[Deha] World Starlight

put.We also provide four clues to help you choose: first, no matter how cunningly the poison hides, they are actually standing on the left side of the nettle wine; second, the contents of the left and right bottles are different.None of them will work for you if you want to move forward; third, you'll find bottles of varying sizes.There is no death hidden in the giant and the dwarf; the fourth, the second from the left and the second from the right, though different in appearance, taste the same. ]

Hermione read the words on the parchment carefully, and then looked at Harry with a smile: "Harry, this is really a very interesting logical reasoning! Professor Snape is really too wise—you know, wizard There have been so many wizards in history who didn't have the slightest ability to reason logically, and they just got stuck here forever."

Neville looked blank.

Harry thought about it for a while, "History of Magic" didn't mention wizards without logical reasoning ability in Hermione's mouth... He didn't think of it, but Hermione had already stared at the seven bottles on the table and started to point at this point again That, while talking to himself.

"You guessed it too, Harry!" A minute later, Hermione showed an expression of enlightenment, "This is so-so interesting!"

"Hmm." Harry, who finally figured out what was going on, nodded, "The smallest bottle can pass through the black flame in front of you—"

"And the bottle on the far right will take us back," Hermione said with him.

Neville had already picked up the smallest bottle, he shook it and said, "Very little... I'll see you go back first." He smiled at Harry and Hermione.

Hermione couldn't laugh, she was very worried about Neville: "You yourself—but what if Voldemort is in there too?!"

"Well, although I don't think Voldemort has been resurrected, I'm not afraid even if he's really inside—" Neville smiled fearlessly, then pointed to his scar, and said, "Since he didn't come back 11 years ago If you kill me, you can't kill me now."

Hermione understood Neville's determination, she could only wipe away her tears and give Neville a hug: "Well, you will be fine." Hermione said firmly in a crying voice.

After Hermione, Harry also gave Neville a big hug, and at the same time said sorry to him in his heart, because he couldn't say anything.

"Neville, do you know that you are an amazing wizard." Harry said, Hermione nodded desperately, "Although I would like to accompany you in, I still think that the person who should face Voldemort in the end is not Hermione, it's not me, it's you."

It's just you too.Harry thought lonely in his heart, this time you are the Boy Who Lived and the Savior, and I will be one of the many people behind you to help you successfully defeat Voldemort... Although I can't do it now What.

"I'm not as good as you," said Neville, very embarrassed, "and not as smart as you and Hermione."

"Me!" Hermione said with a smile, "It's just studying hard, and relying on a little cleverness! In terms of courage, I can't compare with you and Harry!"

"And I just rely on courage and a little talent." Harry smiled, and he patted Neville on the shoulder one last time. "Good luck, brother."

Neville wiped his eyes so hard that the sockets were red.Harry couldn't help but expand his smile when he saw this scene, he felt as if he saw the little crying Bonaway before.

"You drink first," Neville said, "Go out and take Ron to Madam Pomfrey's, and then find an owl to write to Professor Dumbledore, the person inside still needs him to clean up—"

"Yeah!" Hermione nodded emphatically.She took a sip of the potion from the round bottle on the far right, then handed the bottle to Harry while shivering, Harry followed Hermione to drink the potion, and Hermione took a big shot shiver.

"Goodbye." Neville waved his hand calmly.

"Neville, you must be careful—" Hermione said through tears.After she finished speaking, she turned around and resolutely passed through the purple flame, as if resisting the urge to stay.Harry followed closely behind - but he turned his head in the flames, watching Neville grab the smallest bottle and gulp it down in the misty purple flames, rushing straight into the black flames.

Harry took a deep breath.

"Wish us luck," he whispered, wrapped in flames.

The bad thing about "the other one sending you back to where you came from" is that it's too cold and they have to go through the troll-smelling room again!While covering his mouth and nose tightly, Harry thought to himself: Fortunately, every time Lily scolded him and James, she just said that they were brainless like trolls. It's really a compliment in comparison!

After finally escaping from the room where the troll was buried and closing the door firmly to block out the smell, Harry almost collapsed to the ground. He breathed heavily in the air that still seemed to smell of smoke, and felt as if he had come back from the dead. up.

Excluding the lethality of the troll's smell, all the things that happened that night really took away too much of his mind.Harry felt that his head was as heavy as lead, and he wished he could just fall asleep.But while having such thoughts, Harry knew clearly that all this was not over, at least the part about him was not over.

