days at Hogwarts

"Hmm... this title is really neatly written!"

Parvati was very satisfied with the topic of the essay she wrote, which was a good start.

A comprehensive analysis that sounds very profound, a dark wizard that sounds very powerful, and an activity area that sounds very meaningful. This question will definitely get a high score.

This was a choice she made after careful consideration. After listening to Professor Lupin's lecture a dozen minutes ago and combining it with the newspapers and news she had read recently, Parvati had already conceived the outline of the paper in her mind. She decided to distinguish between Death Eaters and ordinary dark wizards, and then analyze their activity areas in light of the agility of special dark wizards such as werewolves and vampires. At the same time, she analyzed their situations in a simple and easy-to-understand way. She would definitely get a high score...

Her excellent roommate is celebrating her birthday with her boyfriend today, and this weekend is Hogsmeade activity week, so she won't be able to concentrate on completing her thesis in her recent free time.

This advantage of being ahead of the top student in the grade and having the prospect of surpassing him made the class leader Parvati feel secretly excited.

In the past six years, no matter whether it was elective or compulsory, as long as Hermione participated in the subject, she would undoubtedly take the first place. As the head girl of Gryffindor, Parvati always had an unknown expectation in her heart, hoping to win a small victory before graduation.

This expectation has nothing to do with jealousy, it's just a subtle thought between friends.

Parvati looked at the package beside the bed in the dormitory. It was the birthday present she was going to give to Hermione. It contained gift certificates for many shops in Hogsmeade, including the Honeydukes couple's sweet gift box and the Madam Puddifoot's tea shop couple's luxury lunch, which had to be redeemed at the shops. Considering Hermione's hobby, there was also a limited edition coupon for the Wenrenju feather pen.

"hey-hey……"

Parvati couldn't help but smile.

I sincerely wish Hermione a happy birthday and hope she has a great weekend.

Parvati planned to take advantage of the weekend when other students were enjoying themselves to finish her thesis, look up relevant information, consult professors, and even consult Professor Snape of Potions, after all, he must know a lot about dark wizards.

My roommate Hermione happily enjoyed her birthday and the weekend, but her free time was over and she had to wait until next week when classes started again, so she would no longer have such free time to finish her thesis.

When the time comes, I will calmly submit this paper, which has condensed my efforts, and then win the admiration of Professor Lupin and the whole class!

Parvati fiddled with the prefect badge on the table, smiled again, and began to concentrate on completing the paper.

It was half an hour later that I started writing the introduction.

Parvati was thinking about the wording of the previous sentence, preparing to add a subordinate clause to make the article seem more profound, when she suddenly heard footsteps outside the dormitory, followed by the sound of a door being pushed open.

"Parvati, you are in the dormitory."

"Hermione?"

Parvati turned her head and looked at her strangely, ready to ask her why she came back suddenly, but her eyes were unconsciously attracted by the beautiful white cat in her arms: "When did you get a new pet, where is Crookshanks?"

It was a medium-length lion cat, snow-white all over, with one crystal blue eye and the other dark eye, very beautiful.

"A friend asked me to take care of him for a day. He is afraid of strangers and a little shy. I was afraid he would run away so I brought him back."

"Really? It's a pity to let her run away. She's so beautiful."

Parvati noticed that when they were chatting, the cat's head tilted to the side, and its eyes showed a hint of helplessness, as if it understood what they were saying, and it was smart and intelligent.

"Is it part Kneazle, like Crookshanks?"

"I don't know, maybe."

There was a playful smile in Hermione's eyes, and her slender white fingers stroked the cat's fur, slid down its neck, scratched the white cat's chin, and then pushed it away impatiently.

Parvati was tempted to join in playing with the cat, but after looking at the title of the paper on the parchment, she suppressed her impulse.

Hermione was not quite right today. When she returned to the dormitory, she did not prepare for the study or read any magazines or newspapers. She even put aside important matters such as making her bed and tidying up her closet. She lay on the edge of the bed and played with the white cat wholeheartedly.

I pinched the cat's petal-like paws, stroked its fur, rubbed its belly, and even came close to kiss it.

It's so weird for Hermione to act like a little girl!

Parvati kept writing with the quill in her hand, and couldn't help but sneak a peek at the scene over there.

