[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

"Victor Krum's treasure..."

"Why Cedric Diggory!"

Regarding this issue, I am the initiator, but it is impossible for me to say, absolutely impossible.

"Irina, do you know why?"

"I probably know."

I silently turned my head to look at Linda, who knew nothing, and faced her with a curious expression, feeling that I really couldn't say a word.

I'm sorry, but let's keep this secret hidden. At least everyone was thinking about something else, and Cedric was comforted by Qiu for this, wasn't he? As for Viktor, a dignified Quidditch star must have some scandals in various ways, right?

Women can, and of course men can.

"what is that?"

"I can't tell."

"Oh, Krum kept you a secret, right!"

Seriously, I don't know why Linda is Krum's treasure, but my personal guess is that maybe it's really like Lilia said, "It's good that you scold me, woman, you caught my attention. "The kind that doesn't have a romantic meaning that can be used to quarrel and vent, and can make superstars return to ordinary people's "treasures".

This is unbelievable, Victor Krum.

The second project ended perfectly, and I was a little higher than Harry in first and second place. Although in the eyes of the two of us, the four of them are fighting for the first and second place...

"Really boring."

I sat in the library and played with origami airplanes: "To be honest, I'm already bored with this kind of thing that seems to be playing at home."

"But when it does happen, you won't be bored, Irina."

Listening to Cedric's voice with a little warning, I smiled and didn't speak. I stretched out my hand to dismantle the paper airplane again: "But it doesn't mean that I am fully prepared, and those things will not happen."

"The third task will definitely be linked to the Goblet of Fire, and if it is linked to the trophy, if someone really does it, it must be considered on the trophy."

"Hogwarts doesn't allow Apparition. Floo powder needs a furnace as a medium, and the only way to quickly transfer is a door key."

"Exchange the trophy for a door key, and make sure that the first person to touch the trophy is Harry, but how do you make sure that Harry is the first to touch?"

Yeah, how can I confirm that? Ordinary professors can't see through the wall that Harry is the last one.

Ordinary professors can't, of course, can't professors with magic eyes be able to see?

After I finished my homework in the library, I opened the Marauder's map in my hand and sneered at Professor Moody and Barty Crouch next to him who were motionless in the Defence Against the Dark Arts office.

If it weren't for the piece of soul on Harry's head, Voldemort would have been resurrected, and if I had to take action, there would be no scum left.

The third project should be a labyrinth. Rita didn't write any gossip in the long grass before the project started, and because of the "treasure", Hermione and Harry were finally determined to be together. The two of them didn't give out dog food every day, they studied hard and studied hard...

"There is no need for a young boy to worry about the things that the adult considers."

"But sometimes you're too protective of him."

"That's because in your opinion he's the one chosen, in my opinion he's only 14 years old, a Viktor treasure."

I spoke with a joke, reached out and folded the paper airplane and threw it to Cedric: "And I never thought of Harry as a good baby, what he knew in fourth grade, but more than I knew more when I was in fourth grade."

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The second project ended in February, and it was a long time before the third project, enough for Harry and I to have a good re-discussion on what to do. Barty Crouch, the old one has been rescued by Dumbledore, and is now undergoing closed treatment in the medical wing. Fake Moody doesn't seem to know that his identity has been discovered, and he teaches and approves homework every day.

"How did he endure it? Wouldn't he panic when facing Neville?"

"Why is he so flustered, maybe he's still laughing."

Sitting in the Room of Requirement in our spare time from practice, Harry and I drank the orange juice we brought in advance, and commented on a certain acting school boringly: "There are some things I don't know if you know."

"Irina, I won't know what you're talking about until you say it."

I looked at the shallow smile on Harry's face, and felt that the boy in front of me had indeed grown up: "About Horcruxes."

"Well, Irina, what do you want to express?"

"Let's find Ravenclaw's crown while no one cares about us."

I smiled and pulled Harry straight off the cushion, walked out of the Room of Requirement and watched the door close and disappeared, then walked three more times, thinking "give me a place to hide things" ".

"Irina, did you know that Ravenclaw's crown will be here?"

"Because I once heard an interesting story."

I pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement and looked at the collection room that can be regarded as "brilliant". I couldn't help but twitch the corners of my mouth: "But it's a bit too much work."

Harry glanced at me suspiciously, then looked at the "storage room" that was completely a **** dump and gasped: "What are these!"

"For thousands of years, students have hidden contraband here."

I said with love: "When I went to the death party, I chatted with Ravenclaw's Grey Lady, and found out that her real name was Helena Ravenclaw."

"Wait Irina, how do you even know this?"

"Probably because the ghosts at Hogwarts see me as one of a kind."

In fact, we are the same kind, but I have a body, they don't.

Harry didn't understand what I was saying, but he chose to pinch me first. I slapped him directly on the head, and he stepped on me without hesitation.

"Want to fight Harry!"

"I'll check if you're alive!"

"Bah! Of course I'm alive!"

"Then you are still the same kind of ghost? Don't slap in the face!"

"If you have the ability, let go of my braids and talk!"

I take back the statement that Harry is mature, he is still a brat!

Finding an item in the Room of Requirement is harder, but I know a little bit about something like Harry's wearing this crown on a portrait next to it, and it's a little more purposeful. But the room was so big that it was a little desperate.

There are also a lot of crowns. Harry doesn't know how to tell the Horcrux. Sometimes he finds a crown and puts it aside for me to check. When it was about to be curfew, I had already seen five horcruxes beside him. Crowned.

"How did you find so many!"

"I do not know either."

Harry looked at me innocently, and handed one to me with dragonskin gloves: "I think this is kind of weird."

"Well, it's really weird."

I also wore dragon leather gloves to isolate possible curses. After feeling the magic fluctuations, I shook my head: "It's not this."

"Then what about this?"

"Neither."

"this?"

"..."

I reached out and took the crown, which didn't look very good, as if something was wrapped around my fingers, as if urging me to put this crown on my head. I stared at the huge gem and pinched it hard.

That's right, this is it, Ravenclaw's crown.

Voldemort's Horcrux.

The author has something to say:

It's done, there are still resurrection stones, Nagini, and Harry himself, Voldemort is about to fight weakness, resurrection, kill the last Horcrux, and die a complete combo, it's really emotional [Hey]