Wild child

The cold days are over, and the warm spring is also passing by. The field is green everywhere, making people feel refreshed.

For Hogwarts, the single most important event that time has brought about is the Quidditch final.Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw, this game undoubtedly greatly mobilized the enthusiasm of the teachers and students of the whole school.

The prelude to this pivotal game is still the same: students from the two colleges intimidate the opposing team in the hallway; chants against individual players are rehearsed loudly as they walk by; Rush into the bathroom to vomit.

The two lyrics of "Weasley is our King" alternately played in the hallway, causing Ron to vomit more frequently.Fanny put more chocolates in her pocket than usual, and when she saw a team member plunge into the toilet, she waited outside for them to come out and hand a piece.This move was quickly imitated by some girls, and besides food, they also provided extremely gentle greetings.

The gambling is going on in full swing in the dark, and everyone can gamble on the difference between winning and losing rankings. I don’t know whether it is due to internal or external factors. Most of these illegal activities involving underage wizards have been tacitly approved by the professors. There is a gossip that Sla Ghorn acted as bookmaker.

Gryffindor must get a lead of more than 300 points to win the championship, which is almost impossible.But it is well known that Gryffindor is an unstable aggregate and an upset hotspot, so the voice is still very high. Fanny learned from Deanna that the number of people who bet on Gryffindor to win is almost the same as those who bet on Gryffindor to be last.

As for Fanny herself, she was not in the mood to participate in the gamble.

The happiness of the happy partner and the sadness of the sad partner sounded nasty and silly, but she really couldn't think of anything to describe her current state.

After that promised meeting, Draco had never been alone with Fanny, and he had never responded to Fanny's invitation with coins.

Draco always avoided her eyes when they met by chance on campus.Fanny felt that the word "on the verge of collapse" was suitable for him at this time, and she never thought that Draco would show such obvious fear and helplessness.

Worst of all, Draco hadn't even tried to avoid the possibility of talking to her.She had thought about finding an opportunity to stop him from asking, but Draco obviously knew her too well to be alone on all occasions where he would meet her.After trying several times, Fanny gave up. She must not be happy about what he was planning.

The answer may be right in front of her eyes, but she doesn't see it, hear it, or think about it.

After entering May, Fanny suffered from insomnia very rarely.

She has always believed that she has the "quality of a soldier" in Benjamin's words, and she can fall asleep anytime and anywhere, especially after she is proficient in the Occlumency Technique.However, when she was lying in bed recently, Draco's pale face and Dumbledore's blackened hands kept coming to her mind, which made her sleepless and exhausted every day.

No matter which scene it is, it feels terrible to her.

Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.

If it is said that Fanny's feeling has been at a trough recently, what happened a few days before the final made her fall into a certain ant hole at the bottom of the valley.

The news that Harry attacked Draco with black magic and seriously injured him spread to everyone within a meal. The Gryffindors were extremely indignant, but most of their indignation was due to the fact that the Quidditch captain was imprisoned Not being able to play Saturday's game was not what Harry had done in itself.

Fortunately, because this incident aroused public outrage in Gryffindor, Fanny's indifferent attitude towards Harry seemed less suspicious.

"Harry didn't know the effect of that spell at all, and Malfoy was planning to use the Unforgivable Curse on him at the time." Hermione walked over and said to Fanny who was sitting far away at the other end of the common room, "because Snape Come on, now Malfoy is fine."

"Would the first thing you think of in an emergency be a spell you don't even know the effect of?" Fanny looked at the page without looking up, "He hates Draco."

"He is! But you know Harry, he would never use dark magic on others on purpose!"

"He's already done that. If you're obsessed with a spell you don't know the effect on, aren't scraps of paper, tables, chairs, walls a better test subject than another? Unless you're telling me that the Savior is so stupid that a giant squid Not as good."

"He's a little... lacking in mind in this regard, but you know he's not someone who would take the initiative to hurt others."

"Come on." Fanny beckoned to Hermione, but Hermione hesitated and sat closer to Fanny.

