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This is the first Friday of school, but no one seems to be happy about the upcoming weekend, because the schoolbag is full of homework that is due next Monday but only half-written in a hurry.Harry was morose because Umbridge didn't allow him to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper Trials, and I noticed he was wearing a thin glove to cover the scar on the back of his hand; Ron looked even more in shape than Harry Oops, his face has been very pale since early in the morning, as if something terrible is about to happen; Tallus stretched his neck as usual to watch Hagrid's shadow at the staff desk, the place that belonged to him was still empty; Min, who seemed the most normal of the bunch, told me with glee that she had found a wonderful trick last night to solve the problem of missing stitches in her hats - I realized that being watched by such sparkling eyes, if I pretended Tsukuru couldn't understand what she meant, so he seemed too hypocritical, so he had to tell her that I was still short of finishing the two small exercises in the charm class, and when I finished, I would knit the hat with her. Tell me she has already started learning to knit socks.

"Aren't you going to the goalkeeper selection?" Tallus asked us two girls over a sip of porridge.

"Don't go." Before Hermione and I politely refused, Ron rushed ahead of us and said, "Uh...what's so interesting! If it were me, I would definitely use this time to do more homework."

Hermione turned to look at Ron's blushing face (which made his freckles less noticeable), and raised her eyebrows as if thinking of something.

05:30pm I put a tick mark on the last assignment on my to-do list (Hermione's birthday present, it works great) ("today's done today!" it screeched) and walked out of the library .The sky outside the window was gradually dimming, and it was no longer possible to see whether there were people on the Quidditch pitch.It took me a while to go to the school hospital to find Madam Pomfrey to ask for some materials she had promised to help me with. When I returned to the Gryffindor common room, it was already very lively, and I hadn’t figured out what happened. Ron happily stuffed me with a butterbeer.

"He's the new Gryffindor keeper." I blankly took a sip from my goblet and sat down in the armchair next to Hermione with crochet hooks in both hands (actually it was more like her hands were messed up) Yarn gets tangled), Crookshanks looked at the ball of yarn in her lap and let out a playful cry, "I think we two need to be prepared for the boys to talk about Quidditch all the time."

Having said that, she obviously looked very happy, and looked at Ron who was jumping around in the lounge from time to time, with a gentle smile on her face.

"I'll go back to the dormitory." I said to her, looking at her disappointed eyes, I immediately added, "I'll be right back, I'm just going to get something, I put my schoolbag here."

Our introductory witch weaving class had just started for 5 minutes, and the portrait opened again. Harry struggled to climb in with one hand on the hole, and Ron immediately rushed over and stuffed him with a wine bottle. The right hand took it, and almost immediately switched to the left hand.

"I found it." Talus ran towards them, waving a red robe, "Katy found Wood's old robe, and she said that if you don't fit properly, she will change it for you-the name on the back I It has been replaced by you!"

It took a while for Harry to struggle out of the group of people, and Angelina kept pulling him and Talus to spend time practicing with Ron, who held a third of the Butterbeer in his left hand Bottle sat across from Hermione and me, looked at the ball of wool in Hermione's hand and said, "Are you still knitting?"

"Assess." Hermione held up to him the fabric in her hand that looked like two tangled forks.

"Hmm... I really don't know what it is." Harry replied with a suppressed smile.

"It's a pity, this is woven by Alice, but you don't like it." Hermione showed a regretful expression.

"Uh," he glanced at me, "well...how to say, it's kind of...pretty, I think if it's finished—"

"I didn't knit this." I laughed, stopping his struggle to form words, "I'm just learning how to wrap thread on a crochet hook."

"Oh, you guys." Hermione shook her head. "I've knitted a lot, and I've hidden them in various places in the room. They disappeared in the blink of an eye. I think it should have some effect!"

"But can you really liberate the house-elves here on behalf of Hogwarts?" Tallus sat on the arm of Hermione's chair, and stretched out his hand lazily around the back of her chair, "They should be employed Dumbledore is right."

"There's nothing wrong with trying a little bit!" Hermione retorted, "I've looked up a lot of information, including the so-called employment contract that restricts the behavior of house elves-in fact, we all know that this is unequal and cruel slavery. Very vague, so I—”

"When I didn't say it." Talus raised his hands in surrender, "You continue."

