HP: I’m working on redemption at Hogwarts

"Password." The fat lady in the portrait proudly twisted her chubby body and spoke to the Weasley twins.

"Nectarer." George's voice came from above her head. Upon hearing this strange command, Astoria couldn't help but complain in her heart.

What a weird password! ?

But she was forced back to the Gryffindor common room by two red-haired bullies.

As soon as you enter the lounge, the first thing you see is the giant lion hanging hanging over the fireplace, which looks majestic and prestigious. Gryffindor's lounge is not like Slytherin. It is an arc-shaped public area. The entire room is bright and there is no hidden corner, and it is all wrapped in warm light sources.

"Phew, it's warm. Little rabbit, don't you feel very warm too!" Fred picked up the little rabbit in his arms with interest, and ravaged it back and forth without any measure.

Soon, the Weasley twins carried the bunny to the scarlet velvet sofa in front of the fireplace and sat down. They chatted and came up with mischief ideas by the fireplace, while holding the bunny and placing it in front of the roaring fire to "warm" her.

hot! So hot, so hot! It's hot!

Astoria twisted her body wildly and tried to do pull-ups to keep her lower body away from the fire.

"George, do you smell the smell of barbecue?" Fred twitched his nose and tried to smell something, only to feel an inexplicable burnt smell filling his nasal cavity.

"No...what happened to the little rabbit?" George shook his head and looked away from the canary cookie in his hand, only to find the painfully struggling little rabbit in Fred's hand.

"Merlin's Beard, Fred, you murdered your own rabbit!!" George immediately reached out and snatched the rabbit away from Fred.

Holding the little rabbit in his hands and lifting it high, he realized that the originally white color of her tail was completely burnt black.

"I haven't asked the little rabbit to help me experiment with canary biscuits yet? Are you thinking about eating roast rabbit meat?!" George glanced at Fred with a reproachful side glance, and then gently touched the little rabbit's dark skin. The tail, unexpectedly, plucked off other people's fur.

"Uh... sorry, Bunny." George pretended that nothing happened, shook his fingers and threw the rabbit fur onto the carpet.

"How could you say that, George? That Transfiguration class was a complete misunderstanding..." Fred scratched the back of his head guiltily, his eyes evading as he thought of the scene in which he almost burned the little white rabbit in Transfiguration class.

etc! Judging from the current situation, it would be dangerous for me to stay around any of these two people. Either be covered with canary feathers or be roasted alive...

While George was playing with the canary biscuits with a smirk on his face, Astoria immediately jumped off the sofa from George's lap and ran away towards the door of the Gryffindor lounge at a high speed. It was so fast that neither Weasley could react.

"Hey! Bunny!"

Astoria ignored them and ran quickly on her four short legs. When a Gryffindor classmate opened the door, she excitedly ran out of the Gryffindor lounge.

"Helena..." This ethereal and hoarse voice penetrated Astoria's ears. Her pupils tightened and she suddenly stopped and hit the closed door.

"Find me, Helena!"

Helena! Who is Helena? !

Astoria was angry that she had missed such a good opportunity to escape. Looking at George who had already caught up, she just wanted to give up temporarily.

But I can no longer ignore this voice that runs through my dreams and reality.

Little Rabbit jumped to avoid George who was coming towards him, causing him to hit his head against the wall and collapse on the floor. The little rabbit immediately ran away in an unknown direction.

"Helena..." The voice became clearer and clearer, as if she was very close. Astoria jumped up onto the high table. A familiar orange-red color came into view. She almost thought it was the Weasleys again and they were about to run away.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that it was Ginny Weasley with her long, fluffy red hair, immersed in the table writing a long and smelly thesis assignment.

The last time that voice appeared, I seemed to have seen her too...

Could it be that all this has something to do with Ginny Weasley?

Countless questions popped up in Astoria's mind, but she couldn't find any answers. She tentatively approached Ginny Weasley, but the red-haired girl was immersed in her homework and didn't notice the little white rabbit beside her.

Suddenly, a jet-black old diary came into Astoria's eyes. A sunken claw mark was deeply imprinted on a corner of the cover. This unusual sight made her instantly feel a sharp headache. Despite this, she still endured the discomfort, shook her swollen head, and insisted on getting closer to the diary.

Something fishy! Astoria murmured in her heart...

Finally, she slowly climbed to the top of the diary, and the cool touch of the diary relieved her many discomforts. Astoria's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her lake-blue eyes were gradually enveloped in mist. She unconsciously stretched out her rabbit paw and pressed it against the paw print in the corner of the cover, which matched it perfectly.

"Helena, I find you."

Astoria's pupils glowed red as she stared at the diary, and returned to normal for an instant.

The hoarse and deep young voices came from all directions and surrounded Astoria. Astoria felt that her head was extremely noisy, and she couldn't help but push the diary away.

"Hey, whose rabbit is it!" Ginny Weasley discovered a wild rabbit jumping up and down in her diary. She angrily picked up the diary and glared at the poor white rabbit on the table.

"Stop your anger, Ginny."

"We little rabbit didn't do it on purpose."

George and Fred, who did not want to offend their irritable sister at home, hurriedly showed up to take the little white rabbit away when it got into trouble. While fleeing the scene of the crime, he did not forget to turn his head and show Ginny a flattering smile.

Ginny didn't say anything, she just put the mysterious diary in her arms and hid it like a baby, and looked around with a nervous expression.

But only Ginny herself knows that she is completely out of control at this moment...