[HP] Hogwarts students

On Thursday afternoon, our long-awaited Defense Against the Dark Arts class finally arrived.Professor Moody is still so scary, I can't help shivering every time he passes me-is it just because of his appearance?But I never feel afraid and conflicted because of other people's appearance.

This class is as serious and astonishing as the gray-black ribbon on my head, and perhaps the color of the ribbon I picked at random this morning is just to send the poor spider off.Professor Moody cruelly used practice to prove the power of the three unforgivable curses, the Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse and the Killing Curse.

The Cruciatus Curse ignited the fear and memories in Neville Longbottom's heart. His heroic parents were overused by the Death Eaters and are still delirious in St. Mungo's Hospital; Professor Dee drew Harry, which attracted unnecessary glances and discussions.

"It's not good," he said calmly. "It's very unpleasant. And there's no cure for it. There's no way to resist it. As far as anyone knows, there's only one person who's escaped the spell, and he's sitting before me right now."

Harry's eyes were fixed, staring at the blackboard, but his fists were tightly clenched under the desk.I opened his fingers one by one, and gently stroked the crescent-shaped fingerprints in his palm, in exchange for his calm look.

"Are you feeling alright?" I asked with some concern when we had finished eating and we were alone. "Are you remembering—"

"I'm great," said Harry reluctantly. "The professor's doing a good job, isn't he?"

"He does look kind of crazy, you know, his nickname is 'Mad-Eye.'"

"—At least I'm starting to learn how to defend against these spells now." He shrugged, "Will you go back to the lounge later? I haven't finished my homework for the divination class."

"Oh... I have already given up the divination class." I said awkwardly, "I am not as talented as Parvati and Lavender, not to mention the ancient runes have already taken up a lot of my time."

"You and Hermione made a wise decision." Harry was a little distressed, "but the other courses have been developed for a long time, and we must not keep up with the progress of choosing again now."

"Then there's no other way." I said with a smirk, "Hermione and I have an appointment to meet in the library, we'll talk later, bye!"

Harry looked left and right very cautiously, and then he took the initiative to come closer and kiss my cheek.It seems that being smashed by Professor McGonagall during the last kiss has become a psychological shadow for him.

"See you later, babe, babe," Harry stammered, turning and running up the moving stairs.

"—what did you call me?! Hey, come back—"

Under the abundant and fresh noon sun, I hurriedly grabbed the materials and rushed to the library. Hermione had been sitting in it for a long time. The golden light beam came in from the window and hit her brown curly hair. She was frowning and was recording something , a red and thin lips tightly pressed into a straight line.

"Hermione, I'm coming." Faced with the falcon-like piercing eyes of the librarian Mrs. Pince, I slowed down my running movement, pulled away the chair beside Hermione and whispered.

"Great, I have something to ask you." Hermione said unceremoniously, pushing all the parchment papers she had arranged, "This is what I just listed based on the information you and I have collected these days. For the regulations and projects that came out, please help me check if there are any mistakes or omissions - and, is this sentence a bit too long? For an association."

I took a look in my hand, and the most prominent place read "Campaign to prohibit cruelty to our magical animal friends and improve their legal status", and then looked down, Hermione wrote about the injustice suffered by every elf treatment, and gaps in relevant laws.

At the end of the parchment, she drew a table by hand, listing the things and goals that the association should do next, each of which is extremely clear, and it can be seen that she really did a lot of homework for this—I couldn’t imagine it at all She asked me to collect historical data on the enslavement of elves for this purpose.

I saw Hermione's enthusiasm and injustice from it, and the history of blood and tears of elves being cruelly treated and enslaved hit my heart hard, thinking of Kreacher's emaciated body and painful soul, (of course there is His profane profanity) I let out a sigh and lumbered into Hermione's queue.

We worked in the library all afternoon, she designed the badge of the association, we discussed and decided on the name of the association: Society for the Promotion of House Elf Rights, the abbreviation is SPEW, it seems a bit strange, but adding dashes should be I can't be mistaken, I thought confidently.

As the sun set, we happily returned to the lounge at dusk. Hermione was very optimistic about the future of the association. When climbing the hole in the lounge, she kept repeating: "... there were four members at the beginning. , our association has a very bright future..."

There were not many people in the lounge, Harry and Ron were sitting by the fireplace doing their homework, Crookshanks was snoring and resting at Ron's feet.Hermione checked their homework naturally, and saw the fabricated part at a glance.

"I've never seen such a made-up assignment," said Hermione. "It's not easy for you to drown twice this month."

"Really?" said Ron, looking down quickly at his prophecy. "I'd better change one of them to be trampled to death by a rampaging hippogriff."

Harry covered his mouth and kept laughing, and I also pulled over his homework for the divination class. He was no less unlucky than Ron.From the point of view of homework, not only will he be burned to a slight disfigurement, but he will also be betrayed by his friends, so he fights with others...

"Huh?" I couldn't help exclaiming softly, "So you will break up with me this month."

