Harriet Potter

After trying our best in the next life and lying enough to send us rounds of hell about how interesting Hagrid's classes were and how terrible his substitute teacher Graplan was, we finally got Hagrid's forgiveness.Instead of sulking at the fact that none of us took Care of Magical Creatures, he concentrated on mourning the giant spider Aragog, who was dying and one of his kin was showing some bad signs, so he sent Aragog It was moved to a safe place and fed and cared for. Now we know what he was going to do with the book that day.

I wish I could empathize with Hagrid about losing his old friend, but that's nonsense when it's Aragog.When I was in the second grade, Ron and I recklessly broke into the Forbidden Forest, and it declared to us that the scope of its control over its kind not to eat humans was limited to Hagrid alone. The ugly eight-eyed spider's feelings, because he was so moved by Aragog's restraint of his kindred for him, Ron and I immediately gave up trying to communicate with him on this topic.Hagrid's love of dangerous creatures of any kind, his unreserved acceptance of their readiness to bite his head off, I suspect that even if we didn't get away with it that day, he would continue to be with Arago after a while of grief. Gram contacts.

Avoiding the topic by stuffing my mouth with food doesn't work here either, the first bite of Hagrid's rock cake almost knocked out all my front teeth.

After the sun went down, the three of us said goodbye to Hagrid, who was finally in a better mood, and hurried back to the castle for supper, hungry and hungry, across the dimly lit grounds.The smell of grilling steak made my stomach feel even worse, but I had only taken two or three steps towards the Gryffindor table when I was stopped by Slughorn.

"Harry, Harry, just the man I'd like to see!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, twiddling the tip of the walrus' whiskers with his fingers and puffing his belly. "I just want to stop you before dinner! Come to me tonight How about a potluck? We had a small soiree with just a few rising stars. I had McLaggen, Zabini, and the stunning Melinda Bobin - didn't know you Do you know her, her family owns a large chain of pharmacies - and, of course, I very much hope that Miss Granger will do the same."

At the end, he bowed slightly to Hermione without even looking at Ron, as if he didn't exist.Slughorn was never stingy with my mother's compliments, but I once had a memory of Lily Evans stepping up to protect an unwanted person from a few boys in full view.If he really loved and knew my mother as much as he claimed, he would understand that if I were even remotely like Lily Evans, I wouldn't give friendship to someone who didn't respect my friend.

"I can't, Professor," I said. "I have a friend who is probably leaving school soon, and tonight is her farewell party, and I must attend."

Hermione glanced at me in surprise when she heard that, and immediately said, "Me too, Professor."

"All three of us," Ron emphasized gruffly.

Slughorn's face grew long, but he was not entirely discouraged: "My God, my God, I'm counting on you, Harry! Maybe you can invite them to come - or bring the The name of Miss Charming tells me, I believe I can persuade her to another day?"

"I'm afraid not, Professor. The party is all arranged, and she's probably leaving within the week. I think it's better to go ahead."

"Okay, okay." Slughorn became listless after making sure I wouldn't change my mind. "Understandable. Goodbye then, you two!"

He staggered out of the auditorium, I shrugged, and then I saw Hermione looking at me with a strange smile that was almost comforting.

"That's pretty witty!" she said. "Anyway, partying with DA members sounds a lot better than being stuck with a McLaggen stuff, doesn't it?"

"That's just an excuse," I said quickly.

"What's the matter with you McLaggen?" Ron asked warily, leaving aside his annoyance at Slughorn.

"After the selection, he used some terrible words to talk about...the others." Hermione said perfunctorily, and pointed the finger at me again, "You used this to reject Slughorn's invitation just now, you can't say that The professor lied!"

"Yeah, like it's such a rare thing," I muttered, but walked over to Parvati under Hermione's stern gaze.Fortunately, the latter readily accepted the apology, otherwise I really don't know what else to say.By the time I got back to the table, Ron was still pressing Hermione about what McLaggen had said.

"It's nothing important, it's just gossip, and I don't have a thing to remember!" said Hermione impatiently, stuffing a large piece of bread into Ron's mouth. "How is it, Harry?"

"I have to go to a party tonight," I say, and start slicing the steak.

"Please, be happy! It's not that you're going to Snape's confinement." Hermione said helplessly, "Maybe you'll find that you get along well."

She seemed as skeptical as I was, but I wasn't going to argue.Hermione was always consciously or unconsciously trying to bring me closer to the other students. Mrs. Weasley had said to me many times that school life should include exchanging gossip with a small group of friends, secretly making friends with girls my age in appearance. Competitions, giggling at pictures of favorite boys or singers, and one or more crazy romances.But I don't understand how Hermione might think the same, as if she didn't commute to the classroom and the library every day, never bother to comb her hair and know nothing about celebrities - I know at least a few Quidditch players.

