[HP] How to properly feed the savior

, but not exactly for you.What Malfoy is really afraid of is Professor Dumbledore. As long as Professor Dumbledore is still in school, he can't dictate to the school.He was defeated last semester and lost his status as a school director. He must hold a grudge and want revenge. "Harry and the others nodded desperately. "Hagrid, you are Professor Dumbledore's most trusted person and his right-hand man. Malfoy did not dare to openly attack Professor Dumbledore, so he had to find you first and deal with you. Make Professor Dumbledore lose his prestige. "

"I... I didn't think about it that much." Hagrid's eyes widened, and he smashed his wine glass, "That old bastard! Don't worry, he just came after me, it turned out to be aimed at Professor Dumbledore! Hmph, I can't let him succeed, I have to work hard, teach this class well, let Malfoy take a look! If he thinks he can defeat me, he's dreaming!"

Hagrid strode out, and there was a sound of splashing water outside the house.Harry gave him a beaming thumbs up.After a while, Hagrid came back again, his beard and hair were wet, but he looked refreshed. "Thank you so much for coming to see me, I feel better." Hagrid patted him on the shoulder and nearly knocked him under the table. "It's getting late, you guys should hurry back to the castle. You have to take good care of Harry this semester, don't let him run around in the dark."

They left Hagrid's hut, briskly on their feet.

In the Gryffindor tower at night, he finished his Transfiguration homework early and gave it to Harry and Ron for reference.Hermione smacked her lips in dissatisfaction. She was always against copying homework, but she had a lot of homework herself, so she didn't have time to deal with them.

The next day, he went to Professor McGonagall and applied for three elective courses to be self-study.

"I won't use the Time-Turner anymore, but I won't give up these three courses." He explained to Professor McGonagall.

Before class in the afternoon, Professor McGonagall told him that the three professors agreed to let him study by himself. "They have highly recognized your ability. You just need to complete your homework on time and take the exam as usual. You can arrange your study time yourself, and they welcome you to consult with them after class."

This made Hermione very unhappy.

He no longer hides his strength.In herbal medicine class, he and Neville were the first to complete the task assigned by Professor Graplan, earning extra points for Gryffindor.In the spell class, he had already mastered the spell, and got extra points again.

"Why do I feel like you have taken some panacea this semester?" Ron waved his wand distressedly, "Why are you suddenly more powerful than Hermione?"

When Hermione heard this, her face was livid, and she didn't say anything.

"Any special tricks?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Whether the magic spell is successful or not depends only on the will, whether you can clearly realize what you want to achieve, and resolutely put it into reality. There are too many distracting things in your mind, which will interfere with the magic spell." The fulfillment of the curse."

"I don't think Neville has much on his mind." Ron looked at Neville who accidentally gave Professor Flitwick a black eye. "It seems that the success rate is not much better than ours."

"Neville has a lot on his mind," he said softly.

In the Potions class on Thursday, Neville prepared the shrinking potion according to the plan given by Riddle. If he hadn't stopped the opponent's frequent mistakes in time, he would probably be run over by Snape again.Every time Snape walked past them, he would stare viciously at Neville's cauldron with a stinky expression on his face, but couldn't find fault with it.Their potion was supposed to be a bright green, and Neville's potion didn't have that glaring feel to it, but at least it was... green.Neville's at least made Snape less cynical than Simon's pot, which was almost asphalt.

"Five points from Gryffindor. Miss Granger, preventing Longbottom from realizing his mistake is not an act to be encouraged." Snape twisted his lips, and the black robe rolled out of the classroom.

"Hermione, can't you just say you didn't do anything?" Ron was furious at Snape's back. "Hermione?"

Hermione was gone.

"Don't pay attention to Snape." Seeing Neville's aggrieved face, he quickly comforted him, "He just couldn't find fault with you."

"If you hadn't kept reminding me, I would have screwed up," Neville sighed.

"You're just too nervous."

"You say that every time."

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, Snape also deliberately taunted Neville in front of Lupine, making Neville even more embarrassed.

"I also plan to let Neville be my assistant in the first stage." Lupine said gently, "I believe he will do very well."

This class is about boggarts, shapeshifting creatures that turn into everyone's worst fears. "After Neville is successful, the Boggart will turn his attention to everyone. Think about what your biggest fear is, and then think about how to make it funny... Ready?"

