Christmas is coming, and many Hogwarts students choose to return to their homes to spend this holiday with their parents. 』．．
But Harry, Ron, and Hermione all chose to stay in school.
Harry knew that they were actually staying for him.
Ever since he returned from Hogsmeade last time, Harry's mood has been in a low state. He is extremely upset. Anyone who knows such a cruel reality will not feel good, and anyone who is close to him will feel bad. Without telling him, why was his parents betrayed to death by his best friend, but no one ever told him
"Harry, you have to calm down, they don't tell you because they are afraid that you will do something stupid." Hermione stood by the fireplace, staring at Harry, and said seriously.
"That's right, Blake just wants you to know the truth, then he will set a trap for you, and wait for you to fall into the trap." Ron said worriedly.
Maybe the only thing that can give me some comfort is that Hermione has temporarily reconciled with Ron again.
He knew that Hermione even took the initiative to find Ron because she was worried about him after that day, and asked him to persuade her together.
But the hatred in his heart is like a poison that has no solution. The crazy laugh of Blake in the newspaper appeared in his mind all the time. He laughed so grinningly that he bombarded his father's good friend in the bustling neighborhood. It was broken into pieces, no matter how much his friends tried to persuade him, it would not help.
"You look very bad, Harry."
"I'm fine." Harry forced a smile.
"This is too fake." Ron said more worriedly, they have been together for so long, should they force a smile or come.
Harry also misses Hagrid very much now. He doesn't know where Hagrid has gone, and there is no news of him until now. They are all worried about Hagrid.
When it really came to Christmas, he received presents from everyone, such as a scarlet hooded fur coat from Mrs. Weasley.
But what surprised him the most was that he received a new broom.
Firebolt!
Exquisite workmanship, smooth lines, perfect feel, first-class flying broom!
He and Ron had been studying this broom for almost the whole morning, and he was very excited, so that his chances of winning in future competitions would be better.
They guessed many people and who sent them, but they were all denied.
Soon Hermione also met them in the lounge. She didn't congratulate him, but even advised him not to use the broom. She suspected that the broom might be a conspiracy and there might be danger on it.
"Oh my God, maybe that broom was given to Harry by Sirius Black, yes, he wanted to murder Harry, and the way he did it was to make Harry win the Quidditch Cup and be happy, right? " said Ron impatiently.
In the end, Hermione and Ron quarreled again because of Scabbers and Crookshanks, and they sat in two corners of the lounge. Hermione still stared at Harry's broom from time to time, as if the broom had offended her.
At lunch time they all went into the hall, and found that the tables there had again been moved against the walls, and there was only one table for twelve in the middle of the room. Professor Dumbledore, Magsnape, Prout, and Flitwick were there, as was Filch. Filch had shed his usual brown coat and was wearing a very old and rather dated tuxedo. Besides them, there was a first-year Gryffindor student, and Malfoy and Pansy in Slytherin.
"I really can't figure out why they stayed in school." Ron whispered to Harry, he really didn't want to see him, the person who once "saved" him in name.
Harry didn't speak.
Hermione Malfoy, recalling what she had heard that day in Hogsmeade.
At that time, she didn't dare to get too close, for fear of being discovered, she vaguely felt that this situation was somewhat similar, which gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The further back, the voices of Malfoy and Fudge became lower and lower, so that she couldn't hear clearly, but there was still a keyword for her to hear, such as "Blake's big news to restore reputation" and the like , she deduced that Malfoy might have known about Black's whereabouts from some sources, and then revealed it to Fudge, so that he could redeem his reputation.
Even though she was sympathetic to the Minister for Magic's behavior and tone sometimes, she still believed that at least Fudge was on their side, and that the indignation Fudge expressed when he talked about Black's past was not fake.
This also made her worry about Harry subside a lot. At this moment, she believed that Black would be arrested and brought to justice soon. At that time, Fudge's excited appearance was deeply imprinted in her mind. Considering her own image, she believed that maybe Fudge would dance with excitement on the spot.
After that, she didn't listen any more, and she had to find Harry as soon as possible, so that he wouldn't be stupid, even though it was already in the Gryffindor common room at night when Harry went back that day, and Harry went back before her Even earlier.
In order to avoid disputes, she chose to keep what she heard a secret. She knew Ron's prejudice against Malfoy, and if she told him, there might be other accidents.
"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore, interrupting Hermione as the three of them approached the table together. "We are not many people, it would be a bit silly to use those tables in each house... Sit down, sit down!" Dumbledore looked at them with a smile.
Harry Ron and Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table.
"Firecracker!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically, handing the tail of a large silver firecracker to Snape, who reluctantly took it and pulled it. With a bang, the firecrackers scattered like a shotgun, revealing a big witch's hat with a pointed top, and there were specimens of mountain eagles on the top of the hat.
Pansy, who was sitting by the side, burst out laughing. Snape kept his sallow face expressionless and didn't say anything. He still had a relatively high tolerance for the students of his college, and it was a holiday now.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and grinned, but restrained.
Snape's mouth pursed, he pushed the hat over to Dumbledore, who immediately replaced it with his own wizard's hat.
"Eat!" he said with a smile to the whole table.
"When are we leaving?" Pansy whispered affectionately, leaning on Malfoy's shoulder. He said that he had prepared a secret weapon for their team at Christmas, which made her very excited, her teammates Having already arrived at the place they agreed upon, Malfoy said that he had a minor matter at school and would rush over later, so she herself decided to stay with him.
"Soon, we'll be out after this meal, it's inconvenient for us to fill our stomachs during the journey." Malfoy explained.
