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"I solemnly swear that I will do no good." Potter tapped his wand on a piece of crumpled-looking parchment that would not be conspicuous when thrown on the floor.Holding the invisibility cloak he just handed me, I looked around the entire Gryffindor lounge vigilantly. The joy of winning Quidditch made the Gryffindors rejoice for two days. Finally, when the weather warmed up, everyone And bewilderedly aware that final exams are just around the corner - it looks like there won't be a Slytherin basilisk to make the headmaster cancel final exams this year either.

"Relax, Alice." Maybe I looked like I was holding a cauldron that was about to explode at any moment, Potter said to me after spreading the parchment, "It's not a big deal."

"We will violate at least five school rules tonight." I said with some concern.

Potter seemed to have heard something funny, and he couldn't help laughing.

I looked down curiously at the countless ink dots spreading on the plain parchment paper, they flowed smoothly on the paper as if they were alive, and then formed a thin border pattern—wait, it’s not a pattern , the small grid and the large grid, and the cursive characters like mosquito legs beside the small ink dots - I saw "Harry" floating next to the two ink dots in a small square pointed by the tip of Potter's wand. Potter" and "Alice Snape".

It was so amazing, I looked down and recognized Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil among the dense ink dots, and Miss Granger who seemed to be sitting next to the window icon.In the other corner I also saw Draco's name, his ink dot was very close to Pansy Parkinson's in the square marked the Slytherin lounge.

"This map can see everyone in Hogwarts?" I couldn't hide the surprise in my voice, "It's amazing, what kind of magic can do it...and that invisibility cloak, you guys Is it because they have never been caught by Filch all these years?"

"Almost." Potter corrected me, as if recalling something bad, his brows frowned, "We were thrown into the Forbidden Forest by Filch in the first grade."

"Wait, I see—" Just as we were making sure that all the Gryffindors except us had returned to the dormitory, and I was putting on the Invisibility Cloak while my palms were sweating, Potter suddenly looked at the map and said , "Alice, come out, Professor McGonagall—"

Professor McGonagall, in plaid pajamas and a lace hairnet, crawled into the Gryffindor common room, and Potter and I looked at each other.In desperation, I put the hand holding the invisibility cloak behind my back.

"Miss Snape, Mr. Potter." She seemed surprised that the two of us appeared alone in the waiting room, "Although I did come to see you, I didn't expect you to have a rest at such a late hour .”

"The final exam is coming, Professor." Potter explained without changing his face, and gently pulled the invisibility cloak from my palm while speaking.

Professor McGonagall didn't seem too concerned about Potter's lying (I thought about it later, and I always felt that she might know that Potter and I were going to break the school rules), she looked at us and said: "Your parents are now in London .”

"My parents? My father and mother?" I instantly forgot what I was going to do, and almost immediately jumped to Professor McGonagall, "Professor, you mean my father and mother came together London? Did Daddy find Mommy in Albania?"

"Yes." Professor McGonagall forgave my shrill question which was not polite anyway, and she also smiled. "I assure you that I will update you. But your parents are Needs some time at St. Mungo's, Potter, and so does your father."

"Are they all right? Dad, Aunt Lily, and—Professor Snape?" Potter asked eagerly. "And Peter Pettigrew, have you caught—"

"Can I go to St. Mungo's to see Mom and Dad?" I interrupted his endless questions and said hastily, "Professor, I'll just go and see tonight, and I promise not to delay tomorrow's class—"

McGonagall raised her hand to prevent us from speaking ten people's words. At this moment, she resumed the seriousness that belonged to the head of Gryffindor, and she was no longer with a bit of tenderness and visible comfort when she first entered the lounge.

"First of all, the condition of your parents is under control, don't worry, the doctors in St. Mungo's will make them recover." She pursed her lips and said, "The news that can let you know will be published in the Daily Prophet tomorrow. , as you said, Mr. Potter, the final exam is approaching, you all need to put more energy into your studies, and leave the affairs outside of school to the adults. Finally, Miss Snape, I understand that you want to see your mother mood, but students are never allowed to leave Hogwarts late at night."