What is he afraid of?The first thing that came to his mind was the destroyed planet, the people who died at his hands...but in the end, there was only one answer.

He just doesn't want to think about it.

They cleared a space for Neville, and Lupine opened the locker.As soon as Boggart saw Neville, he turned into Snape, menacing, curling his lips, looking like he was about to spew venom at any time.

"Foolish, funny, funny!" Neville screamed, and Snape changed into a lace skirt, top hat, and big red handbag.

The whole class roared with laughter. "Parvati, come on!" Lupine commanded.

"Crack." Snape turned into a mummy, and then tripped over his own bandages.

"Seamo!"

"Crack." The mummy turned into a screaming female ghost, and suddenly she lost her voice and pulled her throat with her fingers.

"Dean!"

"Crack." The female ghost turned into a bloody severed hand, which was caught by a mousetrap.

"Excellent! Ron, it's your turn!"

Quite a few people screamed—a six-foot-tall spider appeared in the classroom, covered in fur, clacking its pincers, and pounced on Ron.

"Funny funny!" roared Ron.The spider's legs were gone, and its body rolled to the ground, stopping at his feet.

"Snapped!"

Behind him he heard a gasp, followed by whispers of excitement and curiosity.

Standing in front of him was a handsome young man, with the deep eyebrows and eyes of Eastern Europeans and the chic short hair combed by American-style rebellious youths. The pure blue eyes made the other party so sincere that people couldn't help but want to To believe and rely on, but deep down is cold and indifferent.The other party put his hands in the trouser pockets of his jeans and showed a sunny smile, as if the whole classroom was brightened by this.

"Long time no see, my dear brother."

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☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 7

He stood there, stiff all over, not daring to move.

Peter smiled narrowly, "Why don't you give your brother a loving hug?" Seeing that he didn't respond, the other party came over, opened his arms and gave him a big hug, and kissed him on the forehead. "It really hasn't changed at all, it's still so shy."

The place where the other party kissed was like being scalded by a branding iron, it was hot and painful.He trembled, trying his best to follow the other party's wishes, but he couldn't figure out what Peter's purpose was.

"So you're my brother's classmates? Nice to meet you." Peter greeted everyone with a smile, putting his arm around his shoulders, as if they were very close. "Ender didn't cause you any trouble, did he?"

The students faltered and shook their heads.Hermione was more proactive, "Are you Ender's brother? He never mentioned you to us."

"Oh." Peter looked surprised. "I guess it's because I'm a... how do you say that word? Muggle?"

"It's not like that!" He couldn't help retorting that Peter was implying to others that he was inferior to his Muggle origin and despised his Muggle relatives.

"It's okay, I won't blame you." The other party rubbed his hair, with a doting tone in his tone.

This attitude seemed to make the students relax a lot.They gathered around, many of them were curious about Peter. "Did you go to a Muggle school?" Lavender Brown asked.

"Yes, I'm already in college, at the best school in America, thanks to my brother."

"Are you Americans?" Parvati also came over. "Is it great there?"

"What kind of great do you mean? Sunshine? Free love? There are big muscular boys everywhere on campus?" Peter's words made the two girls giggle. "All these rumors are true, beautiful lady. But you, the mysterious wizards of the ancient kingdom, you all make me unable to restrain my curiosity."

"That bastard who looks like a young Lockhart is your brother?" Ron whispered, his face twitching. "He's a nightmare! A hundred times worse than Percy!"

"You haven't seen the real scary side of him yet." He sighed, and the others were quickly drawn to Peter.

"Worse?" Ron said with an unbelievable expression, "Can you have sex with a girl in just three words?"

He glanced at Ron and felt that this man's thinking was a little crooked and abnormal.

"Does Ender never tell you about us?" Parvati wrinkled his nose. "It's so embarrassing! What do you want to know? I can tell you."

Peter pursed his lips, as if feeling hesitant, and asked cautiously for a long time, "Can I take a look at your wand? My brother never lets me touch his things."

"Don't give it to him!" He sternly stopped the girls who were dazed.

"Why are you so stingy." Parvati had already handed over her wand, "Take it and look at it casually. There is nothing unusual about wands here."

He took a step back, watching warily.Peter didn't do anything special, just played with Parvati's wand with his slender fingers, as if it were a great work of art. "Unbelievable," his brother marveled. "You can do amazing things with wands, can't you?"