"Because Mercury and Venus are unfortunately conjunct, this is the most unlucky thing..." Harry said hurriedly, his voice getting smaller and smaller, "...Let's change it to say that I will lose half of my skin due to the explosion of the cauldron."

I closed his revised parchment with satisfaction.

Hermione explained the positioning and goals of the SPEW association in detail and proudly, and I distributed the badges in the box to both of them one by one, acting as her little secretary.Contrary to the expected situation, Harry and Ron looked a little difficult to accept, not a problem of positioning or goal, they were a little difficult to be persuaded to wear this badge.

"It says 'vomit'!" Ron grumbled. "I'll wear it if you change your name."

"I said it! It's not 'vomit'! It's SPEW!" Hermione yelled, starting to get angry. "See, there's a dash!"

"Does everyone passing by have to glue their eyes to the badge?" Ron wrinkled his face. "Sorry, Hermione, it's getting late, Harry and I have to go to bed."

After speaking, he turned his head and went up the spiral stairs, while Harry reached out and grabbed two badges, and returned to the dormitory with a look of wanting to laugh but helpless.

Hermione turned to look at me with a stubborn expression, but her eyes were red.I gave her a reassuring smile and pinned the shiny badge to the cotton linen vest.

The next two weeks were uneventful. Hermione and I were on the road to promote SPEW. Although all my friends around me bought the badge, no one wore it at all.Sirius wrote a letter to Harry, ecstatically writing a little bit about his investigation work during this period, and has made great progress, and the tacit cooperation between him and Lupine is the icing on the cake.

But he didn’t write any deeper content. Maybe he was told by Dumbledore not to reveal plans and secrets, so we can only look at this page of letter paper and start endless imaginations. Maybe Sirius is looking for traces of mysterious people.

The time was spent in the excessive homework assigned by the professors, and the OWL exam came in the fifth grade, but the professors acted like we should be nervous in the fourth grade.Unknowingly, when the other two school delegations in the Triwizard Tournament arrived, I was surprised to withdraw from my studies.

For a whole week, the castle was cleaned up and down, even the narrowest path was free of dust and cobwebs. Filch was very dedicated to the cleaning work, but his attitude was a bit extreme — whenever someone soiled the ground, intentionally or not, he would yell at them, scaring two first-grade girls into hysterics.

"Where are Durmstrang and Beauxbatons' schools?" Lavender asked nervously.

"Durmstrang should be in the Nordic region." Hermione flipped through the heavy book in her hand, "The location of Beauxbatons is in France."

"I heard that Durmstrang's students know black magic." Parvati hid her face in the scarf, "How scary!"

"France—" I looked longingly at the distant mountains, "Hermes, Chanel, Louis Vuitton..."

"What spells are you reciting?" Lavender said puzzledly, "are they all the names of French wizards?"

"Anyway!" Parvati screamed, "I heard that French witches are very elegant, they have smooth hair and slender figure, the most decent makeup and the most beautiful school uniform!"

"Where did you hear that?" Hermione was silent for a moment, then closed the book with a snap, as if she wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

"The Code of Elegant Witches. Why, you didn't subscribe to this magazine?"

"... Kelly, let's go."

I sincerely want to talk to or befriend the girls in Beauxbatons.That night, I purposely wore a silk square from Hermès and a scented camellia on my chest—the closest thing I have to France.

When I stood proudly in the queue, I found that the girls around me also quietly put on trinkets that I would not usually wear. The bright necklace was hidden in the robe, and even Angelina put on makeup, her crimson lips glowing seductively under the candlelight.

"Your head scarf is beautiful." Harry glanced at my head quickly, and whispered, "This orange is really bright. Among the crowd, only your head is the most dazzling."

"..." I twitched the corners of my mouth, "Thank you for your compliment, Harry, don't do it next time."

The appearances of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang were very gorgeous and shocking. One came from the sky, and the other came out of the sea, but they did not follow the normal sailing route——fortunately, I tiptoed to look at the sea level for a long time.

As we expected, the girls of Beauxbatons attracted the attention of many people as soon as they got off the carriage. Their exquisite attire and clothing caused explosive discussions among the girls. It also aroused the pity of some people.

The students in Durmstrang are all very big, whether they are boys or girls, they are tall and fast. They approached the castle step by step with sullen faces, and the leader turned out to be the Seeker of the Bulgarian Quidditch team—Victor Krum!

"Wow!"

Now everyone's goals are unified. As long as they are Quidditch lovers, everyone will keep their eyes on this tall, dark, talented Quidditch student with a hooked nose and thick black eyebrows. People start whispering, fantasizing about getting Klum's autograph, or a hug.

"For heaven's sake, he's just a Quidditch player," said Hermione.

"Just a Quidditch player?" Ron stared at her blankly, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Hermione - he's one of the best Seekers in the world! I didn't expect him Still a student!"

"I'm sorry, but I wanted to contradict Ron," I whispered to Harry. "I think you're the best Seeker ever."

"Thank you." Harry blushed again, turned around and looked straight at Krum, not daring to meet my gaze.