The cat was really smart. It was obviously very resistant to these playful actions. It would struggle to avoid them every time and push them away with its paws, but it would not extend its claws, nor would it breathe out in anger, and it would not even meow much.

After finishing the introduction of the paper, Parvati put the quill back into the ink bottle. After hesitating for a while, she stood up, holding up the carefully prepared gift and walked over: "Hermione, happy birthday, this is... this is my gift for you."

"Thank you Parvati!"

"They're all gift certificates for Hogsmeade. Tomorrow is Hogsmeade Week. I hope you and Loren have a great time."

"Thank you so much!"

Hermione accepted the gift, scratched the white cat's chin again, and said teasingly: "Did you hear that? Have fun..."

The white cat had given up struggling and lay lazily on the quilt, its eyes slightly drooped, too lazy to move.

Parvati was a little moved and tried to reach out closer, but was snorted at. She was so scared that she quickly took a few steps back: "This cat...it..."

"Sorry sorry, he's afraid of strangers."

"..."

Parvati glanced at the white cat secretly, feeling a little regretful. After thinking for a long time, she gave up the idea of ​​tempting with snacks, sat back at the desk, and picked up the quill again.

The cat means well. It is reminding me that I should concentrate on writing my paper.

Over the next few dozen minutes, Parvati gradually finished writing the introduction to her paper. She came to her senses and realized that it was time for dinner. She was going to invite Hermione to go to the auditorium together, but Hermione didn't plan to go downstairs. She just asked her to bring a beef pie as a simple meal.

Hermione seems to be completely addicted to petting cats. She has truly neglected her sleep and studies, which is really worrying.

Parvati felt that she was just under too much pressure and had been working hard for a long time, which made her mentally tense, so she took advantage of her birthday to relax. As a roommate, she should silently support and provide help, but only for today...only for this weekend.

After dinner, I came back from the hall. The sky outside the window was completely dark. The other roommates were chatting and playing cards in the common room. They had not returned to the dormitory yet. Parvati pushed the door open with a pie in her hand and found that the curtains on Hermione's bed had been drawn down, covering it in darkness.

"Hermione, I'm back."

"Thank you, Parvati."

"It's okay, it's your birthday today."

"..."

Parvati opened the curtain and passed the pie inside.

Hermione had already washed up, changed into pajamas, and was half-sitting on the head of the bed, flipping through the materials she had borrowed from the library.

The white cat seemed much more energetic, with its lively eyes sparkling. It curled up in her arms, as if it was reading some information with her.

Unfortunately, cats are cats and can't read. They soon became bored and twisted around impatiently with a subtle expression. Then, after being slapped by Hermione, they gradually calmed down.

Parvati quietly looked at the man and the cat and felt an inexplicable harmony between them.

When the curtains were closed, nothing could be seen. Neither the outside nor the inside could see anything. As the night deepened, the other roommates returned to the dormitory and noticed that Hermione had gone to bed so early today. They were a little surprised and moved more gently and spoke in low voices.

Parvati was dizzy from writing her thesis, so she didn't say much and went to bed early.

The lights went out and the room gradually became quiet.

Inside the curtain, Hermione was covered with a thin blanket. A white cat was curled up on her chest, with a small bulge on its furry head and bright eyes. Its two front paws were pressing on a soft spot alternately, and then it was slapped.

After being hit, he immediately quieted down.

Not long after, he started pedaling again.

So he got hit again.

This continued over and over again, never tiring, until the girl grew angry and strangled herself with her hands.

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"Meow……"

The white cat pushed away the hands that were clamping him, stood up straight and faced her head, trying to communicate with her through his eyes: "I've played with you all day, what's wrong with you playing with me for a while?"

"..."

Hermione silently lowered her eyes and continued to hold him tightly.

This was her birthday present, not an equal exchange. It was already too much for her to hug him like this.

"Meow……"

"As an ignorant cat, it is normal for me to be curious about things, to feel the touch with my paws, and to taste with my tongue, right?"

"..."

Hermione said she couldn't understand the cat's eyes and hugged the bad cat tightly.

However, this person's metamorphosis skills were indeed superb. The white cat he transformed into looked exactly like a real white cat. As we all know, cats are made of water. The cricket pupa flowed in a few strokes and slid out of his arms.

