Felix Felicis Guides You

Because someone had taken up the whole seat, Hermione could only sit on the armrest of the sofa chair, one hand resting on Loren's shoulder to keep her balance. Seeing Ginny bury her head with her earlobes flushed red, amusement flickered in Hermione's eyes. She turned to Harry and asked:

"How was spending the summer at school?"

"A little different from what I imagined, but it feels pretty good."

"How is the Legilimency going?"

"With Grawp and Dobby practicing with me, I can't understand their emotions, but it's easy to look through their memories. I've mastered the basic casting techniques, but I'm still not very proficient. I need half a minute to prepare every time.

"Following Loren's suggestion, I tried using the Mirror of Erised to peer into my own mind and watched every memory related to Voldemort, but I still couldn't find any clue about the living Horcrux. It always feels like something is missing."

After speaking, Harry scratched his head, a troubled expression appearing on his face as he sat down nearby. "I don't know what to do now."

Hagrid furrowed his thick brows, looking as though he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

Harry seemed to be disparaging his brother Grawp, but on second thought, he did not seem to have said anything wrong.

Loren looked at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face. "Don't you think this situation feels familiar? We went through something like this last term. You needed a hidden memory to find clues about a Horcrux..."

Harry tilted his head. "You mean Professor Slughorn? He has clues about the living Horcrux?"

"..."

Ginny raised her head and stared at him silently. "Is it possible Loren was talking about Felix Felicis?"

Harry's eyes widened at once, surprise