I lowered my head, looked at my toes and nodded.

"Okay, let's rest." She crossed her arms, "I'm here to watch you go back to the dormitory."

In the girls' dormitory, Miss Granger was the only one who was still awake. She was sitting on the window sill, reading a thick book with the faint light of the tip of her wand. The big ginger cat named Crookshanks was cozying up beside her lap. Snoring, looking at me approaching, eyes widened vigilantly.

Miss Granger patted the big cat on the head lightly, and it curled up into a ball again and began to purr in a cat language we couldn't understand.Because of Buckbeak, Miss Granger has been a little colder towards me, she's always known that I'm on good terms with Draco.Because some girls complained that she was disturbing their rest by reading late at night, Miss Granger has been staying up late in the lounge to look up information. It should be because Potter told her something in advance that she left early today.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" She raised her head and mouthed me, her eyes were obviously tired from lack of sleep.

I opened my mouth, hesitated and said to her: "I found my mother."

I didn't tell Miss Granger about my mother's disappearance in the Albanian forest, and the Daily Prophet only wrote a few vague words that related personnel left the team. She probably didn't hear about it from Potter, because she was stunned for a moment. , then stood up and gave me a hug.

With my face tickled by her matted hair, she patted my back lightly and whispered, "Thanks for your hard work...it's okay."

Miss Granger is a very gentle person, I have always felt this way, although she is frighteningly obsessed with her grades, she always hopes to be the first to do the best in all things, Ron Weasley always said she had a bad temper.Years later her swiftness at work drew some criticism, but I've always believed in Hermione Granger's kindness, tenacity and passion.Even though the instigator of the incident that she and I worked so hard for is seen by many people as the same species, she, who was so tired that she almost collapsed this night, still did not forget to give me a simple hug to celebrate the end of the matter.

"I'll figure out what to do about Buckbeak." I whispered, "Thank you, Miss Granger."

The next morning, I was staring at yet another pair of black eyes smearing marmalade on a slice of toast when an owl flew over and landed in front of me, sticking out a foot towards me.It was not so much a letter as it was a small note, with a dark brown liquid that seemed to be medicinal juice still stained on it.

Mom is already awake, and you will be arranged to visit her on the weekend.

S. Snape

Don't worry, prepare for the exam seriously

and

I rubbed my eyes, carefully rolled up the note and put it in the Potions textbook. Looking up at the magic ceiling above my head, I felt that the sun was much brighter than the previous few days.The Potter trio were putting their heads together to study today's Daily Prophet, and Neville listened uncomfortably to what they were discussing in low voices. More owls were coming, bringing letters and Small parcels, someone rushing to the table with a piece of cake in one hand and running towards the stairs, someone yawning sleepily poking scrambled eggs on a fork into their nostrils——I feel that I am full of Power, full of hope for the future, maybe the transformation class later can be a success in one go.

However, this kind of lightheartedness did not last long. A rampant owl almost knocked over the largest bottle of milk on the Gryffindor table, and Miss Granger untied a crumpled piece of paper from its foot , looks like someone wiped their nose with it.

"What's the matter Hermione?" Potter folded the face of Peter Pettigrew on the front page of the Daily Prophet after his soul was sucked by a dementor, and looked at the pale Miss Granger.

"Hagrid lost the case," she said simply, stuffing the rest of the bread wrapped in a bit of syrup down her throat. "They're going to sentence Buckbeak to death."

There was a brief silence at the Gryffindor table. After all, almost everyone here stood by Buckbeak in outrage, accusing the Slytherins headed by Draco of confusing the public and exaggerating the facts. But I believe that if the owl that delivered the letter to Miss Granger hadn't been so loud today, many people would have basically forgotten about it.

"Can you go ahead with the appeal? I mean, we can definitely help a little more—"

Just as Potter spoke, Miss Granger shook her head impatiently: "This road is no longer going to work."

After she finished speaking, she threw her schoolbag over her shoulder and walked out of the auditorium without looking back.