"I don't care who Harry Potter is, that's none of my business. Let me tell you, Draco - my boyfriend - is lying in the school hospital right now, and he's the one who caused it." Fanny whispered very clearly, "So, stay away from me, Granger. I'm a witch, but that doesn't mean I've given up on my old skills. Don't make me beat you two."

The swearing, coupled with the long-deactivated word "Granger", was enough to make Hermione realize the seriousness of the situation, and it was not just a verbal threat to vent her anger, so she quickly moved away from Fanny, a dangerous product.

Although Hermione was driven away by the harsh words, Fanny listened to her words.Hermione didn't lie, if the facts were as she said, then the treatment of Harry now—the most important thing is the major blow caused by not being able to participate in the competition itself—has been considered reasonable.After all, no spell can be miscalculated to protect oneself, and unintentional mistakes are finally a mitigating factor.

In theory, using the Unforgivable Curse on people is enough to be thrown into Azkaban for a lifetime. To some extent, Harry saved Draco.If Harry had been dealt with openly and seriously, the unfinished spell wouldn't have done Draco any good.

No, why does she need to analyze rationally at this time!Harry hurt Draco, he should have cast the same spell on him a few times before being expelled from school!

Impulse is the devil, and after the excitement, Fanny found helplessly that she had to restore the ripped-out pages herself.

Fortunately, Hermione didn't exclaim, "Ah, Malfoy is your boyfriend now", otherwise she might really be unable to restrain herself.It's one thing to have incredible insight, but it's not so good to have "I know" written all over your face all day long.She didn't bother to ask Hermione how she found out that her boyfriend candidate hadn't changed, and she was thankful that Hermione didn't blame her for lying.

Besides, looking at her handling of her emotional problems with Ron, Fanny was too embarrassed to say that she was a smart person.

Regarding what happened, Fanny's understanding mainly comes from the bad things Parkinson said everywhere, and I don't know how many times she distorted it.Even though she knew this, she still had a hard time resisting the urge to fix Harry with her bare hands, which was why she didn't gather around the group to listen to the facts.

Anyway, it was a certainty that Harry had injured Draco, and Hogwarts would be closed if another attack occurred, so it would be wise to stay away from Harry for the sake of learning.

That night, Fanny took another night tour after a long absence, and the secret passages were still familiar, but the security measures in the castle were several times stricter than before this year. If it wasn't for Peeves' help, she would almost be caught by McGonagall.Finally, there was no danger, she stumbled to the school hospital, and quickly found Draco's ward.

Draco was sleeping soundly on the hospital bed, the white of the bandage was exposed from the neckline of the hospital gown, and his breath smelled of tranquilizers.Fingertips slid across the gauze on his right cheek, Draco seemed to be conscious, turned his face slightly and rubbed gently.

Fanny paused, her stiff expression softening.She simply put her whole hand on the left side of Draco's face, taking advantage of it with the palm of her hand and the back of her hand - anyway, God knows what I don't know.

It feels cool, smooth and soft to the touch. Although this guy is so thin that his jaw can be used as a chisel, his skin is really good.

Draco frowned suddenly, and Fanny withdrew her hand, thinking for a moment that she had scratched someone's face too rough.

Then Draco's entire face was almost contorted, and he unconsciously babbled and trembled with fear: "No...please...give me a little more time..."

The body under the sheet moved a few times, as if trying to get rid of the heavy pressure on his body.

The fear that even potions can't erase, what the hell are you doing, Draco?

Fanny remembered Harry's words: There is a Death Eater on campus.

Unexpectedly, Fanny gently lifted the quilt from Draco.If it weren't for this state of mind, she would probably laugh at herself for how inappropriate her current actions are.

In sleep, Draco's left hand was still protecting the cuff of his right hand, and Fanny pulled that hand away with some effort, and rolled up the sleeve of his right arm.

Spit out the snake's skeleton, in the dim light, the contrast between the dark mark and the white arm is eye-catching, piercing Fanny's eyes.