"Well……"

Under the warm blanket, there was a fluffy little creature moving all over her body. Its movements were light and nimble, making it impossible to catch it. Even if she reacted quickly and caught it, it would find other ways to escape.

Not far away is the third grade dormitory. Some little wizards have not yet rested and are reviewing the lessons they learned today.

There are all kinds of magical animals in the wizarding world. Wizards choose three of them as partners and record them on the admission letter of Hogwarts: toad, owl, and cat.

Toads and owls are skipped, and this lesson focuses on cats——

Cats are good at running and jumping. They have long, soft tails, muscular bodies, and strong limbs. When running, the tail will sweep back and forth to help maintain balance. The soft cat hair brushes against the cat, which feels itchy. The body temperature of a cat is slightly higher than that of a human body, and it feels warm or even hot. When moving, the cat's claws will extend out of the sheath to help grasp. The cuticle is sharp, and it hurts a little even without exerting force, which is stimulating to the touch.

The surface of the tongue of existing cats, regardless of their size, is densely covered with barbed protrusions formed by keratin. This is a papillary structure formed by the keratinized stratified flat epithelium on the surface of the tongue. These barbs make the surface of the cat's tongue uneven and abnormally rough.

Some scholars believe that this barb is to assist in eating, and many popular science books often call the barb a scraper that can scrape and peel during the licking process. This is actually a fallacy and has been denied by zoologists.

Barbs are purely a grooming tool for grooming, like a witch's fine-tooth comb. The tongue barbs have evolved into a spoon shape that can hold a small amount of saliva, which acts as a lubricant when licking the hair, reducing friction between dry areas and the tongue.

The touch is wonderful, prickly and itchy, like a pointed comb gently sliding across your body.

In addition, the barbs on a cat's tongue are formed by the keratinization of taste buds. Their sense of taste is very sensitive, especially to water. They can easily distinguish the type of water, in order to distinguish fresh drinkable water.

……

September 9th, the third weekend of the new school year.

As the weather in the Scottish Highlands gets colder, the leaves on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest have begun to turn yellow. The Whomping Willow not far from the greenhouse has also become lazy, shaking its branches less and less to stretch its muscles every day, and brown and yellow stripes can already be seen on the edges of some old leaves. When all the leaves wither and fall, winter will arrive at Hogwarts.

The morning light is weak and the sun has not yet fully risen.

Students above the third grade had gathered near the entrance hall. The administrator Filch stood at the fork in the road, checking the list of students going on the trip. His expression was sinister and terrifying, and his sharp eyes were full of vigilance, which made people feel uneasy.

But this gesture did not scare the seventh-year students at all. The prospective graduates of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff greeted him with a smile. Seamus even took the initiative to extend his hand when he was looking through the list: "Mr. Filch, my name is here. Look, Finnigan, I am Finnigan!"

"Quiet!"

Filch glared at him, but saw only smiling faces.

When the list reached Loren's name, the administrator had a blank expression on his face. He pretended to search on the parchment with a businesslike attitude, scanning line after line, and then found the name near the fingers that were holding the list.

"..."

A group of students walked in twos and threes along the road towards the school gate.

The first Hogsmeade week of the new school year.

Walking through the grounds and passing the greenhouse, the distance between the young wizards and their surroundings gradually widened, and the figures on the road became sparse. Loren walked silently with Hermione, reaching out to hold her hand while asking:

"Where should we go first when we get to Hogsmeade?"

"The Men of Letters Quill Shop." Hermione deadpanned and declined his invitation to hold hands.

"Stationery stores are great! I love going to stationery stores the most." Loren said cheerfully, and held out his hand again with great determination. "Is there anything you want to buy? Please recommend some to me. I think I bought some low-quality pens when I was shopping for the new semester. The quills are a little stuck with ink."

"George and Fred sent you two boxes of quills!"

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes and simply put her hands in her pockets.

"I don't dare use the quill they gave me. Who knows when it might explode?" Loren said seriously, and directly put his arm around her shoulders. "First, let's go to the Literary House to buy a quill, then go to Honeydukes Candy Store, and then go to Madam Puddifoot's Tea House for a couple's lunch."

Hermione twisted her shoulders and struggled twice, but failed to break free. She still kept on complaining:

"Who wants to go with you to Madam Puddifoot's Tea House..."