[Deha] World Starlight

Leigh had been standing in front of the Gryffindor long table watching their happy quarrel, and suddenly felt envious of looking at the Gryffindor Iron Triangle from the perspective of a stranger. Only students from the same school can feel this way from this perspective.

He thought it was a good time, so he took out the three boxes of chocolate frogs that he had prepared a long time ago and kept in his pocket for a day, and handed them to them.

"Here," he said, his left hand in his pocket was sweating a little, "Don't dislike the new school gift, this is the only one I have in my pocket now... although it was given to me by Neville."

"Oh, Chocolate Frog. Thank you Harry." Hermione took the three little boxes Harry handed her over, and then gave them to Neville and Ron.

Neville opened most of the gold-striped cartons and smiled feebly.

"Thank you, Harry. I've been collecting wizard cards." Neville grabbed the chocolate frog that jumped out of the box and put it into his mouth, then took out the remaining card in the box, "I hope this It will be Agrippa, I..."

"It's Dumbledore again," he said, "the first time I was—"

Harry kept staring at Neville, seeing that he had turned the wizard card in his hand so that it was facing upside down, and Neville's eyes seemed to be glued to it at the moment.

He gasped, stared at the back of the card, then looked up at Ron and Hermione.

"I've found him!" Harry heard him whisper, "Nicole Flamel! I said I'd seen that name somewhere before - it was on a wizard card - I collected almost A whole set of wizard cards! I will take it out every time I have time...Merlin, why didn’t I think of it earlier.”

After Neville finished speaking, Hermione grabbed his arm: "I'm sorry Harry, the sudden situation... Let's talk next time." Hermione grabbed Ron again.

Harry showed a kind smile that he found them very interesting: "Then goodbye."

In fact, I would be more happy to see this result.

Watching Harry walk towards the Slytherin table, Draco looked away from Gryffindor.

"What's wrong?" he asked Harry, who had just sat down.

"Hmm." Harry thought for a while before answering him, "I don't know, maybe they suddenly realized that there is an unfinished homework of several hundred feet..."

Draco twitched the corner of his mouth, watched Harry pick up a piece of egg sandwich, and finally couldn't help asking: "The homework of hundreds of feet must be written until graduation? Which professor would keep such homework..."

"Who knows." Harry mumbled, taking a bite of his sandwich, "Gryffindor doesn't have all of our classes with us." Harry forked another baked potato.

It's the same class even if you don't have classes together.

Draco thought so, but sensibly didn't say it.

It was the last night before the end of the holidays, and everyone who went home from the holidays was back at school, and most of them were in the dining room for dinner, and so were the Slytherins.

So when they watched Harry with a schadenfreude look on his face after a long and pleasant chat at the Gryffindor table, he returned to Slytherin and sat next to Draco... ready to watch the show , but they didn't expect things to develop in a direction they couldn't understand.

Pansy suddenly felt that she couldn't understand the words "what's wrong" and "who knows".

Merlin, can you tell them what happened during the Christmas holidays! ! !

——This is the voice of all the Slytherin students returning home from vacation.

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"Yesterday is a history, tomorrow is a mystery; today is a gift. That'swhy it's called the present."

People can't live in the past, the past has become history; people can't live in the future, the future is still very mysterious; today is the only real reality we can grasp!

——Animated film "Kung Fu Panda"

Then I will ask for leave from Friday, and it should be until next weekend... Xiaoba, I am not very sure, because the matter to be dealt with has not yet been determined.

Suddenly I can't imagine how much homework I will have when I come back a week later, tears in my eyes.

In fact, I have to do a lot of homework tomorrow...

See you in a week (≧▽≦o)

☆、Mirror of Erised III

It seemed that everything went a little smoother once Neville and the others discovered who Nicole Flamel was, and knew the secret behind the name that had bothered them for so long, and what was under the trapdoor.Except that Ron was told by his brothers that Snape would be the referee for the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff Quidditch match not long after.

After that previous Quidditch encounter (though Neville thought it was quite amusing), Ron and Hermione agreed that Snape was mean to him, and have now speculated that it was due to the Philosopher's Stone...although They found no connection between Neville and the Philosopher's Stone.

After hesitating for a while, Neville still frankly explained to them that he had a scar that hurt after seeing Snape at the opening banquet.