"I admit that we didn't put this matter first." Blake shrugged while eating bread, "but is she being too mean?"

"Don't say that." Ron rarely commented on Miss Granger's violent temper, "She's under too much pressure, you can look at her schoolbag and smash a hole in the floor of Hogwarts on the spot." Not surprisingly."

The pressure seemed to be everywhere, as Professor McGonagall solemnly reminded the yawning us that final exams were coming ("There are still more than two full months - almost three months! I really can't understand, according to this statement, next Christmas Christmas is coming soon." Ron Weasley whispered) Without slowing down the pace of teaching at all, she reminded us to learn to arrange the relationship between learning new content and reviewing, and emphasized that this year's exam will never be like As relaxed as in the first year ("I don't think the end of the first year is easy at all." Ron Weasley said so, and was watched seriously by Professor McGonagall).

"If you feel that way, Mr. Weasley," said her eyes like a cat ready to hunt at night, "I would suggest that you spend more time in class than secretly reading the Daily Prophet down below. —Five points deducted from Gryffindor, yes, your little tricks are not hidden."

"Professor McGonagall, I have a question. Since Peter Pettigrew has been arrested, why haven't the dementors stationed around Hogwarts been evacuated?" Miss Granger raised her hand before get out of class ended.

"The efficiency of the Ministry of Magic can be devoted to writing a book to study its laws, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall stared at us sternly through the glasses, "No matter how much information you have learned from various sources today, Ladies and gentlemen, the state of martial law at Hogwarts has not ended, and any violation of school rules will be punished as it should be."

"Don't you find it strange? What McGonagall said today—why the state of martial law at Hogwarts has not ended? Is it the same as we guessed?" After the bell rang, I heard Black behind the desk say in a low voice. , "Harry, when you see your dad this weekend, you must ask him—"

"Are you going to St. Mungo's for the weekend, too?" I turned to Potter, who was still pinching the Daily Prophet.

"Ah, yes." Potter nodded to me, "Dad said I did it by the way, anyway, I also applied for the Portkey, why don't you go and see him and Mom too."

I suddenly had a very bad premonition about the weekend visit, and it turns out that although Miss Patil and Miss Brown used all kinds of weird ways to predict what to wear today in the dormitory, I could never understand their side What are you doing while muttering words, but I seem to be quite talented in predicting the future-maybe I should choose divination instead of arithmetic divination when I start school.

I quickly dismissed this idea, and before dinner, the news that Miss Granger had contradicted Professor Trelawney and left the Divination classroom spread throughout Gryffindor.I scratched my head in bewilderment as I listened to the vivid details, and I was sure I saw Miss Granger in Arithmancy at the time they said they were supposed to be in Divination, and that she had given Gryffindor a bonus for answering questions. five points.

Students talking back to their teachers is nothing new in Gryffindor, after all, the Potter trio have talked back to my dad as many times as a baby might ever need a goodnight story.But the main character of the story was replaced by Miss Granger, which was enough to keep the girls whispering for at least a week. I have heard Miss Brown imitate Trelawney's description of Miss Granger in at least three tones: "Her soul is like a withered leaf."

"She's clearly wrong." I interrupted her fourth impersonation. "She's never been right about anything, has she?"

"Professor Trelawney is right about everything!" I seem to have stepped on the tail of Trelawney's fanatics with precision. Miss Brown and Miss Patil first loudly listed a series of Trelawney Ni’s precise prediction ("Yes! My rabbit left me that day!"), and then said to me in a mocking tone: "If you are really friends with Hermione, why don't you think about how to ask for it?" Begging Malfoy to spare that hippogriff—hasn't she been exhausted by this all this time?"

"Yeah, why not beg your Slytherins? Or write to your dad?"

I opened my mouth to refute, only to find that they were right, it had been going on for so long, and all I had done was have an endless fight with Draco at the school hospital.

"Whose Slytherin?" A slow voice came from behind, and Draco appeared out of nowhere. He roughly pushed Miss Brown away. Although his face was smiling, his tone was arrogant and ruthless. Li, "Are you talking about me?"