He and Hermione lay on the ground and took a few breaths before supporting each other up. After all, time is life at this time.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, each understanding the meaning in the other's eyes.They dragged their heavy feet to Ron as quickly as possible, helped him up from left to right, and then walked towards the door.

In the key room, Harry and Hermione picked up two broomsticks, and then Harry took Ron to fly, and Hermione was responsible for dispelling the devil's net with light before flying to the devil's net, creating enough space for them to pass, and then they went It's time to pass the worst level for them now - Lu Wei.

Although both Harry and Hermione said they were out of the mood to sing to Fluffy now, they still had to, and they had to do so while they were still some distance away from the trapdoor.Alas, it's all just in case.

"Harry, have you figured out what to sing?" Hermione used her wand to illuminate the dark passage, because it was very narrow here, so the two of them flew slowly one after the other.

"Sing what?" Harry licked his dry lips and thought for a while, "I can only sing the 'Hogwarts school song', I don't have the heart to sing other songs..."

Just as they were chatting, the hole had become as big as two fists.Harry coughed twice and cleared his throat. Hermione glanced at Harry, put away her wand, and spoke with a broken attitude——

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts—"

Harry and Hermione sang more and more passionately, as if they wanted to remove all negative emotions from themselves through the passionate school song and the broom that was ready to fly into the sky.

"Now our minds are empty and full of air, dead flies and crumbs! Teach us something valuable, give us back what we've forgotten - wow!"

Harry felt that he might never forget this experience in his life, and he thought that this experience was definitely only once in his life-after all, he wouldn't come out of the ground singing the school song silly again.

Harry got off the broom first, supported Ron, and took out the Invisibility Cloak from between his robe and trousers.

Hermione continued singing as she hopped off her broom: "—we'll study hard until we turn into dung."

Harry supported Ron to stand at the door and closed the door knocker. Hermione trotted over to help Harry put the Invisibility Cloak on the three of them.All three of Lu Wei's heads slept soundly.

"Oh, until it turns into dung—!" The three walked out slowly, and the last voice came out from under the invisibility cloak, and then the closed door remained forever in the innermost room in the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor.

"Where are we going now?" Hermione whispered to Harry under the cloak.

Harry looked at Ron who was unconscious next to him, and said directly: "I will send you and Ron to Madam Pomfrey first, and then you stay there to take care of Ron. I will wear the invisibility cloak and go to the owl hut to give to Dumbledore." Lido sent a letter—”

Hermione nodded, then looked down, not wanting Harry to see the tears in her eyes.

"Thank you, Harry," she said suddenly.

"Thank you?" Harry keenly heard the choking and crying in Hermione's voice, but he pretended not to hear and said casually, "We are all friends..."

"Really, Harry." Hermione interrupted him, her words were firm despite the tears in her voice, "I really appreciate having you by my side, without you... I don't know how Take Ron out from below, don't know..."

"Oh." This time it was Harry who interrupted Hermione, because he really couldn't hear the girl he cared about saying so vulnerablely, "Yeah, Ron's pretty heavy, hope you'll be with me at the end of term party." Being able to watch him saves him from eating two chicken legs."

After saying this, Harry heard Hermione laugh with satisfaction.

They walked through the corridor on the fourth floor and down the stairs to the second floor. Harry finally prepared a speech at the landing on the second floor: "Hermione."

"Ok?"

Harry pursed his lips: "I will leave you and Ron in a place where no one is in front of the school infirmary for a while, and then you take him to see Madam Pomfrey, and I will send a letter to Dumbledore. Well, I hope Can you think of a good reason to explain Ron's situation, you all look quite embarrassed." Harry paused when he said this, then an indifferent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he looked at Hermione seriously and said, " ...Also, I hope you don't tell Madam Pomfrey about me. If Dumbledore asks about this tomorrow, don't tell him that I was with you...involved in this matter, I don't want others to know One Slytherin did such a great thing with three Gryffindors in the middle of the night." Harry said with a happy smile at the end.

"Harry..." Hermione called out his name softly, and then looked at Harry's smile for a while, "I see." Hermione nodded subtly and said.

"Thank you for understanding." Harry looked around, and after handing Ron to Hermione, he lifted the cloak and let them go out from under the cloak.

Hermione smiled: "I think Neville and Ron will understand too. Although we may be looking forward to other better scenes."

"There will be such a day." Harry pointed to the school infirmary a few steps away, and waved to them, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Hermione helped Ron to the school infirmary. "And - good morning, Harry."

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The most fortunate and least fortunate thing is that everything is as usual.