He gave me a sympathetic look, no doubt, as I struggled with the heavy wool thread that had tangled two crochet hooks.

The pure happiness didn't last long, and soon everyone remembered that there was still a lot of homework waiting for them, and began to find various reasons to leave Ron's celebration party. Fortunately, Ron didn't care much, and put on Oliver Wood's goalkeeper ball Serving is enough for him to be happy tonight.Harry tried to look happy too, but he was obviously too tired, and Hermione accidentally touched his gloved right hand while pulling him and us knitting hats, and he immediately shook her hand opened.

"Well, I'm so tired - Umbridge is like a nightmare, I mean, the nightmare is finally over," he said incoherently, "I don't think I have time for tomorrow, I have a lot of homework, just now I also promised Angelina to practice with Ron a lot, I'm sorry."

I wanted to stop him, but he turned around and walked towards the stairs back to the boys' dormitory and never came down again.Hermione has been sitting there knitting hats, listening to Ron happily telling us over and over again about his thrilling saves during the selection. I actually think I look a bit redundant, but I dare not leave.

The next morning I waited early in the lounge, the fire in the fireplace had been completely extinguished, the butterbeer bottles and balls of parchment rolling on the floor last night were gone, the ones Hermione hid The woolen fabric didn't know where it went either.The Gryffindor tower was still in a quiet and sweet dreamland early in the morning, and I saw that Neville was fully dressed and carrying his schoolbag and was about to leave—he seemed to be a different person this semester. In Ron’s words, he worked so hard. It's scary: even Professor McGonagall can't criticize Neville's study attitude anymore. She encourages him over and over again, telling him that all his exercises are very standard, and he only lacks a little confidence now.

After a simple good morning, I watched his back and realized uncomfortably that he would go to Umbridge for a day of confinement next week. Maybe the stickers I made were not enough and I had to go to trouble again. Madam Pomfrey - I hope she doesn't find me annoying.

Harry was up earlier than I expected, and I was relieved that he wasn't with Tallus and Ron, or I'd have to find excuses to keep them both away.His uncombed hair was in a mess on his head and his glasses were askew, making him look a bit like one of those scruffy wizards who shut themselves in their rooms for years.He held a lot of homework in his left hand and plopped into the armchair he used to sit on most often because he was sleepy and didn't realize that I was beside him, because until I called out to him, he just stared blankly. Looking ahead with an expression of thinking about the meaning of life.

"Alice?" He rubbed his eyes with his left hand and put on his glasses. "What are you doing here?"

I bent down and took out the two small boxes in my schoolbag, "Can you take off the glove on your right hand? I made two kinds of stickers, although I'm not sure if it's useful, but like Hermione said, just in case Is it useful?"

I carefully placed the boxes on the armrest of the chair, hoping that the liquid soaking them would not be spilled when I opened them. I looked up and saw Harry still sitting there without moving. I thought he might be smelled by the liquid and their color Shocked, he said sincerely, "Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

"You made it for me?" His tone was a little different from usual. "Because of the back of my hand?"

"Yeah." I nodded, "I did it last night, but there are always people in the lounge. You said you didn't want other people to know about it, so I didn't stop you. What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." He pursed his lips, "Uh, I don't think it's necessary, it's much better..."

"You have to use your left hand even to rub your eyes." I pointedly exposed his clumsy lie, "Why do you lie?"

"No, it's just..." His left hand hesitated to take off the gloves and then stopped quickly, "Hey, just give them to me, and I'll just go back to the dormitory and post them myself."

"Then I can only go back to the dormitory and tell Hermione what I forgot to tell her." I folded my arms, "She knit the hat too late yesterday and she didn't wake up, so she happened to be still here."

Harry reluctantly sat back in the armchair: "Uh, I have to explain first, uh, it's not as serious as it seems, it's just that the back of my hand was bleeding last night, and then I was too tired and forgot to take off my gloves before going to bed Come down—uh, and I was just trying to take it off a bit..."

"Then you told me that you have recovered a lot." I looked at the back of his blood-stained hand and peeled off a large piece of skin and said, "Am I so unworthy of your trust?"

"Of course not." He said quickly, "I'm just worried that you will be scared when you see it, but it's actually not a big deal. I have been flying around on a broomstick since I was a child, and fractures are commonplace. I have never been afraid of pain since I was a child. My mother has always doubted me. lack of basic perception of pain."

