Wild child

On the first day of March, Fanny was attacked over breakfast, by an attack on Harry, to be precise.Fanny had been sitting with Harry and the twins at meals these days, discussing how to improve her poor flying skills.

So when a swarm of owls rushed at Harry, Fanny's pumpkin juice was also spilled.Inexplicably, Harry looked at the addresses on the envelopes with flying owls one by one.

"Harry!" said Hermione excitedly, reaching among the feathers and plucking out a long-eared owl with a long tube-shaped wrap, "I think I know what's going on - first look at this! "

Harry tore open the brown diaper, and out rolled out a tightly rolled March issue of The Quibbler.He unfolded it and saw his own face smiling shyly at him on the cover.There is a line of big red characters printed on the photo: Harry Potter finally told the truth: I saw the mysterious man resurrected that night.

"It's pretty cool, isn't it?" Luna wandered over to the Gryffindor table and squeezed herself between Fred and Ron. "It came out yesterday and I asked Dad to give you a copy. I think these are Letters from readers." She pointed at the owls, which were still jostling in front of Harry.

Including the twins, several people split up and began to open the letter immediately. Fanny was also very curious, but she decided to take out a handful of copper nuts and throw them into the pouches on the owls' laps one by one to prevent the table from being smashed.

Luna was helping, but Fanny always felt like she was trying to test what would happen if she fed coins to an owl.

The chaos here is quite eye-catching, and after a while Umbridge came in shyly, and just glanced at the "Quieker", her face turned liver-colored.

Fifty points were deducted from Gryffindor, Harry was added to confinement for two weeks, and the whole school was pasted with big-character posters banning "The Quibbler".So everyone knew the article by lunchtime.

Fanny had already heard Harry narrate the content. After reading it, Fanny felt that Skeeter's talent was used in the right place, and he could be worthy of the name of an excellent reporter.

The atmosphere in the common room that night was as lively as a Quidditch victory. Harry became the hero of Gryffindor once again, surrounded by three layers inside and outside, reliving the interview experience over and over again.

"Can't you just take a day off and join them in the celebration?" Hermione persuaded when she saw Fanny get up.

"There's no shortage of me there. There's no waiting, man." Fanny smiled.

"You have to be careful, those injuries will accumulate and become very serious."

"Yes, yes." Fanny agreed with all her mouth, glanced at the crowd and couldn't help but say, "Harry is really amazing, it's not easy to relive that experience..."

"I've always thought Harry was one of the most amazing people I've ever known."

"One of them? Who is he next to him? Lockhart?" Fanny couldn't help laughing when she thought of Hermione in the second year. Besides, she really didn't see Hermione express anything beyond the normal level to anyone. appreciation.

"If I could, I would definitely cast a vanishing spell on your language ability." Hermione also stood up and glanced over there dissatisfied. "Then I'll go back to sleep. There is simply no way to concentrate here."

Harry's big head looked down across the common room, screaming "Umbridge go eat shit".

Fanny stepped out of the portrait hole, leaving the uproar behind.

In the middle of the moon, apart from the howling of beasts from time to time in the Forbidden Forest, only the sound of hitting the ball echoed.

After every few crisp shots, there will be a muffled sound, which is the sound of the Bludger hitting the human body.But the sound of hitting the ball never stopped, and there was no hesitation.

Draco stood at the entrance of the stadium and quietly watched the figure under the moonlight. The dark robe allowed her to blend into the night perfectly. Only a head of half-length hair shimmered, moving like a distant shooting star.

The steering was awkward, the height change was not decisive enough, and the ball wobbled a lot when hitting the ball... In just 5 minutes of watching, Draco picked out seven or eight kinds of problems.She had quick reflexes and an accurate shot, but apparently had no flair for flying.

He had known from flying lessons in first grade that despite her high marks in the final exam, he could tell from the way she held her broom handle tightly with both hands that she could fly fast through the air, but never Wouldn't make a good Quidditch player either.

She didn't have a tacit understanding with broomsticks. When Draco heard that she had become Gryffindor's batsman, Draco's first reaction was funny-has Gryffindor's lack of people already reached this level?

Then he didn't laugh, he remembered what happened when she was determined to be good at something she wasn't good at.Quidditch is not like sitting at a table in stinging clothes and learning to be a good baby, a hundred feet above the ground, seven hostile opponents plus two balls that can break the bridge of the players' noses at any time, who knows what will happen ?

Sure enough, she fell off the broom, twice, by hitting the ball with both hands while diving.Fortunately, the height is not too high.When she got up from the ground for the second time, she sat on the ground and covered her head, with the familiar silver light shining through her fingers.

The score at that time was 230 to [-], and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Gryffindor had already lost.

If it were him, or any Slytherin, he would choose to leave for treatment.Now that the ending is doomed, it is better to recover yourself as soon as possible and prepare for the next victory chase.