——Xiaoba responds to the occasion.

The number of words in these two chapters starts with 2, and an ORZ with obsessive-compulsive disorder expresses heartache

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Then I really don't know anything about chess so I'm sorry I couldn't involve Harry, but it's nice to highlight Gryffindor and Slytherin in this way hehe.Bingqi is a pawn, and I use it because I think it sounds more handsome.Also, in the book, the White Queen gave Ron the last blow with a stone hand, and Ron didn't ride a horse. Here is a reference to the movie [-], because Ron is still more handsome on a horse, like a real knight!Of course he is the real knight in the Trapdoor: Wizard Chess plot!

In addition, I really don't know what the White Queen is holding in Movie 233333333, is it a longer and thinner hammer? [-] Laughing non stop

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When I was writing this chapter, I suddenly thought that when Hermione took Ron out, if Ron was still in a coma and there were so many levels ahead of her—

According to the description of the white queen beating Ron in the book, it seems that the child will definitely not wake up for a while =.=, but Hermione still wakes him up, this is the power of love

But I still feel that those things in the history of magic level are difficult to get out and it is more troublesome

But people's eyes are usually concentrated in front of the screen, right?laugh

☆、Waiting for the holiday Ⅰ

"Good morning, Hedwig." Harry stood in the airy owl hut, stroking Hedwig's neck hair tenderly, "I don't know whether I should write a letter to Dumbledore, okay Well, let me admit that I don't know what to write, and this is still a letter that is doomed to be useless... Just look at the time, Neville's screams may have penetrated several floors of Hogwarts ceilings to wake up Fluffy by now. "

Hedwig "cooed" twice, making Harry feel that it was agreeing with his words.

"Maybe," Harry thought again, "or it could be Quirrell's screams."

He looked out through the window of the owl hut. Although the sky had been a very clear and light color before, the sun had just risen—Harry watched the sun break free from the embrace of the Forbidden Forest. In the blink of an eye, it jumped to the top of the tallest trees, and then slowly changed from red to yellow, emitting a warm light.

"Even if I write to Dumbledore now, he won't receive it, not to mention he may be at the gate of Hogwarts now." Harry took out a piece of flat letter paper from his trouser pocket, and took out another A pen, "But I'm here, so I might as well write a letter to Sirius."

"By the way, delay for a while and think about how to explain to Draco, after all, I don't come home at night..." Harry scratched his head annoyed, "Hedwig, why do I have to take care of so many things and pay attention to him from time to time?" Draco's relationship problems, lest the kid get angry with me again and go to trouble someone else!"

Hedwig lowered her head and pecked at her own feathers, then began to concentrate on watching Harry write the letter.

Because there was no room, Harry just wrote the letter with his left hand holding the letter paper.

[Dear Sirius.

All exams are over, and the last subject is just now, and it went well, although it will take a few days to know the results, but I am not worried at all.

Tired but happy Harry. ]

"That's it, I believe he can understand." Harry bit the feather on the pen, folded the letter paper in half and handed it to Hedwig, and finally warned, "Don't be too anxious to come back, you can stay with Sirius Eat breakfast and lunch together."

Hedwig nudged Harry, then flapped her wings and flew out.And Harry stood in the owl hut watching it, and looked away until it was no longer visible in the blue sky.

"Perhaps Voldemort is right," Harry thought, looking at the sky, "there is really no absolute good and evil, right and wrong in this world, the difference in many things is only the strong and the weak who cannot recognize the facts. "

"And now Voldemort, who is as weak as an ant with two legs missing, is obviously an outstanding representative of the weak who cannot recognize the truth." Harry turned and left the owl hut, "Maybe I can't beat him in the dark arts." He, but who knows how to plan a strategy, first destroy the diary and then prevent him from resurrecting, it is not difficult to cut off the snake's head directly."

Harry put on his cloak again and approached the corridor, still lit with torches, but this time no danger awaited him at his destination.

The supposedly empty Slytherin common room already had someone in his regular place early on.

Draco was alone in the bright lounge. He had been there for a long time, sleepy but unable to sleep, his nerves were in a state of high tension.And what made him most uncomfortable was the bright lights in the lounge, although the reason for the bright lights was that the cellar would never see the sun or the sky, and the walls were all solid stones.

Draco looked up at his watch, the big clock hanging on the wall clearly showed that it was only a few minutes before five o'clock.

Since last night, let’s count it as eleven o’clock—Draco was unwilling to count ten minutes less when he thought of this—it’s five o’clock now, and six hours have passed, and during these six hours Contains curfews, bedtimes and bedtimes, which, along with Harry's neat bed, testify to Harry's night-out excesses.

