[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

But the class generally went well, and although Harry and Draco had a few times when they feared that Mary was about to fight the hippogriff in front of her, nothing happened in the end.Mary failed to ride the hippogriff for a spin, and the hippogriff failed to give Mary a paw.

"Oh, Hagrid is a professor after all, isn't he? Regardless of the level of teaching, offending a professor is a very stupid act." When Harry and the others brought up their worries a few years later, Mary explained this way.

But Harry never doubted: Mary could get Hagrid out of school in a matter of minutes if she wanted to.Oh, and only if the Headmaster isn't Dumbledore.

The first day to go to Hogsmeade was finally set, the day after Halloween.Both Ron and Draco expressed their utmost distress and disappointment that Harry and Mary would not be able to make it to Hogsmeade, but Hermione was quite skeptical.

"I said, Mary." Hermione whispered to Mary, "Is it true that no one signed for you? I mean: there's no way you don't have a guardian. You're underage."

"That's clever, Hermione," said Mary half-heartedly, without much explanation.

With his heavy schoolbag on his back, Harry ran out of the lounge in a panic.He made an appointment with Mary to meet at the library, but he had just been stopped by Colin Creevey, a second-year student, and now he thought he might be late.

"Password!" The fat lady was very dissatisfied with Harry waking her up. She seemed to see that Harry was in a hurry, and her bouncing movements were slower than usual.

Harry thought he must be late!

"Good morning, Harry."

Mary was standing outside reading a book when Harry rushed out of the Gryffindor common room.Carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, holding a large tome in his left hand, the hair hanging by his ears gently and softly, he raised his head and saw Harry, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he said hello.

It suddenly occurred to Harry that not being able to go to Hogsmeade wasn't so bad.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I was stopped by a junior student just now..." Harry didn't know what to say in embarrassment, and wanted to tell the truth, but felt that this seemed to be showing off, so he didn't stop talking there. Nor is it.

"Yeah, you were supposed to look for me, but I don't think you want to see Snape." Mary said, throwing her heavy schoolbag to Harry, "Let's go, follow. "

Harry thinks Mary has gotten a little more perverted this term.

Although Mary's grades in the first and second grades were also very good, she was always serious in class. This semester Harry felt that Mary didn't pay much attention to the class, but those spells seemed to be printed in her mind. The practice is always a one-time success, and the homework never turns over the materials, but it gets O every time.Hermione complained about it for a long time.

Just like now, although both of them bring a lot of books, Harry's are almost all textbooks and materials needed for writing papers, while Mary's are "extracurricular books" such as German-French dictionaries and alchemy notes.

When Harry finished all his homework, the two began to chat about everything.The conversation quickly turned to the professors.Harry routinely complained about how eccentric Snape was, how neurotic Professor Trelawney was, and how Professor Binns' lullabies just couldn't help anymore...

"At least Snape is a real master of potions, and Professor Binns, as a ghost, is still qualified to teach the history of magic." Mary sneered.

"..." Harry was not stupid, of course he knew that Mary was alluding to Hagrid.But just as Mary couldn't refute Snape's eccentricity, Hagrid's teaching level is obvious to all.

"But speaking of which, don't you think Professor Lupine's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is great?" Harry changed the subject.

"Barely pass." Mary was noncommittal. "To be honest, I think the current course is still too simple. Of course, this is also due to the credit of our two previous 'professors'."

"Where did your Defense Against the Dark Arts class go?"

"Kaba."

"Oh, so do we."

Next, they discuss the rare and useful Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"We learned Boggarts at the beginning of school." Mary seemed to be a little interested suddenly. "How is it? What has it become before you?"

"Spiders are of course Ron's fear." Harry's mood sank when he mentioned Boggarts, "but neither Hermione nor I were called to deal with them."

"Oh, that's it." Mary said a little disappointed, "but yes, you and Hermione will have no problem dealing with that thing."

"Do you think it's because of that?" Harry asked dejectedly. "Well, you know, it's said that he saw me when I passed out on the train. Maybe Professor Lupine thought I wasn't capable of dealing with Boggarts at all..."

"So it wasn't you who singled out Voldemort and the Basilisk last semester and last semester?" Mary's eyes widened, "I really don't understand why you have such an idea. Harry, when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts, I I think you are the most powerful among us except me."

"..." Mary, can't you really be a little more humble?

"Has Draco gone to deal with the Boggart?" Harry asked curiously.

"He told me not to tell you, but I don't think it matters," Mary said. "When Draco faced that Boggart, it turned into a petrified Hermione. Of course, D Laco can tell the truth from the false, so he won't sit there and cry." Mary smiled, "It's just that it took a while to figure out how to make Hermione ridiculous."

