In this crazy March, Hogwarts was destined to not be too peaceful.
After the farewell party for the teacher-student get-together,
Several things happened in succession, and none of them were good.
Thus, the entire school was in a repressed and manic mood.
First, Professor Quirrell was reported for using dangerous black magic tools in class, which led to an investigation by the Ministry of Magic.
After all, even though two generations of Black Devil Kings had fallen,
Black magic was still a sensitive term in the magic world. Harry saw Professor Quirrell being taken away in class. During that class, Professor Quirrell was demonstrating to everyone how to add anti-peeping magic to his diary.
The lady in a pink suit asked everyone sweetly, "What spells did Professor Quirrell teach you?"
"Grin Hula La!" "Leg Lock Spell!" "Joy Spell!"
Professor Quirrell, who was so nervous that his face turned pale, smiled gratefully at the students.
It was as if he was crying.
"Children shouldn't lie ~" The sweet lady smiled so sweetly that it could drip honey.
However, there was no kindness in her words. "Thomas, take out Professor Quirrell's black magic tool box."
A male staff member who also had a comedic smile jumped in from outside the door.
He placed the small black leather box that many people had seen before, the one that Professor Quirrell had brought to class, on the podium. Professor Quirrell's face turned even paler.
The sweet lady gestured for the comedian to open the box.
Then, she inspected the gadgets in the box in front of the silent students. "Wah wah wah wah ~ Quirrell, do you usually use these black magic tools on the students in class?"
"These... these are not black magic..." Professor Quirrell stared at the sweet lady's hand and explained.
He stammered as he explained.
The students also opened their mouths. "These are just pranks..."
"No!" The sweet lady stretched out a fat finger and waved it in front of everyone. "Children, please don't worry.
"Children, pranks are not allowed in class! Of course, professors are not allowed to use black magic to prank students. "She concluded happily.
"Alright, Thomas.
Take Professor Quirrell away. We will check to see to what extent his body and mind have been corroded by black magic. "
Everyone watched as Professor Quirrell was dragged away by the comedian. The sweet lady proudly floated his box beside her as she walked through the corridors of Hogwarts like a trophy of war. As for the thin and pale Quirrell, he was clearly the captive.
Harry and the others saw that when Quirrell was being pulled through the courtyard, a Ravenclaw girl with a high ponytail rushed out from the side and gave Quirrell a tight hug, scaring the poor professor.
The sweet lady smiled sweetly and pulled the girl away. She jotted down something in her notebook with interest. "Wow ~ Seducing a female student? Quirrell, you are really like a Black Wizard...
Quirrell was taken away in front of everyone's eyes and never returned. Their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor had become Snape. It was said that he would apply for this position every year, but he was never approved. Thus, a rumor quietly spread among the students — the person who reported Quirrell was Snape.
"Reasonable reasoning!" Ron said firmly. The boys agreed.
Harry did not express his opinion. Instead, he looked for the twins in the crowd, but found that the brothers were not in the lounge.
"They were quite upset after Professor Quirrell left." Ron noticed Harry's actions and explained in a low voice, "You know, they... Well, they are friends."
Harry nodded and asked, "Then what about Hermione?" Speaking of which, Hermione actually allowed Ron and Neville to gossip here. Had their study group, aka the revision camp, been disbanded?
Speaking of Hermione, Ron's expression changed. He pulled Harry out of the crowd and walked to a corner.
Harry saw that Ron's expression was not right and was slightly surprised. "You overthrew Hermione's hegemonism?"
"Not us." Ron looked a little irritable. "It was the girls."
Harry knew that Hermione was not popular among the girls. Speaking of which, the girl who had the best relationship with Hermione was probably Jean Grey... However, Harry did not expect the situation to be so serious.
"I heard from Lavender that Hermione had not spoken to her roommates for a month. Everyone felt that she was too unsociable. Then... Didn't Hermione attend a party with us a few days ago? Katie and the others felt that Hermione and us, "Ron pointed to Harry and himself," were in the same group. They did not treat the girls as friends. "
Then, when Hermione returned to the dormitory that day, she found that her textbooks had been thrown at the door by her roommates.
