HP Hermione's Phoenix

Hogwarts, the square, the Black Lake, and the big tree.

The temperature today is below 10°C.

Today's weather, cloudy to overcast.

Low air pressure today.

The Godfather of Big Dog stands on the left, staring wide-eyed.Uncle Regulus is standing on the right, holding a small black umbrella, handsome, glamorous and noble.

Immediately, the surroundings were filled with people, and basically everyone held their terminals——

Vicious, vicious... Harry turned his head helplessly and whispered to Draco, "If there is a fight, I will go up and throw my godfather down first, and then you hug your uncle's waist. That's the decision. Don't Don't let them touch it."

Draco gave him a determined look back.

"So, brother still doesn't agree with me coming to Hogwarts?" Regulus spoke first.His voice was so cool and pleasant, many girls screamed in a low voice.

"You're just messing around!" Sirius glared at him, "Don't you care about the family affairs at all?!"

"In the past few decades, I have been eager to take on the responsibility of the family and let my brother return to the family. However, my brother has always been farther and farther away from me. In the end, I lost my brother and Black." Regu Les gray eyes looked at him calmly, "After sleeping for many years, I finally understand this truth. I don't want to catch everything anymore."

"So you're with me—asshole!" Sirius snarled.

"So far I don't want to admit me, and I don't want to admit the fact that I am Black, which made my mother cry. Who is the bastard?"

"I don't want to tell you this! Mother to me - what do you know!" Sirius was furious.

"Is brother planning to run away from me again?" Regulus took a step forward instead, arousing everyone's exclamation: "Or is brother running away from everything in the past? When you see me, you see your mother, you see Father, I have seen the pressure and expectations of the whole family on you—are you escaping from being the eldest son?"

Sirius turned blue with anger.He looked at his 20-year-old brother, looked at his clear eyes, and thought sadly and angrily in his heart that he was still the same after sleeping for more than ten years, but I was really wasted——

"Then are you going to be the same as when you were a child again?!" He couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Chasing me, pestering me—so come to Hogwarts?"

The crowd heard a burst of tsk tsk, and the sound of ding ding during the live broadcast continued...

Harry and Draco looked at each other, at this moment they didn't dare to vent their anger and didn't know how to persuade them, they were so anxious that they stomped their feet...

However, as soon as these words came out, Regulus just tilted his head calmly.

The corners of his very haughty eyebrows raised slightly, making Harry suddenly think of Mr. Darcy in the selection of "Pride and Prejudice" in the elementary school textbook——

"On the contrary, brother. I love Hogwarts, and I didn't come after you just to make you face me and admit me - a Black man doesn't really follow anything. I got a new life here .”

He speaks elegantly and speaks clearly.

Sirius snorted.He thought of how his parents and uncle followed that person, for the so-called pure blood glory...

"Hogwarts is fine." Regulus said, staring at him, "although I do wish you could face me. But I prefer me as a teacher to family affairs. I like students very much, students He likes me too."

Sirius snorted, "Is that so?"

Regulus turned his head calmly, and casually circled the little black umbrella in his hand: "Do you like me?"

"Like—!" All the girls answered in unison.

Sirius suddenly vomited in his throat...

"I see. It seems that my brother is still the same as when he was studying, refusing to recognize my grades." Regulus' eyes sank for a moment.

Sirius himself was a little stunned.He didn't realize that all of a sudden, Regulus became so popular... Yes, in fact, his younger brother was also very popular when he was studying. The traditional image of a Slytherin prince... At that time, my younger brother was also a Seeker, but I always thought that James was the best, and I always laughed at my younger brother as a brat when I was with my friends——

"I see." Regulus looked into his eyes and said clearly, "Why don't we make a bet."

"What's the bet?" Sirius felt fooled as soon as he finished speaking.He just couldn't help but answer like this...

"Oh, Sirius, Regulus!" Professor McGonagall passed through the crowd, looked over with a frown, and said with a serious expression: "What are you doing! There are so many students—what are you all looking at! Hurry up and go to class!"

Immediately someone answered her loudly: "Professor, there is still an hour until the first class in the afternoon!"

Professor McGonagall stared at them helplessly.

However, Regulus said without changing his face: "This is better, please ask Professor McGonagall to be a witness—for our brothers, and for the fact that we have hated each other for so many years—"

There were exclamations and screams all around.

