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Professor McGonagall didn't get mad at me as much as I expected, but it didn't make me feel better. I was even ready to lift my chin and answer her. I think I did something wrong, but I don't regret it. The next time I meet I will take the same action in the same situation.

She put me aside, took a letter from the owl waiting for her in the office, and then started to read the long letter in her hand as if she had forgotten that I was still standing here. I heard a faint voice coming from outside. Bells—she's not going to send me to Arithmancy.

I looked down at my feet, the carpet it stepped on slowly changed its color, the stronger the force, the darker the color, and a nice translucent light color would appear if it was lightly brushed.Slowly, the burning anger in my chest gradually subsided, and I began to feel a little cold, because I just broke out in a sweat.

"I think what you did to Miss Pansy Parkinson today was very bad, not just because you were blatantly attacking fellow students from another house in the Great Hall with such a destructive spell. I don't want to ask where you learned it Such a curse, to be able to cause this level of destruction at your age proves that you inherited your parents' talents, but you didn't use it to protect those around you, you used it to attack people around you, I have to say I am very disappointed , Alice." She finally spoke.

I opened my mouth to refute, but she held out her hand to stop me, looked out the window and said, "At the heyday of You-Know-Who, he declared that persecuting Muggles and Muggle-borns was a kind of justice, but now if wizards try to harm Muggle, he will face interrogation by the Ministry of Magic and imprisonment in Azkaban - your mother suffered more insults and slanders in that era than you can imagine, and the way she resisted this unwarranted slander is to promote a new era arrival."

"It is undeniable that there are still people who insist on those views that should be abandoned, but using violence to subdue others will never be truly convinced, otherwise we would not be standing here today." Mag looked at me sharply, "Your mother will not want to be protected by you with this behavior. You must always remember that coercion and violence to force others to submit is not the way to achieve justice."

"I remember." I lowered my head.

"I know I didn't convince you, but one day you will understand that what I said is right, Miss Snape." She stood up, her tone no longer as harsh as it was at the beginning, "When you were young, because your mother was too busy, you were punished. Your father brought you to Hogwarts several times, and the old professors who taught your parents at that time said that you were just another Lily, and you could hardly see your father. But I think they are wrong, I I watched your mother grow up, you are more like your father in your bones, you are very quiet, you don’t take the initiative to talk to other people, and spend most of your time immersed in your own world. Before the sorting ceremony, I stood at the door of the auditorium When I greeted students your age before, and saw you standing beside Mr Malfoy listening to him, I thought I wouldn't be surprised if you were sorted into Slytherin."

I have never seen Professor McGonagall talking like this. Her majesty and crispness make it difficult for people to think that she is actually an old man.

"But the Sorting Hat sorted you into Gryffindor. At that time, I thought I was wrong." I think I must have been wrong, and the corners of her mouth seemed to rise slightly, "It seems that I am not wrong today, Sne Miss Pu, maybe even your father didn't realize how similar you are in certain aspects—your father changed a lot for your mother."

"Because of your behavior today, Gryffindor will deduct forty points. Starting from this weekend, you will need to go to Professor Sprout for confinement every weekend. She just needs help. When she arrives there, she will tell you Do something until the end of the semester." It should have been my illusion just now, and her voice has regained its majesty now. "I don't expect you to immediately understand what I just said, but you need to think about it."

Another forty points deducted, and I'll probably be isolated for a long time again—but it doesn't matter, I just need some alone time to prepare for the final exam, and it doesn't matter whether I'm isolated or not.

However, I was wrong. I met a group of Gryffindors who had just finished class on the way to the Protection of Magical Creatures class. I don’t know who took the lead and started to applaud me. Many people came to pat me on the shoulder. Without saying a word, the Weasley twins crowded in front of me and said "that's really cool!" and asked desperately what spell I was using if I could teach them.

"I, I'm going to be late for class—" I was not used to being treated like this, and panicked to run away from the center of the crowd, but they surrounded me and kept recounting my "heroic act" that morning.

"Parkinson doesn't even have time to react!" Cormac McLaggen said triumphantly, as if he had pushed Parkinson into the cereal bowl himself, and he took my hand, and I subconsciously thought I broke free, but his hand seemed to have a suction cup, and he still wanted to squeeze into my fingers, "Alice, we always thought you—"

"Can you let me go first?" The sticky sweat on his hands made me uncomfortable, I stepped back subconsciously, but I was surrounded by Gryffindors and almost stepped on someone's foot, "That , uh - I didn't do it right, Professor McGonagall criticized me..."