Neville also followed and added timidly, "I heard that Hermione did not say a word. She just picked up the textbooks and went out. She hasn't come back yet."
"That's too much." Harry frowned.
"Yeah, now the girls are divided into several factions. Many of them are condemning Katie and the others." Neville felt that the world of girls was really dangerous.
"No, it's almost curfew. Hermione hasn't come back yet!" Harry got up. "We have to go and find Hermione."
"Hey, Harry!" Ron stopped Harry. "Why do you want to find her now?" Isn't it still frustrating for her? "At an angle that Neville couldn't see, Ron mouthed," The Room of Requests. "
Harry immediately understood.
In the following days, Hermione settled in the Room of All Requests. Harry and the others also tried to persuade her, but the little witch was indifferent and did not intend to reconcile with the girls. On the other hand, Katie and the others, who didn't know where Hermione had gone, were a little scared. They had done what they did in a moment of impulse, and they didn't intend to chase Hermione out. So, they anxiously asked the boys about Hermione's whereabouts twice.
The distressed boys had to use all kinds of means to reconcile the contradictions between the girls.
The Second Knight: "Hermione ~ The twins are going crazy. They are waiting for the smartest witch to come up with a plan."
Walking Bookshelf: "Haha."
I Really Want to Go to Badger Yard: "Hermione... I'm still waiting for you to come and give me tutoring (; ′? `). I'm most likely going to fail in Potionology..."
Walking Bookshelf: "Finish the test I left behind."
You-Koow-Who: "Well, Minmin, you are a person with a big heart. Why do you care about a group of little girls?"
Hermione did not reply to the message. Ron complained to Harry, "Of all the things you said, why do you have to say that Hermione is ambitious? Aren't you exposing other people's shortcomings?"
Harry was stunned for a long time before he realized how bad Ron's understanding of idioms was.
Harry was also depressed because of the series of bad things. When he went back to Gryffindor Tower, the students were in conflict, and the professor who tutored him after class was also suffering from rumors. His face was getting darker by the day. He wanted to go to the Union Building to have some fun, but they were all busy preparing for the practical training exam. Those who were not busy preparing for the exam were preparing to go back to the United States.
Anyway, it was boring everywhere. Spring had arrived, and everywhere was full of vitality, but Harry felt that he had nowhere to vent his energy.
Once people were bored, they would do things that they normally would not dare to do, such as running naked, shouting, taking drugs... Harry did not do that, he just drank butter beer to relieve his boredom.
It was during the last farewell party that Harry managed to get the location of the Hogwarts kitchen out of the Weasley twins. Since then, he had been able to freeload food and drinks from the house elves whenever he was free. These respectable elves didn't care if you were old enough to drink beer, they would satisfy all your requests with tears in their eyes.
Harry did not intend to drink too much. He just wanted to have some fun, but under the eager gazes of the elves, one sip, two sips... Last time he drank a can, he directly splashed and fell asleep, and it was Ron who carried him back. This time, he was mentally prepared, so he could walk after drinking two cans.
"No … You don't have to send me off … I … I haven't blacked out yet …" Harry cheerfully declined the elf's kindness and slowly walked back to the dormitory along the spiral staircase. But why was the staircase so strange?
"Why... why haven't I finished yet..." Harry was angry and simply sat down on the stairs.
Kamia had just sent Mr. Lovegood away and was about to talk to Snape about taking over the practical training class when she found Harry Potter walking up and down a flight of stairs.
"Potter? Potter? "Kamia curiously went over to take a look and found that it was not a ghost walking around, but the kid was just blacking out from drinking too much.
Harry's brain obviously ran away from home, and he could only look at Kamia and smile foolishly. "Professor... Hello... Professor... Burp... Goodbye..."
"What the hell?" Kamia did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Do you still remember that you are going to participate in the dream-building training?"
"Training, training, I remember..." Harry continued to smile foolishly.
"Well, good that you remember. Come with me." Kamia reached out and pulled the kid up.
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