[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

If it weren't for the fact that it was almost lunch time, Christo believed that Professor Chino would want to continue the conversation-he even planned to go to lunch with her, God, what a disappointment, she didn't want to eat anything With a smell of garlic, and fear.

But Merlin seemed to be on a date with his female companion, and he didn't hear Christo's little wailing at all. Professor Chino seemed to believe that such an approach would be more conducive to promoting the relationship between teachers and students. "Let's go, Miss McMillan." He tried his best to put on a kind expression, but in Christo's view, it was very awkward.

They went downstairs and arrived at the hall. It was twelve o'clock, and the students were happily enjoying their lunch. Almost no one noticed that Christo was walking with Professor Chino.

"What would you like?" asked Professor Chino. "Sausage and mash? Fish cakes? Steak medium rare? Blueberry pudding? Chaffer?"

Christo was looking around at the trio, or Ernie and Cedric, if Malfoy was here, she would have the cheek to join him at the table today!She almost subconsciously told Chino her favorite food: "Fried fish cake and blueberry pudding." As soon as she finished speaking, something strange flashed across the corner of her eyes, she quickly lowered her head, and the big silver plate was already set. the food she asked for.Kino was looking at her with a strange look.

Christo's hand holding the knife and fork shook suddenly, should he eat it or not?She was irritated by Professor Chino's stare.She forked a piece of fried fish cake, put it under her nose and sniffed it, and the smell of fish cake burst into her nose.There should be no problem, she took a small bite with difficulty, and then swallowed it with difficulty.Professor Chino just started eating, and his long sleeves were swept onto the dinner plate, which made Chris feel sick for a while.

Since there is no problem with eating one piece, let’s forcefully eat another piece. Christo mechanically forked the other piece, at worst, go back and ask Professor Snape for a bezoar...

"Professor, I'm full." Chris wiped her mouth more, her voice continued to be hoarse.

Professor Chino raised his head and glanced at her dinner plate. He ate two pieces of fried fish cakes, and the blueberry pudding didn't move at all.

"Christopher, this is exactly like you." Professor Chino's voice suddenly seemed to be a different person, but Krisdo was so nervous that she didn't notice it at all. She stood up abruptly, Accidentally touched the glass next to her, she frantically stood it up, and then continued to say in a dry voice: "Professor, I have to go back first, there are classes in the afternoon." She almost ran away .

Although it was later proved that Kino did not do any small things with the food, but Christo still felt sinister.Fortunately, there was only one week left in the teaching class, and Professor Chino never looked for her again.

All the students at Hogwarts have fallen into a tense review life, and even the trio have settled down a lot.Facing the boring textbook, she often thought of the dead snake she received that morning, and some forgotten details became real again. The fear was not as strong as that day, but it also made her sick to read any text.She had to say to herself, just wait a little longer, she will be able to leave Hogwarts, she will not have to see garlic for two months, she can learn many, many spells, even if there are thousands of garlic Thoughts, she can also protect herself.

The weather was getting hotter, and Christo was getting more and more irritable. Even Hermione, who had been engrossed in the book, noticed something was wrong with her.

"Krista? Krystal?" Hermione waved her hand in front of Krystal for a long time before the latter came back to her senses. The Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook in her hand had been curled into a pear blossom. . "Why are you so distracted recently?" Hermione asked in a low voice, there were still many students in the common room who were about to cram.

"It's okay." Christo smoothed the pages of the book carelessly.Hermione took her hand, her brown eyes watching her.Christo buried her head lower, she tried to read a paragraph about black magic in the Middle Ages, but she failed, those crooked words seemed to be imprisoned on the paper, refusing to jump into her eyes .

Hermione clenched her hand: "Christopher, nothing is more important than exams now. With Professor Dumbledore here, there is really nothing." Christo's body trembled slightly, she She broke free from that warm hand, changed the book, and said meekly, "I see."

Christo didn't know how she survived the exam.Fortunately, she did well in the exams on the first day. In Professor Flitwick's practical exam, she managed to make Pineapple tap dance across a desk. Since she was the last student to take the exam, Flitwick Professor Levy gave her the pear.

