"Huh? What to deal with?" Harry asked doubtfully.
"She has to take so many classes!" Ron said with his eyes widened. "This morning, I heard her talking to Professor Victor. Victor is the witch who teaches arithmetic and divination - they were talking about yesterday's homework. , but Hermione couldn't have gone to Arithmancy yesterday because she had Care of Magical Creatures with us!"
"And Ernie Macmillan told me that Hermione has never missed a single Muggle Studies class, but half the time this class conflicts with Divination class, and she has never missed a Divination class!"
Harry didn't have time to discuss Hermione's unworkable course timetable at the moment. He had to finish Snape's paper quickly.
But Ron kept chattering next to him, which made him very depressed.
As for Maka, no one knew what he was busy with, but he was always running to the principal's office recently, which made him look even more in a hurry than Hermione.
Harry and Ron had only limited encounters with him.
It has to be said that they all feel that every time they see Maka, they will find that he looks more tired than the last time.
"What happened to him and Hermione?"
One day, as Harry and Ron were walking to the common room, Ron couldn't help but complain.
"Who knows?"
Harry answered the password, got through the door, and immediately saw Hermione still behind her pile of books.
"Can I sit down?" Harry asked Hermione.
"I guess so," Hermione said, removing a large piece of parchment from a chair.
Harry looked at the messy table, then at the long, wet-on-dry Arithmancy paper, then at the even longer Muggle Studies paper, and at the magic paper Hermione was debating. Chinese translation.
"Explain why Muggles need electricity?" Ron came forward, looked at the Muggle studies paper, and read word by word.
Hermione reached up and rolled it up - the ink was already dry.
"Okay... Oh! It's time for me to feed Banban some tonic!" Ron suddenly shouted, "Maka gave me another small bottle before, and it's very effective!"
Hermione ignored him, but Harry waved at him.
"...So, how can you cope with so many things?" After Ron left, Harry turned around and continued to ask.
"Oh, um - you know - just work hard." Although Hermione hesitated a bit, she at least showed that she was still pretending not to care.
As Harry got closer, he noticed that she looked almost as tired as Maka.
"Why don't you learn two subjects at least?" Harry couldn't help asking.
At this time, Hermione picked up another book and looked for her magic dictionary.
"I can't do it!" Hermione said casually.
Harry picked up the paper on Arithmetic Divination and after reading it for a few times, he felt a little dizzy - the number table and various calculation formulas on it were too complicated.
"Arithmetic looks really scary..." Harry frowned.
"Oh, no! Arithmancy is wonderful!" Hermione showed a sincere expression, "Arithmetic is my favorite subject! It's..."
Although Hermione gave him a detailed introduction, Harry still did not understand the wonders of arithmetic.
At this moment, a muffled shout came from the stairs of the boys' dormitory. No one spoke in the common room, and she stared at the door in fear.
The sound of hurried footsteps became louder and louder, and then...
Ron jumped into everyone's sight, carrying a sheet with him.
"Look!" he roared, striding over to Hermione's table, "Look!"
Ron yelled, shaking the sheet in front of her.
"Ron, what are you looking at-?"
"Banban! Look! Banban!"
Hermione took a few steps back to avoid Ron's twisted face. She was completely at a loss.
Harry looked at the sheet Ron was holding - there was something red on it, it looked scary, like -
"Blood!" Ron shouted in the panicked silence. "It's dead! Do you know what else is on the floor?"
"No, I don't know..." Hermione's voice trembled.
Ron threw something on top of Hermione's magic text translation scroll, and Hermione and Harry leaned forward and looked forward. They saw that scattered on the strange, long and pointed magic characters were several long ginger cat hairs.
…
Ron and Hermione's friendship seemed to be on the rocks in recent days - both were furious, and Harry didn't know how to fix their relationship.
Ron was angry that Hermione never took Crookshanks' intention to eat Scabbers seriously and never bothered to observe Crookshanks carefully.
He believed that Hermione was still pretending to believe that Crookshanks was innocent at this moment, and actually suggested that Ron go to find Scabbers under all the boys' beds.
Hermione, who came back to her senses, angrily said that Ron had no evidence. Those yellow furs might have been there since Christmas, and since the day Crookshanks jumped on Ron's head in that magical zoo. , Ron has always been prejudiced against her cats.