Fanny put Draco's hand back to its original position, covered him with a sheet, turned and left.

Well, she wasn't surprised by that, but there was no sleep tonight.

Draco, mission.Draco, mission.Fanny strolled leisurely, watching the place where she had wandered countless times through the window that was covered with old dirt.She probably seemed laid back, but if someone used Legilimency on her right now, they would probably be traumatized by the screams in Fanny's head.

The venue at night was as silent as a photo coated with a layer of silver light by the moonlight. Fanny just observed it from different floors and different angles.When her eyes swept over the light and the edge of the shadow belonging to the Forbidden Forest for countless times, Fanny saw a small black shadow move.

She squinted her eyes and stopped to take a closer look. It was... a horse?

No, a centaur—there's only one of them.

Fanny wasn't in the mood to meddle in other people's business at all, and then she changed her mind and thought it would be better to distract her attention, so she went down the stairs and walked towards the figure.

It was rare for Firenze to look up at the stars tonight. He looked down at the grass in front of him, and he was so absorbed that Fanny didn't notice when she was within three feet of him.

In common human language, he is in a daze.

Fanny wasn't sure if this was yet another epiphany by the centaurs, so she watched from a distance of three feet.Light and shadow framed the delicate contours of Firenze's face, and there was at least a little bit of Parvati's right that this was a handsome centaur.

Looking back, Fanny still held the wand in her robe with her right hand, with the tip of the wand facing him.

Under the current situation, any abnormal phenomenon is worthy of high vigilance, but the compound decoction can't affect the centaur, even if he is passive, it can only be a spell like the Imperius Curse.The disadvantage of this type of spell is that the person under control reacts a little slower. Fanny is almost handy when using silent spells, and if there is any change, she can definitely make a surprise attack.

If someone uses the Transfiguration Charm to transform into Firenze... don't say anything, she will accept her fate.Even a person with half the normal IQ would prefer to choose Hagrid—not to mention anything else, it's too dedicated to grow two legs.

Fortunately, there is no doubt that it is Firenze himself.He finally discovered Fanny's existence, omitting the step of surprise and all unnecessary greetings and questions, he nodded towards Fanny, and greeted Fanny with the brevity unique to the centaur: "Fanny."

"Firenz." Fanny also nodded.

After Firenze turned his face, the unusualness of him became more obvious tonight.Those blue eyes were different from the transparency that knew everything in the past, and seemed a little confused.

He looked extraordinarily human.

"Would you like to tell me what happened?" Fanny asked.

Firenze didn't answer for a moment, then looked down at his lawn again.After training for more than half a year, Fanny still had the basic standing skills. She stood there for a while, and just when she was about to change her body's center of gravity, Firenze spoke.

"It's all meaningless."

Fanny choked for a moment, and didn't know how to answer this question—why did she suddenly sigh so sharply...

However, the biggest advantage of talking to a centaur is that you don't need to try every means to figure out how to answer the conversation. Now that you have opened your mouth, Firenze can say all the rest in one breath.

"I've been wondering all this time, what is the point of the wisdom that the centaurs boast? We know the laws of the stars, we can read the instructions of fate from the distribution of moss on tree stumps and the smoke of dandelion burning, and then we follow The ancient commandment never to divulge and interfere. We knew how things were going to turn out, and looked at the skies to let humans and other creatures go on the expected trajectory, and be complacent about it. But if knowing doesn't make a difference , cannot lead to salvation, so what is the difference between knowing and not knowing?"

Knowing and not knowing are of course different.Whether it can bring about change or not, as long as she can choose, she will definitely understand, no matter how painful and confused those things make her.Fanny came to a conclusion in her mind almost immediately, but seeing that Firenze hadn't finished speaking, she was not in a hurry to express her opinion.

Firenze raised his head and looked at the slightly sparse stars in the moonlight, "I can see the trend of history from the sky, but I don't have the power to interfere. I want the stars to answer the doubts in my life, but I am in the vast The universe is as insignificant as an ant, unaffected by the operation of the planets, and cannot gain any enlightenment from it. Since wisdom cannot function, what is there to boast about?"