I said blankly: "When you were riding the broomstick, I was stealing the horned toad in the dissecting medicine cabinet. Don't treat me as a weak girl who screams and faints at the sight of blood and wounds. You may not be able to." Hit me—I don't mean fights, I mean one-on-one duels."

He obviously doesn't believe the statement, but that's okay, we'll have a chance to verify it shortly.

"Two kinds of stickers." I pointed to the two boxes, "I think it's better not to use them at the same time, one has the effect of removing scars, but it will be very painful to apply-very painful, because the main effect is the skin. The concentration of pus from the tuber is very high, and the corresponding irritation is also very strong. There is also a kind of juice that only has a simple analgesic effect, after filtering and pickling the tentacles of the Mortella rat, it was only when Hermione mentioned it that I remembered— —I didn’t tell her about it, half of Brown’s face was swollen by squeezing the pimples, she was in so much pain that she couldn’t eat and felt ashamed to go to the school hospital, Hermione said that she could try this. I added A little bit of fishbone meal, I think it would work better, it makes the juices evaporate slower - pick one."

"I choose pain relief." Harry made his decision without any hesitation.

I carefully twisted a piece of soft sticker that had been soaked until it was golden yellow, but Harry suddenly put his hands behind his back as if remembering something.

"You didn't go to your dad to steal it—take it?" A zero in Potions this week seemed to have cast a shadow over him.

"No." I looked at his terrified expression and laughed out loud, "I went to the school hospital with Patil, and then I used Miss Brown as an excuse to ask Madam Pomfrey to ask for it, um, I think she might be a little suspicious, but I didn’t say anything, after all, I’m a good student.”

He looked relieved and handed me his right hand.

"I thought you'd choose scar removal." I tried to make the stickers cover his wounds and peeling skin.

"It's already painful." He muttered, "And it doesn't matter if a boy has some scars. My dad always said that scars are a man's badge."

"You said just now that you have never been afraid of pain since you were a child." I pouted, "But your choice is very wise, because if ordinary healing spells don't work for this wound, there is a high probability that potions won't work. Ordinary magic won't cause this. If Hermione knew about it, she would have told you to tell Professor McGonagall that Umbridge had no right to physically punish students like this."

"I don't want to tell her." The sticker looked effective, he stretched his right hand, and then tried to unscrew an ink bottle, "I don't want to tell my parents, they have enough things to worry about . . . I think it's a terrible thing for them to be distracted."

We were silent for a while, thinking that the members of the Order of the Phoenix outside the school did not know what dangerous missions they were carrying out, might they have even faced the mysterious man, might they have been in danger but couldn't tell us?Sometimes I'm even thankful that this school year is so busy. Only when I'm overtired can I just think about falling asleep when I get a short break, instead of feeling worried because of cranky thoughts.

"Thank you." Harry helped me close the two boxes and ended the silence. His eyes were bright, as if reflecting the mild morning sunlight, "I feel much better."

"If you're going to practice Quidditch, remember to get a new one. Don't wear gloves directly, as it will contaminate the potion." I thought for a while and felt that there was nothing else to pay attention to, so I nodded to him, "Then I'll go to the library See you later."

"Okay." He yawned and unfolded a completely blank roll of parchment. "See you later, Alice."

The boys didn't seem to be having a good Saturday, and we managed to persuade Neville, who was bleeding from his nose, to visit Madam Pomfrey (he said he accidentally knocked it, but we all think he ate it by mistake Nosebleed Nougat for the Weasley Twins), the three who went to the playground for Quidditch practice returned early.

"How was the training?" Hermione asked without looking up as she knitted her hat.

"Also—" Harry was about to answer, when Ron interrupted him with a hollow voice, sitting on Hermione's right hand: "It can't be worse."

Harry sat on my left, and Tallus sat across from the fireplace. After listening to Ron's words, Hermione comforted him, "It's normal that the first training session didn't go well, and it takes time to adjust—"

"I didn't say anything, and you think I messed up everything?" Ron suddenly asked angrily, "I'm doomed to be a piece of shit, have you always thought so?"

Hermione was surprised and aggrieved when he looked at his gloomy back as he walked towards the boys' dormitory, and also drove Crookshanks away who was playing with the wool, and turned to ask the other two boys: "What happened?" What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's really not that he screwed up." Harry always defended Ron, "But he didn't go too well, as you said, this is just the first training."

