[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

But dinner in the Great Hall that night was not a pleasant experience for Harry. News of his shouting match with Umbridge spread like wildfire, even by Hogwarts standards, incredibly quickly. "What I don't understand," Harry said through gritted teeth as he put down the cutlery in his hands, "is how they all believed it when Dumbledore told them this two months ago..."

"The thing is, Harry, I'm not sure they believe it." Hermione said sternly, "Oh, let's get out of here." She put down her knife and fork heavily, and both Ron and Winter I haven't finished eating yet, but I still follow them. People kept staring as they walked out of the auditorium.

"What do you mean, you're not sure they believe Dumbledore?" Harry asked Hermione as they reached the second floor landing.

"Alas, you actually don't understand what happened after it happened," Hermione said softly. "Winter fainted and was picked up by Cedric. After a while, you appeared there again holding the trophy. Which of us None of us saw what happened in the maze... We just heard Dumbledore say that the mysterious man came back and started fighting with you."

"But that's a fact! Winter had foreseen it! Otherwise she wouldn't have saved Cedric!" Harry said loudly.

"No, Harry, what Hermione means is...we are on vacation before everyone has fully digested the news, and throughout the summer, the news they received is that you are a madman." Winter said worriedly.

"Meebomebo." Hermione said before the Fat Lady could ask. The portrait popped open, revealing a hole in the back, and the four of them climbed in.

The common room was almost empty, and almost all the students were still having dinner down there.

Hermione sat on the chair and pondered something, "How could Dumbledore let this happen?" Hermione suddenly shouted, and Crookshanks jumped away from her, looking offended. Hermione banged the armrest of the chair angrily, "How could he let that horrible woman teach us? And in the year when we are taking the OWLS exams!"

"Well, we've never had a decent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, have we?" said Harry. "You know how it is, Hagrid told us that no one wanted to take the job, they said This job is cursed.”

"That's true, but we actually hired someone who doesn't let us do magic at all! What trick is Dumbledore playing?" Ron said.

"It must have been arranged by Fudge. He knew that Dumbledore couldn't find anyone, so he arranged for one of his cronies to come in. Okay, let's finish our homework quickly, otherwise we won't be able to finish it," Winter said.

They took their schoolbags from the corner and returned to the chairs by the fire. At this time, the students came back after eating one after another. Hermione and Winter noticed Fred and George at the same time. They were sitting among a group of innocent-looking first years. Each freshman was chewing something in his mouth, which seemed to be taken from Fred's hand. It was taken out of the big paper bag.

Winter ran over in a small step, also wanting to visit: "What are you two feeding them?"

"Coma Peanut Candy." George whispered, "It's very mature."

Those first-year students felt as if their heads were hit by an invisible sledgehammer, and they all fainted in their seats. Some plopped to the ground, and some just collapsed on the armrests of the chairs, tongues hanging out. Everyone was laughing. As a result, Winter saw Hermione in the distance walking straight towards Fred and George. "Oh... you two are finished." Winter said.

"What the hell..."

"That's enough!" Hermione said majestically to Fred and George, who both looked up in slight surprise.

"Yeah, you're right," George nodded and said, "This dose seems to be enough, doesn't it?"

"I already told you this morning, you are not allowed to test your garbage on your classmates!"

"We paid them!" Fred said angrily.

"I don't care, this could be dangerous!"

"Calm down, Hermione, it'll be okay!" Li Jordan reassured her, walking around among the first years and stuffing purple candies into their open mouths.

"Yeah, look, they're all awake now," George said.

A few freshmen did start to stir. Seeing herself lying on the floor or slumped in a chair, she looked very shocked. "Are you okay?" Winter asked the black-haired little girl kindly. "I...I think so." The girl said tremblingly.

"That's great," Fred said happily, but then Hermione snatched away his clipboard and the paper bag of coma peanut brittle. “Not great at all!”

"Of course that's great, they're all alive, aren't they?" Fred said angrily.

"You can't do this, what if any of them get seriously ill?"

"We won't let them get sick. We have already tested these sugars on ourselves, and now we just want to see if everyone reacts the same way..."

"If you don't stop doing this, I'm going to..."

"Pluck us into solitary confinement?" Fred said, with a hint of "I want to see if you dare" in his voice. "We are made to write sentences?" George said mockingly.

Hermione held her body as straight as possible, narrowed her eyes, and her shaggy hair seemed to crackle with lightning.

"Oh no... you two are really finished." Winter said desperately.

"No," Hermione said, her voice trembling slightly with anger, "but I'm going to write to your mother."

"You won't," said George, taking a startled step back from her.

