[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

"What do you think are the chances that Umbridge will let you go on Friday?" Ron said doubtfully as they sat down. "I think it's zero," Winter said.

"Thanks, Winter, but I'd better give it a try. I can ask for two more detentions or something..." Harry continued: "I hope she doesn't keep me too late tonight. Our homework It’s really too much.”

At five minutes to five, Harry walked towards Umbridge's office on the fourth floor. Winter trotted off to send letters to Sirius and Lupin, otherwise she was afraid that Sirius would be depressed. (Although this trend is already obvious now)

Winter "accidentally" ran to Snape to see if he could try his luck and not write the moonstone paper at all.

"Sev..." Winter walked into the office, pretending to be very uncomfortable, "Cough cough cough..."

"Sit down quickly. Have you finished drinking the medicine I gave you?"

"Not yet, I just...ahem...miss you." Snape looked at Winter's eyes and suddenly became more suspicious, "You...don't want to do your homework?"

"Yes."

"..."

Winter quickly struck while the iron was hot, hugging Snape's neck and acting coquettishly, "Sev, do you know how much homework we have? And you still don't believe that I can get an excellent potion?"

"Forget it, I didn't expect you to write either."

"Yeah! Sev is the best!" Winter kissed Snape again and again on the face. Snape measured the girl's waist with his arm, "Let me mix another tonic for you. I feel like you've lost weight again."

Winter strolled back, but unexpectedly saw an unfamiliar figure. He was dark-skinned and good-looking, but he didn't like talking to others. The two of them simply met each other and looked at each other without saying hello. Judging from his direction, he was probably going to Snape, and Winter guessed that this must be Blaise Zabini.

The next day was a terrifying day for Harry. During dinner, "It's okay, I'm just writing sentences," Hermione comforted him. Harry sat down on the bench, "It doesn't look bad. It’s a terrible punishment…”

Winter said to Harry in a low voice, "I prepared Mothra juice for you, which can relieve pain." "What are you doing?!"

"Let's eat quickly." Winter didn't say much.

"Why didn't you do anything last night?" Hermione asked Ron why he hadn't finished his homework. "Where on earth were you?"

"I...wanted to take a walk," Ron said evasively.

Returning to the lounge in the evening, Winter found that George was the only one today. "It's so rare, why is it just you?"

"We can't be together 24 hours a day, right?" George said. Winter shook his head, "I don't think so. What are you doing?"

"I have something to do with you."

"Looking for me?" Winter asked in surprise, "You're not going to let me be a guinea pig for you two, are you?" Hermione looked at George warily.

"Am I that kind of person?" George smiled and walked towards Winter, "I really have something to do with you, come with me."

"What are you doing?" Winter was pulled out of the lounge by George, "You're not going to sell me, are you?"

George pulled her and ran to a deserted place, "Do you like Fred or me?"

"...I...I like you both, can't I?"

"Do I have to choose one?" Now that George is in front of me, of course I have to choose George. "You, you, you, choose you."

"I knew it," George suddenly smiled, "Can you give me a hug?"

"Don't go too far."

Suddenly, a head that looked exactly like him appeared next to George. "Ah!!!" Winter was startled.

"Oh, it's me, Fred." Fred said and quickly took off the invisibility cloak. Winter shouted angrily, "There's something wrong with you two, why are you trying to scare me! Now I don't like anyone!" With a bang, Winter walked away with heavy steps.

"I should have known better not to scare her," Fred said, "It's my fault that you had to hug her, otherwise I wouldn't have come out."

"I didn't expect that..."

Winter received a reply from Sirius, which was densely written with his experience and pain, "Come back soon, I want to see you soon." He wrote this sentence with extra force, as if he wanted to stab the parchment. broken. Oh, poor puppy.

Hermione keenly noticed that Ron had been out these past few nights, neither doing homework nor talking to them in the lounge. When Hermione and Winter were doing homework, Hermione asked: "What on earth did you think he did?" ?”

"Play with his broomstick, he just got one."

"It's possible. Do you think he would like to participate in the goalkeeper selection?"

"I guess so, what do you think of him?" Winter said with a smile, "I mean Quidditch."

Hermione's face turned pale pink, "Oh!...I think he's pretty good, he just lacks confidence."

"Hermione, aren't you going to bed yet?" Winter and Hermione returned to the dormitory very late. "You will not be energetic tomorrow."

"I'm going to knit some more hats and clothes for the elf. You can go to bed first. I'll go to bed soon."

"Ah..." Hermione yawned loudly during class the next day and looked very lack of energy. "What time did you go to bed last night?" Winter asked.

Hermione hesitated and said: "One o'clock..."

Winter rolled his eyes, "I think you'll be exhausted before the house elves are liberated!"

"Then...can you knit some for me too?" Hermione's eyes were filled with requests and hope.

"………All right."