"If it wasn't for Malfoy who led the group of Slytherins to make trouble, today wouldn't be so chaotic." Talus frowned and said, "But you can't expect that the Slytherins will not be allowed to watch the Quidditch match, It's also impossible to put a spell on him so that he can't hear what those people are sneering... Angelina's concern is still reasonable."

"I see, he got angry from outside, and he took it out on me when he came back." Hermione yelled at Harry and Tallus angrily, "Please remind him that I'm not a trash can."

"We're not trash cans either." Talus rubbed his hair after Hermione returned to the girls' dormitory with a big ball of wool and semi-finished products, "She's also venting the grievances she received from Ron to the girls' dormitory." On us, shouldn't we also find a trash can to be fair?"

"You can yell at Ron directly, and then you will form a perfect closed loop, and you don't have to hurt others anymore." I yawned.

"Great idea." Tallus stretched his waist. "I have to go back and do some homework. I didn't expect that one day I would be troubled by homework—brother, why don't you go back? You have more homework left than I do." Much more."

"Oh, here we go." Harry glanced at me before standing up.

"Are the stickers still working?" I asked him in a low voice.

"It's very easy to use." He pretended to bend over to pack his schoolbag, and showed me the back of his hand, "I almost forgot there was a wound there."

I reminded him to give Neville one when he got back from detention, and I said goodnight.

The weather was fine on Sunday, and the temperature rose a little. Many students from lower grades went to sit on the field to enjoy the rare bright sunshine. I thought I would get a reply from my mother today, but Vivienne never came back. I feel very uneasy.Harry and the others had so much homework that they were not allowed to leave the Gryffindor Tower. Hermione obviously hadn't forgotten what happened last night, muttering that it was their own fault, and left without looking back.

I quickly regretted choosing to review the history of magic notes while basking in the sun—Professor Binns’s hypnotic ability far exceeded my imagination, and the sentences written in the notebook unconsciously appeared in my mind with his dull The tone without any ups and downs began to broadcast, and the bright sunshine on the body was like an invitation to a soft dreamland, so that McLaggen called me several times before I raised my head in a trance.

"What's the matter?" He stood there and looked at me condescendingly. I moved to the right to hope that I would not be enveloped by his shadow. This feeling is very bad.

"I heard you broke up with the Malfoy boy," he said cheerfully. "Of course, I knew it was going to be like this."

"I can't think of anything to do with you," I said sharply. "If you have nothing else to do, I'll go first."

"Hey!" I had just stood up and was about to leave when he grabbed my hand, "Listen to me, okay? I thought I didn't like you anymore—because you are as arrogant and arrogant as Malfoy." Big guys mixed in and I feel like I've been wrong and told myself you're nothing special other than you have a pretty face. But I bet someone the other day that I ate a pound of foxy eggs and in an instant I thought I was going to see Merlin - of course not, I was in good health and only spent two nights in the hospital hospital, but at that moment I realized that I still like you very much, if you are with Malfoy because of him My family is not bad, and my uncle has a very good relationship with the acting director of the Auror office."

"Are you finished?" I asked angrily.

"It's over." He looked at me triumphantly, as if he was sure that I would fall into his arms in the next second. "Is there anything you want to tell me, Alice?"

"There are a few sentences." I annoyed and cast a loose spell on his hand that was holding me tightly, "The first sentence, you said you like me, but unfortunately I don't like you. I won't like it either; the second sentence, if you hold my hand like just now and don't let go, I will make you miss the time when you still had two hands; the third sentence, goodbye."

After speaking, I shook off his hand and walked into the castle in a rage, no longer interested in enjoying the sunshine.

In the evening, Hermione took me and Ginny to sit and chat, away from the three boys rushing homework.Ginny held Crookshanks in her arms and teased it with a small ball of wool, while Hermione seemed to have suddenly developed a strong interest in the stories on the late-night emotional radio station of Wizard 188--she complained about Peel a few days ago. It was annoying for Teal and Brown to hear this in the girls' dorm.

"Who's mad at you?" she asked me, turning to me after adjusting the crochet hook that was moving back and forth in front of her with her wand. "You've been puffy all the time at dinner."

"Malfoy?" Ginny asked, tilting her head.

"He hasn't talked to me for a long time." I briefly described what happened in the afternoon, and Ginny showed a disgusted expression.

