Aftereffects of the Cruciatus Curse

In any case, Neville eventually accepted this reality.

Even if grief were to flow like a river, it could not stop the inevitable fact that he would receive Extra Lesson from Professor Snape.

So he saved his pain and sorrow for dinner, and ate several steaks with gusto.

Harry had just finished dinner when a paper crane appeared in front of him.

It was a letter from Gemma.

Harry:

There are some things I'd like to discuss with you in person. I'll be waiting for you in an empty classroom on the second floor.

Your sincerity

GA Phally

Harry put the letter away and looked back at the Slytherin's Long Table.

Miss Farley seemed to sense Harry's gaze. When he looked over, she brushed her dark hair aside, nodded slightly to Harry, gave him a polite smile, and got up from the long table.

"I have something to do, Ron," Harry said to Ron. "You guys can just go straight back to your dorms in a bit."

"Okay." Ron didn't ask Harry what he was going to do; all he could see was his chicken leg.

Following the direction Gemma had gone, Harry climbed the steps and arrived at the second floor of the castle.

He pulled his wand from the lining of his robe and hid it in his sleeve.

Being prepared is a habit he was instilled with by Cassandra.

He walked to the empty classroom where he had last met Gemma. After confirming that Gemma was the only one inside by using his Revealing Charm, he pushed open the door and saw Gemma sitting on a stool, looking worried.

"Harry".

"What's wrong, Gemma?" Harry sat down opposite Gemma.

"Harry, something strange has been happening at Slytherin House lately," Gemma said in a low voice, glancing up as she spoke, as if to make sure no one was at the door.

Harry didn't interrupt, but simply sat opposite Gemma and listened attentively.

"A mysterious Notebook has appeared in the Slytherin Common Room," Gemma continued. "It was provided by Draco Malfoy. According to those who have used Notebook, the Notebook has a mind of its own and can help them complete assignments quickly or guide them on their Charms deficiencies."

"And they will have to pay a small 'price'. I raised this issue with Professor Snape, but he didn't take it to heart, as if he had more important things to do."

Harry understood almost instantly why the Slytherin students were always sleepy.

So there really is something like that, absorbing their soul power.

"Notebook?" Harry frowned. "What kind of Notebook? Are you sure it's the one Draco provided?"

He became somewhat wary. Could this Notebook... be Cassandra's keepsake?

"Yes, it's said to be a family heirloom magical item," Gemma told Harry in detail. "I've heard from others that there's a very beautiful girl in the Notebook who's very skilled in Charms."

"A girl?" Harry's heart skipped a beat.

But he suppressed his excitement and simply asked Gemma calmly, "Could it be some ancestor of the Malfoy family?"

"I don't know about that," Gemma answered honestly. Everyone was tight-lipped about the girl's appearance in the Notebook.

"This information is very useful, thank you, Gemma," Harry said sincerely.

He felt a mix of anticipation and... indescribable feelings.

On one hand, he really hoped that the girl was Cassandra —on the other hand, he didn't want the girl to be Cassandra, after all, firstly, this thing was obviously a creation of Dark Arts; secondly, he didn't know why, but he really didn't want Cassandra to have any contact with other boys.

A hundred years ago, Cassandra was like a flower on a high mountain. Apart from him, Cassandra never showed any interest in other boys, and she never even said a word to them.

Of course, Cassandra didn't give Harry a friendly look either.

"I hope you can help me, Harry." Gemma rubbed her temples. "My instincts tell me that Notebook is definitely not a good thing. I've heard that Malfoy's father, Lucius Malfoy, was a close associate of the Dark Lord. Perhaps that Notebook is one of the Dark Lord ' Dark Arts artifacts. I really don't want him to cause any more trouble for Slytherin..."

"Then why did you ask me for help?" Harry asked casually, though he was genuinely curious to know.

"This is Dark Arts, very evil Dark Arts!" Gemma said with certainty. "Besides Dark Wizard, who else would... who else would use soul power to make a deal?"

"Besides, I am, after all, a Slytherin Prefect," Gemma added. "It's one thing to talk to Professor Snape, but if I were to report this to the Headmaster, the Farley family would be ostracized by the Pure-blood families of Slytherin."

Harry nodded in agreement, which was quite in line with the Slytherin style.

"In exchange, I'm willing to offer you my loyalty, Mr. Potter," Gemma said again.

Slytherin are very sensible; they know that if they want someone's help, they have to pay the corresponding reward.

At the same time, Slytherin was also trying to protect himself, and Gemma wanted to take this opportunity to place her bets on the Savior.

Harry neither accepted nor refused Gemma's conditions; he simply smiled at her.

"I will provide you with appropriate assistance, Gemma."

Gemma was not disappointed when she received Harry's answer; instead, a look of relief appeared on her face.

"Thank you, Mr. Potter."

"Don't be so distant, just call me Harry." Harry stood up. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

After saying goodbye to Gemma, Harry returned to the Gryffindor Common Room.

The Notebook Gemma mentioned did indeed pique his interest.

However, he didn't want to tell Dumbledore about it; instead, he wanted to confirm whether the Notebook belonged to Cassandra.

The matter needs to be considered carefully, after all, this is happening in the Slytherin Common Room, and it wouldn't be appropriate for a Gryffindor like him to rush in.

The week passed easily and happily. Every day at noon, I would feed Pabbie at the same time, and in the evening, I would train my Dueling Techniques with my friends in the Dueling Club. I had a very fulfilling week.

The next time Harry and his Gryffindor classmates Defense Against the Dark Arts, they arrived at the classroom as usual, ready to receive another round of venom baptism from the slick-haired Professor Snape.

To his surprise, the Defense Against the Dark Arts this week wasn't taught by Professor Snape, but by Professor Quirrell had somehow returned to the school.

Professor Quirrell's face grew even paler, and Seamus went up to inquire about his health with concern, but Quirrell's reply was that the vampire's curse had struck again.

However, Harry noticed something was wrong.

In an instant, he discovered Quirrell's little secret!

It must be admitted that Veratia is a genius witch, deserving of Professor Figg's "unique" evaluation.

Under her development, even Minor Curses like the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse leave a subtle, undetectable curse mark on the target.

And Professor Quirrell happens to have a small mark on his body that was made by him!

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