[HP] Hogwarts students

My Hogwarts study life has just begun.To my surprise, my preferences coincided with those of my father. I really fell in love with Charms and Transfiguration.

Apart from Ravenclaw students or Hermione, I can proudly say that I am the best student in these two subjects, and even the unsmiling Professor McGonagall will occasionally show me a satisfied smile .

As for my grades in other courses, I have always been mediocre. Astronomy, Herbalism and History of Magic are not very good, but they are still passable; Defense Against the Dark Arts and flying are starting to be a bit bad. You have to keep asking Hermione, or practice and study on your own to get a pass.

The disaster happened in Potions class, and I always had a hard time with this kind of rigid rules down to every movement, every minute, because I'm a hard-to-focus person.In the Potions class these few weeks, I was almost treated as a negative teaching material by Professor Snape. There were always ten minutes in each class, he stood behind me, watching me grind the daffodil root powder with trembling hands, process The slug, then spitting venom at me in his muffled voice.

"If Miss Morris has lost control of her fingers at a young age, then my suggestion is that you don't have to wave your wand foolishly in the future. Three points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

In Potions, the only people who got as much abuse as me were Neville and Harry.Neville and I have similar minor problems, always forgetting some important steps or not doing it well manually; while Harry is purely innocent, sometimes he does a good job, but he is always picked on by Professor Snape, Sometimes he didn't do as well as he could, and that was like stabbing a hornet's nest in, uh, Snape's Nest.

Whenever I watched Harry being targeted by Snape with lingering fear, I really wanted to punch Snape in the face. Several times I clenched and clenched my fists, but Hermione pulled him back severely .

Hermione didn't like me very much since I was often deducted points in Potions class. After all, I was not wronged like Harry.Every morning when we went to the hall for breakfast together, she would look back at me when she passed our college scoring hourglass, and she looked at me so ashamed that I didn't dare to act with her.

"She's really a bit mean, isn't she?" Lavender looked at me with pity. A few days ago, she interrupted Hermione's reading when she was chatting with Parvati in the dormitory. Not happy, "She puts too much emphasis on college points. I'm not saying that college points are not important, but she thinks college points are more important than friendship."

Parvati smiled and shook her head: "Forget it, give her some space. She pushes herself too hard, and it's only been a few weeks since school started!"

"Do you know that she went out last night?" Lavender came closer and whispered to us, "It's been a long, long time since bedtime, and I heard her come back from outside. Tell me, where did she go? ?”

I felt a little uncomfortable. This kind of sneaking suspicion behind Hermione's back is not enough for friends, so I interrupted their discussion: "Look at you, Lavender! You still talk about others, why are you so late? Didn't sleep? You won't be secretly reading that book again under the covers!"

Lavender blushed, she grabbed my arm, shook it and smiled: "No way, Kelly. Who asked you to bring that Muggle love novel so that I could be fascinated by it. But , there are many Muggle things in it that I don't know very well, so I have to ask you more."

Parvati was also laughing beside her. She knew that her good friend was a very poetic and romantic girl, so she picked up my airbag comb and stood behind Lavender and combed hers again and again. Curly hair: "Oh! My poor Princess Lavender! I am desperately longing for a prince from a foreign country to save her gloomy and peaceful life."

Lavender and I were both amused, hugged and laughed and fell on the bed, watching Parvati narrate the life of "Princess Lavender" with a strange accent.

"Squeak." With the sound of the door being pushed open, Hermione walked in.And Parvati suddenly stopped talking, Lavender also stopped smiling, and got up from me.Hermione glanced at us, ignored us, found a change of clothes from her locker, and went to take a shower.

The atmosphere between us became extremely awkward, and I tried to break the weird scene by saying, "Hermione, where did you just come from?"

"The library." Hermione said succinctly, and went out without saying goodbye to us.Parvati rolled his eyes, and Lavender pulled the corner of his mouth and got up with his parchment homework: "Kelly, I don't want to stay here anymore, will you go down and do homework with us?"