"What's the bet?" Sirius clenched his fists and grinned.

Regulus looked at his brother's dog-like expression from time to time—probably he had been wandering as a dog for too long, and the Animagus would actually hurt wizards by keeping his transformation for too long—he felt a little sympathetic , sighed inaudibly: "Just bet on our performance at Hogwarts."

"Huh?" Sirius looked at him suspiciously.

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, too.How do you bet on this?

I saw Regulus took out his own terminal, put it flat on his hand, and said in a flat voice:

"Let's use Xiaonei's evaluation as the final criterion. Now that there is such a function as a referendum, the time is about three weeks from today to the eve of the Christmas ball. The content of the vote is who is more popular, my brother or me. The object of the vote , all the teachers and students in Hogwarts."

The crowd was stunned for a second, and then immediately realized what it was, and they took out their terminals and cheered——

Professor McGonagall stared at them and said dissatisfiedly: "You are messing around! How can teachers' performance be judged so casually!"

Regulus looked at her calmly: "Isn't it the fairest way for all the teachers and students to decide? —— Now that the voting has been opened, I wonder who Professor McGonagall will support?"

McGonagall vomited blood, these two students she watched growing up were simply too worrying—"Severus! You came just in time, please persuade them!"

Both Harry and Draco were taken aback for a moment. At some point, the black-robed Snake King strode across the crowd with a terminal in his hand.

The black robe surged, and the air pressure dropped by another level...

"It's a good gamble." Snape showed a smug smile, looking at the two brothers noblely: "As the head of Slytherin, I'm very glad that I can support the teachers who were born in Slytherin. "

After finishing speaking, he was afraid that the world would be in chaos, and he turned on the terminal in his hand, and it had already displayed [Regulus 1 vote] [Sirius 0 vote]...

The masses suddenly realized that this is still a factional struggle.The friends who experienced the family night of the four colleges last night all looked at the screen hesitantly...

Professor McGonagall was simply annoyed: "Severus! How could you do this!"

Looking at these three former students who were entangled in grievances, she felt more sincerely that she was getting old.

However, Sirius gritted his teeth and looked at his younger brother and former mortal enemy, and blurted out: "Very good - I will fight! If you lose, what will happen?"

Without even thinking about it, Regulus said decisively: "If I lose, I will withdraw from Hogwarts and my brother's sight. I will never force you to go home, nor will I ask you to bear the responsibility of the eldest son. I will never take the initiative." appear before you."

He spoke so utterly that many girls took a step back in shock, shouting, "No, Mr. Regulus—"

Regulus, however, smiled brightly at them.Under the shade of the trees shrouded in clouds, this smile seemed to lift the clouds and see the sun, which made people's hearts sway.

"However, if my brother loses, it doesn't have to be like this." He stared closely at Sirius, "If I win, I just hope that my brother can face me seriously and have a good talk with me."

Speaking of this, both Harry and Draco felt sore in their hearts.No matter what happened back then, at this point, everything should be over—Harry sighed inwardly, and couldn't help but sided with Regulus.

"Okay! Just bet!" Sirius said angrily, "I'm afraid you won't succeed—"

"Crack. Crack. Crack." However, Snape was at the side, with a sinister smile, and abruptly clapped his palms three times.

He walked up to Sirius, and said maliciously and provocatively, "Such an unequal bet, would the noble young master of the Black family be willing to accept it? It's unbelievable."

The hearts of all present were suspended.Professor McGonagall looked at him even more disapprovingly: "Severus!—"

Sirius looked at him alertly and uncomfortably - after many years, he was so close to Snape for the first time, he had changed a lot, he had changed a lot, the little viper's head didn't even feel greasy...

"So what do you want?" Sirius said angrily.

"I suggest adding a chip." Snape glanced at everyone, then looked back at Regulus, his smile couldn't be concealed: "Since the voting deadline is just before the Christmas ball..."

Regulus' heart moved, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

"...Then it's just right, if one of them loses, just willingly put on women's clothes and become the other's partner," Snape said.

The onlookers couldn't hold back anymore, they all covered their hearts and screamed!

——"My God, Professor Snape is so lost!"

——"Heavy taste! I like it!"

——"Whoever wants women's clothing is looking forward to it!"

