[HP] Hogwarts students

From that day on, Ron rarely broke into the room where Harry and I were alone - thank God and Merlin, he finally learned to knock on the door on his fifteenth birthday.

Yet he still hadn't learned not to eavesdrop on the girls' conversations.

When Hermione finally came to consult me ​​about my relationship with a troubled face, all I could say was - I've waited too long for this moment!I still remember the time when she pointed out me and Harry from above.

"Victor, he—" She deliberately lowered her voice and approached me, "He wants to invite me to visit him during the summer vacation—"

"You promised him?" I asked enthusiastically.

"Uh, I haven't replied to him yet. At that time, I only cared about your safety and Harry's." Hermione's face was flushed, and she might be able to feel the heat of her cheek when she was close, "but yesterday he asked again , I don’t know if I should agree to him.”

"If you want to say yes, then say yes."

Before I could speak, Ron answered in a weird way.He was playing cards with Harry, Seamus and the others not far away, but now he stood directly behind Hermione, throwing the exploding cards in his hand back on the table with a half-smile, causing a series of explosions/explosions.

"Hey! Ron! What are you doing!" Harry and the others were blown to shame, and Seamus shook his fist angrily.

Ron ignored them, stared at Hermione absently, and said in the coldest voice I've ever heard: "When you are kidnapped by him to some dirty basement, don't ask me and Harry to rescue you." .”

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Hermione gave him a shocked look first, then trembled with anger, "He wouldn't do that!"

"Oh yes, how well you know him!" Ron shouted angrily, attracting the attention of many people. "You know your 'Little Wicky' best! You—"

He didn't finish his sentence, because Hermione had already buried her head in my shoulders, and her shoulders kept shrugging. I immediately looked at him with condemning eyes, and gestured twice between my neck with one hand.

"I..." Ron stammered at us, looked around in embarrassment, then his face flushed as red as his hair, and he rushed back to the dormitory silently with his head down.

The state of the two of them seems to have returned to the embarrassing situation before - no longer mentioning any topic of Viktor Krum, greeting each other politely and chatting, and putting Harry and me in the middle is more helpless than myself.

"Enough, I've had enough!" After yet another stiff parting of the two of them, I finally slapped the table unbearably and yelled, "Harry, you go talk to Ron, can you? He can't do this again And again, again and again to challenge Hermione's patience."

"It's hard to say, and Hermione's a little difficult to communicate with, isn't she?" said Harry awkwardly.

To be honest, I like Harry very much, and I accept all his advantages and disadvantages-except that he doesn't like to wash socks.But he is too insensitive to feelings!

Every time Ron and Hermione quarreled, he never thought of being a peacemaker, but circling among them like a spinning top, accompanying Ron to class today, and accompanying Hermione to the library tomorrow— —until they reconcile themselves!

Moreover, between Ron and Hermione, he always chose to side with Ron.

"You also know that Ron is looking for trouble!" I crossed my arms in front of my chest in displeasure, "Obviously I like Hermione, but I can't express my emotions, and now Hermione is dating Krum. Come and accuse them both!"

"Wait." Harry opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Ron likes Hermione?!"

I fixedly looked into his eyes, filled with incomprehension, doubt and bewilderment, I hesitated to speak several times, and suddenly realized that I was an idiot talking to him about this.

"Forget it," I said wearily, "or you can just ask Ron to find a girlfriend, okay? I think Padma likes listening to his stories lately... ask him to ask her out for a walk or something Yeah, don't focus too much on Hermione."

Harry left in a trance, not knowing what he said to Ron when he went back. In the following days, Ron never mentioned Krum to Hermione again, nor did he Provoke their feelings - because he doesn't talk to Hermione at all!

During the Easter break, although only the four of us in Hogwarts knew that Barty Crouch and Alastor Moody were recuperating in the hospital wing, whenever we asked to visit always get rejected.

"They were stunned by the spell for a long time, it's not something that can be recuperated in a day or two," Madam Pomfrey said.

The strange thing is that the people who went to the medical wing during this time said they hadn’t seen anyone, and the hospital beds inside were all empty, and they kept asking me who was in the hospital, but I slapped haha ​​and perfunctory .

The emotions of the professors have also become more vigilant, especially Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick. During this period, they kept increasing their homework and training time, causing students in every grade to complain. Before the end of the day, we lived like an exam week.

Harry has been called into the principal's office alone many times, basically it's about questions and dreams, he will tell us every time he comes back, and occasionally other people will be present in the principal's office, Sirius, Lu Ping, Professor McGonagall, Cornelius Fudge...

"Why is the Minister of Magic in the headmaster's office?" Hermione asked warily.

"I don't know, he looked nervous, sweaty, and questioned me again and again about getting rid of the notebook..."

Hermione and I looked at each other and said excitedly, "They must be studying Horcruxes!"

"That's right!" Hermione also echoed excitedly, "Do you remember? The notebook left by the mysterious man, the exquisite locket... that must be a Horcrux! When all these Horcruxes are destroyed, the mysterious man must There is no chance of coming back!"

