Harry had been troubled lately. Very troubled.
Ever since the great Professor Dumbledore had "entrusted him with his orphan" on his deathbed, Harry's mind had been filled with matters concerning the Order of the Phoenix, Horcruxes, and the like. Because of this, even when he went on dates with Senior Cho Chang, he was often absent-minded.
With Ron and Neville's help, the three of them had combed through the entire Hogwarts Library, trying to find relevant information. But unfortunately, they found nothing. Was it because the Hogwarts Library simply contained no such knowledge? Or were the three of them just too incompetent?
In short, after nearly racking their brains to the point of explosion, the three ultimately came up empty-handed.
"Hey! Harry! What are you thinking about all by yourself again? Still thinking about those Horcruxes? Give it up, brother. We searched the whole Library and couldn't even find a single book with that word in it. My parents also said there was no such thing. Maybe you misheard? Perhaps it was Soul Spirits, Magical Artifacts, or something?"
Patting Harry on the shoulder, Ron was deeply worried about his best friend's recent state.
Ever since Senior Cho Chang had graduated, Harry's mental state had worsened day by day. Recently, Ron had even seen Harry arguing with Senior Cho Chang several times while they were talking. The reason seemed to be that Harry always disappeared for no reason during holidays, and they contacted each other less and less normally.
Ron could completely understand that. It was not just Senior Cho Chang—even he had no idea where Harry always mysteriously ran off to during holidays. He had asked several times, but Harry refused to tell him anything. Ron had been quite upset about it for a while.
Of course, although emotionally he