Next to Ron, Harry yawned.
The recent training was indeed a bit tiring. He really wanted to go to bed right away, but his astrology chart was not completed yet.
He pulled his satchel over, took out the parchment, ink, and quill, and began to do his homework.
"You can copy mine if you want," Ron said, marking the last star on his horoscope with one swipe, then pushing the chart to Harry.
Hermione didn't approve of plagiarism. She couldn't help pouting, but said nothing.
Crookshanks still looked at Ron unblinkingly, gently wagging the tip of his hairy tail. Then, without a word, it rushed forward and struck suddenly.
"Oh!" Ron yelled and snatched his schoolbag - he saw that Crookshanks' four claws had firmly grasped the schoolbag and began to bite viciously.
"Let go, you stupid beast!"
Ron tried hard to get the schoolbag back from Crookshanks' paws, but he still held on to it, biting it until foam formed at the corners of his mouth.
"Ron, don't hurt it!" Hermione screamed, and the whole common room watched.
Ron spun his school bag around quickly, but Crookshanks still held on to it.
Suddenly, Banban jumped out from the top of the bag.
"Get the cat!" shouted Ron.
At this time, Crookshanks let go of his schoolbag, jumped on the table, and chased the frightened mouse Scabbers.
George Weasley rushed to catch Crookshanks, but missed; Scabbers darted around the common room and suddenly darted under a large cupboard.
Crookshanks stopped suddenly, squatted low, and reached under the cabinet with his front paws furiously and pulled it out vigorously.
Ron and Hermione ran over quickly. Hermione grabbed Crookshanks' waist and then struggled to lift it and put it somewhere else; while Ron lay on the ground and struggled to grab Scabbers' tail and pull it out.
"Look!" He dangled Scabbers in front of her and shouted angrily at Hermione, "It's so skinny! Don't let that cat get close to it!"
"Crookshanks doesn't know what he's doing is wrong!" Hermione's voice was trembling. "All cats catch mice, Ron -"
"This beast is really weird!" Ron said loudly while trying hard to get the struggling Scabbers back into his schoolbag, "It heard me saying that Scabbers is in my schoolbag!"
"Oh, that's nonsense," Hermione argued. "Crookshanks will smell it, Ron, do you think it can -"
People around him couldn't help but start laughing.
"That cat just stares at Scabbers!" Ron ignored the laughter and interrupted Hermione again, "Scabbers was here first, and he's sick!"
After Ron finished speaking, he strode through the common room and upstairs to the boys' dormitory.
The next morning, it was Herbology class for Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. But in class, Ron was still angry with Hermione.
At this time they were shelling the pods and putting the shiny beans into a barrel.
"How's Scabbers doing?" Hermione asked cautiously.
Whatever the reason, Crookshanks wanted to capture Scabbers. And that dirty rat was Ron's pet after all.
Hermione felt sorry for that too.
"It's hiding under my bed, shaking all the time," Ron said angrily.
His hand shook, and he dropped the beans on the greenhouse floor without throwing them into the barrel.
"Look out, Weasley, look out!" shouted Professor Sprout.
In the blink of an eye, green vines spread all over the floor. After a while, the floor of the greenhouse was covered with shiny lavender flowers, with wisps of cold air wafting out from the stamens.
Not far away, Maka bent down and looked carefully at the flowers on the ground.
"Professor Sprout, are these crampon vines a new species?" After a while, he straightened up and asked Sprout.
"Oh, yes—I modified it. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Professor Sprout, who was holding his wand to tidy up the greenhouse, heard this and took the time to look back and smile.
"It's indeed beautiful." Maka nodded.
Just as Maka was looking at the flowers from left to right, Harry suddenly came over.
"Wood has always wanted me to ask you - oh, the captain of our team - he wants to know, are you really not going to participate in the Quidditch Cup this year?" Harry asked softly.
"Huh? Yes, I won't participate." Maka shook her head, "There are too many things to do, and I can't handle it, but-"
"But what?" Harry asked quickly.
"What I want to say is that I will go cheer for you." Maka patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "You fly very well, no worse than Cedric from our academy... Of course, Cedric is also very strong. I’m telling the truth.”
"Oh - since you say so -" Harry smiled and said, "I'll do my best!"