I shook my head and said, "No need, I'll go to the Owl Tower later and send a letter home." I stuffed the letter I sent home and the reading records for this week into an envelope, and in Parvati After leaving with Lavender, he also went out.

As I passed the common room, I saw Harry and Ron rushing in, and Ron knocked me to the ground like an eyeless pig.

"Ouch!" I yelled in pain as I leaned on the chair and fell to the ground. Harry and Ron quickly helped me up. Ron apologized to me with a red face full of guilt.I waved my hand, took a breath and asked them, "Forget it! It's okay, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Harry is going to see his new package!" said Ron excitedly, and he and Harry looked at each other, and Harry leaned closer to me and added, "It's a Nimbus 2000, Kelly. I want you to know that I was drafted to the team."

My eyes widened in surprise, and I screamed in disbelief: "Really?! But you're only in first grade, aren't you?"

"Shhhhhhh!" Harry put his mouth over my mouth eagerly, and we hid beside the stairs to communicate quietly, avoiding the eyes of others in the lounge.

"Do you remember when I was taken away by Professor McGonagall in the flying class?" Harry said a little proudly, "She said that my flying skills were not bad, so she let me participate in the team training. But this matter Don’t let other people know, not for now, I need to practice more!”

I nodded understandingly, happily agreed to their request for secrecy, and assured them again and again that no matter who it was, I couldn't tell.

I was still thinking about it on the way to the owl tower, I couldn't help being happy for Harry, but suddenly realized that I ignored him too much at the beginning of the school because of my new friends , I don't know many things, but his new friend-Ron knows it clearly.

"Maybe this is the difference between boys and girls. Boys should have a best boy friend." I comforted myself, but I still felt melancholy, and even the speed of climbing stairs slowed down.

"On your right! Kelly!" A clear boy's voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw that it was Dean Thomas, a Gryffindor freshman like me.He was a little taller than me, and ran up from me with easy steps, standing at the top of the building and looking at me with a smile.

I looked at him in surprise, and my slow pace picked up.To be honest, apart from Harry, I don’t usually have much communication with boys. The only friends I can count as friends are Neville and Ron, and the most recent friendship with Dean is discussing Muggle football with him when.

"Dean! Why didn't you come out of the lounge with me." I walked side by side with him in three or two steps, and he said, "I was going to the Owl Tower too, and I didn't see you until I came out."

"I'm going to tell my mother about our flying class. She's very curious about the wizard's class." Dean shook the thick envelope in his hand at me, and it seemed that he had written a lot.I can only embarrassingly hide my entire letter and reading records are not as good as his envelope.

We entered the owl tower and I whistled for my Claudia and the lovely taupe scops owl landed on my shoulder with a snort and I had a head rub with her and fed her She took a little of the fruit tart I left over from dinner.After watching her fly away from the window, I turned around to find Dean waiting for me leaning against the door: "Hey, you're done? Let's go back then."

"I thought you had already left." I was surprised to see him, after all, at the age of 11, few boys are so caring.But Dean just shrugged and led me back to the warm lounge from the dark heights of the old castle.

It was time to go to bed, and there were not many people in the lounge. Lavender and Parvati had already finished their homework and returned to the dormitory. Hermione sat on the desk in the corner and wrote quickly; There was a faint sound in the fireplace, and a smell of butter biscuits came from nowhere.

"Good night, Dean." I stared at Hermione's back absently, and Dean greeted me and went back to the dormitory.

I always want to find a chance to talk to Hermione, at least to resolve the conflict between us.But to be honest, it’s okay if it’s an ordinary conflict, but the deduction of points is really out of my control!

At this time, Hermione looked back as if she had noticed something, but I was so frightened that I immediately squatted down and hid behind the sofa. When I was thinking about how to speak, I didn't dare to talk to her.

Following her footsteps upstairs, I sighed and shuffled dejectedly to sit by the fireplace, the warmth of the fire shining on my face in a warm orange-red glow.After entering Hogwarts, my relationship with Harry is not as close as before, and my studies are not particularly good. I still dare not fly too high on a broomstick!It's a far cry from where I was in my old elementary school, and I'm missing Mom and Dad again.