"That..." Ron hesitantly talked to Winter and Hermione on Friday, "Tonight...you know, right? That's what happened."

"You want to participate in the Quidditch tryouts, right?" Winter said, "Don't worry, you can definitely do it, we will go and cheer you on."

"No...! No! Don't come!" Ron said anxiously, "I will be even more nervous if you two are here... I will tell you the result of the game..."

"Tsk...Okay," Hermione curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "I don't know why you are nervous. You have known us for so long."

When the game ended in the evening, the Quidditch players Ron and Fred George ran back to the common room happily. Ron excitedly pulled up Winter and Hermione who were doing homework, "Hey! You two!" I chose it! I succeeded!"

"I knew it!" Hermione hugged Ron happily, "I knew you would succeed!" A new round of celebrations began in Gryffindor Tower, with everyone drinking delicious butterbeer and having fun. Laughter.

"Hey Ginny, you can also go to the selection when the time comes!" Winter said happily, "I know you are also very good!"

"Okay, I'll give it a try when the time comes." Ginny nodded.

"Hey...Hermione is asleep, hurry up!" Fred saw Hermione sleeping beside her with butterbeer in her hand, and hurriedly gathered a group of first-year students, "Come and try this!"

He took out a bag of candies from his pocket. As soon as the first graders ate them, their noses began to bleed. George gave them another candy of another color, and the nosebleeds stopped immediately.

"Awesome!" Fred quickly recorded each of their reactions in his notebook.

"Hermione would be furious if she knew," Ginny said, standing next to Winter.

The portrait opened again. Harry came back, and Ron ran towards Harry with a smile on his face, a goblet in his hand, and butterbeer spilled all over his chest. (Do you have to drink butterbeer from a tall glass?)

"Harry, I made it, I got selected, I'm the goalkeeper!"

"Great!" Harry said, trying to make himself smile more naturally. Winter subconsciously looked at his hand and found that he was indeed hiding his left hand, carefully making sure that no one would notice him. "Have some butterbeer," Ron handed him a bottle. "Where did Hermione go?" Harry asked.

"There she is," said Fred, who was also sipping butterbeer, and pointed to an armchair by the fire. Hermione was dozing off in her chair, the wine glass in her hand tilted to one side, about to spill.

"Well, when I told her the news just now, she said she was very happy." Ron said, looking a little overwhelmed.

"Let her sleep, don't disturb her." George said quickly.

"Congratulations, Harry." Winter held up her butterbeer to Harry.

After Harry and Angelina finished talking, they sat between Winter and Hermione. As soon as he sat over, Hermione woke up, "Oh, Harry, it's you..." she said sleepily. "I'm just so... so tired," she yawned, "I didn't go to bed until one o'clock and I kept knitting hats. They disappeared in the blink of an eye!"

"Great." Harry said absently, "You two, come here and listen, I was in Umbridge's office just now, and she touched my arm..."

Winter and Hermione listened intently to Harry's speech. After Harry finished speaking, Hermione said slowly: "Are you worried that the mysterious man controls her, just like he controlled Quirrell?"

"Yeah," Harry said in a low voice, "It's possible, isn't it?"

"No," Winter flatly denied this statement, "Voldemort already has a physical body, so there is no need to control her. I think Voldemort just had a huge mood swing when Umbridge touched your arm. .”

"I suggest you go find Dumbledore," Hermione said.

"No, I don't want to bother him with something like this." Harry said, lowering his head.

"Harry, I'm sure Dumbledore would like to be bothered by this..."

"Yeah, this is the only thing Dumbledore cares about about me, isn't it, my scar? I think I'd better write a letter and tell Sirius about it and see what he thinks..."

"Harry, you can't talk about things like this in your letters!" Hermione said, looking panicked. "You don't remember, Moody told us to be careful when writing letters! We can't guarantee that owls won't be intercepted halfway. Walk!"

"Okay, okay, then I won't tell him!" Shali said irritably. He stood up. "I'm going to bed. Tell Ron for me. Okay?"

"Oh, no," Hermione said with a look of relief, "I have to go back to sleep, I'm really exhausted, and I want to knit some more hats tomorrow. By the way, if you're willing, you can help I knitted together, it was very fun, and now my skills are getting better and better, and I can also knit patterns, small wool balls and various patterns."

"Welcome to the hat-knitting army, Harry." Winter extended a hand to shake Harry's hand, "I'm one of them too."

Harry looked at Hermione's face and found that it was shining with joy. He tried his best to show that he was a little tempted by her suggestion, "Well... yes, but not tomorrow. I have a lot of homework to do. Here..." He dragged his tired steps towards the stairs of the boys' dormitory, where Hermione was left looking a little disappointed. "Winter, it seems that you can only knit with me."

Winter hated Harry's backstabbing now, and she decided to force Cedric to knit for her too.