She wiped the blood from her head before all rushed to her side, and waved to indicate that she was fine.

Applause flooded in from the sea of ​​gold and red, and she climbed onto the broom with one immobile arm, and he saw the expression on her face, unshakably calm.He nearly knocked her out.

Are you so eager to win?

He knows not.The girl's physical weakness forces her to use her whole body's strength every time she hits the ball, and her poor sense of balance during flight will be prominently exposed at that moment.Her use of wandless magic is unrivaled among the students, as long as she uses a little bit on her arms, she can make up for the weakness of lack of strength, leaving her with a lot of leeway.But she was useless until the last 3 minutes, when she was exhausted and could only use one hand.

She couldn't be stupid enough not to think about it.

But it's hard to say.

He knew her, so he couldn't predict her thoughts and actions.

She broke almost every school rule within two years of entering school, she seemed to ignore the rules, but when it came to the critical moment, she refused to go beyond the rules; she knew how to use strategies, but she would always think she was a smart person when he was about to think Sometimes she does dumb things that are jaw-droppingly stupid; she looks as righteous as a Gryffindor, but doesn't say a word of blame when he expresses the opposite; There is no taboo in the past tense of being at the bottom of society.

Her principles change from time to time, her behavior is irregular.

He admits to being uneasy about it.

The sound of hitting the ball is still echoing on the court, one after another.

Stupid, stubborn, reckless, ignorant, overconfident... he chanted these voices in his mind.

The people over there shot back at a distance: cowardly, old-fashioned, stuck in place, smart-witted, old-fashioned from centuries ago.

Later, he stopped talking, so he saw the aloofness of the eagle, the concentration of the cheetah, the strength of the tiger, the agility of the antelope, and the wisdom of the primate.

He wished he could use his life so wantonly.

With a dive and a two-handed swing, she fell off the broom again.As soon as the tumbling stopped, she drew her wand and caught the Bludger flying towards the front door, obviously skilled at such situations; but she fell hard enough to turn around in time to deal with the Bludger that smashed into the back of the head. ball.

Fanny shielded her face with her arms and was surprised to see the ball stop a foot away.

"You just can't give up, can you?" Draco's tone and gait came from the entrance with a restrained idleness.

"Hmm... I guess that belongs to talent." Fanny simply put away her wand and lay on her back on the court.

"I think you're as good at this as you are at flying." Draco stepped closer, looking down at her.

"Exactly." Fanny looked at him "at the same level", "What's the matter, Malfoy? Are you looking for inspiration for the creation of 'Sanchez Is Our King'?"

"I want to talk to you."

"But I don't want to talk to you." Fanny rolled away and moved away from him, "It's a pity that such a beautiful moon was wasted."

"Really, that's fine." Draco lay down on the spot where she had just rolled away, "So?"

Fanny sat up, frowning, "...you bumped your head?"

Draco didn't answer, lying down as gracefully and comfortably as possible, but the position itself made him uncomfortable.

"Whatever you want." After saying that, Fanny lay down again, and rolled away again.

The moon was full and bright, and Fanny remembered that somewhere Lupine was suffering from being a werewolf.She moved to the side again, so that the floating Bludger happened to completely block the full moon.The shadow of the Bludger trembled slightly, obviously struggling to break free from the shackles of the spell. Fanny's face was buried in its shadow. As long as it succeeded, it could reach the center of Fanny's face within half a second.

"Astoria." Draco's voice came from out of the shadows.

Fanny leisurely reached out and poked the ball.

"Astoria Greengrass, that's the girl you said I've taken a fancy to." Draco continued.

"Beautiful blonde noble girl." Fanny drew her hands back and pillowed her head.

"My parents put her last because she has a strong tendency to be a traitor of the blood." Draco was unaffected.

"The traitor of the bloodline," Fanny repeated.

"She blatantly refuted the notion of pure-bloods, accused Muggle-teasing, and was the only Slytherin to take a Muggle Studies course. She was very unpopular in our House."

"Ah, a delightful child."

"My parents wouldn't have thought of her at all, but I've been trying to talk them out of their old ideas lately, maybe they think Astoria is more acceptable to them than a non-pure blood girl. I chose her as a dance partner and they thought I I like her better."

"That's good." Fanny got up and took out her wand, ready to continue the practice just now.

"But they don't know, I chose her because she is like you." Draco also got up, and he turned Fanny's face to make her look directly at him, "There is always only one person I want to invite, and that is you .”

The gray eyes were very hot, and Fanny looked at them without avoiding them.

"I didn't know it then, but it's clear to me now. I won't have any girl by my side but you."

"...Aha."