"Tsk, McLaggen is a tall idiot," she said bluntly, "I don't want to admit that this is a Gryffindor, you should just cut off his fingers and feed them to the giants in the lake." Squid. Nothing special except a pretty face? He himself is like a nasty fly chasing pretty single girls one after another, what right does he have to say such a thing?"

"Did he chase you too?" Hermione asked Ginny. "Towards the end of term last year?"

"I gave him a bat spell that he will never forget." Ginny tossed her fiery red hair, and laughed disdainfully, "He will take a detour when he sees me now."

She cursed several times in one breath like a firework tube that had been cursed with automatic repetitions, and I felt a lot happier after hearing it.Around ten o'clock, Ginny yawned and said that she would go back to rest first. Hermione and I discussed the Vanishing Curse for a while. :11, Hermione finally couldn't bear it and walked over to them and asked them, "Have you finished your homework?"

"No." Ron replied angrily, I shook my head, this is not the right attitude to ask for help.

"Jupiter's largest satellite is Ganymede, you wrote Callisto." Hermione seemed not to care about it, she walked behind Ron to read his astronomy paper, I sat down and looked at Harry and Talus It's just a made-up dream record of divination class-dreams of being drowned in the flood three times a week are really tragic.

"Are you here to tell me?" Ron asked Hermione ferociously. "We've got our hands full—"

An owl fell on the window sill. I thought it was Vivienne, and immediately got up and walked over, but when I got closer, I realized that it was a long-eared owl that I had never seen before, standing there beautifully and dignifiedly looking at the house of us.

"Who knows this owl?" I asked. "He brought a letter."

"Hermes?" Hermione looked at Ron in surprise. "Percy's owl?"

"How did it bring me a letter?" Ron dropped his quill in surprise, I opened the window, it flew in and landed on Ron's paper, and flew away as soon as he unwrapped the letter .

Ron opened it and began to read, but the more he read, the more he frowned, and finally he made a disgusted expression.We circulated the letter, which first congratulated Ron on his election as a prefect, and then eloquently advised him to "choose the right path" and to draw a line with anyone close to Dumbledore. In particular, he hoped that he would not Get in touch with Harry and Neville again, count how Dumbledore has been discredited in the Ministry of Magic this summer and lost several reputations, and finally suggest to him to communicate with Umbridge, calling her a "cute" And easy-going" woman, and hinted that she was about to have more powers at Hogwarts.

"Lovely and easy-going?" I was the last to finish reading the letter. "What does your brother misunderstand about these two words? This woman she-"

"Ron." Harry interrupted me, trying to force a smile on his face, "what? If you wanted to - er, cut ties with me and Neville, we wouldn't blow up all of a sudden. It will hurt you, I can guarantee that."

"Letter to me." Ron snatched the paper full of words back from my hand, tore it in half, and then continued to tear it in four, "he is a man in the world." The stupidest - idiot - if I were daddy - I'd break off the hand with his name on the clock at home - and throw it in the trash."

He threw the scraps of paper into the fire, and the flames threw up a few small sparks, which quickly turned to ashes.

"There's no time to be angry about this kind of thing." He spread out the parchment in front of him with a sullen face, "We have to finish these things before dawn."

"Swear to 'I'll never leave my homework until the last day again'." Hermione smiled faintly, and looked at Ron with her arms folded.

"I won't put off my homework until the last day again." Ron blinked and held up three fingers.

"I don't really expect them to remember the lesson." Hermione pouted at me, but sat down anyway and started helping Ron with his astronomy paper.

"Can we get help if we swear?" Harry and Tallus looked at Hermione wistfully.

"I can't see so much homework." Hermione took Talus's homework and pouted at Harry, "Go find someone else to swear on."

"Just now I heard the witch crying from that radio station, saying that the oaths made by the wizard are all false, so just skip this step." I yawned and took Harry's paper. Because the rush seemed very rough, and he forgot to write a few points-and he might have misheard Professor Sinista in class, so he wrote that Europa was covered with rats.

"But what is it that Umbridge is about to have more power at Hogwarts?" Harry murmured, "Percy clearly knows something we don't."

"If it's at Hogwarts, we'll find out sooner or later," said Hermione, bowing her head as she revised her paper, "but I hate the feeling that she's making Hogwarts less like Hogwarts day by day. "