Most people only want to see the sun rise tomorrow. It was too philosophical.
Jon was not surprised that Cecatrice could say something like that. But in this case, Cecatrice's words clearly had her own meaning.
"But if there was no sun in the world, everyone would want to live. Since we live in this world, living is our only purpose."
"You know what? In all my years of life, I've seen very few people like you. "
Jon pursed his lips.
"Well, let's not talk about it anymore. I think I'll take your words as a compliment. Otherwise, I'm afraid our friendship will be broken."
What was supposed to be a lyrical scene was turned back into a dull state by Cecatrice's ruthless words.
"It's useless to talk about this. Instead of lamenting about life, it's better to do something practical."
Cecatrice casually found a bench and sat down.
"Do you know what's going to happen next?"
"What's going to happen next? According to the usual schedule, the school will start the Quidditch competition soon. There will be a lot of questions during this period. Let's wait and see. "
…
For several days, the students in the castle talked about nothing but the attack on Madam Loris.
Filch's overly crazy behavior made everyone unable to forget this matter. He often paced back and forth in the place where Madam Loris was killed, as if he thought the attacker would come again.
Of course, this was partly an act, but for the students, it was very scary.
Harry saw him use the "Mrs. Skoll's Magic Detergent" to scrub the words on the wall, but it was in vain. The words were still shining brightly on the stone wall.
If Filch was not patrolling the crime scene, he would secretly hide in the corridor with his two red eyes.
Then he would suddenly pounce on the unsuspecting students and find excuses to confine them, such as "breathing too loudly" or "grinning cheekily".
And Ginny Weasley did not seem to be in good spirits, which made the atmosphere in Gryffindor's team much worse.
Hermione usually spent a lot of time reading, but now she did almost nothing all day. Harry and Ron asked her what she was doing, but she ignored them, and it was not until the following Wednesday that they uncovered the mystery.
Harry was held back in Potions class because Snape had asked him to stay and wipe the caterpillars off his desk.
He cleaned up, had a quick lunch, and went upstairs to the library to find Ron. On the way, he saw Justin Fenrieri, the Hufflepuff boy in the herbology class, coming toward him.
Harry was about to greet him, but when Justin saw him, he suddenly turned around and fled in the opposite direction.
Of course, it was not his fault. Without any relevant orders, even Stephen had given the order to reduce their activities, leaving all the work to the fairies and ghosts. All the lower grade students of Hufflepuff had narrowed their activities to the large activity room and dormitory because of this order. The fifth grade and above students were all studying hard for exams. Overall, this was the most peaceful academy.
It could not be helped. Ever since Jon revealed the truth about the Basilisk, the students in the Magic Research Society's secretariat were the most nervous group. After all, in Hufflepuff, the people who were easily attacked were the most vulnerable.
Ignoring the escaped Justin, Harry found Ron at the back of the library. He was using a ruler to measure the homework for his History of Magic class. Professor Binns asked the students to write a three-foot-long essay on "The Complete History of Medieval European Wizard".
"I can't believe it, it's still eight inches short …" Ron said angrily. When he let go, the parchment immediately rolled up again. "Hermione wrote four feet seven inches, and her handwriting is very, very small."
"Where is she?"
Harry asked, grabbing the measuring tape and spreading out his homework.
"Right there," Ron said, pointing to the rows of bookshelves. "Looking for books again. She probably wants to finish reading all the books before Christmas. "
Harry told Ron that Justin Fenrieri had run away when he saw him just now.
"Why do you care what he does? I always thought he was a bit of a dimwit."
As Ron spoke, he scribbled, trying to write as big as possible. "It's all nonsense about how great Lohat is —"
Hermione stepped out from between the shelves, looking very annoyed, but finally willing to talk to them.
"Several copies of Hogwarts, A History of the Academy have been borrowed," she said, sitting down beside Harry and Ron. "There's been a two-week queue of people who want to borrow them. Oh, I wish I hadn't left mine at home, but there's no room for it in the trunk with so many of Lohat's thick books. "
"Why do you want to read it?" Harry asked.
"For the same reason that other people want to read it," Hermione said. "To look up the legend of the Chamber of Secrets."
They continued to discuss this issue until the bell rang and they went to class.
"I expect Professor Binns will have started to tell them about the Basilisk by now."
Jon sat behind the desk in the small room, quietly reading the book in his hand.
During this period of time, the preparations for the construction of the Weave had already begun, but Grindelwald still needed some time. Chown and Cecatly were happy to be free, and they began to pick up the magic lessons that they had left behind.
"The History of Magic professor? What does he know? The current history of the magic world is the edited version. "
"Anyway, the students always believe what the professor says more. As for whether it's true or not, it's hard to say if the Basilisk won't attack the students."
"That's true. After all, no one can guarantee this. Everyone has to protect themselves first."
As the two of them were talking, suddenly an owl flew in from outside the window, threw a letter on the table, and then bumped its beak with Cain, who was dozing off, and flew away.
Cecatly's heart tightened when she saw the owl deliver the letter.
"What's wrong? Could it be that something is wrong with Harry Potter again? "
"No, it's Grindelwald. He wants us to get ready to go out at night."
Jon looked at the letter in his hand and said, "The Magic Net has been set up.
"The base of the Weave has already been set. We need to start the construction work. It seems that we can forget about the afternoon nap. We still have to work hard."
"What nap? After the crisis is over, whether dead or alive, there will be time to sleep. "
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