[HP] Hogwarts students

In the fiery atmosphere of celebration, Harry's mood was not very high.He found me and Hermione the next morning and explained everything with a sad face.

He never threw in any notes, nor did he secretly run for the Warriors behind our backs, but no one can go against the choice of the Goblet of Fire, and now he can only be forced to become the fourth Warrior.

Whether he has anxious explanations or not, I have always believed him.And Hermione is still the smart Hermione, she is more concerned about Harry's safety, a person who doesn't know the details signed up in Harry's place, and deceived the Goblet of Fire - how terrible this is one thing!

Fortunately, with our unreserved belief, Harry's mood turned around. He kept muttering about Ron's abnormal attitude, and wrote a letter to Sirius with resentment, fearing that he would be running around to fight against the mysterious When he was a human minion, he learned from the newspaper that Harry was accidentally selected.

"He'll be rushing into the castle in a hurry then," said Harry. "What if the situation is dangerous?"

In the next few days, Ron completely cut off communication with Harry, and even had a little reluctance to talk to me, and only communicated and talked normally with Hermione.Harry had tried to take the initiative to break the deadlock, but was soon overwhelmed by the indifference, and the two best friends of the same sex hadn't even said a word.

Apart from the Gryffindors, students from other houses and other schools have problems with this, and everyone recognizes the scar on Harry's head. As long as Harry is in the corridor, the corridor will immediately change. It became a sea of ​​whispers, and the voice that I thought I was suppressing was like a buzzing in my ears. Even I found it annoying, let alone Harry.

Not to mention that there's always one or two self-righteous people who think they know the whole story, understand Harry's insidiousness, and try to save me, a ignorant, stupid, naive idiot, who, in the face of this For things without a brain, I usually turn around and leave, so as not to cast a few more spells and have to deduct college points.

"It looks good too." I held Harry's face in my arms and looked at it with satisfaction. The bangs combed out with a disposable curly hair brush covered his forehead fluffy, and the curly and thick hair covered the scar tightly. .

"This won't solve the fundamental problem." Hermione said sadly. She has been urging me to calm down and Harry to calm down recently. She is almost dry, so she can only carry a small water glass with her and smack her lips every day. water.

"As long as I can walk down the corridor to class in a fair manner, it's solved!" said Harry.

He's been bothered by these things lately, especially Ron, but he's trying to look relaxed in front of Hermione and me, so we don't have to worry.It's just that those dim eyes can't escape my observation, I can only spend more time with him to prevent him from feeling lonely.

However, when I was trapped in Professor Flitwick's after-school tutoring, Malfoy finally found a chance to provoke them. ——Hermione was hit in the face and was sent to the medical wing. Lavender and Parvati were terrified. They wanted to ask for leave to visit Hermione, but Snape called them "disrupting the classroom" 10 points deducted from the head.

I didn't bother to look at his face. After Harry went to the meeting of the Triwizard Tournament, I immediately packed up the books and utensils on the table, and took the leave note signed by Professor Flitwick hidden in my arms for a long time. on the table.

"Sorry, I have to take a leave of absence." I looked up into Snape's gloomy eyes, "This is a leave note signed by Professor Flitwick, Professor."

He flipped off his black robes, and the black plain robes floated behind him as he strode forward, and the Slytherin seats began to laugh and boo, and the shiny "Potter Stink" badge on his chest stood out in the dark.

Snape walked to the desk and grabbed the leave slip, read it over and over many times, and continued to gouge me with sharp eyes, as if I would be frightened by him like this.

"Professor Flitwick asked you to go to him for tutoring during class, didn't he?" Snape snapped. "I don't see anything wrong with this note, but you know I'll check with him after class!"

"Please go ahead." I said perfunctorily, and then he let out a cold snort from his nostrils: "Very well, then you go! But for the next Potions class, you have to bring the antidote for this class, otherwise--"

I didn't finish listening to the rest of the sentence, so I grabbed my schoolbag and quickly opened the door and rushed out.I had to go to the hospital wing to see Hermione, she was hit in the face with a spell, I didn't even ask what it was!

The corridors and roads in the castle are empty, probably because all the students and professors are locked in the classrooms, and even the ghosts don't come out to wander.I probably put all my strength and energy into running, and by the time I ran all the way to the door of the medical wing on the second floor, I was already out of breath, and my chest was blowing out a sound like a bellows.

"Hermione—" I broke into the inpatient room with a hoarse voice. Madam Pomfrey was standing upright in the center, waving her wand at the people on the hospital bed—the plain white curtains were drawn around the bed , Hermione's shadow was vaguely reflected.

"Stay there!" Madam Pomfrey snapped, she didn't let go of the wand in her hand, a white light from the tip hit Hermione, she let out a painful "ouch" and couldn't help but clutched the wand beside her. bed curtain.

I stopped suddenly, and found the nearest empty bed to sit down, with cold sweat all over my back, and watched Madam Pomfrey's treatment process.

