[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Crystal and Malfoy had a hard time gathering the shoots and twigs of the Whomping Willow.When they sent the things to the cellar, they found that most of the students were going to the dormitories one after another.They quickened their pace.

Professor Snape was waiting for them in the office, his face was livid, and anyone could see that he was in a very bad mood.Malfoy was full of fuss, but now he swallowed it all up.Christo dragged the bag in his hand, and mustered up the courage to put it on the desk.

"Professor, you want the Whomping Willow." She said cautiously, and when she watched Professor Snape's pale fingers tear off the hemp rope from the bag, her heart was in her throat.She felt like she had waited for hours before she heard Professor Snape's cold voice: "Go back, don't let me find you wandering around."

"Goodbye, Professor." The two said dryly, and retreated quickly.They shivered uncontrollably as the evening wind blew down their sweaty backs.

"I don't know which unlucky guy has provoked the professor again." Malfoy's face was full of joy after the disaster.Christo glanced at him dissatisfied. In her opinion, the unlucky guy was probably Harry.If that was the case, then at least Harry was at school, she reassured herself.

The two dragged their tired bodies to the hall. The journey was quiet. Every time they took a step, the ancient stairs creaked.They originally thought that there would be delicious hot grilled chicken legs waiting for them, but the reality turned out to be very cruel—there was nothing in the hall except for the dim candles floating.

"Goodbye." Christo turned and left listlessly.Malfoy tapped his wand on the long table angrily, not to let him know who had hurt the Whomping Willow and kept him from having dinner on his first night of school.

"Caught by me! A student wandering around!" An extremely excited voice came from a dark corner, and his skinny figure broke free from the darkness, his bulging eyes like a light bulb shining brightly.

Christo quickly explained: "Mr. Filch, we just..."

"I still want to quibble, I've seen a lot of students like you..." He was aggressive, stretching out two eagle-claw-like hands, trying to hold Christo and the stunned Malfoy.

"Good evening, Mr. Filch, I'm afraid you really misunderstood. I told them to wait for me here." Lockhart didn't know when he appeared. Unlike Filch, he was bright all over, He showed his white teeth when he smiled, making Filch frown.

"Is that so? That's such a coincidence." Filch withdrew his hand unwillingly, and glared at the two students angrily, "You're lucky." He sneaked into the dark corridor again muttering.

"That's great Gildero." Chris breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't want to be carried into his office by Filch to be punished.Malfoy called Professor Lockhart dryly. He was about to leave when Lockhart stretched out his long hand and dragged him back.

"Why, Mr. Malfoy, aren't you ready to eat?"

Christo looked at Lockhart in surprise: "You saved me dinner?"

Lockhart raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "I left you a kitchen."

Malfoy just found it incredible: "Professor Lockhart, you mean, you know where the Hogwarts kitchen is?"

"Even if I don't remember where the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is, I must remember how to get to the kitchen." Lockhart touched his smooth chin and blinked his eyes, "You know, when I was still at Hogwarts I was a regular visitor there when I was a student at , and the house-elves are so cute."

They stopped before a picture of a huge silver bowl containing many fruits.Malfoy's face remained skeptical.Lockhart clapped his hands together: "Okay, this is it." He stretched out his index finger and gently scratched a big green pear in the portrait.The pear shuddered and giggled, and suddenly transformed into a large emerald-green doorknob.

Crystal and Malfoy were dumbfounded.

"Come on, eat whatever you want, be careful, don't let me send you to the infirmary, I don't remember that place." He laughed and pushed open the door.

The Hogwarts kitchen was very large, almost as large as the Great Hall, with many gleaming pots and pans piled up against the stone wall, and the dishes on the shelves almost reached the ceiling.The warm flames danced in the huge fireplace, reflecting the whole room with a light orange light.There were at least a hundred elves standing in the kitchen, Kristall noticed, all smiling and curtseying to them.

An elf said shrilly, "Good evening, Professor Lockhart, and this gentleman and lady, we can prepare anything for you, anything."

Malfoy returned to his haughty look now: "Welsh rabbit, two sausages, mash pie—" He paused suddenly, and snorted, "And butterbeer—ouch!" He looked up, Rubbing his head and glaring at Lockhart, the latter said to the terrified elf, "Beer? He hasn't grown into a man yet, pumpkin juice will do."

