[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

The next morning, Harry, Ron and Hermione were having breakfast while studying their class schedule for this semester. Fred, George, holding Winter, and Li Jordan were discussing how to make themselves older and then get away with it. Participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

After breakfast, Winter and Harry went to herbal medicine class together. Professor Sprout showed the class a plant that looked like a big slug, and each one was squirming slightly, and there were many sparkles on it. A large shiny bulge that seemed to be filled with liquid.

"Babo tuber." Professor Sprout told everyone cheerfully, "You need to squeeze it with your hands, and you have to collect its pus."

"A bit...uh..." Winter grimaced in discomfort, which reminded her of the pimple popping video she had watched on her phone before.

After class, the Gryffindor students went in the other direction, to Hagrid's cabin. "Good morning!" Hagrid said, smiling at the four of them. "It's best to wait for the Slytherin students. They definitely don't want to miss this, the Blast-Ended Skrewt!" Hagrid pointed to the box at his feet. .

"Why are we doing this kind of class all morning?" Winter glanced at the true appearance of the Blast-Ended Skrewt, and whispered to Hermione in pain, because she was afraid that Hagrid would be sad.

The four Winters must have liked Hagrid very much to be willing to grab handfuls of greasy frog livers and put them in the box to lure the snails.

"Ugh...Help...Ugh...Hermione..." Both Winter and Ron made similar sounds.

The snail's tail injured Dean Thomas' hand, and the spikes on the skin startled Lavender.

"Oh, I know why we need to take care of them," Malfoy said sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want a pet that can burn, sting, and bite?"

get out of class was finally over, and Winter breathed a sigh of relief. They sat down at the Gryffindor table and ate lamb chops and potatoes. Hermione devoured her food quickly, while Harry and Ron looked at her in amazement. "Are you going to throw up?" Ron asked.

"No," Hermione said, "I just want to go to the library. Well, see you at dinner."

"Hello, Miss Misen." When Winter turned around, it was Cedric's handsome face. "What's wrong? Cedric."

"Your friend left in such a hurry, it seems... the quill fell to the ground." Cedric indeed held a quill in his hand, "Okay, thank you, I'll give it to her later."

The bell rang for afternoon classes, and Harry, Winter, and Ron walked towards the north tower.

Professor Trelawney was predicting Harry's death again, "Saturn, dear, Saturn!" Professor Trelawney said, "Saturn must have dominated the sky at the moment you were born... Your black hair …your thin figure…you lost your parents in infancy…I can tell you, my dear, were you born in winter?”

"No," said Harry, "my birthday is in July."

"Can you show me Uranus, Lavender?" said Ron. It was really unlucky that Professor Trelawney heard what he said. Perhaps because of this, she gave the two boys so much homework before get out of class ended. Fortunately, Winter was with Neville in this class.

"A lot of homework?" Hermione caught up with them from behind and asked happily, "Professor Victor didn't leave any homework!"

"By the way, Hermione, your quill fell and Cedric picked it up." Winter took out the quill.

"What are you talking about? My quill has always been in my schoolbag. How could I lose it?"

"Whose is this?" Winter began to wonder, holding the quill in his hand.

"Winter?" Cedric appeared behind him again, with an awkward smile on his face, "I remembered wrongly, this is my quill."

"Ah, then give it back to you." Winter quickly returned the quill to Cedric, "Okay... then goodbye?"

"Goodbye Cedric." Hermione snickered beside her, "Oh, he's looking for a chance to talk to you."

"Well...I can see it too..." Winter made a face.

They came to the foyer, which was packed with people waiting in line to eat.

As soon as they stood at the end of the line, a harsh voice suddenly sounded from behind. "Weasley! Hello, Weasley!" Everyone turned around and saw Malfoy Crabbe and Goyle standing there.

"What?" Ron asked angrily.

"Are you happy that your father is in the newspaper again? They didn't even write your father's name correctly. He's just a nobody, isn't he?" he gloated loudly.

"Ignore him." Winter wanted to take Ron away quickly.

"There's another photo, Weasley!" Malfoy said, turning the newspaper over and holding it up high. "A photo of your parents, standing at the door of your house - you actually call this a house. ! If your mother could lose some weight, she would look pretty good, right?"

Ron was shaking with rage, and everyone in the hall looked at him. "Go away, Malfoy," Winter said. "Don't be angry, Ron..."

"Oh, by the way, Mison, you are living with them this summer, right?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "Then tell me, is his mother really that fat, or is the photo a little distorted?"

"What about your mother, Malfoy?" Harry said, while Winter and Hermione grabbed the back of Ron's robe to prevent him from jumping towards Malfoy. "Look at the look on her face. It’s like there’s shit under her nose! Does she always look like that, or is it just because she’s with you?”

