hp Ouroboros

Something had been wrong with Harry lately, an observation Ron and Hermione agreed upon.

Even though it was the Christmas holiday, Harry sat next to Hermione with his books in his arms. He also spread out a pile of books on two tables, and started to do his homework without saying a word. Hermione's come 'reference'? !

"Bang!" Harry angrily threw the quill into the ink tank.

"Harry... well, are you okay?" Ron swallowed hard, feeling that Harry's current state was a little scary.

"Well, it's okay, it's just that the homework is difficult..." Lies came out, and Harry scratched his bird's nest-like hair even more messily, thinking of the big stack of spells in the dormitory that he hadn't opened yet The book felt irritated for a while.

Doing what he thought of, Harry stood up suddenly, ran back to the dormitory, took a fourth-grade spelling textbook, and ran back to the lounge.Ignoring the eyes of Hermione and Ron, I couldn't wait to open Chapter 1...Equation of conversion of natural elements and magic power...

"Boom!" Harry slammed the book shut.That's right, he didn't even learn some content in the first half of the third-grade spell book that he had already attended, let alone skip the second half of the third-grade book and go directly to the fourth-grade book.

"Harry, you still...I mean, if you'd like to talk to us..." Hermione chose her words carefully.

"I ask Sister Sylvia to teach me magic." Harry didn't bother to struggle, and directly interrupted Hermione to speak.

"Oh! What did the senior sister say?" When it came to studying, Hermione immediately regained her spirits.

Harry gave Hermione the "Standard Charms Level [-]" in his hand, "Study all the textbooks on Charms for grades [-] to [-] by yourself first, and the other seniors didn't say anything."

"That's crazy!" "That's good advice." Ron and Hermione had completely different opinions. When Ron heard Hermione's answer, he stared at her, "Not everyone is like that." You're just as smart, by the way, how did you manage to take so many classes at once this semester?"

"Well... Senior's suggestion is actually very good, but it takes a lot of effort." Hermione skipped Ron's question, "Why did you suddenly think of learning magic from senior?" Then she suddenly thought of a terrible Possibility, Hermione gasped, "Harry! You don't mean to..."

"Yes, I want revenge!" Frowning, Harry admitted impatiently, "I know you all think this idea is stupid, but how can I see the people who betrayed my parents and killed them outside !" Harry's face became more and more ugly, and his tone became agitated, "And me, I can't do anything!"

"You shouldn't do anything!" Hermione retorted even louder, "The dementors will catch Black, and Black will return to Azkaban!"

"You have all heard what Fudge said. Black is not affected by dementors like everyone else. This kind of punishment is not painful to him at all!"

With tears in her eyes, Hermione pleaded, "Please be reasonable, Black has done a very, very terrible thing, but don't put yourself in danger, that's what Black would love to see ...Oh, Harry, if you go to Black...your mum and dad don't want you to be hurt, do they? They'll never ask you to go to Black!"

"I'll never know what they're thinking because, thanks to Black, I've never spoken to them!" Harry said grumpily, stood up, opened the door to the lounge, and left.

Only Hermione and Ron were left in the lounge, and neither of them spoke. Crookshanks, who was lying on the floor, stretched greatly, and Ron's pocket trembled.

"I have an appointment with Pansy this afternoon, and I'll ask my seniors later..." Hermione stood up and put on her coat, "If Harry comes back, you...forget it, we're thinking of a way, we can't just That sends Harry to his death."

Ron nodded and didn't speak. He huddled in his chair and looked at the dancing flames in the fireplace, as if he hadn't recovered from the fact that 'Harry wanted to seek revenge on the terrible Black himself'.

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When Hermione rushed to an empty classroom on the third floor anxiously, Pansy had already moved the tables and chairs, and was sitting there waiting.

"Pansy! Sorry I'm late!"

"No, you're not late, I'm early." Pansy smiled and got up and opened the chair for Hermione. "What's wrong? You seem to be worried? Can you talk to me?"

Hermione looked at Pansy who was so understanding and gentle in front of her. She thought about it and told Pansy what she was worried about Harry.

"You said that Sister Slytherin asked Potter to learn magic from her first to seventh grade textbooks on his own?" After Hermione nodded to confirm this question, Pansy couldn't help laughing, "Sorry , I didn't mean to laugh at Potter, but I don't think the Slytherins were going to teach Potter at all."

"Why do you say that?"

"Do you think Porter looks like someone who can teach himself those things?" Pansy asked back, "It's fine if he doesn't like studying, the point is that even if he starts to make up his mind to study hard now, it doesn't necessarily mean that he has the ability to study." That ability is self-study, if everyone has the ability to self-study all the content of the textbook, then Hogwarts can also be closed, right?"