"Yeah. We're in class..." Seamus replied, sounding anxious.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry." Peter glanced at Professor Lupine apologetically, "I think I may have hindered you..."

"No, in fact..." Lupine looked strange and hesitated to speak.

"Don't be so tactful. I just need to say goodbye to my brother." Peter turned around and suddenly raised his arm to point at him, "Avada Kedavra!"

Without thinking, he knocked Ron aside with all his strength.A bright green light brushed past his ears, the girl screamed, and with a bang, the Boggart's locker was smashed to pieces.

He fell to the ground with Ron.

"Disarm you!" Lupine reacted very quickly, and immediately shot a red light at Peter.The other party flicked his wand lightly and countered the spell. "Give it back to you." Peter picked up the tip of the wand, and Lupine flew out as if hit by a sledgehammer, hit the wall, and the wand came out of his hand.

"Run! Get out of here quickly!" He stood up, propped up a transparent shield in front of himself, and blocked another attack from Peter.The students ran out of the classroom doorway in a mess, and Neville tripped over an old chair. He waved his wand, turning those chairs into a puppet with three heads and six arms, and attacked Peter with a big knife.

"Small tricks." The other party said contemptuously, and let out a fierce fire.The flames grew bigger and bigger, burning all the chairs to ashes, and even his shield couldn't resist the power of this black magic.He had no choice but to give up his defense and concentrate on reciting the Elimination Curse for Fiendfire.

A heavy blow hit his chest, and the wand came off from his fingertips. It was the Disarming Charm. He had this idea, and his left hand was already on the elder wand at his waist.An invisible wall stopped behind him, and the impact caused his blood to surge, but he also stopped his figure.He dodged another spell from Peter with a rollover on the spot, and he said silently in his heart: The wooden wall is coming!

"Crash!" The wooden boards inlaid on the entire wall behind Peter flew out and smashed towards Peter.Taking advantage of the opponent's exhaustion, he raised his hand and cast a disarming spell, knocking the opponent away.His brother drew a parabola in the air, hit the stone wall, and fell unconscious.

The wooden boards fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and dust filled the air.

He glanced at Lupine who fell on the ground. The other party must have been knocked out and his life was not in danger, so he walked cautiously towards Peter.His and Parvati's wands fell not far away, and with a wave of his hand, the two wands rolled away. "Peter?" he called softly.The other party seemed to have fainted too, a big gash was knocked out of his forehead, and blood was still gurgling.The other party seemed to be seriously injured, and his hands were shaking constantly, making it almost impossible for him to hold his wand.

"Brother, are you okay?" He squatted beside the other party.Peter's condition was very bad. There was a puddle of blood. I don't know if it was affected by the dust. The other person's face looked abnormally gray.He cupped Peter's cheek, it was cool.

How could a disarming spell be so powerful?He looked at his wand in amazement, is this the curse of the elder wand?Any spell can be used like a killing spell.He dropped his wand in fear, "Brother, hold on," he whispered next to the other's ear, trying to hug him up, but Peter suddenly turned over and pressed him under him.

"You've lost this time!" The opponent's hands, like iron pincers, clamped his neck tightly. "My dear brother, do you think I will be killed by you so easily? Idiot! I really don't know how you were chosen by IF, I should be the chosen one! I am stronger than you, smarter than you, I could kill you as easily as a bug! There's no Valentine to stop me this time, you die here!"

He couldn't breathe, his vision blurred, his arms flailed wildly, but he couldn't find his wand.He was about to die, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't resist his brother who was pressing on him.He was clutching at the man's clothes in vain, he needed a weapon, anything he could get his hands on, anything that would allow him to defend himself...

He took out a small knife from his waist and stabbed it into the opponent's chest with all his strength.

The strength on the neck did not disappear, he drew out the knife, and warm blood dripped down on his body, and then stabbed him again in a higher place, again and again, until the opponent fell down.

Oxygen poured into his lungs, and he breathed greedily, feeling his lungs ache from the exertion.After lying on the floor for a while, he found the strength to get up.His brother fell to the ground, his shirt red with blood.

"Peter!" He turned the opponent over, blood was everywhere, his body, his hands, even his chin and neck were splashed some.His elder brother stared blankly at the void, unable to breathe.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he fell on the opponent's body and burst into tears. "Why do you force me like this?" What he feared the most happened. Even if he fled to space, to the past, to another world, he still couldn't escape this fate, "Why don't you let me go?"

