From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

The three little ones walked out of Professor Capet's office dejectedly.

"Hagrid and Professor Capet must know everything," Harry said firmly, "but why didn't they tell us? Or do they just don't believe us? I thought Professor Capet was my mother's friend. Will believe me."

"Harry, it's okay, we still have a way." Ron comforted Harry and said.

Harry messed up his hair frantically: "What else can we do! Hagrid and Cappy won't tell us anything."

"Let's go find Fred," Hermione said suddenly, "and ask them to help collect information about Nico Flamel, in Professor Capet's office."

"You mean to let them peek at Professor Capet's letters?" Harry became excited. He thought this was a good idea.

"Uh, not peeking," Hermione corrected, "I mean, if they come across any information about Nico Flamel, please tell us. There are many famous wizards who have their own monograms, Or a seal, if we knew this information, we might be able to find Nico Flamel. Not a peek."

"Why does it still sound like peeping to me?" Ron muttered.Hermione was so angry that she picked up the book and slapped him on the head: "I told you I didn't peek, I saw it accidentally."

Ron walked around to Harry and said, "Okay, but let me remind you, Fred and George will not help us for free."

……

In the Gryffindor lounge, George and Fred looked at each other suspiciously: "So, you want us to be spies?"

"Not a spy," Hermione corrected sternly, "I'm just asking you to help me keep an eye out for information about Nico Flamel."

"Isn't that a spy?"

Hermione wanted to speak again to refute, but Harry spoke first: "George, Fred, can you please help me?"

"So, is it the savior who needs our help?" George smiled and hugged Harry's neck.

"It's an honor for both of us to be able to help the Boy Who Lived." Fred acted exaggeratedly.

"So you agreed to help?" Ron looked at the twins distrustfully. He didn't believe that these two people would help so happily.

Sure enough, the two of them picked up Ron, and George said: "Of course not, little Ronnie, do you know the first law of alchemy?"

"It's an exchange of equal value."

Ron was panic-stricken. He saw a smirk on the twins' faces. He was very familiar with it. Whenever this kind of smile appeared, it meant that the twins were planning to play a prank.

The two of them lifted Ron onto the sofa: "Little Ronny, haven't we helped Gryffindor students to significantly improve their Potions class scores recently? This made Professor Snape very unhappy. Now he is in Find out who made these manuals. You have to stand in our way."

"Help?" Ron retorted loudly, "Did you help? It was obviously Harry's mother's notes that helped a lot!"

Ever since Harry got his mother's Potions notes, Hermione had volunteered to start sorting out the first year portion.Soon George and Fred also knew about it. They borrowed notes from Harry and worked with Cedric of Hufflepuff to sort out the sections for the second to sixth years. They compiled them into a booklet and began to publish them in the two houses. distribution.

As a result, most students in both houses have a Potions Notebook from the mysterious Gryffindor senior sister, making them make fewer and fewer mistakes in Potions class.Professor Snape has no chance to deduct points.

Harry felt particularly strange about Snape's behavior.He found that since the potions he refined according to his mother's instructions were always successful, Professor Snape would stand next to him every time and watch him operate, without speaking or deducting points, just standing aside and watching.But the bloodshot eyes and clenched fists let Harry know that he was definitely not admiring him.

"Ron, Professor Snape has said many times that he must catch this bastard who tampered with textbooks and burn all these illegal operation manuals." George patted his younger brother on the shoulder.

"Think about it, you are not only helping us, but also helping your best friend Harry. Can you bear to see Harry's mother's notes taken away by Snape?"

Ron bravely took the blame.

In Potions class the next day, Snape once again discovered that someone had done something illegal. He finally couldn't help it anymore and looked in the direction of Harry and Ron with sinister eyes: "Who is tampering with the textbooks and using this kind of stuff?" Illegal operations are distributed everywhere.”

Ron immediately raised his hand, and without waiting for Snape to call his name, he stood up and shouted loudly: "Professor, I wrote these."

Seamus Finnigan, who was sitting in the front, couldn't help laughing, and Snape quickly gave him a gouge.

"This is really a big joke, Weasley, tell me where you learned these illegal operations." Snape sneered.

Ron's dead pig is not afraid of boiling water: "I picked it up under a willow tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest."

This time the Slytherin students couldn't help it anymore. Draco covered his stomach and got under the table: "Weasley, you should write novels. Soon your sales will surpass Gilderoy Lockhart's." ”

"Quiet," Snape used his unique aria-like accent to maintain classroom discipline, "Weasley, you will deduct 5 points from Gryffindor for your stupid lie."

Snape then looked at Harry: "Potter, 10 points."

Harry argued, "Professor! Why?"

Snape stared at Harry with his black eyes and said through gritted teeth: "Harry Potter, you clearly knew that Weasley was deceiving the professor but did not stop him, so you will deduct 10 points."

Harry was breathing heavily. He didn't understand why Snape was targeting him like this. He wanted to rush up immediately, take out his mother's notes, slap him on his hooked nose, and tell him: "My mother is the mysterious student." Sister, her potion skills are much higher than yours."

Fortunately, Ron squeezed his hand in time and Harry didn't do anything impulsive.

……

In the evening, as soon as George and Fred returned to the Gryffindor lounge from Professor Capet's class, the three little ones surrounded them.

George and Fred spread their hands: "We didn't find any useful information. In fact, Professor Capet seemed to be guarding the two of us today."

The three of them slumped on the sofa as if they were wilted. Harry said in confusion: "Why don't they let us know anything? Hagrid as well, and Professor Capet as well."

"Calm down, Harry," Ron said without feeling too discouraged: "Maybe the adults did a lot of things without us knowing."