Harriet Potter

I was greeted warmly in the kitchen by Dobby's usual enthusiasm which made me a little embarrassed, presumably because of Hermione's absence, and the other elves seemed to have forgotten our desecration of their highest honor.Luckily I didn't see Kreacher among them, I gobbled down enough food to feed the entire house, but they clearly had far more to offer, until my stomach burst and I was left with plates piled high in front of me Assorted desserts.Half an hour had passed by the time I remembered about the curfew. Of course, I could avoid the patrolling teachers by relying on the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak, but my full belly obviously had other ideas.

"Dobby, do you know of a way to get me straight from here back to the dorm without anyone coming across me?" I asked.Of course the elves can Apparate at will in the castle, but it's going to be loud and they can't do it everywhere.

"Dobby knows a way, Harry Potter!" Dobby opened his tennis-ball eyes wide, "the elves always use it to clean the students' and professors' quarters so they don't disturb the sleepers !"

"Can you take me there?"

Dobby nodded eagerly, then disappeared from me with a bang.For a moment I thought he was so excited that I couldn't Apparate to keep up with him, and then a painting of a roast pig on the wall swung open, and Dobby's long, pointy ears poked out of it. "Here, Harry Potter!"

The painting hangs at a height where I just can't climb straight in, but the elves put up a stool under it before I know it, and I don't know whether to be embarrassed or grateful for it.I waved to them and followed Dobby down the passage.It was spacious enough for several people to walk abreast, with smooth and steep stone steps and brass lamps hanging from the walls.

"Where does this road lead?" I asked.

"The Room of Requirement, Harry Potter!" replied Dobby. "We can go anywhere in the castle from there!"

"Can I leave the castle from there?" I had a flash of inspiration.

"It's possible, but Dobby hasn't tried it, and Dobby isn't a bad elf running around at work!" Dobby said with a shudder, as if the thought of AWOL was scary enough, "But this The way can only be opened from the inside, Harry Potter! So Dobby needs to go inside the house first!"

"Okay." Disappointed, I added hastily, "You've done a good job, Dobby. Thanks."

"It is an honor for Dobby to serve Harry Potter!"

Ahead is the end of the passage, and Dobby opened the small door for me, and I got into the room.The Room of Requirement is now a large circular empty room with doors lining the walls that remind me uncomfortably of the Great Hall of the Department of Mysteries.

"After Dobby is out, Harry Potter can make requests!" Dobby bowed deeply to me, "Good night, Harry Potter!"

"Wait a minute, Dobby," I hesitated, "Draco Malfoy ever showed up in the kitchen?"

Dobby shuddered at the name of his former owner, and I guess whoever the Malfoys had been treated badly for him. "No, Harry Potter."

"Are you sure?"

"Dobby will never lie to Harry Potter!" Dobby said excitedly. "If Dobby does that, Dobby will jump off the top floor!"

"That's not necessary," I said hastily, already starting to feel ridiculous at the idea that "Malfoy might be hungry, go to the kitchen to eat and then reveal something to the elf", maybe Hermione is right about me being too paranoid of. "I trust you, Dobby. Good night."

"Good night, Harry Potter!"

After Dobby left, I concentrated on thinking "I want to go back to the dormitory", the room shrank rapidly, those doors disappeared one after another, and finally only one remained in front of me.Laughter and footsteps came from the other side, and I looked through the peephole and recognized the corridor leading to the dormitory, and I guessed I was behind the painting of tulips.After those low-grade girls walked by, I waited for a while to make sure that there was no one around, and quietly opened the door and jumped down.The painting immediately reset, I tried to move it and asked to go back to the Room of Requirement, but nothing happened.It seems that it is indeed impossible for Malfoy to go out and plan with someone for a few hours before returning the same way. He may still bring people in, but those people must have been in the castle for a short time, otherwise I will see it on the Marauder's Map of.

At this point, this conjecture has reached a dead end again, and I returned to the dormitory depressedly, went to bed and lowered the curtains to prevent other people from poking around.It's still too early for bedtime, and I don't have any homework to complete before the holiday, so I lit up my wand under the curtain and started flipping through the Half-Blood Prince textbook.I paused when I turned to the page remembering the ear plug listening spell, which I saw Snape use in his memory the other day, and so far I haven't heard of anyone else using it—after all, anyone else I can't hear anything anymore.But since the Fuchsia Curse recorded in the book has been used by many people, it doesn't seem surprising that some people know about the other spells in it.And the book was published nearly 50 years ago, before Snape was born.

More importantly, Snape saw clearly in my mind that I relied on the Prince's textbook to get good grades in Potions class, and it was impossible for him to allow himself to use anything other than Dumbledore's request. Form has helped me so much.Snape hasn't brought this up now, probably because he's waiting for the moment that will embarrass me the most. I won't bet my entire fortune on this, but I can certainly bet on something.