The party didn’t go as planned that night, and we met a frustrated and annoyed Baker in the eighth-floor hallway, and he told us that somehow the door to the Room of Requirement wouldn’t open.We took turns trying and tossing about for nearly an hour, but there was no movement on the wall.A first-grade girl stared blankly at us as we walked up and down, only to be persuaded away with candy by Ginny.Everyone left gradually, and Parvati angrily sat down in the corner wiping tears, declaring that he would wait until the people inside came out.Me, Ron, and Hermione wondered who was in the room, since what happened with the DA last year, there are not a lot of people in school who know how to use it.

"What happened here?"

Including Parvati, who was still sitting by the wall, and Baker, who was comforting her, the rest of the people in the corridor froze.Snape stood in front of us with his hands behind his back, and took a leisurely glance around. His eyes stopped for a moment on the two huge Honeydukes paper bags by the wall.

"Each of you took ten points off your house for trying to use the school hallway as a party venue near curfew." His eyes were fixed on my face maliciously, "But seeing you, I guess I It shouldn't be a surprise, Potter. Given your penchant for being different."

I gritted my teeth, knowing I'd get at least one bout if I opened my mouth, and the last thing I needed right now was more alone time with Snape.

"I threw it." I turned to find Parvati standing up, glaring at Snape. "I started this party, and Harry didn't want to go to it."

"And," said Hermione before Snape had time to speak, "as you said, Professor, it's not yet curfew time, and students are free to move around. There is no school rule that stipulates that they should not interfere with other people's traffic. Under the premise, students can't hold parties in the corridor. This corridor is hardly visited by people."

Everyone seemed to straighten up a bit, and I was amazed to see what was happening, almost forgetting to confront Snape.

"Ah, Miss Granger," said Snape dryly, "I thought that with your vaunted ingenuity, you could at least tell the difference between 'usual' and 'exceptional circumstances'. But apparently, you firmly believe that this year Castle Multiplied the security measures to make it easier for Potter's fan club to party, and I wonder why so many people call you know-it-all."

"You mean Dumbledore didn't protect the school well enough?" Ron demanded, and Snape narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Thirty points plus detention, Weasley, tomorrow night, in my office. Granger and Patil are also taking thirty points each," he said, staring at Ron. "In addition, I suggest you Don't speculate on the intentions of people with more brains than you, since the range is a little too big for you."

Hermione had to grab Ron and me one by one to stop either of us from throwing inappropriate words or fists at Snape's face, which she was already proficient at.Snape still stood there with that sneering expression until the people in the corridor left, and Ron and I reluctantly followed the others under Hermione's pull.

As soon as he turned a corner, Ron burst out a series of expletives that could get him locked up for the end of the term, and won the unanimous approval of the boys.Taking advantage of Hermione scolding them, I stepped forward to catch up with Parvati. Her eyes were still red, but she was no longer crying, her steps were light and her expression was determined.

"That doesn't seem too difficult."

"what?"

"Stand up and fight him," Parvati said excitedly. "I was thinking when I saw you fight against Umbridge last year. It might not be that difficult to stand up. I mean, it's the same as fighting You-Know-Who It’s definitely different, but at the end of the day, isn’t all we have to do is stand up?”

Her eyes sparkled, and I stared at her blankly, forgetting what I was about to say.

That's not enough, I would say, standing up is never enough.It's not like DA's spell practice, brightly lit room surrounded by friends, innocent opponents standing right in front of you, predetermined spells rolling in your head, you just have to throw it out.You never went blank with fear and found yourself alone and everyone in sight just wanted to tear you apart; you never saw a loved one fall before your eyes, but you didn't even have time to grieve cause there was more The outcome of multiple lives is up to you.Standing up just means you stand in front of someone who isn't doing it and buys them even a split second, yet neither their fate nor your own is ever in your hands.

"I've already made up my mind. If I really had to leave Hogwarts, I wouldn't just stay at home. My parents always say it's not safe outside, but if You-Know-Who wins, where else will there be?" What safe place? I'm going to fight and they can't stop me."

My mother stood up and gave her life to keep me alive, and I only hope that no one will ever have to.Fighting isn't about fun and romance, and when that moment comes, all you can think about is the people you love, how much you've missed to be honest with them, and how much time you instinctively spent with them - if you could There is a chance to think.

"I have to... I have to go," I said hastily. "Go take a shower. I'm sweating."

"Okay then," Parvati said, slightly annoyed by my lack of enthusiasm in response, "will you join us later? I'm going to change the party location to the common room."

"Okay...see you later."

At the next intersection, I hurried down another hallway.

Following Dumbledore's instructions that night, I have carried the Invisibility Cloak with me since the start of school.After making sure no one followed, I put it on, and when they were far away, I returned to the corridor where the Room of Requirement was located.There is no one here now, I concentrated on thinking about the DA's training place last year and walked a few laps, but the door did not appear.So I stood beside the tapestry of Bonaparte the Fool and waited with bated breath.

After about ten minutes, the glossy door appeared in the wall, and Draco Malfoy stepped out.