the soft sofa with some white tape on his face, but it couldn't hide the swollen face.Draco looked like he had been beaten repeatedly, brazenly.Zoe could see Draco's arms protruding from the corner of the blanket, with minor or severe injuries, as if he was about to hide himself in the blanket, his eyes staring blankly at the sky.

"Zoe? How could you be so fast... Didn't you tell me that you are going to have two days..." Draco flushed and jumped up from the sofa. He didn't want Zoe to see this embarrassed appearance.When he asked Zoe, her face was not quite right. She was hesitant when she wrote back. She wanted to leave early and uncontrollably wanted to stay with Hermione for a while. Finally, she altered it and said that she would be around two days later. To.

But the night she finished writing the letter, she regretted it. She found that she couldn't sleep at all. She just cared about Hermione on the other side of the bed for no reason, in a high mood.So decisively left immediately the next day.

"Are you going to hide it from me? What's the matter, who did it!" Zoe frowned and pulled away the blanket that Draco was wrapped in. He found that Draco was scarred, and none of these injuries were caused by sharp weapons. , More like it was caused after being attacked by a blunt object."Where did Mr. Lucius send you?!"

"It's okay, Zoe." Draco twitched his mouth, but he did not seem to care anymore. "Meg still shows some mercy to me. These wounds only seem to be serious after they accumulate... Know me Once chased by more than a dozen magical wandering balls, she also asked me to catch the snitch... That time I felt like I almost died." He shivered with lingering fears.

"Meg?" Zoe clenched his fists angrily. "Did she make you like this?"

"Meg is just an abbreviation. She is my teacher, from Quidditch..."

"Another one? Do the current teachers like to make their students blue and swollen? Why don't you resist!" Zoe gritted his teeth, the black woman lingering in the summer vacation.

Draco rolled his face and whispered in embarrassment, "I can't win..."