He just wanted to find a place to live in peace and quiet. No one threatened his life, so he would not pose a threat to others. "I didn't want to kill you, Peter, I didn't mean to." He said incoherently, but the mistakes he had made could not be changed.This time he has no excuses, no one will believe him, no one will accept him.He killed his own brother.

"Ender!" Someone called his name, a familiar voice.Tears blurred his eyes, making him unable to see who the other party was. He grabbed the other party's robe, "Please, save him, save my brother, he is not dead yet, he still has hope, he can live Come down!"

"Ender! That's just a Boggart! It's not your brother! No one dies, okay? Nobody's okay!"

"Don't lie to me!" He really hates these adults, always telling him that it's okay, everything is fine, no one died, he did the right thing, it was just self-defense.No, that's not fair at all!He has no power to take other people's lives, not anyone else!They're just manipulating him, using his instincts of self-preservation, to kill creatures they don't think are worth living.His life exists so that other lives can be taken away.

"Calm down! Kid, calm down!" The other hugged him tightly and dragged him away from Peter.

He still wanted to struggle, but a voice sounded behind him, "Dizzy!"

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☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 8

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were blindingly white.

The unpleasant smell of the potion filled the air, he turned his head, and the drawn curtain blocked his view.A little moist warmth rubbed against his cheeks, and the white cat squatted on the pillow, licking his cheeks.

"Hi, Tom." He sat up from the hospital bed and spoke weakly, his voice dry and hoarse.

"You're awake." The curtain was pulled back, and Professor McGonagall stood there, and there seemed to be more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, making her look old and tired.

He didn't answer, just scratched the white cat's chin lightly.

Perhaps his silence made the other party feel a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a long time, Professor McGonagall said, "The other students were not injured. You did a good job and evacuated them in time. Professor Lupine is fine. You are already in the medical wing You have been lying in the hospital for nearly three days, and Madam Pomfrey thinks that your body has almost recovered, and if you want to leave the hospital, you can do so at any time."

He still didn't answer.The cat licked his fingers tenderly.

"As for the Boggart, we found a new cabinet for it to stay in. Professor Lupine may use it elsewhere."

"I know it's a Boggart. I'm clear-headed enough." He guessed that Professor McGonagall was going to comfort him next, and stopped the other's unnecessary behavior in time. "I just want to know what you plan to do with me."

"Dispose of you? Child, you are doing very well!" Professor McGonagall raised his voice in surprise, "Every time I feel that your ability is far beyond that of your peers, you will tell me that you can do more OK. We're not going to do anything to you for tearing down an abandoned staff room."

He looked at each other, and felt that there was a bottomless crack lying between them.

"They know." He said softly. "I can't hide it from them. I signed up for all the courses and took a few self-study courses. After this incident, everyone will know what I am capable of, and they will know what I am." kind of people."

"It's a good thing." The other party gave him an encouraging smile, "You don't need to hide your abilities. You are a good student, and you should be their role model. You see, once Neville knows the truth, you can be free from scruples Help him a lot. Let the classmates know you, and you can get along with them more harmoniously."

"My brother, I mean, the real one, he wanted to kill me just because, in a test, he failed and I didn't."

The smile disappeared from Professor McGonagall's face.

"It's not that he's not doing well, he's not qualified. He's as good as I am, but there's only one chance. Without me, he would have been the favorite to succeed. I don't want to perform better than him, but if If I do not surpass him, I should not have been born. My very existence proves his failure. As long as I am alive, I am denying him."

"You have to trust your classmates, they are not as bad as your brother..."

"My brother is not bad!" he raised his voice. "He could have been a good man, a great man . . . He had a chance to prevent an unforgivable mistake. I took it away from him."

He raised his hand to wipe away his tears.If Peter had been chosen, perhaps the pattern of the war would have changed.Peter is so smart, he must be able to guess what the instructors are thinking.Only he can really believe that he can become a hero and save mankind by following what the instructors say.

"I know you all hate me. I protected Tom, he should have died. That was the headmaster's plan, right? Voldemort had to be destroyed. That's what Harry was trained for." He sniffled, Tears could not stop falling down again. "I know what it's like, to be chosen from a young age, to be told that I'm the savior, that only I can lead others to defeat a terrible enemy, to protect the ones I love, to protect the world. They told me I would be a hero , but at the end of the day, I'm just a killer. I kill those who stop me from being successful, I kill all the enemies. I'm told it's to stop more killing, but in the end it's only me who is causing the killing."

