"Ron! I agreed to what you told me this morning!"
That evening, just after a full day of classes, Neville hurriedly approached Ron. Because the last class today was herbal medicine, during the entire two-hour class, everyone was digging soil, digging holes, and burying plants, and their legs were shaking from exhaustion.
There's nothing I can do about it, it's not about my arms, it's just that I've been standing for too long.
Ron didn't know where Neville got his strength from. Although this kid's grades in herbal medicine classes had always been surprisingly good, it had nothing to do with physical strength, right
He looked up and down Neville's body, and after a while he had to admit that the short and chubby boy at the time was now among the tallest in their entire grade.
"Agreed?" Ron couldn't help but asked curiously, "Why? I remember when I asked you this morning, you looked reluctant?"
"I... was it that obvious?" Neville suddenly showed an embarrassed expression, "I'm sorry, Ron... but I am serious this time, I have already decided!"
"Oh, is it so?"
Although he didn't ask for the reason, since Neville was willing to help, that would be great. To be honest, after that, although he also thought about asking someone else, he couldn't figure out who he should go to after thinking about it.
The big problem he encountered this time was really not something that ordinary friends could trust him with peace of mind!
"That's great if you agree!" Ron grabbed Neville's hand and shook it vigorously, "Thank you! On behalf of our whole family, thank you!"
"The whole family?" Neville couldn't help being stunned when he heard this, "Uh... no, you're welcome, I have my reasons too..."
"Anyway, I still have to thank you." Ron said happily, "Neville, you are really going to help me a lot this time! Good buddy, the half jar of honey toffee left on my bedside All the sugar is yours!"
"Oh, that's really nice..."
Neville paused, suddenly realizing that the impulse in his heart was gradually disappearing, replaced by a renewed sense of guilt.
"But... do you think I can really do it?" He became unconfident again.
"It can be done, absolutely no problem!" Ron stretched out his arm and hooked Neville's back, whispering, "I'll tell you some key points in a moment, just do what I say and it will be alright." !”
At this moment, Harry, who had just been left in the greenhouse to pack his tools, jogged to catch up with Ron and Neville. He looked at the two people holding hands with a puzzled expression. He didn't know what they were talking about, and he suddenly became curious.
"What are you talking about?"
Faced with his good friend's inquiry, Ron did not tell Harry directly this time. He knew that Harry was very busy this Valentine's Day, and he didn't want his own affairs to distract this good friend.
"No, it's nothing, just some things for tomorrow." Ron shrugged and said, "Harry, how are you doing over there? Are you in time?"
"Hey, I don't know either!" Harry was immediately discouraged when he heard Ron asking about this. "As you can see, after every class today, I immediately ran to the next classroom to do the next lesson. The homework assigned in class... But I have worked so hard, but the amount of homework seems not to have decreased at all!"
"It must have become less. It's just that you didn't have time to finish the homework in each class." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him, "I also did some, but not as well as you." Don't worry, if you keep going like this, you should be able to finish more than half of it tonight! You can wait until tomorrow night to do the rest!"
"I hope so!" Harry sighed in frustration.
After Ron's interruption, he really forgot about the questions in his mind. Ron and Neville exchanged glances, and the latter nodded slightly, taking a moment to listen to Ron talk about his so-called "key points".
On the other side, Hermione was holding her Herbology class book, walking and reading alone, seemingly studying as hard as ever. But in fact, just seeing that the book in her hand had not turned a page since just now, one could tell that her attention was obviously elsewhere.
The sun is slowly setting, and the golden afterglow spreads from the mountains to the west, covering everyone's shoulders. Hermione's face was hidden in the shadow of her hair and looked a little blurry.
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Early the next morning, I don't know which professor was stimulated, but red ribbons were hung on the walls of the corridors of Hogwarts. Heart-shaped soap bubbles were scurrying around the corridor, splitting into two with a pop when they hit the ground, and they were gradually increasing in number.