Draco closed his eyes, trying to lean his back against the back of the sofa in a relaxed posture, wanting to take a nap.

Although he took a shower and prepared to go to bed after Harry left last night, he rolled on the bed for an hour or two without any sleepiness...Draco never thought of this kind of worry that would affect his rest. Things will happen to him that he's only seen in storybooks before.

After acknowledging the fact that he couldn't sleep anyway, Draco began the long analysis process.Lying on the bed, he stared straight at the curtain (though he couldn't see it clearly), thinking about what he had heard from the Gryffindor Savior group and Harry these days, and what the horses in the Forbidden Forest had said. The vague words, and the devil-like person who appeared in the Forbidden Forest...

"There must be something hidden in Hogwarts." Draco thought about the anxious look of those three people before, "A very important thing, jointly protected by the professors, and the mysterious blood drinker Want this thing, and Harry and those three people are going to protect this thing from being stolen...?"

Draco lifted the quilt and got up from the bed: "If what I think is correct, there is only one problem—"

"Why did Harry get involved in this matter when he has almost nothing to do with him." Draco put on his slippers and walked towards the door, "Maybe he can gain something from this matter? Or does he have The reason why I had to participate..."

Draco opened the door, walked straight across the corridor, walked down the stairs, and sat down on the row of sofas facing the stone door.It was 04:30 by this time, and the sky outside the castle was already bright. Harry said goodbye to Hermione and Ron on the second floor and went to the owl hut alone.

"Backscale," Harry said, and the stone wall transformed into a door in front of him, through which the distinctive light of the Slytherin lounge shone.Harry had counted the time vaguely along the way, so he knew it was absolutely safe for him to come back at this time, because everyone should be asleep at this time, and no one except Draco would find that he had been out all night Didn't come back until early morning.

As soon as Harry entered the lounge, he pulled the invisibility cloak off his body, stretched his waist well, and exercised his tired body all night, but he didn't expect that he stretched halfway, and he accidentally met a pair of cloaks. Too familiar gray eyes.

Yes, except Draco - Harry silently repeated what he had just said in his mind.He still wanted to test whether he had the talent for prophecy, but under Draco's wolf-like gaze, he couldn't help but recall the excuses he made up all the way.

Draco was sitting just within sight of the stone steps, arms folded, legs crossed, looking at Harry leisurely, watching the changing expression on his face, watching his original surprise turn into deep thought.

Harry was really surprised, he even thought he had misread the time before, Draco suddenly blocked all the excuses he had thought up before, and he didn't know how to say it.

"Oh, good morning." After struggling for a long time, Harry finally opened his mouth to say such an innocuous greeting.

"Good morning." Draco stood up with a smile, and walked slowly to Harry. "Five o'clock is really early, huh? Harry."

Harry looked up at him slightly, wondering if Draco had used some kind of magic, obviously he was just a little taller than him, but when he stood in front of him, he felt, how should I put it, a sense of oppression.Especially in the current situation, when Draco still had a very Malfoy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Draco looked down at Harry, and suddenly found that Harry's hair was more messy than before, and dust could be seen in everything that was dirty, and his face was also dirty like a tabby cat, and his clothes were wrinkled. Miserable.Draco looked at Harry again, his brows furrowed unconsciously, "Did you go to the basement to clean up the dust and cobwebs?"

"I..." Harry was about to explain something when Draco's sudden movement made him feel that there was no place to move his hands and feet, and his ears turned red in an instant.

Draco leaned down, moved his head closer to Harry, and sniffed lightly at the side of Harry's face and neck—Harry felt that Draco's warm breath was blowing into his ears!

"Hey, Draco!" Harry shouted a little angrily, "What are you—" He was about to reach out to push Draco, but Draco took three or four steps back before Harry reached out, Looking at him with disgust: "Harry," Draco touched his nose, "you stink."

"..." Harry also raised his arm and smelled himself: "Whoa! It smells like a dead troll."

"Go take a shower!" Draco directly pushed Harry out of the door, "Ni Lin!"

"Hey, hey! Draco, I didn't bring a change of clothes, and—" Harry struggled, knowing that he was so tired that if he went to take a shower, he would probably sleep in the pool, and the boys' bathroom was still there Seventh floor!Seventh floor!

"You wait here, I'll go up and get you clothes." Draco glared at Harry, pretending to be vicious and said, "Harry, I'm warning you, if you stink like this, if you dare to enter the house, I will kill you and you." Everything you touch is burned."