"That's because she is the dean! She has to maintain the superficial fairness and justice!" McLagan just let go of my hand, and before I had time to walk away, he put his arms around my shoulders, if he didn't know he was And the students who are one level higher than me, I even thought he would add a few points to me as a prefect or the president of the student union, "This is a hard lesson for Slytherin! Let them not only be on the Quidditch pitch You still can't hold your head up in front of us!"

"I'm sorry," I tried to free his arm, but he was bigger than any male I've ever known, and I couldn't even reach for the wand in my pocket, "I'm sorry, can you just let me go—"

"She asked you to let her go, didn't you hear?"

I looked up and saw Draco leaning against a lush but not tall tree with a very impatient expression on his face.

"What, did you get hit in the brain by a Bludger or was your brain thrown like a Quaffle? Can't understand what she just said?" He jumped from the tree, although he was considered tall for his peers Yes, but it has to be said that in front of McLagan, he has no momentum to speak of.

"If I were you, Malfoy, I'd run the hell out of here." Instead of letting go of me, McLaggen pulled me even tighter, "You didn't bring your idiot henchmen— We'd love to get the Slytherin Seeker in the hospital before the final."

"Michael Ragan, you let go of Alice first." One of the Weasley twins said, "We don't need to use this kind of dirty tricks to win the game, we prefer to use their heads as a substitute on the pitch." Bludger hit."

Michelle pursed his lips, and I took advantage of the moment when he didn't use any strength to break free with all my strength.

"If you don't go back to Castle Defense Against the Dark Arts, you will be late." Lee Jordan looked at his watch and said, "Guys, according to reliable information, this class is not Professor Lupine's, we'd better hurry over."

McLagan made a rude gesture at Draco, and I took his hand the moment Draco raised his wand.

"It's not like you to make trouble with a whole bunch of seniors all by yourself," I said calmly. "Go to class, Draco."

He shook my hand away, and said bitterly, "You should go find your childhood sweetheart. Where did your little boyfriend go? Did you wash the handkerchief you gave him?"

After he finished speaking, he snorted and strode away without looking back.

My friendship with Draco Malfoy seems to have finally ended in this nonsense daily prophet. In the days after that, he never had any communication with me, and he sat with the Slytherins in class. Together, seize every moment to talk about the Quidditch final.

The atmosphere in the school was tense, and it seemed that the conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin had never been more acute - I definitely started a bad start for the Quidditch final.To my great surprise Slughorn didn't retire just because Dad went back to Hogwarts, he also invited me to his "Slug Club" party before the final exam, I was put in detention To shirk.

What was even more surprising was that Dad replaced Professor Lupine in our Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The Gryffindors couldn't hide their disappointment. The tone ordered us: "Turn the book to page 394."

"Look at Parkinson." I heard Ron Weasley whisper gleefully behind me, and looked up to see Parkinson sitting next to Draco pale, because my dad almost dropped the textbook in his hand because of his approach.

"She obviously didn't know Professor Snape was back this week." Miss Granger spoke to me from the corners of her mouth. "Probably, like Ron, she thought he wasn't coming back until next term—wait, werewolf? But we've just learned-"

Dad gave us a whole roll of parchment to write about how to spot a werewolf from an ordinary person.When the get out of class was over, everyone was downcast and seemed to have temporarily forgotten the tension between Gryffindor and Slytherin.As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Parkinson quickly left the classroom as if fleeing for his life, as if he was afraid that if he stayed here for a second, my father would abuse her by lynching her—but it didn't work. After two days, I heard that I didn't know why For some reason Papa got very mad at Miss Parkinson and made her entrail toads at his place till the end of term.

The end of the Quidditch final didn't improve the atmosphere between the two houses, although I missed the game due to the confinement at Professor Sprout's place (which I'm kind of grateful for) and don't know what happened on the field, But after the game, there are still conflicts between Gryffindor and Slytherin. I have welcomed several classmates who accompanied me to repot Professor Sprout's Mandrake.

The victory of Gryffindor undoubtedly made Draco's mood even worse. He counted down the date of Buckbeak's execution every day while eating maliciously, and made up his mind not to say a word to me again, even in the corridor After hitting my shoulder directly, he swaggered away.