"It's not normal—I mean, even though we're all suspicious of him now, but your scar was left by that man, I don't think it hurts for no reason." Hermione said them common doubts.

"Harry said that too."

But after a while, this issue returned to the issue of the game because there was really no result to discuss.

"We'll be fine if we don't go to the game." Hermione didn't care about the question.

"No, we can go to Hagrid's hut to watch the game." Ron was unwilling to give up, "Remember, he said last time that we would watch the game inside the house, and we can just bring the binoculars."

"Okay." Neville, who was also unwilling to give up the right to watch the Quidditch match, said immediately.

On the day of the match, Neville and the others did exactly what they had agreed upon.The fireplace in Hagrid's hut was burning fiercely, the tea was steaming in the cup, and there was a plate of slightly dry baked biscuits to eat.

The weather outside didn't seem very good. Neville looked through the binoculars, and the gray sky made his heart heavy.

Hermione and Ron didn't stare outside for a long time like him. Ron had been struggling with the hard biscuits, and would pick up the binoculars to take a look outside every few minutes.Hermione spent most of the time chatting with Hagrid, trying to get some more information.This time, though, Hagrid seemed unusually defensive.

"Oh, I can't really see anything here," Ron muttered, taking a sip of his hot tea.

Hermione picked up the binoculars and took a look at what he said. "It's normal to not be able to see clearly," she said. "The players are already flying very high, and this is not a stand that can be raised."

Harry sat in the stands and yawned because the game was so boring.

He had just seen the Golden Snitch stop next to Snape's ear for half a minute, and the Gryffindor Seeker whizzed past Snape not far away. not found.

"Merlin," Harry sighed, "that's just a dive distance, and this is just a game that can end in five minutes..."

After staying for another 5 minutes, Harry finally stood up from the stands unbearably, and Draco, who had been paying attention to him, also stood up together. "Harry, are you going to the bathroom? Together—"

Harry winked at Draco and said, "Let's go."

At the end of the game, the sky became even darker. Although Gryffindor had won, everyone except Wood obviously had no intention of celebrating, and they were exhausted.

Neville and the others stayed in Hagrid's hut for a while before leaving, and it was almost an hour before the end of the match.

They walked through the wet grass, and when they passed the broom shed, they suddenly saw a figure.A hooded figure quickly walked down the main steps of the castle, obviously not wanting to be seen, and headed straight for the Forbidden Forest.

The three of Neville, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and followed quietly.They had a hard time finding the figure, and it turned out to be Professor Snape, who had been talking to another hooded figure for a long time.The three of them listened carefully to the vague words coming from a distance, and probably understood what was going on: Snape was threatening Quirrell.

Neville Ron and Hermione, who were hiding behind the tree, exchanged a look.

Poor Quirrell, completely in Snape's hands.This is the common thought of Neville and the three of them at the moment.

They talked about Hagrid, the giant dog Fluffy, and the Sorcerer's Stone, but Quirrell, who sounded cowering, didn't seem to want to be used by Snape.Snape didn't seem to be in a hurry, and finally threatened Quirrell and left first.

The three of Neville looked at each other in blank dismay, and only carefully walked out of the Forbidden Forest after Snape had walked a long way.

But Quirrell was still standing there.

All the way back to the castle, they were talking about it in whispers.

"I just said that Snape has a problem, see." Ron said angrily, "It's a good thing Hagrid keeps saying good things to him."

"No, Ron," Neville said softly, "the question now is not whether Snape is a good guy or a bad guy, but what he is going to do."

Hermione raised her eyebrows as she listened: "Obviously he wants the Sorcerer's Stone, but it sounds like the Sorcerer's Stone is being protected by a 'secret trick', and I think if Dumbledore was going to protect the Sorcerer's Stone, it wouldn't just be Quirrell One man's 'little trick'."

"And Hagrid's little trick." Ron thought of those three vicious dog heads.

"Maybe there are other professors," said Hermione, "but Snape sounds like Quirrell's only pass?"

"...Alas." The three sighed heavily, "Quirrell is no match for Snape at all."

Christmas has passed for a long time, and Easter is getting closer... This means that the exam week is getting closer and closer to them. The first graders at Watts' first final exam were even more flustered.

However, what makes other students even more sad, apart from the almost piled up homework, is that they no longer have holidays except Easter and weekends.