Professor McGonagall sighed. "The real Voldemort, is not as harmless as Riddle appears. He has already done a lot of killing, and if he is resurrected, he will do more..."

"In order to prevent future violence, we must preemptively use violence, is that so? Violence is only a means, as long as it is for the right purpose, it can be used, is that what you want to say? So we just need to prove Voldemort's purpose It is absolutely wrong, and it is absolutely right for us to stop him, so it is unquestionably right for us to execute violence? But who judges right and wrong? Us? We are both legislators and judges, and we can do it through free testimony Sentence a person to death?"

"Voldemort's actions were a serious breach of the Statute of Secrecy..."

"What if the law is wrong? What if the law is killing the innocent and oppressing the people? Can't people kill innocent people, but the law can?"

"Even without talking about secrecy laws, it's always undeniable that he killed innocent people?"

"Interesting. In your opinion, a man can use violence for the right purpose. If Voldemort thinks his claim is right, why is it wrong for him to use violence?"

"Because it's not his decision alone."

"Then who decides?"

Professor McGonagall fell silent, and she flapped her nostrils angrily.This is an endless loop, she cannot designate any one person as an infallible judge, nor can she designate a group of people, because the same conditions are met by Voldemort and his followers.

"According to what you said, no one can judge right from wrong, and even the law may be unreliable. Isn't society out of order?" After a long time, the other party found his voice. "I can't say that there is nothing wrong with the secrecy law, and I can't say that Voldemort's proposition is completely useless, but we must always form an order to make everyone's life better. If everyone is like Voldemort Who can live well if they create violence for a seemingly correct purpose? Therefore, those who create violence should be punished to warn others that even if they have appeals, they should seek peaceful and orderly solutions. .”

"So violence itself is wrong. To punish violence for being wrong, we need to create more violence. Is that what you mean?"

"I'm talking about totality. Kill Voldemort alone, and more people will live. Let him go, and more people will die."

"So when my brother is going to kill me, should I be killed by him? If I fight back, the one who dies is him, which is a life. If I don't fight back, the one who dies is me, which is also a life. Why? Seeing that my life is more valuable than his? How do we calculate the value of life? What if Voldemort's life alone is worth more than everyone else's?"

"Every life should be equal."

"Assume that every life is equal. There are now 3500 wizards in England. If we don't stop Voldemort, 1000 will be killed. If we stop him, he will be killed. According to this assumption, We should kill Voldemort, right? But if we kill Voldemort, in 1 years, all wizards in England will be extinct. If we don't kill him, in 200 years, there will be 200 wizards in England. Should we not Should Voldemort be killed?"

"This assumption is meaningless, we cannot predict what will happen in the future."

"Precisely because we cannot predict, we cannot deny the existence of this possibility. We cannot decide whether a person lives or dies based on things that we cannot judge."

The other party was silent again.

"Why do you insist on proving that Voldemort shouldn't die?" Professor McGonagall burst out suddenly. "We don't blame you for protecting Riddle, even if he's a villain, and there's nothing to blame for protecting him. You didn't mean to do bad things, did you? Don't tell me that nonsense, I admit, I can't argue with you, I just stick to what I believe in."

"Voldemort persecuted many innocent lives, and it is very likely that he will kill many more in the future. He is heinous, he deserves to die, yes. But I have persecuted more lives, and I have more blood on my hands than Voldemort Thousands of times. As you can see, in the future I will still be inclined to kill someone if I feel my life is threatened. Am I not more heinous than him?" He had thought of this at the very beginning. As a result, no matter how much he defended himself, no one could accept that a person like him continued to live, "Since he deserves to die, why shouldn't I die? Since you insist on what you believe, why don't you kill me? Do it ,Now!"

"Snapped!"

He covered his side face, where it was burning and painful.Professor McGonagall was pale with anger, and his hands were still shaking. "Don't let me hear you say that again."

The other turned around and blew his nose.

"You're dodging the question," he whispered.

"Put all your questions away and act like a normal kid, okay?"

"I can do that, but what about Harry? He's going to have to deal with this one day."