Harry: "Oh—"

"Okay, for the sake of being so obedient, I'll tell you the password to the prefect's bathroom." Draco sped up and ran up the stairs, "Just wait here, and you can go to sleep when you come back from the shower. "

Standing at the cellar door, Harry secretly rolled his eyes, expressing contempt for Draco's words of coaxing children, even though he was the one being coaxed by him.

"Well, excuses still need to be prepared at all times. Draco may have changed his strategy to telling the truth while I was off guard." Harry watched Draco move at a speed that seemed to be under a spell. He went downstairs like a gust of wind, then handed a bag to himself, and the first words out of his mouth were: "Ni Lin."

The closed stone door opened again without complaint.

Three seconds later, Harry was standing alone outside the stone door of the cellar with the small bag in his arms, and Draco's last words could be heard in his ears: "Password maple syrup, don't come back if you don't wash it clean."

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Although I already know the ending, I still have small expectations.

——Xiaoba Yingjing (from this chapter)

The number of words exploded!I thought I could pass 100 collections, but I can still be happy if I can’t reach 100. If I break 100 someday, I will work hard to add more.

After writing here, I finally feel that I have seen the dawn of the end of the Philosopher's Stone plot!

☆、Waiting for the holiday Ⅱ

Harry was lying on his soft cot in his comfy pajamas, and now even the bed was smelling nice and fresh of oranges because of all the horrible shower gels in the prefect's bathroom and so on.Draco leaned over to smell it again when he came back, and didn't speak for a long time after smelling it.Harry also childishly worried that Draco would say that he would burn him and his clothes as soon as he opened his mouth.But Draco looked at him with a little disdain and said, "The fruit taste is for children."

This sentence is also quite hurtful.

Harry felt that he couldn't keep his eyes open. After a night of thrills and excitement, a deep sense of fatigue invaded his whole body.He was lying on the bed, but he felt as if he was lying in the waves of the black lake. The waves gently comforted his consciousness, trying to pull him into a dark and sweet dreamland.

Draco put a cushion on his back and leaned against the head of the bed, holding a thick book with a metallic cover in his hand, he had already read more than half of it.He glanced sideways at the bleary-eyed Harry, who yawned lazily, his emerald eyes as clean as if they had been washed by the waters of the Black Lake.Draco kept seeing Harry squinting his eyes and looking back at him with a puzzled expression before he said two words: "Sleep."

Harry yawned uncontrollably again, then blinked and asked Draco, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

"Sit up if you want to chat with me," Draco said, but reached up and pulled Harry's quilt up, and Harry shook his head foolishly under the covers.

Draco looked at his sleepy expression and smiled: "Remember what I said before you went out?" Harry was still shaking his head, his head was like a pot of pumpkin porridge now.

"Although you can't tell me what you have done and what you have experienced, I will soon know." Draco blinked.

Harry frowned, and tried to regain some sense: "Draco..." Harry paused, his lips curved into a beautiful arc, "Do you know what is hidden in the school?" Although he asked The question was "Do you know?", but Harry's tone was affirmative.

"The Sorcerer's Stone," Draco said casually, "or should I call it another name - the Elixir of Life. Dumbledore warned at the opening ceremony that 'whoever does not wish to suffer an accidental, painful death, Please do not enter the right corridor on the fourth floor'. So this thing should be hidden in a room on the right corridor on the fourth floor, protected by something, that is, you and the three Gryffindors went last night That place, those things that went through."

"You seem to know everything." Harry murmured softly after hearing Draco's all-right guess.

"It's you who knows everything, Harry." Draco said helplessly, then bent down, the arm supporting half of his body weight was next to Harry's arm, and he lightly stamped on Harry's forehead With one kiss, even Harry's forehead felt the addictive tenderness, "Okay, go to sleep." Draco said softly, the voice was soft, just like Lily humming by his bedside when Harry was a child .

"You look like my mother..." Harry said vaguely.

Draco sat up straight, and when Harry was about to fall asleep, he returned his attention to the book: "I also feel like my mother." After he finished speaking, he smiled slightly.

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when Harry woke up. He stretched his waist and yawned. He didn't know that what happened underground with Neville and Professor Quirrell had completely spread in Gryffindor. Now The Gryffindors were working on spreading this throughout the school, trying to get everyone to know about it.

"Are you up?" Draco was sitting at the table reading a book at the moment, and he guessed that Harry had woken up when he heard the rustling sound behind him, "It's just right, we can go to dinner after packing up , Gryffindor has something to say."