But while there was still time to complain, they were far from thinking that in a few weeks time even the weekend would not be entirely theirs.In addition, it may be because the class life after the holiday is really too busy, the whole Slytherin did not show much attention to the reconciliation of Harry and Draco, and even caused less disturbance than Harry Faster than the best Ravenclaw student in Transfiguration class by turning a mouse into a goblet bigger than that.

Moreover, for some reason, Harry vaguely felt that some people in Slytherin had a better attitude towards him. It wasn't 01:30, and he didn't know if it was his hallucination.

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"Yesterday is a history, tomorrow is a mystery; today is a gift. That'swhy it's called the present."

People can't live in the past, the past has become history; people can't live in the future, the future is still very mysterious; today is the only real reality we can grasp!

——Animated film "Kung Fu Panda"

I am back!

This chapter has been locked for a long time. During this period, I changed the text a few times and the lock still exists. 〒_〒, the point is the chapter that obviously has nothing! ╰_╯

After going out and coming back, I stopped for a while, and said that it was not true.

In this way, Xiao Ba really felt tired and loved.Please heal!Rub~

☆、Noble Ⅰ

Harry had been troubled lately, more than knowing he might have a few feet of paper to write.

In the past week, he was stopped by Hermione countless times in class, in the dining room, and in the library to ask about the review situation, and showed Harry her notebooks of various subjects marked with key points in various colors, hoping that Harry could give her Some better suggestions.

Harry stood in the gap between the tables, grimacing, unable to offer any advice at all (not at all! in any way!), the only time he was glad he hadn't broken up with Hermione. in a college.

Draco had found an empty table to put his things down, and walked towards Harry with a grin on his face.

Hermione's almost crazy behavior has been going on for a while. Neville and Ron didn't care at first, but she kept nagging them, telling them to do the same, and now they can't help but devote themselves to it. Review the Black Lake.

Even though he was already in action, Ron still couldn't understand it. Now that Harry was also suffering here, he finally couldn't help complaining to Hermione again: "Hermione, the exam is still hundreds of years away from us." Woolen cloth."

"Ten weeks," snapped Hermione, "is no different than just next week."

Ron seemed to disagree with Hermione's statement, but when he was about to say something, Hermione interrupted him: "You need to know your grades, Ron." The first one to start reviewing and get excellent grades Hermione persuaded him earnestly, "If you can't pass the final exam, then you won't be able to enter the second year...Think how Fred and George will laugh at you."

Ron opened his mouth wide, as if he couldn't imagine what kind of picture it was.

Neville, who was very witty and did not interrupt, looked up from A Thousand Wonderful Herbs and Fungi and winked at Harry.

After Harry quickly returned a smile, he lowered his head and flipped through Hermione's notes "it's none of his business", in order to avoid the gunfire.Draco leaned over and followed Harry through a few pages.He had grown taller recently, and when he leaned over to read his notes, his chin rested squarely on Harry's shoulder.

Harry noticed that after Draco read Hermione's notes, the expression on Draco's face was a little disdainful and a little angry, which was very strange.

Harry thought for a while with some doubts, but he couldn't figure out what Draco's expression meant. He finally sat on the chair and opened the book to check the information and prepare to write the thesis. He didn't think about it anymore.

From the start of Hermione's onerous study schedule, Harry had sadly anticipated the hardships of life to come.Because the saddest thing is that professors always think the same as the best and hardest working students.

All the professors at Hogwarts seem to have reached a certain consensus. Each subject has assigned a lot of homework (maybe it is already a custom), making a good Easter holiday very bleak, far worse than Christmas It was so much fun.

And the most lively place is the library.

Every table in the library was full of people, and Harry had seen such a sad picture of two girls sitting on a chair reading a book.When they met Ron and Neville once by chance, the two complained to Harry very sadly, saying that Hermione always recited the twelve uses of dragon's blood next to them or did other things to disturb their rest, so In the end, the three of them had to stay in the library and do their homework together.Ron yawned as he spoke.

Although he felt that it was a blessing to have a friend like Hermione by his side, Harry still comforted them a few times. He felt that the faces of the two of them were paler than before.

"Think about how you wouldn't be able to finish your homework without Hermione, and you might fail the exam." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and comforted him, "There is always a price to pay for happiness."

Compared with the Gryffindor trio who spend all day in the library, Harry's situation is obviously happier.Without the wooden chairs in the library that hurt your butt after sitting for too long, the chairs in the Slytherin common room are as comfortable as your own at home.

