[HP] Hogwarts students

Since Harry's impulsive speech that night, the atmosphere in Gryffindor has become more comfortable than ever.No one spread inexplicable and full of loopholes anymore rumors, but in front of our faces, very friendly chats and blessings.

The week before, Harry and I had to use the Marauder's Map to find a corner where no one was around so that we could be alone for a while; and as time went by, the heavy homework took up most of everyone's time, even if we sat on top of each other in the lounge No one cares about chatting together.

Among them, Hermione is under the greatest pressure. Because she has chosen all the courses, she can only sit in a corner of the lounge every night. The tables in front of her are all spread out with textbooks, arithmetic and divination charts, rune dictionaries, Muggle dictionaries, etc. There are diagrams of moving heavy objects, and there are dense notes one after another.

Lupine has also reduced the frequency of giving us private lessons recently. His face is getting weaker and uglier every day. Sometimes I see Lupine and Hermione walking together with the same tired look. I wonder if they are secretly Are you practicing harder?

Gryffindor beat Hufflepuff in the first match, and Slytherin beat Ravenclaw in the second match, which means Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw have one more promotion game.In order to master the Quidditch tactics of several other colleges, Wood increased the number of team training like crazy to five times a week, while poor Harry had to juggle homework, defensive practice and Quidditch training three times. kind of life.

In addition to attending Lupin's defense class every Friday night, I also regularly visit Flitwick and Professor McGonagall. This is a habit I have developed since the first grade. In order to pick up the class that I fainted in the second grade, I spent a lot of effort.

"Your physical fitness is very good!" Professor Flitwick praised, "You must know that during a duel, agility can greatly increase the chances of victory!"

Professor McGonagall is not as cold and serious as in class, and when I managed to turn the pen holder on her desk into a purring miniature pig, her expression was very soft: "Well done, Morris! But before you leave, you have to learn how to change it back, I don't want to reach into the pig's stomach to get a woolen pen from now on."

Ahhh--this is a difficult problem, because I obviously couldn't make the piggy return to the pen holder because I was so overwhelmed that I stayed late in Professor McGonagall's office that night. Ken help me.And when it was almost time to go to bed, I was sweating profusely before transforming the little pig that pulled out a string of dung back.

Facing Professor McGonagall's majestic eyes, I timidly picked up the excrement with a handkerchief, and tidied up her desk with "clean up" before leaving the office.

"Look! There's an unruly student here!" When I got to the top of the stairs, Peeves suddenly appeared in front of me—within an inch from me, "Don't sleep at night— Wandering outside—”

"Go away, Peeves," I said wearily. "It's not bedtime yet, not the time."

He was very dissatisfied with my bland performance, and deliberately made disturbing screams, ran around in the corridor, flew around my head, and tried to scare me, and grabbed my nose with his hands: "Grab me!" Your nose!"

"Oh my God." I had to open my mouth to breathe, frowning and said patiently, "I'm too tired today, can I play with you tomorrow?"

"What's that?" Peeves didn't pay attention to my words, he caught sight of the handkerchief in my hand and snatched it away with a snap.

"Wait—" I was horrified to find that the pig dung that I was about to throw away was gone, and Peeves was flying higher and higher with it, "Don't open that!"

Almost instantly, Peeves threw away my handkerchief without any patience, and the black and hard feces in it flew in the air with his movements. I screamed and hid under a pedestal where the vase was placed, and watched Watching the "shit" fall from the sky, falling on the ground like rain.

"Ah!" A familiar voice sounded from the bottom of the stairs, and Peeves was scared away by the bloody Barrow passing by at the end of the corridor, leaving only the messy feces and the victim who was hit by it. .

I cautiously grabbed the pedestal and looked out, a pale golden head appeared at the stairs following the movement of going upstairs—it was Malfoy!He shook his head angrily, trying to shake the dung off his hair and shoulders, and beside him stood Crabbe and Goyle, both of whose heads were also covered in black dung.

"Who is it!" Malfoy yelled in despair, "I must tell Professor Snape!"

"Looks like Peeves," Crabbe said foolishly, as he kept reaching out to wipe Malfoy, dropping all his own feces on him.

"What is this? A new dung egg?" Malfoy pushed Crabbe away angrily, refusing to let the two of them get closer to him, "Don't talk about this matter!"

"This thing..." I actually saw hesitation and embarrassment from Gore's face, "It seems to be ordinary dung."

Malfoy's face turned green.

I almost laughed wildly and ran back to the living room. My arrogant laughter echoed in the whole corridor. I couldn't stop laughing until I climbed into the living room. In the end, I could only laugh in the astonished eyes of Harry and Ron. fell to the ground.

"...Her, where is Hermione going..." I laughed out of breath, pulled up by Harry and fell into his arms.

"She's back in the dorm," said Ron impatiently. "—I'd say I'd be pretty impressed if someone showed me a paper they'd written. She'd be nice—"

"Don't talk about that first!" I said reluctantly, holding back a smile, "You will never believe what happened to me on the way back..."