——"Asshole! What about your morals!" ——This is the voice of Professor McGonagall.

"You!" Sirius pointed at Snape angrily.

"What? Is the young master of the Black family afraid?" Snape looked at him mockingly.

Sirius stared at him deeply.He knew very well that Snape was insulting himself.He himself and James had publicly humiliated Snape in the strongest possible way, and now, after many years, he was coming back with revenge—

"The noble young master of the Black family doesn't think it's as simple as just putting on women's clothes and dancing?" Snape looked at him cunningly, took out a small bottle gloomyly, and displayed it in front of everyone.

The little bottle shines brightly.The black-robed Snake King said in the most pleasant voice: "This is a new type of potion, which has only been on the market for the past two years. Maybe some of you have seen it in the drugstore. The genius witch, the inventor of the All-European Magical Network and its terminals, Miss Hermione Granger developed—"

"I'll wipe!" Hermione finally stopped drawing the magic circle in the terminal room, and looked at the big live broadcast screen in front of her speechlessly: "Go back to Nao, why did you mention me at the scene of the quarrel—"

Hogwarts, Roast Chicken, Hai Erbo, Peeves, and the silver-red krait all squatted in front of the live broadcast and watched with relish: "But it was indeed invented by you."

Hermione rolled her eyes: "I accidentally made it for the permanent Polyjuice Potion, that's not the purpose... They are so naive—"

"...it will give the user an extremely clear and intense experience. That experience will definitely be unforgettable for a lifetime." Snape said clearly, "The essence of this transformation potion lies in its delicate quality. The experience it brings to the user may even be greater than the changes in the eyes of others...However, this is indeed a real transformation potion, as long as a tablespoon, it can last for a full 24 hours."

Sirius glared at him.Seeing him approaching him, he said word by word, oppressively: "Since you want to act like a woman and dance in public, why don't you dare to be real?"

Sirius sneered instead: "Snotling, after so many years, you are still as vicious as you were back then—are you so sure that I will lose?"

Snape stepped back proudly: "So you've accepted the gamble?"

"Just bet! Whoever is afraid of whom!" Sirius said desperately.

Snape turned his head triumphantly, nodded to the thoughtful Regulus, and strode away amidst the uproar of the crowd.

Hermione couldn't work anymore.She put down the magic circle in her hand, and said with black lines all over her head, "Aren't they...too nonsense?"

The silver-red krait quickly started to swipe the terminal, and was the first one to read: "#黑克兄弟竞形# on Xiaonei.com has become the number one hot spot on the home page, and more than 5 new entries have been added in 300 minutes about the results of the game. Added more than 100 pieces of content about brain-filling the effect of the Black Brothers women's clothing, ah, someone just sent out a sketch rendering-according to the style of painting, although he is anonymous, I guess it is Dean Thomas-about #Hermione They actually researched such an evil potion# and #飞普教育太失# with more than 200 pieces of content in an instant..."

Roasted Chicken chuckled and glanced at Hermione: "This is all caused by the master's evil heart! What is really lost is...hehehehe!"

Hermione was... speechless...

Hogwarts walked up to her with a smile, but pulled away the chair, sat on it, and poured himself a cup of black tea.

Hermione looked at him, thinking that two years ago he was only about the size of a small wooden doll, and only reached her waist when standing on the table, she couldn't help but sigh.

"Hermione, Hermione." Hogwarts raised his innocent and funny eyes: "Speaking of the Yule Ball, you are also a warrior, you want to dance!"

"Oh……"

"Have you decided who to invite as your dance partner?" Hogwarts asked her with a smile.

"Oh, I haven't thought about it yet."

"Think about it now."

Hermione raised her chin, thoughtful: "Well... if you want to dance, Fred and George are fine."

Hogwarts immediately looked at her depressedly: "Why twins? Besides, are they two? You can only have one dance partner! One!"

Hermione laughed, "So isn't that interesting? If everyone else only takes one partner, I can take two and it's exactly the same—"

"Hey, let's be serious!"

"In terms of getting along, the twins are really good." Hermione replied, "They are very good at playing, and they are very suitable for dancing. Moreover, since I came to this world, the happiest person I get along with is Fred George..."

Hogwarts didn't know what to think of, and couldn't help pursing his mouth.