The next day's Transfiguration exam, the written exam was quite satisfactory, but when Professor McGonagall asked them to turn a mouse into a snuffbox, Christo was too nervous, and her snuffbox was still on. The rat's beard is trembling and trembling, which is very funny.When she carefully aimed at Professor McGonagall, she found a rare smile on her face, probably because the patterns she conjured up were quite exquisite.

The next exams were not too difficult for Christo. The Defense Against the Dark Arts course was only a written exam. She sat in the last row and answered the exam papers with peace of mind.She thought that she would never have the chance to see Professor Chino again this semester.

The last exam was History of Magic, which already meant liberation for Christo.At Lockhart's house, she rummaged through the book as if it were a storybook, and with the fact that she and Ernie started reviewing earlier than most students, she believed that as long as she wasn't forgotten , how can she get good grades.She climbed into bed early.Hermione was in her books and notes, and before dinner she told the three of them that she was going to go over it from cover to cover, and Harry and Ron were looking at her like you're crazy, but she obviously meant it .

"Good night, Hermione." Christo stretched out under the covers, and fell asleep with her badger-shaped pillow in her arms.

Soon the two girls in the same dormitory couldn't hold back their sleepiness, and yawned, tidied themselves up and climbed onto the bed.Hermione rubbed her eyes, she still had a quarter left, she didn't intend to give up, the quill made a slight rustling sound on the parchment, and the whole bedroom was extremely quiet.Suddenly, she heard a groan, and she quickly realized that it was Christo talking in her sleep.

"no, you can not!"

"Please, you can't kill him! You can't do anything!"

Hermione didn't care to take off her shoes and climbed onto her bed. In the dim candlelight, she saw Christo's terrified face, tears streaming down her face, and she waved her hands as if trying to push something away.

"Kerry, Kerry, wake up!" She patted Krystal's cheek, and cold tears fell on her hand.

Christo slowly opened her eyes, her big eyes filled with confusion and fear.

"It's okay, you had a nightmare." Hermione wiped away her tears.Christo just tightened the pillow in her arms, sat up, and remained silent.Seeing her pale face, Hermione took her hand quietly.

The dream is so real, all the details are so clear.Christo dreamed of the time she and Gildero had encountered a vampire in Romania.It's just that the mediocre vampire's face suddenly turned into a garlic face, and the bright red eyes seemed to drip fresh blood.His spell hit Gildero's chest, and she saw his pupils slacken. Thinking of this, she felt like her head was stuffed with sharp needles, and she felt unbearable pain when she thought about it left and right.Suddenly there was a warm hand on her shoulder, and she felt herself being gently hugged.

"Hermione..." Her voice was still trembling.

"It's okay, it's just a dream." Hermione comforted her, patting her on the shoulder.She lay on Hermione's neck, whimpering softly.After a long time, she rubbed her red and swollen eyes and raised her head. "Sorry for delaying your review." She whispered.

Hermione smiled and shook her head: "Go to sleep, you have an exam tomorrow." Chris nodded, she lay back hugging the pillow, and looked at Hermione with wide eyes.

"You..." Hermione sighed, "I've seen it, "A History of Magic" is flying, and the quill is flying. I'm here to read, you go to sleep."

Christo closed her eyes.Hermione looked at the little face that was almost buried in the pillow with complicated eyes, she had never seen such a vulnerable side of Christo.Even that time in the flying class, when the broom was manipulated and her life was in danger, she never saw Kristo show any expression of fear.In her eyes, Krystal is always at ease, as if all the troubles are not related to her.Of course, she never thought that Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall's make-up lessons were troublesome.

She has never wanted to involve Christo in the matter of the Sorcerer's Stone. Christo should be loved and protected by others, and her slightly young face always makes people ignore her actual age.She once thought that Christo had discovered their secret, so she felt guilty.But she really couldn't tell Christo that the person who controls your broom is probably your most beloved Professor Snape.Fortunately, Professor Snape seems to really regard Christophe as his favorite student.

However, Christo seems to be involved in other disasters.She recalled that during the recent review, Christo was distracted more and more times, and she couldn't help frowning.

How quiet and peaceful the night at Hogwarts is, tonight, how many students are still studying hard under the flickering lights, and how many people are tossing and turning in bed.