"Someone said?" Harry was taking off his pajamas, and he couldn't help being curious when he heard what Draco said, "Say what?"

"It's about the story of the Gryffindor trio breaking through many levels, fighting against the evil professor, and Neville Longbottom, who survived catastrophe, vowing to protect the Philosopher's Stone." Draco turned another page of the book, "But haha Leigh, I didn't hear your name in this magical and legendary story, what did you do?"

"I just told Hermione not to tell anyone that I was with them, that's all." Harry pulled up his pants and said, "Because I already guessed that it would end up like this, please die gone."

"Okay, my behind-the-scenes hero, now that you're dressed, let's go to dinner." Draco put the bookmark in the book and closed it, "Thanks to you, my book will take another night to read." over."

Harry curled his lips: "It's because you were lazy and didn't finish watching, so don't rely on me."

Draco smiled.

It can be said that Harry, who has slept through the whole day, of course does not know that when he was sleeping soundly, there was a person who did not resist the temptation, closed the book, lay down and slept with him for more than two hours … After Draco woke up, he held the book and read it for more than ten minutes, but found that he couldn't read it at all.So I went downstairs and wandered around, listened to Gryffindor Adventures from Gore and the others, confirmed the guesses that did not need to be confirmed at all, went back to the room and stared at the bed for a long time, and finally chose rationally. Take the book and go to the table to read.

It is really difficult to concentrate on doing other things besides sleeping if there is an unconscious person lying soundly sleeping next to you.

Harry, who was refreshed after a day's sleep, wanted to go the most at the moment, of course, the auditorium with a lot of delicious food.

The auditorium was full of people, especially the Gryffindor long table. People were talking in groups of three or four, which was very lively.

But it's a pity that Harry looked at the people around the long table from front to back and from back to front, but didn't find Hermione and Ron.And Neville?I'm afraid I'm still lying unconscious in the school infirmary... Hermione and Ron may have gone to see Neville, Harry thought.

The lively discussion atmosphere that filled the entire restaurant also permeated Slytherin, but what made the little snakes discuss enthusiastically would definitely not be the glorious deeds of Gryffindor, but the already certain winner of the Academy Cup.

"470 two points." A third-year said to his peers, "The House Cup every year is like Slytherin's pocket."

"There is no suspense like this every year, and it's quite boring to think about it." His companion yawned.

Draco took a maple syrup bread and put it on Harry's plate: "I haven't eaten for a long time, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Harry picked up the bread and took a big bite.

Of course, I can only say nothing, otherwise I can say that you are grateful that I am not in Gryffindor, I am really sorry that I did not let you feel suspenseful before the Academy Cup awards!Harry kept slandering while biting the bread: But will this year's Academy Cup change hands?Although Gryffindor's points are not enough according to the previous calculation, who knows what Dumbledore is thinking in his head.What if the House Cup changed hands because of the extra points at the end..." Harry bit down another piece of bread, thinking about it, and suddenly felt unhappy.

"Oh, thank you." Harry swallowed the bread with difficulty, then looked down at the cream croissant Draco put on his plate again, and decided not to think about the useless things in front of the delicious food.

The next day, Harry took Draco to the school infirmary to take a look at Neville during lunch time. As he expected, Hermione and Ron were sitting beside Neville's bed eating lunch and snacks , the two of them were surprised to see him coming, and hurriedly jumped off the bed.

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked about Harry's condition in the first sentence, which warmed Harry's heart.

"It's nothing, except that it hurts my heart to rush out to take a shower without even giving up the sofa when I returned home with a stinky body." Harry put the box of chocolates in his hand on the small table at the end of Neville's bed. I slept all day yesterday, and I heard the whole school seem to be talking about that matter during dinner, and today I brought some chocolates made by my uncle... Oh, looking at this gift, many people must have come to see Neville. "

Ron hadn't finished eating the chocolate frog in his mouth at the moment, so he could only nod vigorously to Harry.Harry had given them chocolate made by Remus before, and Ron couldn't forget the taste.

"How about your head, Ron, the White Queen is cruel enough." Harry asked, looking at Ron's head.

Ron glanced at Draco beside Harry, and then at Hermione, as if he understood something, since Harry believed in Malfoy so much, they had nothing to hide: "It's been fine for a long time, Pomfur I don't even have a headache after one dose of Mrs. Ray's medicine. But Neville, I don't know what happened between him and Quirrell in the end.