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On the second day of the Christmas ball, Hermione did not continue to quarrel with Ron Weasley. The state between them seemed friendly and weird, and they even used words like "please". In short, the two of them kept silent about yesterday The argument that nearly knocked the ceiling of the Gryffindor lounge down that night.And I have a lot of admiration for Blake's foresight - the gossip atmosphere didn't end with the prom, and he dismissed all inquiries with ease with the "I would dance with any third woman without a partner" Why did the guy who danced with Slytherin's Greengrass yesterday.

"I thought of one thing." As we started to do the homework assigned by the teachers (everyone was surprised to find that we had so much homework, but we only had a week left to leave school), Hermione asked, "Greengrass Isn't Malfoy's partner?"

"Then I don't know." Blake just wrote a scrap of paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the Gryffindor fireplace, "I don't know her, I saw her wandering around the door alone I went up to say hello after a while - and then I found out she was from Slytherin, tsk."

Hermione looked up at me, and I pretended I was trying to clean up the ink stains on my Transfiguration treatise, even though the parchment still had neatly written "On Animals" after one night. Metamorphosis and the Similarities and Differences of Metamorphosis among Object Animals.

"Harry, where's your golden egg?" Hermione asked Harry again, turning her head. "The second event is February 24th—sounds like we're close."

"Your perception of time is really in the same line as McGonagall—well, I mean, there's something we haven't told you about, because you had so much fun yesterday." Ron Weasley cleared his throat and saw Hermione pursed her lips and hurried to remedy, "Uh, it's quite important..."

"I still have an appointment." I stood up tactfully, "See you tonight, Hermione."

Many girls in the dormitory are still sleeping with their heads covered, the smell of all kinds of magic perfumes mixed together has not dissipated, and they will accidentally step on the empty quick-acting anti-acne essence and one-time magical peeling patch on the floor wrapping paper.I took out Dad's notebook from the drawer, thought about it, and then took out the small portrait that Greengrass gave me that I threw into the bottom drawer before, wiped the dust off it and continued. Put it on the bedside.

I turned the notebook to the page that divides the part of Legilimency and the part of Occlumency, and tapped the center with my wand: "Four points——Shenfeng Wuying."

A thin crack neatly divided this notebook into two parts. The white and sharp pages exposed by the brand new gap and the yellowed paper around it looked so out of place. There was a bloodstain on the fingertip.

Although I have been trying to restore the past stories with my perspective and tone back then, it is inevitable that I will think about some karmic events that I ignored at that time, and wonder if everything will change if I don’t do something. different.But recalling this moment, why I split this complete notebook in half at that time, I have never recalled the reason for doing so.I can only guess from the current point of view, maybe because I have been influenced by Hermione, she has always felt that Legilimency is an extremely dangerous magic that does not respect other people's privacy, and I am worried that Draco will call it Feel free to use it for the fun of those around you.

In fact, we no longer fully trust each other since a long time ago, but we have been using various methods that are almost self-deceiving to cover up for each other and ourselves, and we are even ignorant of it.Even after all these years, it still pains me to face that fact.The publishing house doesn't understand why I spent half a year on this "compared with the latter part, which is obviously much more sunny and relaxed, and even romantic" part, they sent owl after owl hoping to get this book as soon as possible The finished draft of the book, and showed obvious impatience after I indicated that it might have to wait another six months.

My husband sent a roaring letter to the editor-in-chief of the publishing house when he learned about this incident. By the time he told me (and expected me to praise him), Vivienne had already left for half a day, and I was angry and funny. Being a Ministry official and running afoul of the media is one of the most stupid and impulsive things you can do.But then I finally saw an owl outside the window beating on the glass without opening my eyes.

Draco didn't comment on the parts I only gave him for Occlumency, and we spent the rest of the holidays wrestling with mountains of homework, scrambling to piece together papers, books, etc. The hall was overcrowded again.Hermione's time is now divided into three parts. Viktor Krum regards sitting in the library and watching her do homework as a kind of entertainment, but this undoubtedly greatly reduces the efficiency of her homework-she actually asked I borrowed my potions homework, saying that she was only half-written and worried that she would not have time to find a reference book to correct, which was the first time ever.

Harry started to get anxious again, after all, the second project doesn't seem so far away after Christmas (with Hermione in his ear, if a calendar keeps counting down, it's hard to feel so far away, right? ), he admits that he still hasn't gotten any useful clues from the golden egg, unless someone can hear the difference between a scream and a scream.The enthusiastic suggestions of the Gryffindors obviously did not help. Some people even thought that the pattern on the golden egg shell was the real clue, and they wasted a lot of time looking for runes and other codes, but they still found nothing.

