[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

When she got up the next day, Hermione also discovered the notice posted by the Gemini, "Plenty of Galleons - Is your pocket money not enough to cover your expenses? Want to earn more gold? Please share the rest with Gryffindor Contact Fred and George Weasley at the office to find a simple, almost painless, after-school job."

"They've gone too far," Hermione said sternly, peeling off the paper. "We have to talk to them. Ron, oh, what's wrong with you, Harry? What are you angry about?" Hermione turned around and saw Harry with the same bad expression.

"Seamus thinks Harry lied about You-Know-Who." Ron said succinctly when Harry didn't answer.

Winter sighed. "Yes, Lavender thought so too... But after the two of us had a fight with her, she shut her mouth." Winter put her hands on her hips and looked at Harry with an air of anticipation, as if she was waiting. Praise.

"Pfft...Okay, thank you both." Harry finally felt better. They walked into the auditorium and found that Hagrid still hadn't returned.

"Hey, Dumbledore didn't say how long she would be teaching here." Ron said.

"Maybe Dumbledore doesn't want people to notice Hagrid?" Winter said, and Hermione nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, I think so too."

Angelina came over and told everyone that she had become the Quidditch captain, "Ah, by the way, Oliver is gone and we need a new goalkeeper. The selection will be held at five o'clock on Friday afternoon. I hope all the players will Everyone can be here, okay? This way we can see if the new guy can cooperate well with everyone. Don’t forget, Harry.”

"Okay." Harry said. Angelina smiled at him and left.

"I forgot that Wood was gone," Hermione said calmly as she sat down next to Ron, dragging a plate of bread in front of her, "I think that will have a big impact on the team?"

"I think so," Harry sat down on the bench opposite, "He's an excellent goalkeeper..."

"Yes, and he's very handsome." Winter said as he picked up a piece of bread.

"Winter, don't just pay attention to other people's appearance. It wouldn't be bad to absorb some fresh blood, right?" Ron said.

Winter chewed the bread and said, "Okay, okay, Ron, you should try it too. When you were at the Burrow, I saw that you were very good at guarding the door."

At this time, Professor McGonagall divided the course schedule one by one along the table, "Look at today!" Ron sighed, "History of Magic, two Potions classes, Divination class, two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes... Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and that woman named Umbridge, all on the same day! I hope Fred and George speed up and get out those quick-acting sugar candies..."

"There's something wrong with my ears, right?" Fred said. He and George sat huddled next to Winter. "The prefects of Hogwarts don't want to skip class, do they?"

"Let me show you our class schedule," Winter shoved the class schedule under Fred's nose, "You can't blame Ron."

"That's right," Fred said while browsing the class schedule. "Man, if you want, you can have some nosebleed nougat. It's very cheap."

"Why is it cheap?" Ron said doubtfully.

"Because the nosebleed will keep bleeding and you'll end up curled up in a ball. We haven't found an antidote yet." George said and started to eat a piece of smoked fish.

"Unscrupulous merchants," Winter said while chewing bread.

"Speaking of your short-term sweets," Hermione said, glaring sternly at Fred and George, "you can't put an ad on the Gryffindor noticeboard for experimenters."

"Who said that?" said George, pretending to be surprised.

"I said so," said Hermione, "and Ron."

"This has nothing to do with me." Ron said quickly. Hermione glared at him angrily. Fred and George chuckled. "It won't be long before you change your tune, Hermione," said Fred. "You'll be starting your fifth year and soon you'll be begging us for skipping sweets."

"Why does being in fifth year mean I need skipping candy?" Hermione asked. "Fifth grade is the year of owls." George said, "You have to deal with exams endlessly. They will be like a grinding wheel grinding your nose hard, and the skin on the tip of the nose will be worn out. Just for owls, half of our grade My classmates all had a little trouble."

Winter recalled that when he was tortured by Owls for the first time, it was extremely painful. The metaphor of Fred and George can be said to be very vivid.

Fred then said happily, "For example, he cried and wiped his eyes, lost his temper, fainted at every turn, and Kenneth Toler's body was covered with boils. Do you remember?"

"That's because you put a lot of foam in his pajamas," George said.

"Oh, yes," said Fred, smiling mischievously, "I forgot: it's really hard to remember clearly sometimes, isn't it?"

"I'm so grateful now that you two just tickled me, really," Winter said.

"Always be gentle to ladies, especially beautiful ladies," George joked.