After a while, I started to yawn, so I put my wand and book aside and went to wash up.Hermione and I both jumped when the curtains were pulled back, one hand still outstretched, obviously planning to do the same to me.

"I knew you weren't sleeping." Hermione cleared her throat, subconsciously looking at my glowing wand, "You'd better be careful."

"Oh, this is the first sentence you spent a month deciding to say to me?" I got out of bed, "I'll tell you one last time, I won't return this book, I learned it from the Half-Blood Prince Bisnape and Slughorn—”

"I'm not talking about your stupid so-called prince," said Hermione, giving the book a savage look, as if it annoyed her, "I'm saying that when I went to the bathroom this morning, there were a dozen girls in there We are discussing about letting you drink the love potion. Many boys are thinking about it, girls who have male companions are very willing to help, and there are quite a few girls who want to go with you, to be honest."

"Why didn't you confiscate that stuff?" I wondered how Hermione's penchant for maintaining rules and regulations had let up at this juncture.

"They didn't bring the potions into the bathroom," said Hermione dismissively, "they were just discussing stratagems. I doubt even the Half-Blood Prince could figure out how to make a cure for a dozen different love potions at the same time. Tomorrow night, they are impatient. If I had changed, I would invite someone quickly—but this trick is obviously useless to you."

"Stop. I need more chocolate to talk about this, about as much as the entire Honeydukes storefront." I slid off the bed and searched for the slippers that had just been kicked aside.

"I'm not the one who invited Ron in front of the entire auditorium." Hermione ticked it out from a corner at the end of the bed familiarly.

"It's not my fault you didn't do it."

"If you didn't hide it from me—"

"—did you discuss your making out with Krum with me or Ron?"

"How do you...?"

"You went on a date with an international football star and your dance partner, Hermione, who also happened to 'never feel that way about anyone else'. Do you think I'd believe you two were discussing a History of Magic dissertation?"

Hermione was flushed, and I walked around her to the bathroom, secretly glad Ron wouldn't hear the whole "communication" I had with her.

"You told Ron," said Hermione behind my back.

"Yeah. I can also go to the common room and shout it out, or ask Lavender and Parvati to help tell everyone, if it reassures you."

"Tell everyone what?" Lavender just opened the door and walked in.

"It's nothing." Hermione said first, "Why isn't Parvati with you?"

"She's still down there, with Jonathan." Lavender grimaced, Hermione asked more diverting questions, and I took the opportunity to go into the bathroom.

Hermione woke me up the next morning, and a second time after washing up before my alarm went off.While I was packing up, she stood by the bed and previewed the content of the first class for the last time as usual, smacking her lips impatiently because of my progress.I dozed off, impatiently threw the book in the bag aside and stuffed it into the book I will use today, and when I straightened up, I saw the expression on Hermione's face, as if looking at an uneducated large The dog was biting her sheets.

"Come on," she said, apparently determined to wait until I had my first glass of milk of the day before giving me a lesson for not packing up the night before.

On the way to the auditorium we met Romy Davani who tried to persuade me to drink a glass of canyon water, two Ravenclaw girls who wanted to give me chocolate, and a bottle of something new was stuffed at the Gryffindor table juice.Ron greeted us with some hesitation, and Hermione pulled me to sit over, intentionally putting me between her and Ron.

"What's this?" Ron looked at the bottle at my feet.

"It's nothing, just leave it alone," I said perfunctorily, getting myself some slices and toast and a big dish of jam.It wasn't an attractive idea for Ron to start the day with a yell.

Owls swarmed in as I ate my first slice of toast, and Hermione got today's paper, asked Ron very politely to bring her a glass of orange juice, and wrapped herself up in the Daily Prophet. blocked up.They haven't made eye contact since they met. I raised my eyebrows and looked at Ron, who gave a shy but satisfied smirk.

"We meet tonight," he said, glancing at Hermione.There was no movement from the newspaper, but I suspect Hermione was smiling exactly like him in the background.

"Are you going to the party with her?"

"No. She said she had promised McLaggen, and she had to keep her word. But she promised to get rid of that as soon as possible... come and meet me, and we can take a walk around the castle." Ron was a little resentful at Hermione's Principle, but then couldn't help laughing, "And if you have a companion, there won't be too many people pestering you."

"I highly doubt it." I spread more jam on toast, "So, a date?"

"Well...it's hard to say, but—"

Hermione cleared her throat suddenly, and she finally emerged from behind the newspaper, as red as Ron.

"No bad news," she announced. "Not a bad day."

"I agree."

I raised my milk glass to greet her, feeling like things were back on track for the first time in a long time.

The author has something to say: I'm going to die of exhaustion if things don't get back on track.

The communication mode between Harry and Hermione is basically like this -

Hermione: Oh, but I still have to help her.

Harry: I really want to make up, but I still have to argue with her.