"If Voldemort were to kill him, wouldn't he have the right to defend himself? If only one of them survived, wouldn't he have a reason to fight for his life to the last moment?"

To eliminate Voldemort, all Horcruxes must be eliminated, including Riddle, including Harry himself, but Professor McGonagall doesn't know it.If Voldemort is endangering society if he does not die, does Harry persecute others if he does not commit suicide?If things really come to that moment, does Harry have the right to choose to live for himself?Was Harry evil as long as he lived?

He has no answers, only endless questions.

"Don't think about it." The other party sat down beside him, held his hand, and gently rubbed the place where he was hit just now. "Try to live happily and don't burden yourself so much."

He nodded.For McGonagall, this is nothing more than an air-to-air debate. For him, this is his life.

Madam Pomfrey slipped him a bottle of medicine before releasing him from the hospital. "Dreamless Potion, drink a bottle before going to bed. Every day you come to me to get a new bottle, until I think you can stop using it. Don't try to deceive me, I will know if you really drink it. "

He returned to the Gryffindor common room with the cat and the potion in his arms, and when he opened the door, he was drowned out by the explosion from inside.

It seemed like all the Gryffindors were gathered in the common room, clapping furiously and flushing. "Amazing, man." A senior he didn't know tapped him on the shoulder as he entered. "Unbelievable!" exclaimed Lee Jordan. "Professor Lupine said it was the best duel he's ever been in! Too bad he fainted at the start."

The students roared with laughter. "Professor Dumbledore used spell replay on you and Parvati's wands." Harry pushed his way through the crowd and explained to him, "He said that duels between top wizards are nothing more than that."

"Professor McGonagall is very proud, for your Transfiguration." Fred moved closer to his side, "Your conversion spell is simply amazing!"

"And the magical effect of the Flying Charm, Professor Flitwick was full of praise, he said that you are the most talented student he has ever taught!" George is indispensable wherever there is Fred.

"Now I'm the one who survived the Killing Curse!" Ron danced exaggeratedly, "Crystal shot! That green light passed right in front of my eyes! I dare say that if you were half a second late, I will die!"

Lavender came to help Parvati who was about to collapse from crying. "H-I'm sorry," the girl said as she sobbed, "It's all my fault for giving the wand to that Boggart..."

"It doesn't matter, even if you don't give it to him, he can still grab it." He took out a handkerchief and wiped away the other party's tears, "At least you are not injured."

The other party suddenly threw himself into his arms and hugged his neck tightly.There were cheers and whistles in the lounge.

"We've got a celebration for your recovery." Harry had to raise his voice for him to hear. "Fred and George stole a lot of food from the kitchen."

"It's too grand..." He was a little embarrassed.Originally, he was mentally prepared to be rejected by his classmates, but he didn't expect that he would be more popular instead.

"You're the best!" Neville yelled. "I've known for a long time that you're the best of us!"

Others agreed.

Only one person was not involved.Hermione, sitting in the corner of the common room, was writing a translation in front of a runic dictionary.

"The professors say you don't have to turn in next week's homework, since you're in the medical wing," Hermione said sharply. "Go celebrate with them and leave me alone."

"You need to rest," he said softly.The other person's face looked pale, and he had bags under his eyes in the first week of school.

"I'm not a genius like you!" Hermione suddenly closed the dictionary with a bang. "Professor McGonagall told me that you finished Transfiguration and Charms ahead of time, so you have plenty of time to study minor courses. I actually worried about your grades! Do you think I'm particularly ridiculous? Every school year I Your test scores are all the highest because yours is hidden! I have always felt good about myself, thinking that I am good enough..."

"It's not what you think... Hermione!"

The other party rolled up his homework and textbooks, and left with his schoolbag.

"She has a bad temper recently." Ron smiled and put his arms around his shoulders. "Now we all know who the real number one in the school is."

"I don't want to hurt her like this." He was very frustrated.

"Oh, let her go. She's been number one long enough, it's time for someone else."

☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 9

"But what's the matter with that Boggart?" Neville didn't think of this question until they had had enough fuss and were lying on the bed ready to fall asleep. "If Professor Snape cursed me too, I wouldn't dare let him wear a skirt."

Mentioning Snape in the lace skirt caused another burst of laughter in the dormitory.

"He didn't have a wand, and you killed him before he could do anything, didn't you, Neville?" Ron gave his own