"Don't get too excited, this is a special training at the expense of your vacation, you have to be prepared to endure hardships." Malfoy added.
"As long as you can win the championship, it's fine." Pan Xi's eyes brightened.
"They certainly don't know that you now have the most advanced broom in the world." Ron couldn't help but want to laugh when he heard their conversation, so he leaned closer to Harry's ear and said in a low voice. "This is definitely a secret weapon that they can't think of."
"It's up to you in the end," Harry said, but his expression still betrayed his inner joy, and he was looking forward to the surprised looks of the Slytherins.
It's just that because of the round-robin format, they and the Slytherin team will no longer meet again in the Quidditch Cup this time, which makes Harry somewhat disappointed.
"By the way, why didn't you let me go to Hogsmeade last time? Just left me alone in school?" Pansy asked suddenly. There was a little dissatisfaction in his tone, and the happy mood just now because of the "special training" suddenly changed, and the sunny turned cloudy.
"This is just a small punishment for your drinking last time. It's better to drink this kind of drink at your age." While talking, Malfoy handed her a cup of honey tea.
"Oh, okay." She pursed her lips and took it, but didn't take a sip.
"Does this sausage taste good?" This was Dumbledore's voice, and he was asking Malfoy who was sitting next to him with concern.
"Of course, Professor." Malfoy nodded politely, and then took a plate full of sausages from Dumbledore.
Just then, the door of the hall opened. In came Professor Trelawney, gliding towards us as if on wheels. For Christmas, she wore a green dress with tinsel decorations that made her look even more like a bright oversized dragonfly.
"It's a pleasure to have you, Sybil," said Dumbledore, getting up to greet her.
But just when he was about to stand up, a loud bark suddenly sounded from under the table.
"Banban, what's the matter with you?" Banban, who was hiding in Ron's arms, suddenly jumped out, soared into the air, and ran wildly on the table full of plates, rushing left and right, as if there was something killing him behind him. Like a ghost, many plates were overturned by it on the table, making the sound of ping-pong-pong glass crashing, and some of them were unlucky, and fell directly to the ground, breaking into pieces and making a bang sound.
Finally, it jumped off the dining table and went to nowhere.
"No." Hermione spread her hands, sighed and said, "I've locked Crookshanks in my dormitory because of this mouse." Ron looked at Hermione almost immediately, and Hermione explained in this way road.
"You can't tell the difference between a cat and a dog, can you?" Hermione said helplessly afterwards.
"It's the first time that a mouse is scared like this by a dog barking. Shouldn't mice be afraid of cats? Weasley's pets are really unusual." Pansy giggled when she saw this.
"You!" Ron glared at Pansy, but had no time to argue with her.
"It's really a lively pet." Dumbledore said with a smile while twisting his beard. His getting up just now was interrupted by the dog barking, but he didn't continue to stand up to greet him, and continued to maintain his sitting posture.
"Weasley, your two brothers have played a prank again." Malfoy bent down, eyeing the table legs, then stretched out his hand and pulled it out vigorously, and took out a scarlet horn with some stripes .
"" Malfoy poked the horn again, and now the cat's lazy "meow" came out.
"Those two rascals don't even have Christmas." Filch's face was black as coal.
"The festival should be more festive, I think it's good." Dumbledore still looked happy, and even reached out to take the horn and pressed it.
"Quack quack."
Again came the sound of ducks.
"Interesting, reminds me of their Howler letter from last semester." Dumbledore said while playing with the horn.
"Oh, Sybil, why don't you come here, there is still a vacancy here." Dumbledore waved to Professor Trelawney again.
"Headmaster, I've been at the ball," said Professor Trelawney, in the faintest and most distant of her voices, "to my astonishment that I left my own lunch to join your dinner. I Who could refuse the urging of fate? I walked out of my building immediately, and I sincerely beg you to forgive me for being late..."
"Of course. Of course," said Dumbledore, eyes bright, "let me get you a chair—"
Sure enough, he pulled a chair in mid-air with his wand, and the chair turned in mid-air for a few seconds before falling between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall with a blunt sound. However, Professor Trelawney didn't sit down, her big eyes kept filling the table and she let out a low scream.
"I dare not, principal! If I sit down, there will be thirteen people at a table! There is nothing more unlucky than thirteen! Never forget that if thirteen people eat together, the first one to stand up after the meal People will die first!"
"We're willing to take the risk, Sybil," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "Sit down, the turkey is going to be as cold as a rock."
"No, I'll just go now." Malfoy stood up. "To be honest, I'm already full. Now I have to pack our luggage. Let's meet at the door in two hours, Pansy." Malfoy followed Pansy while supporting the chair.
"Everyone, please enjoy it slowly." He said politely.
"Now that I'm gone, you don't have to worry about adding exactly twelve more people, right, Professor?" Malfoy walked up to Professor Trelawney and whispered.
"It's as if I drove you away." Professor Trelawney muttered, and then sat on the empty chair, the expression on his face softened a lot.
"Of course not." Malfoy said with a smile, then turned and walked quickly towards the exit of the auditorium.
"Let's continue." Dumbledore raised the wine glass in front of him and said to everyone.
So the students and teachers at the dining table began to enjoy the delicious food in front of them again, but Ron looked worriedly at the exit from time to time, still worrying about his pet mouse.
"So, the mouse should be the first to leave the table?"
"You're the thirteenth person, Peter." Malfoy sighed inwardly when one foot was about to step out of the door. (To be continued.) Announcement: Biquge app is online, supporting Android and Apple. Please follow the WeChat official account to enter the download and installation: appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)