My mood has not been depressed for a long time because Draco stopped talking to me, Miss Granger - I am not used to calling her Hermione directly, and I have officially become friends, and by the way, I and the Potter trio The relationship has also improved a lot.They showed a very high level of interest in the Shadowless Charm I used on Parkinson the other day, and I'm almost sure they wanted to use it on Buckbeak's chains.

"I can teach you, it's not difficult, but the problem is that if releasing Buckbeak can solve all problems, Professor Hagrid has done this a long time ago-you will bring him trouble like this, won't you? The Ministry of Magic will think it is He let Buckbeak go." I expressed my doubts to Hermione.

"We need timing, and luckily, timing is in our hands." She said something I didn't understand, "Alice, this spell has very little movement, right? It doesn't make the loud noise of the Shattering Curse." ?”

"Yes." I remembered that I practiced secretly and almost ruined the house, and quickly added, "You must be careful when you practice, don't point at people, and I don't think you should teach them to Potter. "

My life is very peaceful. My mother, who has temporarily stopped working because of self-cultivation, has a lot of time to write to me. We used to keep a letter every half a month. It was a bit reluctant, because she was too busy, and I was also worried about myself. Those boring chores will distract her.But now, as if she wanted to make up for all the previous shortcomings, she wrote me three letters in one breath this week.Near the end of the term, there are always a lot of entrustments from parents, and many parents of fifth grade and seventh grade students sent owls to send a lot of condolences, hoping that this will help their children get better grades in the grade exam score.

The owls in the school are also very busy, and they often can’t find one available. Potter, who also sent a letter, told me that I could borrow his Hedwig at will, and was pecked dissatisfied by his dazzling white snow owl. Several times, it flew up high to point its tail at us, and Potter explained to me awkwardly that it wasn't usually like that.

"You let me use it casually, make it sad, I think you have to apologize to it." I smiled and waved my hand to show that I didn't care, "It's okay, maybe I will consider buying an owl this holiday season, Mom said She has had a lot of time to write to me since she was transferred to the Department of Magical Sports."

The time is full, and reviewing homework and confinement take up almost all of my spare time. I have gradually mastered the skills to deal with mandrakes proficiently, and even think they are not so ugly.Finally, before the last exam, Professor Sprout told me that I don't need to help her anymore, and told me that I did well in herbal medicine.

The school year ended too dramatically, first with Buckbeak's sudden disappearance under the noses of the Ministry of Magic's executioners, then with the rapid spread of rumors among the students that Professor Lupine was a werewolf, and after Professor Lupine left Huobi... Gwartz was later considered confirmed.The Slytherins thought it was the Potter trio who stole Buckbeak, and the Gryffindors thought it was Draco who spread rumors about Professor Lupine out of shame, but neither side could find evidence, anyway, Gryffindor Dow and Slytherin never lack for contention.

If it was the past, I would think about what gift to give Draco on his birthday before the summer vacation, although after thinking about it, I always feel that since he doesn't need anything I give, I might as well give him a potion book.I thought he was quite satisfied with the broomstick care kit he got for Christmas (although he still said he didn't need it), I have to think about other things for this birthday, but now it seems that he may not be willing to receive my birthday gift Gift.

Draco's birthday this year happened to be on the day when the results were due. In the morning, the auditorium was filled with the sound of Hermione chanting something and she got a wrong answer in a certain exam, and one owl after another fell on the Slytherin table. The sound made.Draco has always enjoyed the feeling of showing off in front of others, until we got the report card from Professor McGonagall and were about to go back to the dormitory to enjoy the last day of third year, he was still showing those exquisite gifts Slowly unpack them while packing.

The library on the last day of the school year is the most deserted place in Hogwarts. I like this atmosphere very much. There is no anxious sound of reciting books and no annoying couples giggling. I can read to my heart's content. It's been a long time ago Flipping through the "Encyclopedia of Antidote Potions", I am very interested in trying some of the potions written on it during the holidays. I nodded in satisfaction and planned to leave the library until I carefully copied them all on parchment and confirmed that they were correct. It turned out that it was dusk.

"Where's my birthday present?" I just stood up when I was startled by the sudden voice.

I took out my wand and looked at Draco leaning against the bookshelf in shock, the afterglow of the setting sun reflected on his platinum blonde hair, and I didn't know when he was standing there.

"Where's my birthday present?" he repeated stiffly. "Don't you have a birthday present for me?"