"We know that our future is outside of school, but we won't waste our last year here," Fred said, looking around the auditorium wistfully, "We are going to use this year to do something Market research to find out what the average Hogwarts student wants to buy from the Joke Shop, carefully evaluate our research results, and then produce products that meet the needs."

"I hope to buy candy that can make people less ticklish." Winter was the first to raise his hand to answer, but was voted down by Fred. "No way, we will never develop this."

"But where are you going to get the money to open a joke shop?" Hermione asked doubtfully. "You need all the ingredients and ingredients, as well as a venue."

Fred said: "Don't ask us, we won't make up lies to deceive you, Hermione. Come on, George, if we go early, we can still sell a few telescopic ears before the Herbology class. Goodbye, Little Win special."

"Bye, Winter, see you at noon." George and Fred left together.

"What does that mean?" said Hermione, "don't ask us...? Could it be that they've got some funds to start a joke shop?"

"Actually, I've been wondering about this too." Ron frowned and said, "They bought me a new ceremonial robe this summer. I really don't understand where they got the money from..."

Winter pointed at the two of them: "Shouldn't you two be more worried about the exam?"

Winter secretly glanced at Harry, and it was obvious that Harry was very grateful to Winter for this timely help.

"What are you planning to do after graduation?" Winter asked.

"I want to be an Auror," Harry said.

"Well, being an Auror is pretty cool." Ron said in a half-serious tone. "But they are almost all elites, and you have to be very good. What about you, Winter?"

"I'm going to... be a waiter for Fred and George."

"They don't even have a store," Ron said. "And if you work as a waiter, you'll be pissed off by them."

Harry felt that Winter wouldn't be mad to death. After all, Fred and George also obviously liked her. Why did so many people like her?

On the way to the History of Magic class, Winter was pulled aside by Cedric, "Why are you with those two boys again?"

"It just happened that they sat over and they told us some things... about what happened after they graduated."

"Okay, I believe you, those two boys are really annoying." Cedric quickly kissed Winter's forehead and hurried to his Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In the History of Magic class, Winter, Harry, and Ron slept soundly.

"What will happen if I don't lend you my notes this year?" Hermione asked them coldly as they left the classroom to rest.

"We're going to fail History of Magic," said Ron. "If you want to have a bad conscience, Hermione..."

She retorted sternly, "You didn't listen to his lectures at all, did you?"

"We work hard," Ron said, "We just don't have your brain, your memory, your concentration... You are just smarter than us..." Winter and Harry nodded fiercely in agreement.

"Hmph, don't feed me these ecstasy soups." Hermione said, but her expression softened slightly, and she led the way outside to the damp yard. It had just rained outside, and the weather looked a bit gloomy.

"Hello, Harry!"

It was Qiu Zhang, and she was alone this time.

"Hello," Harry said.

"Hmm... It seems that you have cleaned up that thing?"

Hermione and Ron had puzzled expressions on their faces, and Winter whispered to them, "Last time, Neville got the smelly juice from his Mibu Mibu all over us... Qiu Zhang just came in and wanted to have sex with Harry. say hi."

"That's so embarrassing..." Hermione whispered.

"Yeah." Harry responded to Qiu, trying his best to smile. It seemed that the last time they met was not awkward, but quite fun. "So, how was your... um... summer vacation?"

Qiu Zhang said with a smile: "Oh, it's good, you know..." Just when the ambiguous atmosphere between Harry and Qiu Zhang was about to overflow with pink bubbles. "Is that the Tornadoes' badge?" Ron suddenly pointed at the front of Qiu's robe and asked, "Don't you support them?"

"I do support them," Autumn said.

"Have you always supported them, or have you supported them since they started winning the Confederation Cup?" Ron asked, in what Harry considered an unnecessary accusatory tone.

"I've been rooting for them since I was six," Autumn said coldly. "Well...goodbye, Harry." She walked away.

Hermione and Winter waited until Qiu walked to the middle of the yard, then turned around together, scolding Ron one by one, "You are so ignorant!" "Why can't you look at the eyes!" "Can't you see? Come out, does she want to talk to Harry alone?" "That's right! If Harry ends up alone, it's because of you!"

"What? How can I be the reason why Harry ends up alone?" Ron was complaining about himself. Harry thought for a moment, and then said in a funny tone: "Winter, I shouldn't end up alone. .”

"Hehe, what if." Winter smiled mischievously.