"But we don't know how many he made!" At this juncture, Ron also said annoyedly, "As long as there is one left...he will leave a chance of survival, Sirius once said. "

"Seven," Harry muttered to himself.

"What?!" I stared at him dumbfounded, "How do you know?"

"I looked at some memories in the Pensieve in the office," Harry said. "Professor Dumbledore put them in for me, not only his own, but also the memories of the Potions professor who taught Voldemort before. There, young Voldemort mentions the number 'seven' when bringing up the idea of ​​Horcruxes."

Whenever Harry mentioned You-Know-Who's full name, Ron would tremble uncontrollably, and even I felt a little chill on my back and kept rubbing my arms.

"It seems that Dumbledore and the others must have a research direction." Ron said uncomfortably, "And we only need Harry's third game, don't we?"

"There are so many details..." Harry said indignantly. "They won't tell me that the most terrible enemy I have ever seen in my life is coming back, and I don't even know how to get rid of him."

Over dinner, new letters and parcels arrived from Mum, in which she wrote that she was now free to go to the publishing house, and even stay there for tea, because Rita Skeeter had disappeared Now, the boss of the newspaper was looking for her like crazy-obviously, because her nonsense reports and articles get a lot of reading-but there is no clue, and he even published a search in the newspaper. The reward is a full five hundred gold Galleons.

"Wow, I didn't expect that woman to be so valuable." I sighed and opened the next page of letter paper indifferently.

She was sorry that I broke my first camera, because it was one of my favorite birthday presents, (I blinked guiltily at the thought of the perfect camera next to my bed.) So she did it for me again Bought a new camera, better equipped and smaller, so I can fit it in various satchels.

"Oh." I unwrapped the wrapping paper and took out a brand new and beautiful camera. I grinned awkwardly and said to the person next to me, "Hey, do you want a second-hand camera?"

Recently, Harry was very busy. Not only did he often go to the principal's office to participate in various unimportant meetings, but he was also forced to learn Occlumency because he mentioned that he had dreamed of a mysterious person killing others, which made Deng feel that he was in a hurry. Bullido had reason to believe there was a mysterious connection between Harry's scar and You-Know-Who.

In order to prevent the mysterious person from detecting this connection, he must learn Occlumency in a short time.

In the beginning, Sirius taught him, because he was Harry's most trusted and favorite person, but later he had a heavier task, so he could only transfer this responsibility to Lupine.Lupine naturally tried his best to teach Harry - but his progress was too slow, compared to when he was studying with Sirius, which made us all a little impatient.

"Nothing about me can be called a secret now." Harry said with some breakdown, "They even know what's going on in the Room of Requirement!"

"Er—what kind of things?" I stammered.

He glanced at me silently, and suddenly a breath was choked in my chest, which made me speechless. From that day on, except for the necessary class time, I basically walked around Lupine.

The most embarrassing thing was that when we worked up the courage (mainly me and Harry) to come to the Room of Requirement to practice the spell again, someone was using the room!We waited for a long time, but no one inside came out, so we could only find an empty classroom to continue practicing.

"Looks like I'm not the only victim, is it?" Ron gloated, before being knocked away by Hermione's disarming spell, "Whoa—"

"Pay attention, Ron," said Hermione dryly. "You'll have to fall on the mat."

Harry and I listlessly cast disarming spells at each other, he exhausted by the recent chores, and I scratching the ground with my toes at the thought of Sirius and Lupine, wanting to run away.

"As long as you learn Occlumency as soon as possible..." I whispered reassuringly to myself and Harry, "You will, won't you?"

"I'll try," said Harry desperately.

"I suddenly had a horrible idea," I murmured, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron all looked over nervously.

"If you haven't learned—does even You-Know-Who see everything about you? Every fall, every embarrassment and every unfortunate incident since you can remember."

Harry's face was blue and he looked very ill.Immediately ran out of the empty classroom, Ron yelled and asked him, and he replied from a distance: "I'll go to Professor Lupine - practice a few more times!"

As a warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry is not required to take the final exam, but for ordinary students like us, the final exam is worth it.Especially since we have to be Harry's partner and review homework at the same time, it might as well just cut me in half!

Ah, good June!It’s been a long time since I had a cozy picnic with my friends by the Black Lake, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been dating Harry in every corner of the castle (it has something to do with him not yet learning Occlumency), and now I can only be Forced to immerse in the ocean of textbooks and papers, learn!study!study!

Until the day of the third competition event came, and we finally finished the final exam, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and geared up to cheer for the warriors of their school.

"Actually——" I looked around, surrounded by students who were making all kinds of cheering flags and colored balls, I raised the new camera hanging around my neck and took a few photos, "I don't know if you have noticed Come on, Dumbledore hasn't shown up for a long time?"

"He'll always show up tonight." Ron was writing on his face, the big two HP made Harry extremely uncomfortable, "He's the referee, he'll definitely be here tonight."

Soon, Ron's words were refuted by reality, until everyone sat in the stands, looking at the Quidditch field in the distance and changed it into a large and complicated maze, and Dumbledore did not appear.

It was Professor McGonagall who replaced him as the referee. Only then did I remember that she was the vice-principal.