Harry and Draco, oh, and sometimes Crabbe and Goyle.Together they had a couch and a long table and two chairs to themselves in the lounge.

It doesn't seem exclusive either, because after a day or two of guilt, Harry stumbles upon that even if they don't sit there, no one sits there, of course, apart from being "Dragon Land", Harry firmly believes that Slytherins Less is also a very important reason.

But Harry couldn't help admitting that he finally understood some of the Slytherin rules when his first year was not long to come to an end.

Slytherin is not like Gryffindor, as long as they are seniors, they can run rampant.In Slytherin, high grade doesn't mean anything, and there is no special power, unless you have a prominent surname, for example: Malfoy.In this way, many people will fear you because they fear the family behind your surname.

Harry often felt that even their often deadpan prefects were doing Draco a favor.

Another point is ability, all kinds of abilities, which can bring benefits to people, or are stronger than others around them.It's like he never saw anyone come to trouble him after he came to fight one by one.

Even though the Slytherins concealed their petty thoughts most of the time under the hypocrisy they had learned from the elders in the family but hadn't learned yet, Harry felt that they were practical at the bottom of their hearts.

"Oh—Draco." Pansy boasted, coming from one end of the lounge, in a tone of wonder, "Your cufflinks are beautiful."

Harry couldn't help straightening up and looking up, it seemed like opal or moonstone, when did Draco wear it?

It's quite special.

But it doesn't look like "Oh - Draco", does it?Harry thought about the tone of Pansy's voice before, trembling uncontrollably, immediately lowered his head and continued with his homework.

"Thank you." Draco looked up, moving the brown paper up a little more.

Pansy smiled and said, "Then lend me your Potions treatise. I've read a lot of books, but I can't find a clue... Thank you very much!"

Draco picked up the roll of parchment from a pile of books and handed it to Pansy, with a gentlemanly smile on his lips: "You're welcome."

Harry heard it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind.He put on a laid-back look, one elbow resting on the table, palms spread out to support the left side of his face, and he tilted his head in Draco's direction. "Oh—Draco," he said, mimicking Pansy's tone before, "your hair is beautiful too...can you lend me your History of Magic notebook? You know, I fell asleep too It's been a lot of classes..."

"Harry, don't you know that a gentleman wizard shouldn't talk like a lady?" Pansy teased Harry with a smile.During this period of time, their relationship can still open a few small jokes.

"I'm only eleven, Pansy." Harry blinked his green eyes behind the glasses slowly, "so I don't think I'm good enough to be a 'gentleman's wizard' - like Sirius Black.” Harry Respond to Pansy's joke with his godfather.

But Sirius is really a very charming wizard, no one can deny this.

"If you're talking about Sirius Black, you're afraid..." Pansy sized Harry up for a while, "tsk tsk" a few times, "It's impossible in this life. But I don't mean to hurt you by saying this, you still have to persevere Work hard."

"That's..." Harry was about to speak when Draco smacked him on the head with the thick History of Magic notebook, then placed the notebook in front of Harry.

"Hurry up and do your homework," he complained, "I don't want to accompany you to do it in the middle of the night."

Hearing Draco say this, Harry turned off the ignition: "Oh——"

But he still tried his best to maintain his reputation: "As long as Professor Binns doesn't come up with some new questions, then I will definitely be fine in the History of Magic exam!"

Draco murmured "Hmm."

Harry glanced at Draco, then looked down at his notes.It's just that I'm about to go on vacation and I have too many things to think about. It's not that I'm slow at homework. How can I tell you that!Harry's heart was different from the calm on the surface, and he was roaring hoarsely.

But no matter how comfortable the lounge is, it is not as convenient as the library.

Harry sighed, threw the quill away, crossed his hands and stretched his stiff fingers, and looked out of the library window with relaxed eyes.The sky outside the window is like a blue curtain dyed by the juice of forget-me-not flowers. A few smoky white clouds float in the clear sky, which seems to herald the coming beautiful season.

Looking at the sky like this, Harry was stunned for a while.And Draco was flipping through the heavy book next to him looking for some materials that could be used for argumentation, and Harry stared blankly at him again... Time passed slowly "tick tock", until a not far away The familiar voice suddenly broke the comfort.

