hogwarts rose

Wood asked them to keep the matter a secret for the time being, so that he could set up tactics to catch the enemy by surprise.

But at the insistence of Harry: You can't keep secrets from friends, the two decided to tell Ron and Hermione about becoming a Quidditch player.

In the Gryffindor lounge at night, four people gathered around the long table and chatted.

"My God, a first-year Seeker!"

Ron exclaimed, Harry covered his mouth.

"Keep your voice down, we have to keep it secret."

Unlike Ron's quick-accepting and proud reaction, Hermione's expression was less approving:

"It's against the rules."

She was angry because she had been worrying almost all day that Harry and Tria would get fired for this.

And now, they violated the rules, but were rewarded instead, as if they had done something honorable.

"Don't say anything disappointing, are you going to defy Professor McGonagall?"

Ron glared at Hermione, also looking unhappy.

Tria stared back for Hermione, "Hermione is right."

"It's just that Professor McGonagall said that Gryffindor hasn't won Quidditch for a long time, and Harry is our hope."

Tria knew that Hermione was used to following the rules, but things had developed so well that she could only find a way to make her accept it.

Sure enough, the honor of the academy moved Hermione, she hoped that Gryffindor would win the Quidditch Cup more than anyone else, she struggled for a while before saying:

"Don't violate the school rules next time, it's not safe."

Several people nodded indiscriminately, none of them thought that their next violation of school rules would be a few minutes away.

"Tria, it's strange that there is a little fat guy in your academy."

Reese, who had been outside for a day, got out from the corner and interrupted the conversation of Harry and the others.

It became easier for him to move after he had limbs. He jumped on Triya's shoulder in twos and threes, hugging her hair and getting sleepy.

"He was laying the floor outside."

The little fat guy playing the floor?

Hermione was the first to react, "Neville!"

Neville hasn't been back since he went to the school infirmary with Ms. Hooch, and now he's sleeping in the corridor, so maybe he's in some trouble.

"We should go out and find him."

Harry said worriedly, and Ron nodded, "The bed in the dormitory is more comfortable than the floor anyway."

Hermione retorted angrily:

"It's already curfew time, and you want to violate the school rules again!"

Ron was even more unconvinced:

"Neville is still sleeping outside. Why don't you say that he violated the school rules? We are going out to bring him back now. We are doing good deeds."

Hermione was speechless, because she thought it made sense, especially:

"It's fine if you take Rhys with you."

Reese, as the will of Hogwarts, would not let Filch catch them no matter what.

So, after some disputes, the four decided to go out together to find Neville.

Harry and Ron went out to do good deeds, Tria took Reese to provide technical support, and Hermione was responsible for supervising them not to do more things that violated school rules.

Neville was at the end of the corridor. Hogwarts was very dark at night. Tria lit a fluorescent beam with her magic wand.

"Neville can't think of sleeping in a place like this," Ron muttered, keeping close to Harry so that he wouldn't be so scared.

"Is it possible that he was there for some specific reason, not because he likes to sleep on the floor."

Hermione had already begun to refute Ron's words habitually, and Tria found that Ron really had a very strange magical power.

What he said always made people want to refute, whether it was Hermione or Draco, or even myself when I first started school, I had the experience of bickering with him.

And still many times.

Facts proved that Neville didn't sleep on the floor voluntarily. When they approached, he woke up with a start. When he saw the face of Harry walking in front, he was relieved and complained with a mournful face.

"I came back from the hospital a long time ago, but I forgot the new password."

"Let's go, we're here to pick you up. The new password is pig's nose. Maybe you can consider writing the password down on paper."

Harry kindly suggested, pulling Neville up from the ground.

When the five little ones returned to the fat lady's portrait, something unfortunate happened.

The fat lady went to visit other paintings.

"We've got to get the Fat Lady back."

Hermione supported her forehead, she felt that she should lie in the warm bed now, and fall into a sweet dreamland with a moderately thick book of spells on her pillow.

Instead of looking at each other outside with Triya and three idiots like now.

"The person in the painting ran to the third floor."

Reese scanned the entire castle with difficulty, and only saw the Fat Lady and her best friend in a portrait on the third floor.

"Let's go."

The five little ones embarked on the road to find the fat lady again.

"Filch is ahead, hide in the storage room on the right."

"The cat is approaching, hurry up and climb into the pipe."

Along the way, Filch and his cat kept running into them as if they knew where they were.

If Rhys hadn't kept an eye on them, they would have been discovered.

Turning left and right to hide, the fat lady didn't find it, but met a dead end.

Just as Filch was about to grab them again, Hermione used a spell to open a wooden door.

"Wait, don't go here, behind the door..."

Before Reese opened his mouth to remind, Neville first expressed what he wanted to say for him.

As soon as Neville entered the wooden door, he couldn't stop shaking and couldn't speak. He held Harry and Ron beside him tremblingly with both hands.

"There are... there are dogs..."

Neville's voice was so low that Tria could even hear a "gudong" when he swallowed.

"What dog." Ron turned around and jumped three feet in place like a startled cat.

"bloody hell!"

He basically only said this mantra when his emotions were particularly ups and downs, Triya turned her head suspiciously.

A gigantic dog appeared in front of her, gazing at them with menacing, greedy eyes, drooling from its mouth.

The scariest thing, it has three heads.

"Run!"

Who knows who yelled, and everyone ran outside. Fortunately, Filch was not outside at this time. Tria could barely think, and kept running forward.

"Don't panic, don't panic, the dog is on a leash."

Reese, who was bumped up and down on Tria's shoulder, hugged her skirt tightly and yelled.

"Don't run away!"

However, Tria had never heard of it, and when they finally stopped, they had already returned to the Gryffindor lounge.

The fat lady didn't know when she came back from the door, and she looked at the five of them in surprise.

"Why are you still outside so late?"

No one was speechless. If it wasn't for the fat lady's "negligence of duty", they wouldn't need to see that horrible scene!