"Those trainings, if you don't want to do it, don't do it; those books, if you don't want to read it, don't read it. Just leave everything to me. I will convince my parents, I will ask your family members, and I will let the whole world do it for you. Let's bless together."

"...Aha."

Draco waited for a while, Fanny looked at him in a daze.

"...'Aha'? What kind of reaction is that?" Draco lost his temper.

"No...it's just that the Bludger is about to hit you on the back of the head. I think it's better for you to finish talking as soon as possible."

"I..." Draco tried his best to restrain himself, turned around and grabbed the goddamned Bludger that was already shaking a lot, pressed it firmly into the box on the side of the court with all his strength, took the leather bag buckle.

Fanny snapped another Bludger beside him, checking her watch. "Well, it's getting late, I still have to sleep for a while."

Draco closed the box, gasping for breath.

"There is one more thing, let me see how to finish it..." Fanny folded her arms and said to herself, "Forget it, that's it."

She leaned over and tiptoed to kiss Draco on the cheek.

Draco reacted immediately, and pulled Fanny into his arms and kissed her lips. Fanny responded eagerly, and the two embraced and shook slightly.After a long time, they separated slightly, and Fanny leaned against Draco's arms panting.

"I guess we've made up, Mr. Slytherin."

"Hmm." Draco responded simply, hugging Fanny.

"You know? I've always wanted to realize the way you appeared in my dream, and today's timing is very good."

"...Huh?" Draco stiffened.

"But I got hit by those Bludgers probably hundreds of times in the last few hours, and now I'm in pain all over, so it's okay. By the way, where you put your right hand seems to be pressing My broken rib."

"..." Draco immediately let go of Fanny and took two steps back.

Fanny looked at him with a smile, not intending to break her ribs at all, the moonlight cast a blue halo in her eyes.

"It's okay, just charge some interest first." Draco smiled.

The two shadows in the silver glow merged again, and everything was completely silent.

"... Firenze?" Fanny looked at the centaur who appeared in surprise.

"Fanny." Firenze greeted Fanny calmly.

It was not easy for Fanny to act as calm as he was.If you want to wander in the Forbidden Forest, you will inevitably break into the territory of the centaur. Judging from the impression she has left on the previous encounters with the centaur, they don't even bother to step into the human domain, unless it is a declaration of war.

But now a centaur wandering alone in the corridors of Hogwarts is really unusual, even if Firenze is the most pacifist centaur Fanny has ever seen, and he has a black horseshoe on his chest bruises.

"I accepted Mr. Dumbledore's invitation to come to Hogwarts as a divination teacher." Firenze explained unhurriedly.

When did the centaurs willingly share the knowledge of divination with humans?Fanny's jaw had a faint tendency to dislocate.

"Uh... welcome. But do the other Centaurs agree that you share your unique knowledge with humans?" Fanny asked.

"No. For this I was expelled by my kind." Firenze remained calm.

"...I'm sorry." Fanny was a little tongue-tied.

It was always difficult for her to speak when facing Firenze, and those transparent blue eyes seemed to be able to see everything clearly.The centaurs have gone farther than any other race in predicting the future. Unlike Dumbledore's sharpness, Firenze gave her the feeling of "knowing".He can see through the centuries, and calmly regard this as normal, which makes Fanny feel small.

"In short, you are very welcome to Hogwarts. Please bear with me if my classmate says something rude. You know, most human beings have a tendency to be human, and they will reject those who are different from themselves."

"The same is true for the centaur. No matter which ethnic group you are in, there are always very few people like you." Firenze said.

"Thank you. Why did you accept Dumbledore's invitation?"

"For the war to come. My kind stick to the traditional spectator approach, and I, when necessary, will stand with humanity to avert the greatest catastrophe."

"As a human being, I sincerely express my gratitude to you." Fanny bowed formally.

"This is also for the sake of the centaurs. We have been standing still for too long." Firenze nodded towards Fanny, "Are you Hagrid's friend?"

The topic jumped a little too fast, Fanny froze for a moment. "Not really, Harry, Ron and Hermione have the best relationship with Hagrid."

"Harry Potter, I've seen him." Firenze nodded, "Goodbye, Fanny."

It's really no nonsense.After saying goodbye to Firenze, Fanny continued to walk towards the auditorium, while thinking that the school's teaching staff, werewolves, giants and centaurs, had all appeared, and wondered if Dumbledore would hire a vampire or something next.

Fanny didn't know that Trelawney was expelled from Firenze last night until she started eating lunch. It seemed that she was a bit out of touch with normal campus life.

Parvati's eyes lit up when he mentioned the "handsome horse man", which meant a forbidden love.Fanny said in her heart that she hoped that she just wanted to find a handsome guy for fun this time as usual, otherwise she could only ask Merlin to bless her.

Don't talk about the future, just focus on conquering Firenze itself, Fanny herself is too lazy to think about it.