A minute later, hysterical laughter erupted in the living room. Ron rolled down on the carpet with his face flushed from laughter. Harry also laughed so hard that he had to hold the back of the chair to avoid falling over.

"This is the best thing that's happened to me this week!" Ron announced loudly, laughing. "It's a pity we weren't around at the time. Why didn't you leave a few words to humiliate him?"

"I forgot!" I exclaimed, "I just wanted to hurry back and tell you guys, and I was laughing so hard I couldn't speak, but I'm sure they all heard me laughing."

"Will he tell Snape about this?" Harry frowned.

"It's up to him! If he wants to say it, let's say it. Anyway, I'm not the one with the dung on his head." I said with a smile, "What's more, I didn't throw the dung at him on purpose, it was the poop. Skin ghost!"

Snape tracked me down before the story of Malfoy's shit-head got out.We had just finished class that day, and were planning to get some food to write a thesis in the courtyard. Parvati prepared a clean plaid cloth, and Lavender took the initiative to grab Hermione: "Let's go! Where is homework not writing? Why don’t you go under the tree and relax a bit.”

In such a relaxed and warm moment, Snape walked quickly towards us from the end of the corridor, his black robes swishing and his face somber, as if he brought a boundless cloud and rain.

"Miss Morris, come with me." He said, then he took off his black robe and walked ahead, waiting for me to follow.

I said goodbye to the worried girls and trotted after Snape disapprovingly.On the steps leading to the dungeon, a few passing Slytherin girls strutted past me.

It wasn't my first time in his office, but walking in still gave me goosebumps as always.In the eerie room, there are many scraps of materials, and the candlelight flickers coldly, which does not bring me any warmth at all.

I habitually sat near the console, while Snape was still standing. He turned his head and stared at me with cold eyes: "A few days ago, classmate Malfoy reported something to me."

I looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

"Last Thursday night, when he, Crabbe, and Goyle were going back to the common room, someone ambushed them at the foot of the stairs and threw a bucket of sludge at them."

Except for the time and the number of people, not a single detail is correct.I puffed out my chest more confidently and stared into his eyes.

"Before they left, they found a handkerchief on the ground."

My complexion changed a little, and my eyes began to drift.Snape seemed to have caught my mistake, looked at me closely with those oppressive eyes, and said softly: "The lower right corner of the handkerchief is embroidered with Kelly M."

"Who do you think Kelly M is?"

"I don't know, Professor." I said obediently, "Kelly Macdonald, Kelly Macmillan, Kelly Mallory... Maybe there are people with this name in other colleges, why don't you ask they?"

A terrible smile appeared on Snape's face, and he sneered, "Not bad attempt, Morris. It's a pity that Kelly M was still wandering in the corridor at that time—only you."

"But I can't carry the so-called 'bucket of sludge' through the corridor." I blinked slyly, "The prefects, professors, Filch will all see me, how can I explain my Carrying 'a whole bucket of sludge'?"

"Maybe I accidentally left the handkerchief there in the morning, and Malfoy and the others just happened to see it at night."

Snape picked up the handkerchief from his desk, spread it out with two fingers, pointed to the black poop spot on it and said, "If your handkerchief had been left in the corner long ago, then this What is it? The stain is wrapped inside the handkerchief."

"I don't know, Professor." I tried my best to look innocent, and asked back in amazement with my eyes wide open, "I know fewer facts than this stain."

I don't know how long it took, but Snape still couldn't pry a little bit out of my teeth, and he gave me a vicious warning before kicking me out of the office.I walked down the basement floor with great ease, but I didn't expect Malfoy and his little follower to be waiting at the stairs.

"It doesn't feel good to deduct points, does it?" In the dim light, Malfoy's pale blond hair and his pale face stood out, and a malicious smile broke out on his face, "After dating Potter, Your brain is like a sticky mess, no wonder you often lose consciousness."

"It's better than someone with shit on their heads." I sneered, and pointed my wand out of my skirt's lining pocket. "Go away, I can smell your stink!"

Crabbe and Goyle stood up at the same time and stood in front of Malfoy, while he hid behind two tall and strong followers, still complacently said: "Wait until the final day, you will see Potter being knocked off the broom— —losing the Snitch and the Championship—and you're just crying after him like a piece of shit, aren't you?"

I'm starting to get annoyed, and Malfoy's stinky mouth makes me wonder - did he eat shit in his mouth at all?I waved my wand casually, and a flash of lightning rushed towards them with a roar, and Malfoy stopped talking and screamed in horror.

And before his screams disappeared, an invisible barrier suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking my attack.I froze, and Malfoy also froze in place as if he had been strangled. Snape's cold voice came from behind me.

"Attacking classmates wantonly, and hanging out outside the lounge during the break, Gryffindor will deduct 20 points."