"You'll have to drink some medicine later, dear." When she finally stopped and spoke softly to Hermione, I dared to stand up and approach her.As soon as Madam Pomfrey saw me, she changed her face, and said angrily: "Correct your frizziness—alright, come with me."

"I'm sorry...how is Hermione?" I hurriedly asked, Hermione had been hiding behind the curtain and didn't speak, and I didn't dare to open it to check her situation.

"It's just a small tooth problem, not worth mentioning." Madam Pomfrey grabbed me by the back collar mercilessly, walked out of the lounge, and came to the room where the potions were kept. She stuffed a tray into me. In his arms, he tiptoed to find a few small bottles of potions behind the shelf and put them on, then he let go, "Let's go!"

I have been sitting behind the curtain of the bed waiting for Hermione to drink the medicine. The sky outside the window seems to shine through the tulle, which looks like a weeping twilight. There are many birds flying across the sky. When I count to 35, Hermione finally drew back the curtains.

"Kelly? Why didn't you go to class?" she asked, and I rushed up to check on her serious problems: "Are you all right? What spell was that? What happened to your teeth?"

"It's nothing, Madam Pomfrey has cured me." Hermione pursed her lips and said, two blobs of blush flew on her cheekbones, "Look."

She grinned her mouth, and those big and protruding front teeth became normal-sized shapes, which were not obtrusive at all compared with the teeth next to her!Now Hermione smiled shyly, boldly showing a row of neat white upper teeth.

"I didn't specify the original size..." said Hermione, "so magic means are sometimes more powerful than a dentist's machine, don't they?"

"I'm sorry, who are you?" I couldn't hide the corners of my mouth that were crazily upturned. "Where did the beautiful girl come from? How can someone be so beautiful?"

"... Kelly!" Hermione wanted to interrupt me hastily, but I dodged her hands and kept saying, "My God! I can't believe I have a friend who is as beautiful and knowledgeable as you Why am I not a boy? That way I can propose a date with you!"

I didn't stop this behavior until Hermione's entire face turned crimson, and Madam Pomfrey chased us out of the medical wing angrily and funnyly. It seemed that Hermione was a little annoyed, so I went back to the lounge On the way, she never spoke to me.

We saw Harry who was doing his homework in the lounge. He was leaning on the desk in the corner and drawing hard, while Ron was sitting by the fireplace with Seamus, Dean and others, talking loudly , looking very happy.

"Good evening, Hermione, Kelly." Ron greeted us a little absent-mindedly, "It seems that your teeth are healed."

Hermione's eyes shifted from Ron to Harry, she bumped my arm, and I parted ways with her knowingly to the two boys.

"Hey, how's your History of Magic homework going?" I stroked Harry's left shoulder and walked half a circle around him, leaning on his right shoulder with one hand and looking down at the parchment on the table, "It's almost the end ?you are awesome!"

"How's Hermione's teeth?" Harry let go of the wool pen, folded his hand on the back of my hand and pulled me to sit down, "I went through an unprecedented pre-match interview this afternoon... I hope your next Don't read the newspaper for a few days."

"It's much better, she's very attractive now." I said with a smile, "Who is the reporter? Did he ask you some very personal questions?"

"Personal as hell," Harry insisted. "You don't read it anyway."

A week later, I still saw the article that featured Harry's interview - actually it's really hard to be curious when everyone is talking loudly around you.

Hermione and Harry tried to prevent me from looking for the old newspapers from the previous few days, but someone was so willing to let me see that Parkinson threw the entire "Daily Prophet" at my feet and said in a disdainful tone: " Unbelievable, do you just enjoy shivering behind Potter's little frame?"

I ignored her, picked up the crumpled newspaper with my head down, blown off the dust on it, and unfolded it.The first page is a zoomed-in photo of Harry, looking dazed and overwhelmed, followed by the words in bold letters: "Nighttime Sadness of the Savior, Fragile Lovelord Wandering Between Two Girls."

The reporter and editor's name was a notorious one: Rita Skeeter, and I felt a sense of foreboding.

"I think my parents gave me strength. I know that if they could see me now, they would be so proud of me... Yes, I still cry for them sometimes at night, and I feel like admitting it No shame at all... I know nothing can hurt me in the game, because they guard me in the dark..."

I quickly flipped through several pages.

""Harry's been lucky. "His close friend Colin Creevey said, "He has two female friends who are very close, both of whom are top students with excellent grades and amazing beauty.Miss Morris was a poor, ill person, her fragile nerves were very sensitive, and she often fainted because of trivial matters, so Harry treated her better, and Miss Granger had to hide in the hospital wing and cry secretly. ""

My fragile nerves began to send out dangerous signals, and after putting down the newspaper with a wooden face, the nervous faces of Hermione and Harry appeared in front of me.

"So," I said with a smirk, "where's Colin Creevey?"