"On the contrary, I think that the person Sister Slytherin really wants to teach is not Potter, but you." Pansy made a guess.

"I?"

"Well, the whole school knows that Potter has a good relationship with you and that Weasley, and he will definitely tell you two about Sister Slytherin's request to learn all the contents of Charms first. And Weasley is a person who is worse at learning than Potter..." Pansy shrugged at this point, "It's no secret that the youngest son of the Weasley family can't do anything. So I can only think that the senior sister actually wants to You are the one who teaches, and you have the ability to teach yourself this."

Hermione was thoughtful, but after a while, she suddenly realized that she asked Pansy to come out today to talk about Pansy's life after leaving home, not her troubles, and she was almost taken away from the topic.

"Let's not talk about me first, how are you doing?"

Hearing Hermione's question, Pansy didn't answer right away, she took out a fruit tea from the picnic basket she brought and poured a cup for Hermione and herself, and brought out a stack of small biscuits, looking calm and leisurely, "It would be false to say it's good, but it's actually not too bad." Pan Xi made an indifferent summary of his recent situation lightly.

"But if you leave home, the tuition and living expenses... and your parents..." Hermione didn't know how to ask these things. She had no friends since she was a child, and these questions were not about her studies. You can ask any learning questions without hesitation, but about other people's families... Hermione hesitates and doesn't know how to start caring.

During the one-month relationship during the summer vacation, Hermione managed to get Pansy to give up her cute way of talking, but it didn't mean that she could really enter the inner world of this Slytherin girl.Pansy was different from the other Gryffindor students Hermione knew. She was a very delicate person, and Hermione didn't really know what Pansy was actually thinking.

"I'm doing very well now." Pansy took a sip of the fruit tea elegantly, "A Slytherin wouldn't just grab a bag, pack some clothes, collect the money, and then slam the door and leave, although it's easier than reaching out to the family before. When it comes to money, I’m not so rich, but I think I’m probably richer than Weasley. Hehe, you’d better pay more attention to Weasley and Potter, if they leave home, they will definitely end up on the streets of."

Hermione didn't even have a basis to refute now, Harry only blew up his aunt during the summer vacation, he dragged his luggage and slammed the door without any preparation, and then he really lived on the street , Fortunately, the Knight bus picked him up...

But what she's worried about... "I'm not worried about money," Hermione paused, she's worried about something she can't name herself, maybe... "emotional needs?" Hermione wasn't sure Is the wording accurate.

Pansy stopped when she was about to pick up the biscuits, and felt a kind of bitterness that was picked out and hidden in her heart, and then she was annoyed, "Oh? Miss Granger thinks I What kind of...emotional needs do you need? You have been wronged outside, and you need to cry to your mother?"

"No, I think..." Hermione waved her hands in panic, but couldn't tell what should be followed by 'no'.

"Or does Miss Granger think you can fill my emotional needs? I think it may depend on where you stand to say this. You and I are not related, or do you have any other ideas about our relationship?" Pansy's words were sharp and mean, like a hedgehog with its spines outstretched.

"I..."

"You nasty Slytherin!" Ron's furious voice sounded, he appeared at the door, and rushed towards Pansy.

"Ron, no!" Hermione immediately stood up and grabbed Ron, pulling him towards the door of the classroom, "Pansy, I... I didn't think too much about it, but I think we are at least friends, if you have anything ..."

"You keep talking to this nasty guy!" Now Ron tried to tear Hermione away.

"If you're unhappy, I wish I could do something for you!" Hermione left, but her voice remained in the classroom.

Friends... Pansy looked out the window at the sun that started to set too early in winter. Actually, she didn't know the concept of friends very well. Are people like Draco and Zabini considered friends?It should be counted, but no matter what, it is impossible for her to ask them to talk about her helplessness in her heart. Slytherin does not believe in weakness, and she is afraid that the slightest uncertainty she reveals to them may lead to rift between them. Collaboration breaks down.

What did Granger hope to do for her?But what can she do to help her...emotional needs?Hehe, how could Granger think that the emotional needs she needed could be found in her?Thinking of this, Pan Ximo's black eyes suddenly became dazed, what does she need...?It was a question she hadn't even thought about.

She has always put family first, as her parents taught her, but what about herself?She didn't think about it, her parents didn't think about it, and now it's a Gryffindor pussy girl with distressed face, watery brown eyes asking if she's happy, if she needs What...

It's rare that the annoying little Weasley appeared at this time and took Hermione away-if Hermione continued to ask, Pansy knew that she couldn't answer, and she would face Granville speechless. Jay.

Now, at least she has the last bit of dignity left.