The next lesson for the little badgers is divination.
Speaking of which, Professor Trelawney, who is always talkative and likes to predict bad things, seems to have never paid attention to Maka since the first class.
But in this class, Maka inexplicably became her key prophecy target.
"Oh, Mr. Maclean, I have to say -" Professor Trelawney stared at the crystal ball in front of her with her big eyes, looking at the white mist flowing inside, "In the not too distant future, darkness will come. The bad luck will return..."
She suddenly shivered, as if she was afraid of something.
She yelled, "Oh! How terrible! Someone is going to die! Someone—"
Trelawney suddenly held her hand on the table, her eyes widened even more, and her hands continued to tremble.
Maka was confused by what she said - to be honest, he didn't know whether to believe Trelawney or not, but just in case, he still asked.
"Who will return?" he said calmly, "Voldemort?"
Seeing Maka blurting out this name without any scruples, many pure-blooded little wizards subconsciously covered their mouths.
But Trelawney shook her head vigorously, and her long, slightly curly hair was thrown over and then back.
"No... believe me, it's better not to say it... not to say it..." She propped herself up by holding on to the edge of the table, and moved her steps towards somewhere else.
Maka sat there with a frown and thought about it for a while, and finally shook her head.
"No matter what, it's not a bad thing to be well prepared..." he muttered, "anytime, anywhere."
After a while, it was time for get out of class to end.
Everyone was exchanging notes about the scary prophecy Trelawney told Maca, and when they were about to go to the auditorium to enjoy today's lunch, Professor Sprout suddenly opened the door to the classroom and walked in.
"I was busy dealing with the crampon vines on the ground just now, and I forgot to mention something!" She gasped slightly, "Remember to hand me the application form before Halloween - if you don't hand it in, you won't be able to go to Hogsmeade. So, hurry up!"
"Oh, yes, if you want to go to Hogsmeade, you have to submit your form..." Maka blinked, "I've been used to it for a long time, I really forgot about this."
This thought only stayed in Maka's mind for a maximum of two seconds before he threw it out of his mind again.
Where should he go to get an autograph? Want Dumbledore to sign it
However, at this moment, over in the Transfiguration classroom, Harry, who was in the same situation as Maka, was not as free and easy as he was.
Although Harry had already decided to ask Professor McGonagall, he had been thinking about the time of the class and still had not made up his mind.
It wasn't until just now when Professor McGonagall reminded everyone to hand in their forms as soon as possible that he plucked up the courage under Ron's urging.
"Ask," Ron whispered to Harry.
"Oh, but—" Hermione clearly disagreed.
"Go ahead, Harry," Ron urged stubbornly.
Harry waited until everyone had left, then slowly "moved" to Professor McGonagall's desk.
"Um, Potter?"
Harry took a deep breath.
"Professor, my aunt and uncle... oh... they forgot to sign my application form." He said nervously.
Professor McGonagall looked at him over her glasses and said nothing.
"So... oh... do you think it would be possible... I mean, could I... if I went to Hogsmeade, would it be possible?"
Professor McGonagall withdrew her gaze and ruffled the papers on the table.
"I'm afraid not, Potter," she said. "You heard what I just said. If you don't turn in your form, don't go. That's the rule."
"But, Professor... my aunt and uncle... you know, they're Muggles! They don't really understand... understand the tables and activities at Hogwarts." Harry struggled to think of the right words. " If you say I can go..."
Ron nodded vigorously to encourage him.
"But I wouldn't say that," said Professor McGonagall.
She stood up and neatly placed her papers in the drawer.
"The application clearly states that it must be approved by a parent or guardian." She turned back to look at him with a strange expression on her face, "I'm sorry, Potter, but this is my final decision. You'd better hurry up Come on, or you'll miss lunch."
There was obviously no way to save it.
Ron scolded Professor McGonagall a lot of unpleasant things, which made Hermione very angry; she deliberately showed a "finally happy ending" expression on her face, which made Ron even more angry.
The students in the class were happily talking loudly about what they would do first when they went to Hogsmeade.
Harry silently endured this while suppressing his depression.
"There's always a feast," Ron said, patting Harry in an attempt to cheer him up. "You know, there's always a big dinner on Halloween."
"Yeah," said Harry gloomily, "that would be great."