"Hagrid! What are you doing in the library?" Ron, who was sitting on the table behind Harry, asked suspiciously.

Harry jerked his head around - Draco thought he might have twisted his neck - and saw Hagrid, still in his moleskin coat, coming out from between the bookshelves, hiding something behind him.

"Oh—" said Harry in a low voice, "how are you, Norbert."

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☆、Noble II

Although Draco was worried about Harry's neck, Harry turned his head back nimbly, which proved that his neck was still fine... Draco shook his head, and decided to focus on Harry, who was suddenly convulsed finish writing this thesis.

And Harry listened carefully to the conversation about "top secret content" that was going on with the people behind him: Hagrid had nothing to do with Neville and the others, they could only ask them to find him later——but the children's curiosity Hearts are not so easy to satisfy, Neville and the three of them went to find the few books that Hagrid had concealed just now and continued to discuss in whispers.

Harry leaned over the table, flipping the pages of the book with his fingers nimbly, as if looking for a theory that could be used, but his eyes were staring intently at the pattern on the wooden table under the lens.Draco was sitting next to Harry's left, rustling with a quill in his hand, a long and dense paper was drawing to a close.

"Keeping dragons is against the law." Ron lowered his voice and told Neville and Hermione what he heard about dragons from Charlie, and then the three of them guessed what Hagrid wanted to do. What - this kind of thing can't be thought of for granted, so the three of them decided to go to Hagrid now.

Harry seemed to have found something in a new page that he could apply to his thesis.He lightly dipped the quill pen into the inkpot twice, wrote the first word on the parchment that had been spread out, and then began to write vigorously.

Draco stopped writing just as Harry was starting to write, the last letter of the last word of his long dissertation showing a beautiful fancy finish.He looked sideways at Harry, watching the sun shine on him, his messy black hair was slightly brown, and on this side of his face, he could clearly see the childish fluff and drooping eyebrows, The lashes are thick and slightly curled, casting a small shadow under the eyes.

Draco suddenly gripped the quill in his hand hard, but shook his head the next second, sighed and smiled.The small arc of his mouth was like the softest spring breeze blowing on the surface of the newly thawed Black Lake.

I grew up with you, Harry... he thought sadly in his heart, I understand every little move you make, why do you pretend to be listening in front of me?

Harry stopped writing after ten minutes, blew on the last few lines of wet ink, and rolled up the parchment.

"Finished?" Draco tilted his head and looked at Harry.

"Well, I'm not too far behind, you're the one who writes fast." Harry looked at him sideways and replied with a smile.The moment he turned his head, the sunlight poured down on his face like the water in a water balloon pierced by a needle.

Draco's throat rolled, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything for a long time.He thought about the familiar titles of the books and the talk about dragons he had just heard, and a thought suddenly came to him, a thought that made him feel like he had reached a dead end...but he still couldn't help wanting to do it... …

"Let's go then," Draco heard himself say.

Neville and the others seemed to have learned a lot from Hagrid this time that they were eager to know.At this moment, the three of them were sitting in Hagrid's small wooden cabin that looked like a steamer or an oven—oh, maybe its owner had forgotten that it was essentially a wooden cabin.

Although they felt that Hagrid probably didn't want to tell them anything, at least not too much.But maybe it was Hermione's sweet, flattering tone that helped, or maybe it was Hagrid, as they surmised - because something that made him extremely happy opened up his heart.

In any case, everything was moving in a direction favorable to them, except that Snape also participated in the work of protecting the Philosopher's Stone.

The three of them guessed that under these circumstances Snape must have easily figured out what tricks the other professors had set up, and he probably knew everything - except Quirrell's magic and how to get past Fluffy.But Hagrid was adamant that only he knew how to get past Neville, and the three of them were somewhat relieved.

——But this heart quickly raised again!

Because they found a big black egg lying in Hagrid's blazing fire...It seems that Hagrid not only didn't think that this was illegal, but also didn't think that no matter how small the egg was, the dragon would grow up Will prop up his cabin.Regardless of Dumbledore's attitude, neither the Ministry of Magic nor the students' parents would agree to keeping the dragon in the Forbidden Forest.

But who knows if there are dragons in the Forbidden Forest?

But Neville and the others couldn't persuade Hagrid no matter what, he seemed to be devoted to the unhatched Norwegian Ridgeback - just like a dragon mother holding her egg carefully with the tip of her tail while baring her teeth and spitting fire. However, the overflowing maternal love made him ignore any persuasion from Neville and the others, and ignored some unreasonable things.

