Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Hermione and Luna became good friends again - the day after their argument.

Ivan doesn't understand the conditions for friendship between creatures like girls. If it were him...

Well, if it were him, then after the argument, the other party would most likely not survive the next day.

In just one week, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny formed a close-knit iron triangle. Every night, Alvin could always see the three girls gathering together in the common room, whispering. He was talking about something, and from time to time he let out bursts of laughter like silver bells, attracting the attention of other boys in the same grade.

"Hermione - lend me your homework -"

Early on the weekend morning, Alvin appeared in a daze in the common room, staring at his white hair like a henhouse.

"Why did you get up so early today?" Hermione looked very surprised when she saw Alvin's appearance.

"Well... I was woken up by Oliver." Ivan rubbed his eyes: "He asked Harry to train and woke me up."

"I said why his eyes are swollen..." Hermione muttered with an amused look on her face.

"Well, I gave you a punch..." Alvin muttered: "I want to finish my homework as soon as possible, or you can help me write it or something..."

Hermione stared at Alvin angrily, and after a while, she reached out her hand angrily: "Bring it here!"

"Hehe..." Alvin grinned, took out a piece of parchment and handed it to the other party, while Ginny and Luna snickered quietly.

Because a certain Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was really disliked, Alvin and Hermione never went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which left Hermione with a lot of time to do her homework and help Alvin by the way. Write a section and review it.

Outside the window, the sun is clear and bright.

In the Gryffindor common room, three little girls, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny, were doing homework together and chatting.

Ivan was wearing pajamas and was lying on a soft chair in a daze. Hermione peeked in his direction from time to time, and then quickly turned her head away, her face turning red when Ginny and Luna looked at her playfully.

Until the setting sun shone outside the window, Alvin and Fred George set off fireworks with great shouts, and the first week of the school year passed quietly.

The second and third weeks after that were all peaceful and uneventful, except for Lockhart who made some trouble in class from time to time.

"Am I really paranoid?"

Early in the morning in October, Alvin looked at the new issue of the Daily Prophet. The report recorded that the Ministry of Magic was still vigorously searching for Sirius.

There is still no news about Voldemort, and as for Lockhart, no clues have been revealed so far.

"Is it because you are too nervous?" Hermione thought for a while: "I took Lockhart's class some time ago. Let's put it this way, he is so incompetent that he doesn't look like a bad person."

Alvin: "..."

This evaluation really made him not know what to evaluate...

"Is there anything unusual during this period?" After thinking about it, Ivan looked at Harry who was having breakfast.

"Well -" Harry pursed his lips: "Malfoy's father donated seven Nimbus 2001 to the Slytherin Academy team. In addition, Wood's training intensity is also very abnormal. He seems to want to tire us to death..."

Ivan shook his head helplessly. He knew that Lucius donated the seven broomsticks. This plot seemed to be in the original work.

As for Wood – it’s actually pretty normal.

Perhaps because of Ivan's donation, Wood is on track to defend three consecutive Academy Cup titles before graduation. When Ivan passed by the second floor yesterday, I heard that he was fighting with Professor McGonagall to exempt Harry from Transfiguration homework. Because the first Quidditch match of the year is about to begin...

That's Professor McGonagall!

Even a lawless existence like Ivan would be three points weaker when faced with Professor McGonagall's serious buff. This guy actually asked Professor McGonagall to spare Harry's homework!

No need to ask, he was scolded.

Alvin sat at the long table and scratched his hair, having no clue about the next plot.

However, since Harry, the protagonist of the story, has not encountered any problems, it is probably possible that there really is no problem.

In the evening, Alvin and Hermione were walking in the corridor of the castle. The bag behind Hermione contained a change of clothes. They planned to go to the prefect's bathroom to take a good bath.

October in Scotland is humid and cold. Except for places like the lounge and bedrooms, there is a damp and cold air everywhere in the castle. There is even cold dew on the walls of the underground classroom in the Potions class.

There have been a lot of students catching colds recently, but this is the wizarding world after all, and colds are just a minor problem for wizards - all they need is a small bottle of refreshing potion from Madam Pomfrey.

Earlier, because of his thin clothes, Ivan was given a small bottle when he met Madam Pomfrey. Then, in the next few hours, smoke billowed out of his ears like a train, which was extremely magical.

Raindrops as big as bullets pattered against the windows of the castle. Hogwarts ushered in the rainy season, and the surface of the Black Lake in the distance was slowly rising in the successive heavy rains.

"You have to take a good soak, otherwise a cold will be inevitable." Hermione said briskly: "I really envy you, you don't know how to catch a cold, and you are as strong as a dragon."

"I'm just not afraid of the cold, not the tide." Ivan shook his head: "If this weather lasts for a long time, I will inevitably catch a cold."

"So this is why you occupied the fireplace in the lounge?" Hermione raised her eyebrows and said displeased: "You scared me to death by getting into the fire without saying a word!"

"I have mastered the power of the Flame Dragon." Aiwen said proudly.

"Yes, yes, you are the best!" Hermione said helplessly.

In the empty corridor, a ghostly shadow floated past.

The almost headless Nick muttered to himself as he floated past the two of them.

"Good afternoon, Nick!" Alvin greeted.

"Oh, hello, hello, Mr. Darknight." Nick turned his head in a daze, and was stunned for a moment after seeing Alvin, and then a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes: "Oh! Mr. Darknight! Yes! Haha! It's you! That's right..."

"Is he crazy?" Ivan looked at Hermione and muttered softly.

Hermione shook her head, not sure why Nick was so excited.

Before the two of them asked, Nick bowed deeply to Alvin, and in his hand was a transparent letter.

"The ghost's life is really convenient, isn't it?" Alvin was curious, where did Nick find this ghost letter? It couldn't be that some piece of parchment died, right?

But considering the habit of our ancestors in the East to burn paper during festivals, it seems that it is not surprising that Nick has an envelope?

"You seem to have something on your mind? Nick." Ivan asked.

"Well, yes, in fact I have been troubled by this problem for many years, but finally today, I thought of a perfect solution..." Nick looked at Alvin sincerely: "Alvin, I want to ask you one thing!"

"Say." Ivan raised his chin.

"I want you to chop off my head!" Nick said.

Ivan nodded: "If you can make such a request, it seems that you really can't keep this head..."

Nick: "..."