"Hmm... have you encountered anything that made you feel confused recently?" Fanny asked.

"I don't know..." Firenze shook his head, "I just... I can't stop thinking about her."

Oh, man. Fanny almost fell to the ground.

"She has been by my side and supported me since I got here last year. There was never any sign that a human girl was going to come into my life, but she showed up, always so caring, intelligent, understanding Love, and that incomparable beauty... I think she is a gift given to me by fate, and I don't know if I am qualified to accept such a gift."

"...What is the name of this human girl?".

Horse people don't like those words that start with "Doyoumind...". In their opinion, the meaning of this sentence at the beginning is actually "Whether you mind or not, I still have to say...", which just reflects the human spirit. Hypocrisy and arrogance.Therefore, Fanny's questions were straight to the point, asking whatever came to her mind.

"Parvati Patil." When he said this name, Firenze's face showed a strange brilliance, and his voice was so gentle that he was cautious--this change was so familiar to Fanny.

If someone says that Parvati and Lavender are smart, that Snape is cute, that Umbridge is kind, and that she, Fanny, is weak and unprotective, that's just a fact.

"I...I don't know how to tell you this tactfully, Firenze." Fanny took a deep breath, "I think you're in love."

"Love." After a pause, Firenze's tone was calm and confused, "In the centaur society, we all think that 'love' is a redundant step before human reproduction, and a sign of backward human civilization. She told me She loves me, but we can't..."

"How do you centaurs decide who to 'breed' with?" Fanny couldn't help herself, and asked.

"The smoke from the burning mallow indicates our soul mate," says Firenze.

This is really a long experience.

Next, Fanny learned that the horse people believed in the theory that destiny is impermanent, and each individual soul is as small as seaweed, and the souls destined to meet and contact at different times are also different.In other words, there is no fixed relationship between husband and wife in the horse community at all, and those behaviors that humans call "pursuing love" are all regarded as violating the destiny. For this reason, there are not a few bitter mandarin ducks who died unjustly or were exiled-maybe this also explains This explains why the Ma people are still confined to the small world of the Forbidden Forest for so many centuries.

Without passion, there is no enthusiasm for reproduction; without reproduction, there is no need to expand.

After figuring out the root of the racial generation gap, Fanny scratched her head for a while: It is obviously a huge project to let Firenze understand the essence of this useless behavior, aside from the fact that she has no talent in preaching, Love is something that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. How can people say it?

Besides, this is a problem in itself.

Even though it was a chaotic era where the day and night were never to be considered, as long as people did not die, life would still pass.

How do you say that? ——Birds and fish can love each other, but where will they build their love nest together?

Riverside.

Hogwarts is a riverside, this idea flowed into Fanny's mind.There is no place in the entire wizarding world that is more inclusive than here, where there are so-called "decent wizards", but also half-blood giants, werewolves, centaurs, peeves and paid elves.All this controversial existence is the source of her pride in this place.

Anyway, Parvati's attitude is very clear, and it's up to them to decide whether it's good or not.After thinking so much, Fanny's final decision is still—let nature take its course.

Very effortless and very Fanny Sanchez.

One hour she found out that her boyfriend was a Death Eater, and the next hour she had to contribute to an unrealistically romantic love story. When Fanny spoke, she only felt that Merlin was dancing a hula dance in the air with his beard twitching.

"Do you want her to breed with other boys...?"

Firenze considered for a moment, "No."

"Someone wants to hurt her, what do you think?"

Firenze thought for a moment, "I won't let it happen where I can see it, unless it kills me first."

"When you mention her, what do you want most?"

Firenze thought for a moment, "I want her to keep looking at me."

Ouch, this answer hits the mark.

By the way, has this buddy ever made a quick and easy decision?Every answer is thoughtful, and there is no doubt about the reliability of the answer, but this is too unlikely for a lover.

