The dawn of Christmas is here, the weather is cold, the surroundings are covered with white snow, Hogwarts is as thick and silent as the snow on the ground, the dull atmosphere envelopes the whole castle, the students seem to be like eggplants beaten by frost, one after another The petrification incident made them feel a little bit unmotivated about the long-awaited Christmas.
Early in the morning, Harry was woken up by Hermione. He subconsciously looked at Ron's bed, which was still empty. He sighed and thought, "Today we might find the murderer."
"Merry Christmas to you," Hermione told him, tossing Harry the present, and confirming the exciting news that the medicine was ready.
Harry sat up, suddenly wide awake.
"Malfoy better hope he doesn't do anything bad, or I won't let him go." Harry clenched his fists. Then he teased Ron's pet—Banban. It seemed that because the owner was petrified, Banban seemed a little listless.
"Yeah." Hermione just nodded slightly.
At this moment, Hedwig flew into the room with a small package in her mouth. It seemed to be a Christmas gift for Harry, Hedwig gently bit his ear in a very affectionate way, this greeting was much more precious than the gift it brought him.
A toothpick and a letter from a bad relative doesn't cheer people up.
Harry's other Christmas presents were much more satisfying. Hagrid gave him a large packet of fudge, which Harry decided to soften by the fire before eating, and Hermione bought him a fancy quill. Harry unwrapped the last gift, which turned out to be a brand new hand-knitted sweater and a big raisin cake from Mrs. Weasley. He held up Mrs. Weasley's card, feeling guilty again. He thought of Mr. Weasley's car, which hadn't been seen since the collision with the Whomping Willow, and of Ron, who was lying ill, which made it even more difficult for him to receive the gift. up.
He saw the unopened "Flying with the Artillery Team" on Ron's desk, and he knew it was a gift that Ron was going to give him, but now he was not there.
At the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, everyone ate with gusto, and the food was still able to divert other people's attention. The delicious food made them temporarily forget the previous dull atmosphere.
The auditorium looked magnificent. Not only were there a dozen frost-covered Christmas trees and thick friezes of mistletoe and holly criss-crossing the ceiling, but there was also enchanted snow, warm and dry, falling softly from the ceiling. . Dumbledore led them in a few of his favorite Christmas carols, Hagrid getting louder as he downed glass after glass of eggnog.
"Hermione, it's time." Harry estimated that the time would be enough, and said to Hermione.
"Yes." Hermione nodded.
Malfoy and Pansy were enjoying the food brought by the Christmas dinner at the Slytherin table, when suddenly there was a scream from the crowd, and then spread to the Slytherin table.
A pen got out of control, it ran wildly in the sky, frantically splashing black ink around, splashing everywhere, the students screamed. It also brought long-lost vitality to the auditorium. It kept moving towards the Slytherin table, and finally came to Pansy.
"My God." Pansy screamed, and quickly got up to avoid this "root of all evil." But he still couldn't dodge in time, and was sprayed with black ink all over. As for Malfoy, he was concentrating on his own affairs at the time, but subconsciously recited a curse to himself to avoid suffering, and Pan Xi didn't take it into consideration.
"Who did it?" Pansy squealed like a kitten with a blown fur, looking around, trying to find the culprit. It won't be good, let alone she is still eating.
"I'm sorry, just now Fred and George had a little problem when they were teaching me to use this pen." Harry walked over from the crowd, lowered his head and apologized sincerely.
"Huh?" Malfoy was not in the mood to take care of these things, he was still thinking about how to find a chance to solve the diary and the basilisk together once and for all, so he raised his head slightly. Facing Pansy's robe, he said, "Clean it up." It seemed that he wanted to make a big deal into a small one, and he was going to persuade Pansy not to argue with Harry.
As a result, it was completely ineffective.
"I'm really sorry." Harry buried his head lower, "The ink in this pen is specially made, and it needs a special potion to wash it off."
"Oh, there is no way." Malfoy shrugged and said to Pansy: "Then go to our dean, I believe he has a way."
"What a disappointment." Pansy looked angrily at her ink-stained wizard robe.
Malfoy didn't have any suspicions, not to mention that he was now focusing all his energy on the diary. He would witness the rampage of the Weasley brothers' pranks almost every week. , Now that the plot has become like this, Crabbe and Goyle have been thrown away by him. He has no idea that someone will try to talk to him later.
History is always strikingly similar.
Harry led Pansy out of the auditorium with a dejected face, and then secretly gestured to Hermione as if he was done. Hermione understood and hurried to the girls' bathroom. She must hurry up, haha There is not much time that Lee can buy.
She wasn't much different in stature from Pansy, but she still stole a robe from the Slytherin dressing room, as clothing was not the same between the two houses.
In the bathroom, the bubbling, syrupy soup was gurgling. Hermione was a little nervous by herself. If Ron and Harry were here, she might not be so nervous, but a person who is now Sick girl, one is attracting attention for her.
She held the spoon in her trembling hand, then scooped up the big blob of soup and poured it into the glass she had already prepared.
The soup made a loud noise, like a pot of boiling water, frothing vigorously. After a second, it changed to a slightly purple color.
Perhaps because of her similar stature, Hermione, who only slightly adjusted her figure, did not suffer too much pain, but her face was slightly itchy. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself.
There is no flaw.
But now she couldn't go out immediately, which was so strange, Hermione held back her eagerness to go out, and paced back and forth in the bathroom, she could only choose to believe that Harry would buy her enough time.
About twenty minutes later, Hermione slowly came out of the girls' washroom. When she came out, she tried to avoid being noticed, and kept looking around. She was panting heavily, trying to calm down. A heart that is about to jump out of his chest, this tension should not be due to just one reason.
In front of the door of the auditorium, she took another deep breath and touched her chest with her hand, as if she wanted to fix it there. Maybe the distance to face the truth was so close, but she felt that she was getting more and more Fear, she even had the idea of running away, but she thought of those classmates who were petrified, and one of her best friends—Ron, who was lying unconscious in a sick bed, her hesitant heart Firm down.