On the first day of school, the field was still covered with thick snow, large and small icicles hung down from the eaves, as if my internal organs would be frozen with breathing, and I left my scarf in the lounge.You'd probably rather have Papa's Potions class than Care of Magical Creatures class in this weather - at least there's a steaming cauldron to keep warm in Potions class.

Draco and I walked in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He actually didn't express any opinions about today's class in advance, and even walked towards Hagrid's hut expectantly. I wore his scarf I feel that it is no different from not wearing it. The wind quickly freezes the soft clothing to hard.

Hagrid wasn't there. A gray-haired witch stood in front of the hut and organized the students to stand up. Draco didn't show any surprised expression. He showed a nasty smile at the puzzled Gryffindors: " Ha, look at them, don't know anything..."

"I'm Professor Graplan." The elderly witch introduced herself to us in a sharp tone that didn't match her age, "I'm your temporary substitute teacher for the Protection of Magical Creatures class."

"Where's Hagrid?" Harry asked aloud, not intending to show the new teacher any respect. "Why doesn't he come to class?"

"Professor Hagrid is a little uncomfortable." Professor Graplan didn't pay attention to his faux pas, and didn't intend to say more, "Okay, the class bell has been ringing for several minutes, you all go this way and follow me."

"Do you know what happened?" I frowned and asked Draco, who was already whistling, "What's wrong with Hagrid?"

"You don't like that big fool, do you?" he said triumphantly. "You also think he's incompetent at all to be our teacher, don't you? Fried-tailed snails, winged horses, or chickens... ...I've had enough."

He shuts his mouth quickly, as we're walking towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest, which should have brought back some unpleasant memories for him.But we soon saw a beautiful unicorn chained under a tree, and every girl who saw it couldn't help but let out a sound of admiration, we have never seen such a divine and beautiful creature, compared with it The surrounding white snow all looked gray, it was so dazzling.

"Stand back, boys!" snapped Professor Graplan. "Unicorns love a woman's touch. Come on girls, relax a bit and approach it carefully... one by one, line up."

The girls were all overjoyed to have touched it. The unicorn half-closed its eyes and meekly enjoyed the girl's hands gently caressing its back, but when I approached it suddenly opened its eyes vigilantly and slapped it. a snort.

"Do you have a boyfriend thing on you? Take it off, adult unicorns are very sensitive to masculinity." Professor Graplan said, "It doesn't matter, it won't attack you."

"Scarf," Hermione reminded me from behind me, "your scarf, Alice."

"Are you paying attention?" Professor Graplan shouted at the boys behind. The Gryffindor boys were looking at something in Slytherin's hands. I quickly put Draco around my neck, The Slytherin scarf was taken off, feeling that his face was too hot to need it for warmth.

The girls were very satisfied with this class, and Patil even said that she hoped that Professor Graplan would always teach us in the future. After all, the nickname of "Protection of Fantastic Beasts" has never been "Try to see if this monster eats your finger." ".In fact, apart from Harry and the few students who have a good relationship with Hagrid, even Gryffindor basically agrees with this view-everyone is fed up with the previous grumpy snails who like to attack each other, and really want to No idea of ​​their protective value, and Hagrid didn't know much about them.

"So what's going on?" I asked Draco, his tail was up in the sky with joy at Harry's furious expressions (if he had one), and I poked him , ready to return the scarf in the schoolbag to its original owner.

"The Daily Prophet has finally made its due contribution to the expulsion of unqualified teachers." He took the scarf from my hand and wrapped it around my neck, "The half-blood giant... I thought he was It’s just that I drank a bottle of Bone Spirit when I was a child. Now that I think about it, the only one with a bigger skeleton than him is a dragon—student parents would not agree to teach their children to a stupid big man with giant blood. What if he What if the sky goes crazy and eats people? Who knows... It's funny to think about it."

"Half-blood giant? What half-blood giant?" I asked Draco, seeing that Harry's trio and Hermione didn't plan to go back to the Great Hall for lunch immediately, they hurried to Hagrid's cabin.It was the same place as when we came to class, the little door was closed tightly, and the curtains were all drawn. They kept knocking on the door, but Hagrid never came out.

"I gave Potter my newspaper." Draco smiled and looked at Hagrid's cabin with me. "The reporter from the Daily Prophet found out the truth about his blood—not even a pureblood, ha!"

I have to admit this was the best and most rewarding Fantastic Creatures class I've ever had, Professor Graplan knew what he wanted to teach us instead of just "figuring it out" or "Just try it out".But I was not happy because Hagrid was revealed to be half-giant, especially when I heard Draco say "pure blood", I subconsciously broke away from him holding my hand, his tone Made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"See you tonight." I am glad that we have already entered the auditorium at this time, this move seems more natural.I took the Slytherin scarf off my neck and handed it to him, muttering, "Good afternoon."