Harry personally believed that Crookshanks had indeed eaten Scabbers, and tried to point out to Hermione that all the evidence pointed to this, at which point she also lost her temper with Harry.
"Well, take Ron's side, I know you will!" she said angrily, "First Firebolt, now Scabbers. Everything is my fault, isn't it? I don't have to report Firebolt, At least you won't nag all day long, but this time, please leave me alone! Harry, I have a lot to do!"
Ron looked very sad to have lost the mouse.
"Okay, Ron. You've been saying how annoying Scabbers is," Fred said brightly, "and that he's been losing his energy for a long time, and he's been getting... you know, dying faster. Probably better for it.”
"Fred!" Ginny said indignantly.
"Scabbers just eats and sleeps all day long. Ron, you said so yourself." George said.
"But... Maka has also been sending me nourishing rat food," Ron said miserably, "Isn't it, Harry?"
"Oh - yes, fried peanuts, that's really delicious!" said Harry.
"Maybe Maka is letting Scabbers become a rat food taster!" Fred couldn't help but smile on his face, "This may be the most valuable thing he has ever done in his life! Oh, okay, Ron, Make peace with Hermione and buy another rat. What's the use of lamenting?"
As a last-ditch effort to cheer Ron up, Harry persuaded Ron to come with him to the grounds to watch the Gryffindor team's last training session before the game so that Ron could ride the Firebolt after training.
"What a great idea! Can I try playing with a ball too?"
This seemed to make Ron forget about Scabbers for a while, so they went to the Quidditch pitch together.
The next day, Harry, armed with a Firebolt and undergoing rigorous training, won as expected.
After the game, everyone hugged Harry and headed to the Gryffindor common room together, where a lively party continued into the evening.
Fred and George Weasley disappeared for two hours, returning with arms full of bottles of Butterbeer, Fizzing Pumpkin Juice, and large bags of Honeydukes candy.
"How did you get it?" Angelina asked.
At this time, George began tossing Toad Mints to the crowd.
"We got a little help from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs," Fred whispered in Harry's ear.
Only one person did not attend this joyful gathering.
Hermione was sitting in the corner in disbelief, trying to read a large book called Life and Social Habits of Muggle Households in Britain.
As Fred and George began to do tricks with butterbeer bottles, Harry took the opportunity to leave the table and join Hermione.
"You never went to the game?" Harry asked.
"Of course I have been there." Hermione didn't even raise her head to look at Harry, and her tone was a little strangely high. "I'm very happy that we won. I think you did a really good job, but I have to finish reading it before Monday." This book… "
"Come on, Hermione, come and have something to eat." Harry glanced at Ron, who was smiling happily. He couldn't help but wonder: Is Ron's mood good enough to be with Hermione? Min made peace
"I can't, Harry, I still have four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" Hermione's voice sounded a little hysterical, "Besides..."
She also looked over at Ron and whispered, "I'm afraid he won't want me to participate."
This is obvious.
Because Ron deliberately picked this moment and said loudly: "If Scabbers is not eaten, he can eat a few of these Fudge flies, which he always likes to eat-"
Hermione burst into tears.
Her nerves have been very tense recently. Whether it is busy with courses and studies, or the things that happened with Ban Ban, it has always kept her in a state of depression... But Harry still didn't expect that she would actually cry. Just cried.
Before Harry could say or do anything, Hermione put the big book under her arm, sobbed and panicked, opened the door and ran out of the Gryffindor common room.
"Can't you let her have a rest!" Harry couldn't help but said to Ron, and then looked at the door, "It's already night, I think it's best to get her back as soon as possible..."
Ron also glanced at the half-open doorway. He hesitated for a while, but still had a stubborn face.
"No," Ron said with a straight face, "if she shows she's sorry - but she never admits she's wrong, that's what Hermione is like! She still looks like Scabbers is on holiday or something..."
Harry hesitated, sighed, and then ran out of the doorway helplessly.
"It's so late and everything is dark. Where will Hermione go?" He couldn't help but think, "According to Hermione's character, she definitely wouldn't run out at night. Night travel is not a good idea. It’s against school rules!”