hp fat girl and george

Towards the end of the term, the rumor that the savior Harry Potter is the heir of Slytherin suddenly spread in the school. Although it sounds a bit unreliable, his Parseltongue in the Dueling Club was indeed heard by people of all grades. Confirmed, as we all know, Parseltongue is a characteristic of Slytherin.

Heard that he's been having a rough time lately, which can be seen from Hermione's frowning and hurrying back and forth.In addition, someone was petrified again, and for a while, everyone in the school was in danger of muggles and half-blood wizards.

Although Delmar was noncommittal about whether Harry Potter was the heir of Slytherin, she was indeed affected by the atmosphere of the college-she was a pure Muggle.

So Dema wanted to make a small body protector to carry around, and give one to each of his friends by the way.It's friends, but it's just Angelina and Hermione.

However, inlaying body protection spells on jewelry requires the scope of alchemy, so Dema began to spend his spare time in the library reading such tomes as "Introduction to Alchemy". I seldom watch Na's training.

On the Quidditch pitch.

George looked back at the audience and asked Angelina, "Is your friend not here?"

Angelina raised her eyebrows and said, "Dema? I don't know what she's been up to lately..."

George didn't continue the topic, and touched his nose, thinking of the girl with lowered hair and trembling in the Dueling Club.

She... seems to be a Muggleborn?

The difficulty of alchemy is beyond Dema's imagination. She has always been a very good girl.Usually because I often make some hand-made magic accessories, my mastery of various spells is far superior to that of my peers, and even Potions can barely get an A from Snape - you must know that a Gryffindor is in Slater How difficult it is to get an A from Dean Lin.

The comprehensive protection spell she wants to achieve, the ideal effect is to have a protective effect against most spells, and even have a certain resistance to black magic.But this is too much beyond her understanding, and she even needs to understand some ancient runes.She decided that she must take the magic text class next semester...

No way, you have to learn from scratch.

For the past two days, she was soaking in the library with a stack of books every day, and hurried to the cafeteria to fill up at noon. She lost weight faster than usual running.While taking a bath, Dema finally knew what her collarbone looked like...

Angelina was a little scared by Dema's madness. She felt that her roommate might be under too much mental pressure, but it was hard to persuade her not to learn. She could only supervise and let Dema go to bed early every day.

Finally, after reading four or five tomes, the guardian spell has begun to take shape.It's just a matter of compressing an ancient rune representing rock.

Dema sat alone in a corner of the library, holding a magic wand and trying to shrink the silver rune in the air.She controlled her magic power output, bit by bit like pressing a sponge, trying to squeeze the palm-sized rune into the size of a cherry.

When it was as big as a palm, the light of the magic text suddenly strengthened, almost like a small searchlight.Mrs. Pince noticed her at once, and called to her, "Hey! Charms are not allowed in the library—Merlin!"

As soon as Dema was distracted, his magic power was cut off.The magic text that was being compressed instantly lost control, and turned into many stones that burst out.Splashing everywhere like hailstones.

Mrs. Pince's tall hat was pierced by a stone, and the magic books on the bookshelf were hiding everywhere, and some of them were screaming.Dema, who was hiding under the table, looked at the screaming Mrs. Pince who was so angry that she seemed to be filled with an inflatable spell, her eyes went dark, and she wished she could faint now.

"Demagre Green!"

In the medical wing, Professor McGonagall, who had just comforted the mad Mrs. Pince, turned and stared at Dema who was curled up on the bed.The usually expressionless and serious face has a few more wrinkles because of the frown.

"I thought you were a good girl—oh, how dare you experiment with a magic pattern that you have never learned in the library of so many people, in case...you are really—" Professor McGonagall was so angry that he couldn't make up his mind. Looking at the girl who I always thought was quiet like a little badger before, I was really dazzled, this is definitely a real little lion!

"Audacious! You should be glad you sat in the corner and didn't hurt anyone, for your recklessness! 30 points from Gryffindor, a month's confinement! Go find Filch this weekend!"

Demar, who was trembling under the lioness' anger, thought of Ferzi's crazier appearance after losing Mrs. Norris, and almost wanted to kill her head-on.

Ruined.

Dema lay in the hospital wing with empty eyes and thought.

The next day, breakfast time.Demar kept poking at the fried eggs on the plate as if wandering.

"Oh... don't torture this egg, it's already broken and can't be broken anymore." Angelina couldn't see it from the side, and held her wrist.

"I'm going to be in confinement." Dema wandered into the sky, looking at the window of the auditorium as if waiting for something to sentence him to death.

"I know, I know, you've said it three times." Angelina shook her head helplessly. In her opinion, it's normal for Gryffindor to be locked up. What……"

As soon as the words fell, a flock of owls flew out of the window, chirping and landing like bullets.One flew straight towards Dema and dropped a note in front of her.

Demagre Green, weekends from 6pm to [-]pm, call for Filch.

Dema threw the note into the soup with his backhand, covered his face with his hands, and pretended that he hadn't read it.Angelina next to her rolled her eyes.

No matter how much Dema wishes to have 40 hours a day to extend to the weekend, the weekend is coming soon.

After dinner, Demar was led to the library by the grumbling Ferzi with a pale face, and locked in a place similar to a warehouse.

Filch scratched his bald forehead angrily, and said viciously to DeMar: "These books, wipe these books in the warehouse, and put them on the shelf by category! Don't let me know that you are lazy! Otherwise The leather whip I hung on the wall finally works—" He seemed to think of something suddenly, muttered a damn word, and confiscated Dema's wand with his hands, and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze! Goose! Work! "

you?

Dema turned around wonderingly, and saw the other two people in the small warehouse.

"wellwell—let's see who this is—"

"—Good girl Dema!"

Two tall and thin figures sprang out like monkeys, each holding a stack of books, and they greeted while pinching their throats and imitating Snape's aria.

Dema seemed to be struck in place by lightning.

Just wanted to cry with joy.

I'll never speak ill of Filch again, she thought.

The author has something to say:

I don't know if Filch is a good person, but Mrs. Norris is a good cat!