"Fine," it went on, "but you can't have Fred and George anyway."

Hermione couldn't help looking at it: "Why?"

"Anyway, it's not good! Two partners are too outrageous!"

"Okay - I'm just talking anyway..." Hermione spread her hands.

"Then, let's not talk about character!" Hogwarts rolled his eyes, "Looks! Just talk about looks! Who do you want to dance with more like?"

"Well..." said Hermione thoughtfully, "Actually, white people are pretty much the same... but I like black hair and black eyes."

After she finished her sentence, Roast Chicken suddenly let out a chuckle.

Hogwarts and the other two snakes looked at each other at the same time, what a joke!

However, the roast chicken's laughter was a little inexplicable, and they didn't notice it.

"What kind of black hair and black eyes do you want?" Hogwarts blinked at her.

"That's the requirement for looks, right?" she replied, "Because I haven't had black hair and black eyes in my life... For the rest, I hope that my dance partner can be brave and straightforward, with a clear mind and a clear mind."

"Wow!" Except for the roast chicken, everyone in the room let out a strange smile.

"Why are you so excited? The dance is still a month away." Hermione shook her head, looked at them with some amusement, and walked out of the terminal room.

She walked down the stairs slowly, still thinking about the new magic circle sequence in her mind-retreating for days, either taking a bath or facing the cumbersome magic circle, she finally decided to go for a walk...

However, just as she went down to the sixth floor, someone suddenly flew in front of her.

Viktor Krum jumped off the Firebolt.With the broom in one hand and the terminal in the other, he stared at her and said, "I finally found you."

Hermione looked at him, and he said mockingly, "I'm taking a great risk—I came as soon as I got your bearings. Flying is not allowed in the castle stairwell, but it's faster this way."

"Oh..." Hermione was a little surprised, looked at his terminal, and recalled that she had actually set up to hide her location—but her location was open to her friends—

"Do you have something to do with me?" She remembered, and suddenly took out her terminal again: "It happens that I have something to do with you - look at this, a new Quidditch game application I made - I am not very Knowing about Quidditch, you just help me evaluate the user experience and see if there is any need to change the level settings..."

Krum looked at her, nodded, but didn't answer.

His deep eye circles remained silent, and finally he said, "I'm leaving...Hermione."

"Huh?" Hermione was taken aback.

"I'm leaving soon..." he explained. "It's going to be, this year, the Golden Globes... I'm going to leave school for a while... all the players will be going..."

"Oh..." Hermione nodded.

Krum looked at her unmoved—or didn't understand her expression at all. He used to feel that getting along with her was easy and pleasant because of this, but today he felt sour for the first time.

She really doesn't understand, she doesn't understand the pain, happiness and long-term hesitation in her career...

"In the second half of the year... I took a break. For... the Triwizard Tournament... everyone said I would win the Golden Globe, but I knew it myself, in fact..."

"Oh, come on."

Hermione looked at him puzzled.For some reason he seemed particularly depressed.This made her encouraged: "Don't worry, you should win the award, right?"

Krum cheered up immediately, and turned his head to look at her deeply: "Thank you... If I get the trophy, I will—"

He suddenly didn't say any more, but ran straight down the steps, looked up at her, and shouted persistently, "Hermione!"

"...Huh?" Hermione was taken aback.

"The Christmas ball is coming, would you like to be my dance partner?"

The Bulgarian teenager stood at the bottom of the long stairs, looking up at her as if proposing marriage.At this moment, the gloomy light outside hit him through the window. Standing in the fortified ancient castle was a tall boy who was also somewhat fortified. He was already so gloomy, but at this moment he was so sincere and touching, with black hair Dark eyes and dark circles are glowing.

At the same time, Neville was holding the terminal, shaking it constantly, confirming Hermione's geographical position - he climbed to the corner of the fifth floor panting, looked up, and saw the small spot where Hermione came downstairs, just about to take a rest for a while...

He suddenly heard that sentence, and his face instantly turned pale.

On a step higher than him.On the steps that arrived sooner than he did.With a thick tongue roll, the youngest and greatest star in Europe asked calmly: "Hermione, would you like to be my dance partner?"

—Would you like to be my dance partner...

The author has something to say: Guess who is who’s dance partner o(>﹏<)o Anyway, let’s talk about how passionate and minced meat will be at the dance