Ron got stuck on an old article of the local newspaper which was used for wrapping a joke item. George looked taken aback by his brother's attitude,

'I wonder if you are still my younger Ronnie. You look like Harry. What made you be so professional?'

'I Am an Auror, George. This is why I work on searching the clue.'

'Evans, huh? I remember Evans is Harry's mother's maiden name. Mum used to tell us about the couple, James Potter and Lily Evans, the legendary Gryffindors.'

'This Evans was reported as a missing person. The local people believed poor Aisling was murdered. Her ghost was witnessed by her relatives.' Ron's hand reached to a bowl of potato chips, 'I like vinegar taste in them. Try making this snack for your joke shop, Geroge.' He crunched them ravenously for a while.

'I hate chip fragments on the table, Ronald. If mum saw this, she would say so,' George joined the crispy experience crushing the salty and sour fried potato starch, 'It's not interesting at all to sell this type of snack for the joke shop. Something tricky should be added...' He wiped his fingers with the other newspaper. He tried to crumple it, but stopped,

'Look. The article reported about the same woman named Aisling Evans.' George passed it to Ron.

Ron flipped it over to find the date and the year. 'Bloody Hell. In 1976. Look at her. She is Morgana Evans, the same person in the photo Hermione sent me. She looks rather younger than this article picture in 1976.' He handed a picture in which a woman stood on a hill against Hogwarts castle and the grey sky.

George observed the two, one had only bold letters, the other had a black and white photo, in which a long haird woman was smiling. And he looked in the photo Hermione sent to Ron. She had brilliant strawberry blonde.

'If the story told by local people were right,what do you think happened?'

'I reckon Aisling was murdered and her body must be revived by a sort of evil magic. Her soul vanished and the other, the alien resides in her body.'

'Sounds like Dementor.'

'Yeah...spooky, isn't it?'

'How will you prove your guess?'

'More research. I need to visit Hogwarts library.'

'Wish you luck, Auror Weasley.' George grinned.

Harry tried to remember when he felt the electric energy at the wand duel for the first time. It seemed he had already experienced the sense when he confronted Voldemort after Triwizard Tournament. The memory flashed back to the moment when his father's and mother's voice encouraged him through his wand. It was an electrical power. He thought he had understood the wandlore, how the power was generated via the wizard's wand. He knew the mighty wand, one of three objects of Deathly Hallows, but how did Merlin handle the wandlore? Nobody told him about Merlin's wandlore. No professors taught about Merlin's magical power. Merlin was God. He was a great warlock in British magical history. People wouldn't talk much about his magical power.

Malfoy told him Merlin's strength was said to be the lightning power. Harry felt like he could gather the power from the sky or the air using his wand. Though he had not ever tried, his experiences of the battle told him it would be worth asking more about Merlin's wandlore. He spread the Marauder's map to find Malfoy's name in the castle.

Malfoy was alone in the Slytherin cubicle. Harry noticed they had only one single room. The other Slytherins were in a group like Gryffindors, four or five people in a larger room together. Their password was "Regulus Black", which McGonagal proudly explained Harry why she chose the ex-Death Eater's name,

'Regulus showed his bravery and selflessness after knowing Voldemort's evil mind. He deserves some respects from the fellow Slytherins.'

Wearing the Invisibility Cloak, Harry mused what Sirius would have told him about the password if he had been alive. Only if he were alive,

'We could discuss the wandlore, Sirius. I miss you.' A teardrop fell unbidden.

He marched down the clammy corridor to the Slytherin dorm. Oddly enough, he could hear their chatters through the cold stone wall.

Pansy, are you mental? He is Half-Blood!

Daphne, I don't care. Finnegan could be from Druidic witch mother. He must be a powerful wizard. Draco told me we should have opportunities to have a relationship with them under the circumstances, to control aggressive dragons.'

Since Harry got the power from the Book of Dragons, the castle seemed to give him a new gift. Unbelivable things were happening. Hogwarts seemed to know his unconscious will and aid his action.

'Regulus Black.' He whispered against the dark wall. The stone door slowly opened and he entered the Slytherin Common Room. Nobody noticed his invasion in the room decorated with green decor. Daphne Greengrass and Pansy continued chatting over tea and sweets placed on the antique ebony table. They wore elegant negligee and their strong perfume was hanging in the room. Compared with plumpy Pansy, Daphne was slender and her legs were enticing Harry to stare at them more.

When he tried to find the entrance door to Draco's cubicle, Zabini came out of it.

'He finally confessed his crush on Potter!' He declared triumphantly.

'I knew it,' Pansy remarked coolly while Harry got paralyzed.

Zabini looked deflated, 'You knew it? But you don't know how he could conjure his Patronus.'

Unperturbed, she started combing her wavy hair and said, 'His happiest memory is the moment when the Saviour rescued him during the battle.'

Harry turned around instantly and went back the route to the damp corridor. What Pansy revealed and Zabini's assertion made him fidgety, he didn't know how to handle the things happening all together. He needed to make things clear. For now, he wanted to see Ginny.