In fact, many bubbles with colorful haloes flew out of the window holes in constant collisions and floated into the vast sky.
Today is a sunny day. The sun has just risen from the mountain and has already radiated a lot of light and heat. The temperature seems to have risen a little. The biting cold wind of winter has long bid farewell to the little wizards, and the rise in temperature is a silent reminder to everyone that it is time to change into spring and summer clothes.
"Neville, come with me, we should get ready!"
Early in the morning, Ron, who usually had a hard time getting out of bed, had already dragged Neville out of the dormitory. Harry, who had done his homework until early in the morning last night, heard the sound of them leaving, and couldn't help but open his eyes in a daze. With his eyes, all he could see was their backs as they went out.
"Ha-so early?" Harry yawned loudly, rubbed his eyes and sat up feebly. His sleepy eyes were still half drooped, and it looked like he had not slept enough.
But no matter how sleepy he was, he knew that he had to get up because he had to go to the common room early to wait for Ginny to show up.
When it comes to things like going on an appointment, as a responsible boy, of course he has to get there first, and he understands this.
After hurriedly packing himself up, Harry dug out his money bag from his suitcase - thanks to his father leaving him a large sum of gold galleons, otherwise, he might not even be able to stay with the girl he likes. Getting an appointment is difficult.
"Where are Ron and Neville?"
When leaving the dormitory, Harry couldn't help but take a good look at Ron's messy bed, and then walked towards the stairs outside with doubts...
Compared to the boys who are sloppy, the girls here appear to be much more diligent. Although all rooms in Hogwarts will be tidied and cleaned by house elves one by one, bedding is a personal appliance after all, so you still have to do it yourself to make the bed every morning.
Well, actually that’s not all the case! Laziness is often a common trait, and girls' dormitories may not be any better than boys' dormitories. From this point of view alone, the call for equality between men and women seems to have been quite fully realized.
But at least our Miss Granger is a girl who pays great attention to cultivating excellent living habits.
At the moment, Hermione had just made her bed and was combing her hair carefully. Yes, she is combing her hair extremely seriously!
You know, Hermione's disheveled brown hair is famous throughout her age. There was a time in the past when she paid careful attention to her girlish image and arranged her hair well. It was during that time that she mentioned something to Ron and Harry that is still widely circulated in Gryffindor House.
It is said that her messy hair cannot be tamed without magic!
After straightening every strand of her hair, Hermione carefully picked up a small glass bottle with a nozzle from the table, and then started to spray it on her head very boldly.
No way, even this extremely effective "fast smoothing hair agent" requires a large amount to make her hair as smooth and shiny as a ponytail, and all the hair must be wiped before use. Just sort it out.
When the faintly red spray gradually completely soaked her hair, a puff of green smoke spread out, and her long, messy brown hair really began to slowly stretch out and become smoother. After a while, she picked up the comb and combed it a few more times, then looked in the mirror and pulled out a hairstyle.
By the time she finished clearing her head, the sun had completely risen into the sky.
"Oh... this is the last time. I will never do such stupid things to waste time again!" Hermione looked at herself in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction at first, and then began to complain secretly.
Compared with Hermione's bad hair, changing into nice clothes is obviously much easier. She was not the kind of girl who would spend an hour or two choosing clothes. She quickly used magic spells to smooth out the wrinkles on her clothes, and then walked to the common room with brisk steps.
"Hermione is going on a date, right?"
After she left the dormitory, several roommates couldn't help but started chattering. To them, Hermione's behavior was really strange. Since she gave up arranging her hair, this is the first time that she has been looking at the mirror for more than an hour!
"That goes without saying!" Another girl said with a smile, "I just don't know who the boy is that can make Hermione spend so much effort..."
"Is our 'Professor Maclean' coming back today?"
While the girls were laughing and talking, the sunlight outside the window gradually fell on Hermione's desk, and also illuminated the bottle of "Smooth Hair Detergent" she left on the table. On the bottle of hair spray, the silhouette of a founder on the product label looks particularly familiar.