"Oh, yes. I will write it," Hermione said unequivocally. "I can't stop you from eating these boring things yourself, but you can't give them to the first years."

Fred and George looked absolutely terrified. Obviously, in their view, Hermione's threat was a very insidious move. Hermione gave them one last hard look, thrust Fred's clipboard and the bag of candy into his arms, and strode back to her chair by the fire.

"I said you two are finished." Winter said, shaking his shoulders.

"She won't really write it, will she?" George's voice was filled with panic. "If you two are willing to beg me, maybe I will go and intercede with her."

"Please!" Fred secretly said to Winter, "Please!!" George also came over.

"Okay, okay, I will talk to Hermione, but I suggest that you two don't do experiments with freshmen in front of her, otherwise I won't be able to do anything next time."

"We'll be careful." Fred and George agreed quickly.

"You're not really going to write a letter to Mrs. Weasley, are you?" Winter asked Hermione in the dormitory at night.

"Not this time, I'm just scaring them, but if they continue like this next time, it won't necessarily happen." Hermione said.

The next morning, the weather was as gray as the day before, with drizzle. During breakfast, Hagrid was still missing from the staff table. Two Charms lessons were followed by two Transfiguration lessons. Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall both spent fifteen minutes stressing the importance of the OWS exam to the entire class.

In Charms class, they spent more than an hour reviewing flying spells. Before get out of class ended, Flitwick assigned a large number of spells as homework like never before.

The Transfiguration class was learning about the Vanishing Curse. Only Hermione and Winter did not have to do homework. Everyone else had to practice this spell overnight and prepare to try it on those snails the next afternoon. (Winter: Fortunately, I had the script in advance.)

Hermione was angry that Ron had slandered her wool hat yesterday, so instead of going to the library with the two boys, she had a wonderful lunch with Winter.

In the Care of Magical Creatures class in the afternoon, they learned about the Bowtruckle. The Bowtruckle was a small one and very cute. Unfortunately, Harry failed to protect their one, and Winter didn't get enough of it.

"I just hope Hagrid finishes his business and comes back soon, that's all." Harry whispered as they went to Herbology class. "Don't say that that woman from Grapland is better than him in class!" He said threateningly again.

The door to the greenhouse closest to them opened, and some fourth-year students crowded out. A few seconds later, Luna came out too. When she saw Harry, her bulging eyes bulged with excitement. Coming out, she walked straight towards Harry. Luna took a deep breath, and without saying hello first, she said bluntly: "I believe that the devil who cannot even be named is back. I believe you fought with him and escaped from him. claws."

"Well, yes," Harry said awkwardly. Winter saw Luna wearing two carrot-like earrings, "Luna! Your earrings are so beautiful!" Winter didn't understand what Lavender and Parvati had to laugh about.

"Well...thank you, Winter, I like it too." Luna hummed again and walked away.

"Do you really think that looks good?" Hermione frowned. "Winter, are you serious?"

"Is it really beautiful?"

"Hermione, can you please stop saying that you are the only one who believes in me?" Harry said to Hermione.

"Oh, for God's sake, Harry, you don't have to put your hopes in her," said Hermione. "Ginny told me everything about her. It's obvious that she only believed the little things." Groundless things. Alas, I knew her father was running The Quibbler, how could she be any better?"

"But I think 'The Quibbler' is very interesting," said Winter. Hermione looked at Winter in disbelief, "Winter, that's all bullshit!"

"The point is that everyone knows it's nonsense, so it's particularly interesting." Winter said with a smile.

Ernie Macmillan walked up to Harry. "I want you to know, Potter," he said in a loud, far-reaching voice, "that it's not just weirdos who support you. I personally believe in you one hundred percent. Our family has always been firmly behind Dumbledore, and so am I."

As everyone expected, Professor Sprout also emphasized the importance of owls to them as soon as the class started. At the end of class, Professor Sprout assigned them to write a paper. "Why do you have to write a paper for the herbal medicine class?!" Winter roared, "I really want to drop out."

As soon as everyone arrived at the door of the auditorium, they heard an angry voice shouting: "Hey, Potter!"

"What's wrong?" Harry muttered impatiently, and turned around to see Angelina Johnson. "I'll tell you what's wrong," she said, rushing to him in a few steps and poking his fingers hard. Chest, "Why did you get yourself a solitary confinement at five o'clock on a Friday afternoon?"

"What?" said Harry, "Oh, yes, pick a goalkeeper!"

Angelina said passionately, "I don't care what you do. If you want, you might as well tell her that the mysterious man was a figment of your imagination, just to ensure that you can be there!" She left angrily.

"She... looks like... Wood..." Winter said looking at Angelina's back. Harry nodded desperately.