Ron hadn't had his pet mouse since that Christmas lunch. He thought Scabbers was just a little frightened and panicked, and as soon as he got back to his bedroom, he would be lying quietly. Fell asleep in his bed or on his desk. ．".
The result was not as he wished, he couldn't find his pet anymore, and searched most of the castle during the holiday but still found nothing, no matter how helpless, Ron could only accept this reality, Hermione's Crookshanks was also imprisoned well. Although he hated the cat to the extreme, it really had nothing to do with it this time.
Harry comforted him and said: "Maybe it couldn't bear to let its master witness its own death. How many years has it been in your house?" Harry asked.
"It should have been more than ten years." Even though he had gradually accepted this reality, Ron still acted a little frustrated and replied absent-mindedly.
"It's hard for me to imagine a mouse can live so long." Hermione said in surprise, the fuse was gone, and the relationship between her and Ron became more relaxed, "Harry is right, maybe it just doesn't want to It made you sad, so it disappeared by itself." She continued.
"Maybe." Ron stared at the fireplace in front of him, stunned as the flames on the coals jumped up and then disappeared.
"My Crookshanks has been very lethargic lately." Hermione said worriedly, while gently stroking Crookshanks' smooth ginger-colored fur with her hand, and the cat responded with a lazy meow watching her touch.
"Then you'd better take it to Madam Pomfrey," Ron said with concern. The most fundamental reason was resolved, and he had no prejudice against the cat anymore, and even felt the same way, hoping that nothing would happen to Hermione's cat, he now quite understands how it feels to lose a pet.
"En" Hermione nodded lightly. Since she came back from Hogsmeade that time, Crookshanks has been in a bad state. Sometimes she often looks around anxiously, as if looking for something, with a look in her eyes. There were still some unexplainable emotions, Hermione felt lonely, but quickly denied her thoughts.
A cat shouldn't have such complicated emotions.
"We should go." Hermione looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, it was now dinner time.
Today is the last day of the holiday. All the students have to go back to school to start a new semester. Every table in the auditorium has prepared a sumptuous dinner for them, including potatoes, beef, mutton, onion and cheese, etc. they are all happy
To their surprise, when they entered the auditorium, they found that there were many people missing from the Slytherin table. "
The Christmas trees decorated with gifts around the students hadn't been removed, and there was still some festive atmosphere left. They were all surprised to find that there were a few more chairs beside the big golden chair that belonged to Dumbledore.
They guessed that Dumbledore might have something to announce today.
Just when the students were almost seated, the door suddenly opened, gusts of cold wind poured in, causing many students to tighten their necklines.
Malfoy Pansy and the remaining players from Slytherin's Quidditch team filed in, even wearing special clothes for Quidditch training.
"Professor, I'm sorry, it's snowing too much outside. There were some accidents when we rushed back, so we were a little late." Malfoy patted the snow on his shoulder slightly, and walked in front of Dumbledore, representing their group explained to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was wearing a dark purple luxurious robe today, which was embroidered with stars of different sizes and some wonderful patterns and patterns.
He didn't blame anything, but responded with a smile: "It's not too late, it's just in time for the dinner." Then he waved and told them to return to their seats quickly.
"I believe everyone's holiday is very pleasant, I don't have anything to say before the meal, let's start eating." Dumbledore's voice was thick and resonant, resounding throughout the auditorium.
The students' appetites were great. They happily took their favorite food from the table, chatted with each other, and told about their experiences during the holiday.
The Quidditch players in the Slytherin team were all silent, just quietly eating the food in front of them, but their eyes were frighteningly bright, which implied absolute confidence.
"Could it be that they thought that the special training would guarantee victory?" Ron said with a contemptuous emotion while taking a piece of lamb chop in front of him.
"Harry, you're not training less than them, are you?" Ron nudged Harry again.
"Of course." Harry nodded and adjusted his glasses
"Besides you still have..." Ron paused, it was a secret.
The fact that Harry got a Firebolt is still a secret, and they are going to use it as a trump card to deal with Ravenclaw. If they knew this information in advance, they might be targeted in advance.
There was an episode in the middle. Hermione was still worried on the day Harry received the Firebolt, so she told Professor McGonagall about it. At that time, their lunch had just ended, and Professor Flitwick was also present. I decided to take this broom apart and check it carefully, inside and out, to avoid any harmful spells on it.
To be honest, Harry and Ron did this to a brand new broomstick, it was "unforgivable", it was too cruel.
But they had to accept it. Harry knew in his heart that Professor McGonagall wanted Gryffindor to win the Quidditch Cup, but she still made such a choice. It just means that she attaches great importance to Harry's safety, and he can't complain about it.
"How about it? Minerva?" But when they were all desperate, Dumbledore happened to appear behind them, still maintaining his kind smile.
Dumbledore took the Firebolt lightly, and just swept it lightly with his wand, a lot of dazzling white lights appeared around the Firebolt, and there was a transparent smoke in it, and then it restarted extremely quickly. Return to calm, as if nothing happened just now.
"No problem," said Dumbledore, twirling his beard.
"Perfect!" Harry and Ron looked at each other, then clapped their hands together, looking very excited, which meant that the Firebolt would no longer have to be chopped into pieces.
The Dumbledores are so happy, and they are also cheerful.
Back in time, when all the students had eaten and drank enough, the food on the plates began to disappear, and then the plates also began to disappear, and finally the four long tables became empty again.
"I'm sorry, I have to delay everyone's time again tonight." Dumbledore said as he walked up to the front desk and helped his half-moon lenses. Announcement: This site recommends a free novel app, bid farewell to all advertisements. Please follow the WeChat official account to enter the download and installation: appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)