Kristall couldn't help laughing until Malfoy gave her a gouging look before she cleared her throat and said what she wanted for dinner.

It has to be said that this dinner was too rich. Before Christo left, the house elf stuffed a whole box of small biscuits.Lockhart sent her to Gryffindor Tower, and she climbed up a narrow section of stone steps alone. When she stood in the corridor on the tower and looked down at Lockhart's short golden hair, she suddenly remembered that she still There are important things to ask - what is Lockhart going to do in class tomorrow?She sighed in exasperation, but soon, almost as soon as she walked into Gryffindor's secret entrance, she was overwhelmed by a new annoyance.

A fat woman in a pink silk dress asked, "Password?"

Christo's mind was blank, she didn't know the password for the new school year at all.

"Kerry, you're finally back!" A hole suddenly appeared in the portrait, and a noisy voice came from it.Hermione stood at the entrance of the hole with a stern look on her face. She stretched out her hand and pulled Christo inside.

Christo immediately saw a large group of people in the lounge, the excitement on their faces was completely different from Hermione's. "I don't remember our freshman year being this crazy," she said, pointing to a few small freshmen who were nearly jumping from the ceiling.

"Of course! At that time, we didn't have a senior driving a speeding car! Hit the Whomping Willow!" Hermione crossed her arms, her tone was not kind at all, "Even if there were, the senior couldn't be called Harry Potter, right? "

The corners of Chris's mouth twitched slightly: "Sure enough, it's Harry, and Ron, right? Where are they?" She stood on tiptoe and looked around.

Hermione held her back: "Don't look for it, the great Harry and Ron think they are tired." They avoided the crowd and walked towards the girls' dormitory.In the dormitory, Hermione's complexion improved a little. While packing her luggage, she asked, "Why did you come back so late?"

Christophe threw herself on the bed with a helpless tone: "Professor Snape asked us to collect branches of Whomping Willow."

Hermione's complexion became worse than before: "They should really be punished!"

By breakfast the next morning, Hermione still didn't want to talk to Harry and Ron, who had always assumed that Hermione was unhappy with the way they had come to school.They tried to talk to Kristo, who was spreading peanut butter on a slice of toast, but was stopped by Keri, who said she was tired.

Harry and Ron looked at each other in blank dismay. In their opinion, Christo was not someone who cared about school rules.They were about to say something, when a large group of owls rushed in, large and small packages fell from the sky, suddenly, another big gray guy fell towards them, Chris didn't even look at it, just waved her magic wand, Leaving Hermione and her breakfast in the air, the hapless owl crashed solidly onto the long table.

Christo raised her eyebrows. She caught a glimpse of the red under the owl's claws, and immediately got up and pulled Hermione to find another place under the table. The breakfast was neatly placed in front of them, and the crisp sound made the next door The freshman was taken aback.

Within ten seconds, Mrs. Weasley's voice suddenly exploded over the auditorium, causing the plates on the table to jump up.Hermione was dumbfounded, the spoon slipped from her hand, and was beckoned by Kristall's wand and landed firmly next to the dinner plate.

Everyone here clearly felt Mrs. Weasley's anger. The news that Harry and Ron arrived at the school by car last night spread like wildfire. Everyone in the hall looked at them with sympathy and admiration. There was envy, there was schadenfreude...but now Harry and Ron just wanted to find a crack in the ground.

Finally, the Roaring Letter completed its mission, burning in the air, and soon curled into ashes.After a while, I don't know who said something, and the whole auditorium slowed down and became noisy.

Christo had already finished her slice of bread in an orderly manner, she took out a tissue and calmly wiped her mouth.She walked up to Harry and Ron who were already in a daze: "You can't keep making people so worried, can you?"

Harry bowed his head in shame.

Ron said angrily: "It's not that we don't want to get on the train..." Harry tugged his sleeves hard, and then he reluctantly shut up.

Christo smiled at Harry, but returned to her seat without looking at Ron.

"What does she mean? It seems that we deserved to be almost killed by the Whomping Willow yesterday!" Ron's neck was thick, and he was very uncomfortable being scolded in public.

"We should have written a letter to your parents last night..." Harry stammered, "Also, we went back to the dormitory on our own last night, and Keli didn't even bother to see us. I didn't see..."

Ron's face went red all of a sudden.