But at least before June, Parvati obviously won't have much time to study how to catch a centaur's heart. The homework of the fifth grade students is already beyond control, and the teachers emphasize that the sound of the approaching exam is like a hammer They seemed to be beating their heads. Since March, several students have received Madam Pomfrey's tranquilizers.

Easter is just around the corner, and with exams approaching, this holiday is usually a hectic one, and few people go home for the holidays.Still, the fifth graders looked forward to the breather it would give them.

Fanny's "noble training" has been temporarily or perhaps permanently interrupted for no other reason than she has no intention of retiring from the Gryffindor team.Insisting on high-intensity exercise still has some benefits. The pressure can be vented. A good body enables her to better adapt to the overload of the brain. At least she has not yet experienced symptoms of nervous tension.

Of course, this may also be because she lacked that nerve for tension.

Draco was not very happy about this, but he obviously had nothing to do with Fanny, so he had to show up at the training site every now and then to relentlessly verbally attack him, and La Fanny took a halftime break.

Of course, medicine is indispensable, but his medicine has to be ranked behind the other big bottles. As early as Fanny participated in the first Quidditch game in her life, Hermione prepared a lot of internal and external medicines for her. Make sure she survives to the final.

A few days before Easter, the dorms were empty again.Fanny was used to this kind of scene for a long time, put down her things, tied her hair with a ribbon, and went out the door.

Now she didn't have to worry about slipping in and out, or smuggling balls and brooms out of Mrs Hooch's shed.After asking about the source of the bruise on Fanny's arm in a Transfiguration class, Maggot approved Fanny's use of the Quidditch field and related equipment before midnight every day, and since then she has looked at Fanny much more kindly.

Diligence can make up for weakness. Fanny's golf skills have improved greatly in the past month. Although it is incomparable with the twins, it has at least reached the passing line of the substitute level.Compared to Slobber, who is still knocked out by her own bat, Fanny's performance is enough to win the praise of other players—by the way, she did not understand how Slobber did it after making gestures several times .

Umbridge banned the twins and Harry for life, but not from broomsticks.After Fanny awakened the dreamer, Fred and George took turns to give Fanny special training, and they also had half of the credit for Fanny's progress.

Originally, Fanny wanted Lucy to help, but thinking that the final was Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw, it was impossible for her to help the opponent train the players, so she gave up.

Now that Magna had promised Magna, it was better to keep her promise. Looking at the watch that originally belonged to Benjamin, the pointer had already pointed to midnight, so Fanny pulled out her wand to fix the Bludger, and then landed to collect the ball.

Just as she was thinking about going to the kitchen to eat something, Fanny heard a dull explosion above her head.

The funny thing is, Fanny realized that her first reaction was: Is there something wrong with the experiment of the two brothers again?

When I looked up, I saw that the castle was the same as usual, all the teachers were dark, and only the faint light from the lights in the corridor showed through.No shattered glass or sudden flashes of fire.

Fred and George are planning to grab Dr. Philip's business recently, and all the hands are dangerous explosives.In return for their help with the training, Fanny helped the twins add counter-spells of various commonly used spells to their test subjects.The first tests were done in the Room of Requirement in the middle of the night, and it worked out pretty well, and with a few tweaks it was ready for sale.

But it's not surprising that a small problem becomes a big problem when it hits these two treasures.

Feeling that the explosion should have occurred above the fifth floor, Fanny ran up the stairs quickly, she thought it was better to confirm their safety.

As soon as she reached the fourth floor, the sound of heavy footsteps came from above her head, and Fanny quickly dodged behind a piece of armor.

A man with gray and white short hair rushed down at lightning speed holding his wand, looked around professionally at the stairs, and Fanny shrank her head back.

Then there were two footsteps and a gasping sound, and Fanny ventured a little side of her head to peek, and saw Umbridge running down comically, her stubby wand raised, exhausted.Behind him was a dark-skinned man with a reliable face, following behind Umbridge evenly.

how to say?Umbridge was sandwiched between these two men like a small basin, no, a canyon.

Fanny retracted her head again, suppressing a smile.

"Have you found anything?" A steady voice said.

"No trace of Dumbledore was found." The answerer said gruffly.

"That's impossible! You can't apparate in the castle!" Umbridge usually likes to put on a cute little girl's voice, but now she sounds like a toad with a cold, "continue !"

So the footsteps went downstairs again.

Fanny is simply inexplicable, not to mention the absurdity of chasing Dumbledore at Hogwarts itself, she was hidden behind the armor a few steps away and was ignored, just trying to catch Dumbledore ?

But now is obviously not a good time to inquire. Fanny kept an eye out and chose a hidden path to go upstairs and return to the dormitory, intending to inquire about the news tomorrow.Anyway, portraits and ghosts always know something.