Rita Skeeter had written the report, and Hermione gritted her teeth as she handed it to me.I was surprised to learn from the conversations between Harry and the others that they only happened to hear Hagrid talking about it on the day of the Christmas ball (Ron Weasley emphasized that they didn’t mean to hear it), The next thing Rita Skeeter knew.

A week passed, and Hagrid seemed to have disappeared from school.Harry and the others did not give up, and were still discussing this matter.

"We made sure there was no one around at that time." I heard them sitting there when I returned to the lounge that day, and the discussion did not shy away from other people. Harry's voice was quite loud, "And that woman was not banned by Dumbledore Are you in Hogwarts?"

"She must have some method that we don't know about—maybe it's illegal, and if we can find evidence, we can call her bad luck." Blake tilted his head, "But I think you should focus on yours now. On the golden egg."

"What? You're still out of ideas—then you just said you were going to Hogsmeade for the weekend!" Hermione said loudly. "Harry, it's the middle of January! You—"

"I, I think I've pretty much figured it out," Harry said weakly as I sat next to Hermione. "I need to relax a bit."

"Really?" Hermione looked very happy, "That would be great!"

Harry looked relieved as he tossed me a packet of berry pops they'd just eaten half-eaten.After the Christmas ball, his attitude towards me changed a lot. I don't know how to describe this change accurately. Little joke, give me their snacks.I'm happy because his attitude always made me nervous, even if I don't think he's the "arrogant and disrespectful Potter" that Dad said, I don't know how to get along with him, but now we see It looks like ordinary friends, and I don't have to always think about keeping a distance between us deliberately.

Hermione pretended to be casual one day (looking back now, she should have wanted to ask for a long time), and asked me "are I with Malfoy?"Seeing my confused expression, she quickly explained that she didn't want to comment on it. After all, I and Draco were on good terms. She knew it all along. She just guessed that I was with Draco at the Christmas ball.

"Well, I don't know how to get together." I honestly looked her in the eyes and said, "We still get along the same as before—you know, he and I knew each other when we were kids."

Hermione seemed to be stumped by my question, she thought for a while, but her face turned red first: "If you can be called a couple—for example...kiss?"

"No." I asked her curiously, "Have you ever kissed Krum?"

Her face was completely red, and she unilaterally ended the topic.

Hogsmeade in snowy January, the three broomsticks are always the most popular place for students - not even Honeydukes stuffed with new sweets .So I don't understand why I have to come to Madame Puddiffe's teahouse. It's crowded and small, and it's full of couples kissing through two teacups.Draco obviously also felt that he had made a wrong decision. We drank half a cup of coffee there (too sweet and tasteless) before checking out and leaving. I wanted to go to the Wenrenju quill shop to buy him A quill, because he said the potions book I gave him for Christmas was "no doubt something you don't care about at all because of a tantrum".

I have to admit, he was right.

"Quill?" He vetoed my proposal neatly. "I don't need that thing. I have several drawers of quills in different styles."

"Finding something I can afford and you still need, sounds harder than boiling a bliss potion." I complained in a low voice, "The young master of the Malfoy family has everything, so what can I give?"

"I don't care," he said grumpily. "You've already owed me half a dance. You can't owe me another Christmas present—one I'm happy with."

But it was so hard to please him, we took a turn around Hogsmeade and almost ran into Harry's trio and Hermione yelling at Rita Skeeter, and saw Ludo Bagman was stalked by a group of goblins.Draco picked every store, from the new clothes of the Fengya wizard shop with "completely degraded taste" to the candies from Honeydukes "the taste is getting worse and worse without changing the soup". The owls in the store were all disgusted (obviously they couldn't be bought), saying that their feathers were not bright enough.

"Then I don't know what to give you." I looked wistfully at the Screaming Shack in the setting sun, "How about I go there and pull some grass for your Christmas present? You don't like anything anyway.

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"Of course I have something I like," he drawled.

I stood on the side of the road and thought for a while, watching the snow falling on his platinum-blonde hair little by little. Today's snow is not heavy, but after standing outside for a long time, the clothes will still be soaked by the melted water droplets.The various small shops in Hogsmeade village were crowded with students from Hogwarts and two other schools, but there were not many people on the street, and even less people were around the Shrieking Shack.

"Keep your head down a little bit." I muttered, then tiptoed and quickly rubbed the corner of his mouth with my lips when he lowered his head, "Is this okay?"

"No, nothing else!" I yelled, feeling my face was flushed, I turned around and wanted to run. "Don't laugh—laugh and that's the last Christmas present!"

"This is okay." His pale face was also stained with a layer of afterglow due to the setting sun, he licked his lips and smiled, "You only owe me half a dance."