"Do you want to...breed with her?" Fanny really hated this word, every time she uttered it, she felt like biting her tongue.

Firenze thought about it for a long time this time, "I'm...not sure. She's not my soul mate, and I shouldn't be doing this. But it's hard for me to stop thinking about how wonderful it is."

A stubborn mind kills the individual.While Fanny shook her head and sighed, she thought of another person who also had innate constraints and was unable to act recklessly.

"That's a little thought, but not enough." Fanny concluded.

Firenze looked at Fanny and said nothing, but she was not angry either.

"I suggest, forget about the smoke from the fragrant mallow." Fanny spread her hands, "Since you can't find the answer from the experience of the centaur, then try the human method, such as letting your own soul find a mate by itself — At least we have far more experience than the centaurs in this matter. When you want enough, know what humans usually do? — Justdoit.”

"But if she..."

"Tell her how you feel, ask her how she feels. If you want it and she doesn't, let her want it, or wait. It's not the end of the world if what she wants is someone else. Already How do you horse people describe this kind of thing as doing everything you can and not getting the desired result?"

"Fate does not allow it."

"That's what it says."

"But she is a human being." Firenze probably remembered that this sentence was suspected of being racially discriminatory, and quickly added: "I mean, your culture will not allow..."

"First of all, for now, this matter only needs the permission of the two of you." Fanny wrenched Firenze's fingers, "Secondly, we also have a saying called 'There is a will there is away (Where there is a will, there is a way)'; In the end, how do you know that it's 'forbidden by fate' if you haven't tried all the possibilities - if the reason is the smoke of the fragrant mallow, then there is nothing to say."

Firenze looked at Fanny again without saying a word, so focused that Fanny wondered if he was planning to move on.

"Thank you, Fanny," said the centaur.

The next day after a sleepless night, Fanny thought about it and decided not to bring up the fact that Firenze had been tempted by Parvati. It is better for them to figure out their own affairs.

And looking at the girl's peachy face, you can tell that she also understands that she is proud of her love.

I don’t know if Firenze knows that this clever girl spent too much time listening to him explaining the smoke of the fragrant mallow, and imagined that he used too much brain, owed homework to the verge of confinement, and her grades have dropped to the verge of repeating—presumably Par Varty didn't mind staying at Hogwarts for a few more years at all.

Parvati's favorite whisperer has recently changed from Lavender to Amelia because - to the relief of everyone around Ron - Lavender and Ron have finally broken up, heartbroken. When I mention □□, I shed tears.The reason seems to be that Hermione went to Ron's dormitory, and when the two came down together, they were caught by Lavender.

Fanny personally thinks this should be just an inducement, after all, the whole dormitory knows that Hermione doesn't shy away from going to the boys' dormitory.As far as she knew, Ron had wanted to break up with Lavender for some time.

Hermione would go to the boys' dormitory to steal the forbidden fruit, even if she was killed, she wouldn't believe it.However, Hermione has always looked like a spring breeze recently, for sure, and she is another winner in love.

Seeing Amelia being pulled by Parvati to recall every moment of contact with Firenze, Fanny noticed that Amelia looked in a bad mood while feeling sympathetic.

Looking back, Fanny also noticed that Amelia seemed to have been estranged from her in the months since the Christmas holidays.

Could it be that Xiao Shi doesn't even have this bit of common sense, and he kept saying "Fanny BALABALA" when he was making out with Amelia... Thinking about it, it seems like he would do such a careless thing.

Isn't there any boy around her who is not short-hearted?

Fanny felt that she should write a letter to Smith and talk about it, and then remembered that this was the second incident she was going to speak in two days——she hadn’t solved her own problem yet, so why was there no one else? Advise her?

This is the so-called happy family and sad family.

Then came the Quidditch final.

Before the game, Fanny, who thought she was "worried about her family", spent another sleepless night and made a decision under the weight of dark circles under her eyes.She's missing that long-awaited game for a conversation she's not looking forward to at all.