[HP] Hogwarts students

"I'm sorry." I stared at Hermione dumbfounded, like seeing a five-legged monster dressed up, "Who are you talking about?"

"Jason Armstrong." Hermione said again with certainty, she looked very conscious and normal except for her flushed cheeks and blurred eyes, even though she kept saying unconscious words, "That's the boy in your picture , isn't he charming?"

I choked in my chest and didn't get up. I subconsciously looked around and tried to find other people, but after no avail, I could only rack my brains and ask, "Why? Hermione, you...why?", "How shiny he looks ! And you also said that his father is from Caltech, so he must be a very smart genius." This answer is a bit like Hermione's style, but it doesn't seem to match at all, and I am completely confused.

Suddenly, I noticed the wrapping paper tightly clutched in her hand: "What is that?"

Hermione glanced down, and stretched out her hand to unfold it: "A piece of candy wrapping paper, what's the problem? Why don't you call your aunt for me and ask for Jason's contact information."

The crumpled fuchsia wrapping paper came into my eyes, and it was like a lightning bolt splitting my brain.I jumped up from the sofa, hurriedly grabbed the satchel hanging on the side and began to search, lipstick, magic wand, wallet... Sure enough, the piece of chocolate I threw into the forgotten place was gone!

I grabbed the wrapped wrapping paper and sniffed it on the tip of my nose. A rich chocolate smell mixed with the faint smell of sun-baked turf rushed straight into my nose, and also mixed with some creamy sweetness.

"Hermione! Listen to me," I grabbed her arms nervously, she had already started writing to that damned Jason, "You've got a potion, it's a love potion! Calm down, I Go find Sirius."

"Nonsense!" Hermione yelled petulantly, her cheeks blushing ever so slightly from anger, "how can you question my love for him?"

"What love?" The most unfortunate thing happened. Just as Hermione finished speaking, two boys just walked in from the dining room. Ron held two white radishes in his hand and looked at us with strange eyes.

Seeing that Hermione was about to confess her love in public again, I immediately covered her mouth in fright: "It's nothing! Where is Sirius? I need him!"

"He...he's in the kitchen." Harry also looked at us with the same steadiness, he was a little upset, and I would have asked him directly under normal circumstances, but now is not the time.

I pulled Hermione straight to the kitchen, and when I passed them, I stopped them from blocking us with an awkward smile.Hermione kept struggling, and I had to struggle to control her movements. She was calling Jason in a vague voice all the way, and her hands and feet were shaking.

"What's the matter?" Sirius was in the kitchen, cutting meat with his back to us.The pieces of meat on the chopping board were cut into pieces by him, and he didn't know what to cook.

Hearing the sound of us coming in, he turned his head and looked at us in surprise. "What's wrong with Hermione?"

I closed the kitchen door, blocking the way for the two boys to come in, and then released Hermione.

"Why did you bring me into the kitchen? I'm still writing love letters!" Hermione muttered dissatisfied.

"Love letter?" Sirius' expression became even more confused. I quickly waved my hand and explained to him: "That's not the case! Hermione has been poisoned by the love potion, can you help us? Can you buy some antidote or something?"

It was only at this point that I began to hate my Potions results for not being good enough.

Hearing this, he finally became serious. After putting down the knife in his hand, he looked around Hermione: "Isn't it some expired medicine? This stuff is more effective the longer it's aged."

"I... I don't know." I murmured, feeling guilty that Hermione had saved me from a disaster and I couldn't do anything about it.

"I'll take her to St. Mungo's to buy medicine now." Sirius washed his hands, stepped forward and grabbed Hermione who was trying to escape, "Come on, I'll take you to see him."

"Who are you seeing?" Hermione asked confusedly.

"Meet...Jeremy?"

"Who is that?"

"It's Jason!" I yelled brokenly, while Hermione was holding on to the door frame and refused to leave: "Impossible, he's in America! You lied to me."

I've never hated Hermione's intelligence so much as I do today.

"There is a way. We can go to the Magic Congress in the United States through a secret passage." Unexpectedly, Sirius was very patient, and he said while gently grabbing Hermione's arm.

"Really?" Hermione believed it, she slowly let go of her hands, followed him out step by step, and didn't care about the puzzled eyes of Ron and Harry, "But I'm not here I have never seen such a message in any book..."

Watching Sirius dragging Hermione away, Ron wanted to follow impatiently, but I stopped him: "Don't go." I smiled palely, "Hermione is a little uncomfortable, he took her to St. Ge."