"What about you, Mary?" Harry asked what he really wanted to ask.

"Me?" Mary looked out the window. "I cast the spell too fast, and I drove the Boggart back into the closet before it finished transforming."

"..." Harry was speechless.

If there is any major event after Hogsmeade, it is probably that Sirius destroyed the portrait of the fat lady and broke into the Gryffindor tower, but in the end no one was found; and that Professor Lupine disappeared one day. It was too comfortable, and Snape was the substitute for Gryffindor, so Ron was put into detention.

But to Harry and Draco - and I'm a little sorry for the Fat Lady and Ron - it wasn't a big deal, they were more concerned with the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.As the seekers of the two teams respectively, the pressure on both of them is not small.It was also the only time Mary and Hermione would turn their backs on anyone, despite not having much interest in Quidditch.He also insisted that his academy would win.

In fact, Mary was quite hopeless. Although Draco was flying well, he was still far behind Harry.

But in the end it was Slytherin who won.

Harry's hand was within inches of the Snitch and Mary had already thought up her words of congratulations when Harry suddenly fell off the broom.The Golden Snitch was caught by Draco who was following Harry before he could react.

It was not only Draco who didn't react, but also Mary, who was not very sensitive to dementors by nature. She was stunned for two seconds before she lowered her head and saw the dementors standing in the middle of the field, and then remembered Harry should be saved quickly.

But she was one step too late, Dumbledore had already cast a spell to slow Harry's descent, and Harry's broom had gone nowhere.

Everyone was screaming or crying and ran towards Harry. Mary was only two seconds behind, and Harry was already blocked.

Mary knew that if she asked those people to move out of the way, she could still squeeze in. After all, everyone knew that Mary was one of Harry's best friends.But Mary just stood silently outside the crowd for a moment, watching as they carried Harry to the hospital wing.

When Harry woke up, his first reaction was what the result of the match was.

"Draco caught the Snitch," Hermione told him mournfully.

Draco's face was pale, and he couldn't see the joy of winning. "We can compete again if you want," he said.

"Although I really don't want to admit it, but this time you really won." Fred said reluctantly.

"Yeah, not even Wood could find any injustice," George added gravely.

"Oh... congratulations, Draco." Although disappointed, Harry congratulated.

"..." Draco didn't speak, it looked like he wanted to smile, but it was ugly.

After chatting about the results of the game, the Gryffindor team members walked out of the medical wing one after another, leaving only Ron, Hermione and Draco... huh?Only these three people left?

"What about Mary?"

The three exchanged an uneasy look, "I don't know, you haven't seen her since you fell off the broom."

"..." Harry felt a little uncomfortable.

Yes, just not used to it.He'd been in the hospital wing once a year, it seemed, since first grade, and Mary had been with him the whole time—at least when he was waking.

"Oh..." I didn't know what to say.Although Mary is not a nurse, she has no obligation to stay with him all the time, but after a friend almost died, she should always come to see him, right?

But Mary came only once all weekend, and she was a little absent-minded, asking him a strange question.

"Harry, what's your happiest moment?"

"Huh? Why are you asking this?"

"Don't ask those who have it, just answer me." Mary is still not used to telling others everything, and almost instinctively conceals it.

Although it was a bit strange, Harry thought about it seriously for a moment, "I guess it was when I first rode a broomstick?"

When did you discover that you had a special talent?If you were yourself, would it be like talking to a snake for the first time?But is this something to be happy about?

Isn't it natural for Mary to be different from others?Not worth being happy for too long.

"Any more?"

"Uh, when I first snatched the Snitch?"

But I never got the Golden Snitch. "Is there anything that has nothing to do with Quidditch?"

"Hmm..." Harry felt that this was a little difficult. For him, Quidditch was the happiest thing. After all, he didn't have anything special to do besides this. "Actually, I think... I am happy to be with you every day." This is a bit hypocritical, but Harry really thinks so.

"But that's pretty common," said Mary. "Isn't there anything special?" If something like that could summon a Patronus, wouldn't everyone be able to use the spell easily?

"Uh……"

"Think again." Mary leaned forward expectantly.

"..." Looking at those big blinking eyes, the image of the first grade suddenly popped up in Harry's mind.

"Harry and I have always been very good friends." Mary lied to Professor McGonagall without changing his face.

"Good night, Harry." Mary said good night to him flusteredly, and it was also the first time Mary called his name.

but……

Your sister, how dare you say such a thing? !

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