The Savior of HP Alice's House

Hermione crawled into the common room, a roll of parchment in one hand and a box in the other.The contents of the box rattled as she walked.Crookshanks arched his back and purred.

"Hello," she said, "I'm done!"

"I'm done too!" Ron said triumphantly, throwing down the quill.

Hermione sat down, put her contents on an empty chair, and drew Ron's prophecy to her face.

"You've had a rough month, haven't you?" she said sarcastically, with Crookshanks curled up in her lap.

"Yeah, at least I was forewarned," said Ron, yawning.

"You seem to be drowning twice," said Hermione.

They speak of prophecies taught by Professor Sybill Trelawney.

"Really?" said Ron, looking down quickly at his prophecy. "I'd better change one of them to be trampled to death by a rampaging hippogriff."

"Isn't it obvious at a glance that you made this up out of thin air?" Hermione said.

"How dare you say that!" said Ron, pretending to be angry. "We've been up here all night, working like house elves!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, the wording was inappropriate." Ron said quickly with an apologetic expression.

Harry also put down his quill, having just predicted that he would be beheaded.

So I shouldn't sign up for any divination class, it's so boring!

"What's in the box?" he asked, pointing to the box.

Hermione and Ron looked like they were about to quarrel again.

"You actually know how to ask." Hermione said with a fierce look at Ron.She lifted the lid off the box and showed them what was inside.

The box contained about fifty badges, in different colors, all bearing the same letter: SPEW.

"'vomit'?" Harry asked, picking up a badge, examining it carefully. "What does that mean?"

"It's not vomiting," said Hermione impatiently. "It's SPEW. It means Society for the Advancement of House-Elf Rights."

"Never heard of it," said Ron.

"Of course you haven't heard of it," said Hermione crisply. "I just started it."

"Huh?" Ron asked slightly surprised, "How many members do you have?"

"Well - if you two come too - there will be three," said Hermione slightly sheepishly.

"You think we'd like to walk around wearing badges that say 'vomit'?" Ron stared angrily.

"It's all about SPEW!" Hermione said angrily, her face flushed a little.

"I would have liked to title the Campaign to Stop Cruelty and Improve the Legal Status of Our Fantastic Beast Friends - but that didn't quite fit. So I took that as the title of our association's manifesto."

She waved the roll of parchment at them.

"I've been digging into this in the library. Elf slavery goes back centuries. I can't believe no one has been fanning about this <Hazy!

"Hermione - listen up," Ron said loudly, "they-like-this, they-like-to-be-other-people's slaves!"

"Our short-term goal," said Hermione, louder than Ron, as if she hadn't heard Ron at all, "is to keep house-elves well paid and working. Our long-term goals include revising the No wand laws, and fighting to get an elf into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Creatures, because it's appalling how underrepresented the interests of elves are."

"How can we do this?" Harry asked.

"First, we need membership," said Hermione enthusiastically. "I think participants pay two Sickles - for badges - and the proceeds go towards our leaflets. You're Treasurer, Ron - I have a piggy bank upstairs for you - Harry, you are the secretary, and you need to write down everything I say now, as a record of our first meeting."

For a while, no one spoke, and Hermione looked at the two of them happily.Harry sat there, both annoyed by Hermione's behavior and amused by the look on Ron's face.In the end the silence was broken, but it wasn't Ron who spoke. He looked as if he was temporarily speechless.Until they heard a light tap on the window.

slap, slap!

Looking across the now empty common room, Harry saw a snow-white owl perched on the windowsill in the moonlight.

"Hedwig!" he yelled, leaping from his chair, crossing the room in two steps at a time, and pulling open the window.

Hedwig flew in, swept across the room, and landed on Harry's prophecy homework on the table.

"Just in time!" said Harry, hurrying after him.

"It brought a letter!" said Ron excitedly, pointing to a crumpled piece of parchment tied to Hedwig's foot.

Harry quickly untied it and sat down to read the letter. Hedwig flapped her wings and landed on his lap, whistling softly.

"What does it say?" Hermione asked, holding her breath.

The letter was short and seemed to have been hastily written.Harry read aloud:

harry -

I will fly to the north in a moment.I've heard a series of strange rumors lately about your scar

This message is the latest one.If the scar hurts again, please go straight to Dumbledore - I heard he's had another attack

To use the eyes of a retired madman, which means that he grasped the omens, although others are still in the dark

in.

I will be in touch with you shortly.Say hello to Ron and Hermione.Stay alert, Harry.

Sirius

"He's flying north?" whispered Hermione. "He's coming back?"

"What omen did Dumbledore catch?" Ron asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Harry - what's wrong?"

Harry hit his forehead with his fist so hard that Hedwig jumped off his lap.

"I shouldn't have told him!" Harry said angrily.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked in surprise.

"My letter made him think he had to come back!" said Harry, pounding his fist on the table again—and Dwie fell on the back of Ron's chair, screaming angrily, "Come back because He thought I was in trouble! But I'm fine! I don't have anything for you to eat," Harry said sullenly to Hedwig, who was smacking his mouth hopefully, "If you want to eat, you'll have to go to the owl's The shed."

Hedwig gave him a very angry look, flew towards the open window, and slapped Harry on the head with her outstretched wings.

"Harry," said Hermione calmly.

"I'm going to bed," Harry said reluctantly, "see you tomorrow."

Upstairs in the dormitory, Harry put on his pajamas and climbed into his four-poster bed, but he didn't feel tired at all.

What an annoyance!

Harry was lying on the warm bed. He always had a premonition that something was always surrounding him. Not only that, more and more things in life made him more and more irritable.

Obviously it wasn't like this before!

Thinking about the girl who had been hiding for a long time felt extremely sour.

Although he disdained what Draco said, but what he said was the truth, he had nothing.

Harry sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

But even so, he couldn't let go of that girl!

By moonlight, Harry took out a small box from under his pillow.

Opening the small box, a string of silver-white necklaces appeared in front of her eyes.

Carefully taking out the necklace and swinging it in the air, Harry smiled.

At the end of the necklace hung a small, very unique rose, with bright yellow crystals in the heart.

Yes, crystals and not gems!

The necklace was not expensive, but when Harry saw it in the boutique, Harry suddenly felt that it would suit Alice very well.

The warm looking necklace is perfect for the warm girl with long platinum blonde hair.

Kissing the necklace lightly, Harry put it back on.

Have a good night, my girl!

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