"Then why can't we go?" asked Harry, who was also worried about Hermione's condition.

"Because...it's not very serious, she will be fine after taking the medicine." I avoided his eyes, and I still didn't plan to tell them about it without Hermione's own consent, "Sirius asked us Do the preparations before ordering, and wait for him to come back."

Whether they really believed my story or not, the three of us ended up in the kitchen washing vegetables and chopping meat.

Harry often cooks at the Dursleys' house, so he cooks some simple dishes first; Ron can only wash vegetables and mix salads, and is assigned to struggle with a large basket of vegetables by the sink; and my manual skills Not bad, it is very simple to cut meat and vegetables of similar thickness.

"What, haven't they come back yet?" Ron has already mixed a large bowl of salad, and in my opinion, he just sprinkled some dressing and extra mayonnaise in it.

Harry shook his head. He was turning veal steaks in the frying pan with such professionalism that one wondered if he was a real chef.And I was cutting tomatoes absently, one by one: "It may be that St. Mungo's has too many patients today...it's not their turn yet..."

"Why can't you tell us the real reason?" Ron's tone was weird. "It can't be related to the so-called 'love'."

Harry had just put the steak on his plate when he followed Ron and turned to look at me.

Facing the eyes of the two of them, I couldn't hide anything, and the speed of slicing the kitchen knife in my hand became faster: "When Hermione comes back, if she wants to say something, I'll tell you, okay?"

Between lightning and flint, the sharp tip of the knife directly cut into my index finger.Seeing the gurgling blood flowing from my fingertips, I didn't feel any pain, but just stared blankly at the wound.

"Oh my God!" Harry yelled, dropping the frying pan and rushing over. "Come with me, I'll get you the parsley."

I don't know if it was a delayed reaction, but it wasn't until Harry pulled me out of the kitchen that I felt a heart-piercing pain from my fingertips.I took a deep breath, and my breathing became rapid: "Oh my God!"

Harry nervously rummaged through the closet. He rummaged through several cabinets before finding where the medicine was stored.He took out a small bottle of white fresh essence in green crystal, and carefully poured it up while holding my finger.

"It will hurt a little..." Harry whispered, glaring at me out of the corner of his eye while controlling the amount of essence used, as soon as the drop of potion touched the bloody cut, it immediately took effect, and followed There was also a billowing green smoke and the pain and itching of the wound closing.

"Hiss!" I took a breath, frowning tightly.And Harry immediately closed the lid and put it aside: "What can't you tell us directly, don't hold a knife while thinking about secrets."

Oh no, the guilt came again.It was as if a large, heavy stone had been stuffed into my stomach, and any movement would irritate my internal organs, making me want to vomit something.

Like the secret of the love potion.

But I can't.I gave Harry a guilty look, and he understood what I meant, so he shook his head and sighed.

"We're back!" There was a slight pop at the front door, and Sirius and Hermione Apparated back through the doorway.He opened the door and walked in, followed by a slumped Hermione.

"It's a good thing it wasn't stored for many years... just too much." Sirius shook his head and said, taking Hermione to rest in the armchair.

"Hermione!" I rushed forward in great surprise, and hugged her directly regardless of the blood on my hands, "How are you? Are you okay?...Do you still love him now?" I quietly Ask her for the last word.

Hermione's face suddenly became ugly, as if someone threw dung on her: "Oh my god! Of course not! What happened to your hand?" She noticed the wet blood on my hand and anxiously Hold my hand anxiously and ask.

"It's nothing, a little accident in the kitchen." I shook my fingers indifferently, and apologized to her in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Hermione. I should have thrown away the chocolate long ago, but I forgot... It turned out that You suffer in my place."

"Oh no, I'm glad I ate the chocolate instead of you." Hermione frowned and said, "Think about how dangerous it would be if you ate that piece of chocolate! Besides, the love potion Potion, it doesn't even appear in Hogwarts senior textbooks, and that Jason is an ordinary person, how could he..."

My face changed, and Hermione's question just brought out the incredible part of the whole incident.Aunt Wendy's neighbor Jason Armstrong is probably American Wizard!At first, I was confused by Caltech's reputation and made a wrong judgment.

And does Aunt Wendy know about this?

"Hello, Hermione." Ron came suddenly from the living room, holding a piece of parchment between his fingers. "Are you all right—who is Jason?"