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red, "How dare you insult my mother!"

"Then shut your fat mouth," Harry said, turning away.

boom!

Something white-hot brushed against Harry's cheek. Seeing this, Winter quickly turned around and took out his wand, but before Winter could touch the wand, he heard another loud noise.

boom! Then a roar echoed through the foyer.

"Oh, don't do that, boy!"

Moody limped down the marble stairs. He held the wand in his hand and pointed it at a ferret, which was trembling on the stone floor, where Malfoy had been standing just now.

No one in the hall dared to speak except Moody. Moody turned and looked at Harry with his good eye, while his evil eye was circling around Winter.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily, his voice low and hoarse, as if he had been burned by something.

"No," said Harry.

"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled and turned around again. It was Crabbe who was about to pick up the ferret, but he didn't dare to move now.

Moody limped toward the stoat, which yelped in terror and ran toward the basement.

"I don't believe in this evil!" Moody yelled, pointing the wand at the ferret again, letting it rise into the air almost level with a tree, then fell to the ground with a thud, and then rose up again.

"I can't bear to attack others behind their backs. This is the most filthy, despicable and cowardly behavior!"

The stoat's legs and tail were waving desperately.

"Don't do that again!" said Moody.

"Professor Moody! What...what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall, who was passing by, happened to see this scene and asked, her eyes following the ferret.

"Teach a lesson," Moody said.

"What, Moody, is that a student?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, and the books in her arms fell to the ground. "Yes." Moody said.

"Oh my God!" Professor McGonagall yelled, hurriedly walked down the stairs, pulled out her wand and restored Draco Malfoy. He huddled up and lay on the stone floor, his hair spread over his face, which was dazzlingly red at the moment. After a while, he stood up, looking trembling.

"Moody, we never use transformation as punishment!" Professor McGonagall said weakly, "Professor Dumbledore must have told you, right?"

"He probably mentioned it," said Moody, "but I think it needs to be seriously..."

"We can put him in detention, Moody! Or report it to the dean of the college where the person is located."

"I will do that," Moody said, glaring at Malfoy with disgust.

Malfoy's light eyes were filled with tears. He looked up at Moody viciously and muttered something.

"Oh, really?"

Moody limped a few steps forward, "Yes, I have known your father before, son... you tell him that Moody is paying close attention to his son... Just tell him for me... the dean of your college It's Snape, isn't it?"

"Yes." Malfoy said resentfully.

"An old friend too," Moody growled. "I've been looking forward to having a good chat with him... Come on, boy..." As he said that, he grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him towards the underground classroom. .

"Don't talk to me," Ron whispered.

A few minutes later, they were sitting at the Gryffindor table. "Why?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Because I want this thing to be engraved in my memory forever," Ron said. He closed his eyes and had a very happy expression on his face. Everyone laughed, and Hermione began to divide the dinner among everyone. On people's plates.

"He's quite powerful, don't you think?" Winter said while chewing beef.

"However, he might really hurt Malfoy," Hermione said. "Fortunately, Professor McGonagall stopped it in time!"

"Oh Hermione, you are interrupting the happiest few minutes of my life." Ron said, and the four of them started to laugh again.

Hermione devoured her meal again and ran to the library. "What on earth is she doing, Winter?" Ron asked.

"You'll know in a few days!" Winter deliberately let it slip.

"Oh! Why are you like this!" Ron cried out in pain.

As soon as Hermione left, her seat was taken by Fred. "Moody!" he said. "He's so cool, isn't he?"

"It's more than cool!" George said, sitting down on the other side of Winter.

"It's so cool!" Li Jordan sat on the seat next to George. "We took his class this afternoon." He said to the three of Winter. "How was it?" Harry asked eagerly.

Fred, George and Lee exchanged meaningful glances. "I've never had a class like this before," Fred said.

"He really understands it, man," Lee said.

"What do you know?" Ron leaned forward and asked.

"You know what it's like to work outside." George said solemnly.

"What work?" Harry asked. "Fight the Dark Arts," Fred said. "He's seen it all," George said. "It's amazing," Lee said.

"You guys are always exciting." Winter continued to eat, "Of course, otherwise it wouldn't be interesting at all." Fred put his arm around Winter's shoulders, but George took his hand off.

"Anyway, you'll understand if you take his class." George said, "Let's go, we still have things to do."

"Isn't it again?" Winter looked at the three boys suspiciously.

"Keep it secret." Fred and George each pinched Winter's face and walked away.

Harry felt briefly uncomfortable when he saw this scene, and Ron rummaged through his schoolbag for the course schedule. "We won't have his class until Thursday!" he said in a disappointed tone.