But the dragon's growth exceeded their expectations, and the dragon did not wait until the summer vacation as Hermione expected to be born again. When they were having breakfast one day, they received a note from Hagrid, which only said four Word: almost out of the shell.

Hermione tried her best to stop the jumpy boys who didn't want to take the herbal medicine class, the more jumpy Ron retorted a little louder, and the rational Neville gave him a warning.

He looked not far away - Draco looked at him with the corners of his lips curled up, with an expression of interest on his face.

"Is he up to something?" Neville had to think to himself.It's not that he's guessing friends of friends, but he doesn't think Malfoy and Harry are a good match, whether it's personality or anything else... Besides, normal wizards can't resist the temptation brought by a baby dragon, right?Not to mention this kind of guy from a wealthy wizarding family, named after a dragon...but he might just... pass by.

Ron had been arguing with Hermione in Herbology class, and now there was nothing more important to him than seeing dragons.Neville didn't say what he saw Malfoy listening to them just now... He looked at Harry not far away, who was seriously filling the pot with soil.

At this moment, Ron persuaded Hermione, and Hermione agreed to go to Hagrid's hut during the lunch break.

Time seemed to fly by so fast when I had something to look forward to.Neville and the three of them ran out of the greenhouse as soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class. Draco and Harry packed their things unhurriedly, and when they returned to the castle, they said to Harry at the door of the classroom: "Harry, I'm going to Go to the bathroom."

He still obeyed his heart.

"Okay." Harry took his schoolbag and entered the classroom by himself.

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Leaning sideways against Hagrid's big wooden door, Draco saw the newly hatched baby dragon through the gap in the curtains—it was ugly.Draco thought, he didn't know where Hagrid got the dragon eggs, logically speaking, he shouldn't have access to the black market... Besides, dragon eggs are also a rare commodity in the black market.

Draco took another look, and this time he carefully distinguished the features of the Youlong, thinking that it should be - "Oops!" Draco cursed in a low voice, turned and left quickly.

In the cabin, Hagrid jumped up, ran to the window, and said anxiously, "Someone was peeping out the window just now—it was a boy! I saw his eyes—he was running towards the castle."

"It's Malfoy," said Neville, who was closest to the window, with a glance out.

Hagrid looked at Neville, and finally remembered that his beard was set on fire just now, and he was patting it carefully now: "Why did he come here? Where's Harry?"

"He obviously heard what we said..." Hermione replied to Hagrid, "As for Harry, he's probably in the classroom waiting for his lesson."

"Malfoy found out about the dragon, so it shouldn't be a problem, right? After all, he and Harry are good friends..." Neville said uncertainly.

"He's not good friends with us, let alone Hagrid's," Ron snorted. "I can't trust him."

"Maybe he's just curious? After all, no one can help being curious about dragons..."

"Curious why he didn't come with Harry?" Ron's face was serious. "He's a Slytherin anyway. Besides, keeping dragons is not like anything else, it's against wizarding laws, and he has a reason! "

"Why don't you tell Harry about it?" Ron suggested. "We can only talk to Harry after all."

"Are you crazy!" Hermione glared at him, "Harry and him have just reconciled, if you tell Harry about this, the two of them will probably have another fight—" Hermione turned to Hagrid again Said, "Let's go back to class first, and Malfoy will leave it to us first, and I will let you know if there is any situation."

Too bad Gryffindor and Slytherin didn't spend the rest of the day together...then they didn't get a chance to talk to Harry all day.

If some things are not solved when they happen, they will only become more and more unable to speak. Neville and the others have fully proved this point with themselves.For the next week, whether they ran into each other on the road or in class with Slytherin, they felt that Malfoy's expression was veiled with malice.It was a kind of black warning that you were going to die—but he didn't do anything, and he didn't say anything, so Neville and the others felt more and more that all this might be their preconceived guesses, so they never Man worked up the courage to tell Harry about it.

Since Harry couldn't say it, he could only put all his fighting power on Hagrid.Neville, Ron and Hermione had spent most of their free time this week in the darkened cabin of Hagrid, trying to reason with him and advising him to send the dragon away - and they had undoubtedly failed.They really couldn't understand Hagrid's love or madness for these dangerous species.