Hermione's birthday party was finally set to be held in an activity room on the second floor of the United Building. Of course, to use the activity room of the United Building, one had to apply.
Naturally, this application couldn't be done in the name of celebrating Hermione's birthday. It had to be done in a more legitimate name. In the end, the twins were the quick-witted ones.
They wrote a plan for the food festival and submitted it. Thus, when everyone was preparing, they were talking about the first food festival in Hogwarts.
Hermione looked at the banners hanging from the ceiling.
The first one read, "Warm congratulations to the first food festival in Hogwarts."
After taking two steps, she saw the second one, "Sponsored by Weisles' House of Mischief."
Hermione held her forehead helplessly.
Then she looked at the third one, "Enjoy the food and drink ~"
Ron squeezed through the noisy crowd and walked to Hermione's side. When he saw Hermione's strange expression, he thought she was unhappy.
He comforted her. "I'm just afraid that Professor Mcgonagall will come to investigate later.
So I don't dare to announce that this is your birthday party. Also, look at the third banner! "
Hermione saw it.
She saw a row of small words on the back of the banner, "May Hermione have this day every year." She wiped the black lines on her forehead.
Hermione really wanted to say that she didn't really care what the party was about.
What she cared about was — why did she say that she was going to have a birthday party? It would have been great if the twins had said that they were going to have a food festival or a music festival!
However, Hermione was talking to a Ravenclaw girl.
While looking for Harry in the crowd, she saw the boy squatting at a table and eating with his mouth full. She was relieved.
Since it was a food festival, the twins did a lot of advertising as well as promoting the food at school, so the event was quite formal. Many girls brought their homemade snacks to participate, and some local specialties occupied a booth, so the event was quite lively.
Harry carried his plate and ate from booth to booth. After eating to his heart's content, he met Drac in front of a booth. "Hey, Drac, are you here to eat too? What is this — a little Madeleine snack? "
Drac points to the sign, "Professor Kamia sponsored it."
Harry faked a laugh but didn't say anything.
Drac did not understand. She thought that Harry was laughing at her, so she explained with a straight face, "Of course, I'm not here to freeload. The food on the table over there is sponsored by Malfoy."
"The food on the next table is sponsored by Weisles," Ron came from behind and put his arm around Harry's shoulder, and raised his eyebrows at Drac provocatively.
Before the Second Knight and the First Prince fought, Harry introduced a third person, "Ah! That's Qiu Zhang! "
Everyone knew that Qiu Zhang came from a country full of delicious food, so when she appeared, she was surrounded by a group of people. Qiu Zhang enthusiastically pointed out where her booth was, and Harry took one in each hand and followed the crowd to Qiu Zhang's booth.
This booth was different from the others. There were no plates or cups, only a large plate with small green cones stacked on top of it. Harry and the others could only stare blankly after grabbing one. Qiu Zhang demonstrated how to eat it and explained, "This is the traditional delicacy of my hometown, Zongzi. It's a special dish of the Dragon Boat Festival. It's very fragrant, very sticky, and... very sticky."
Before Qiu Zhang said the last word, Harry had already torn the leaves off the Zongzi and accidentally stuck a piece of leaf on Drac's clothes. Drac rarely screamed, but Ron, who was patiently peeling the Zongzi behind her, was startled and stabbed the whole Zongzi on Drac's back.
Although there were some small interludes, Hermione's birthday party and the first Hogwarts Food Festival ended successfully. Everyone was full and strolled back to the castle, chatting and digesting the food. Hermione was naturally the last to leave. She still had to clean up the venue with the twins. Harry, Ron, Neville, and the others also stayed to help. During this time, Hermione kept observing Harry's mood until the twins snickered again.
Hermione glared at the twins and walked directly to Harry. Before she could think of what to say, Harry took out a small box and handed it to Hermione.
"This is?"
"A birthday present!" Harry tilted his head and smiled. "Although the birthday party is Shui Shui's, Hermione's birthday can't be Shui Shui's, right?"
"Harry …" Looking at the carefully wrapped gift box in front of her, Hermione couldn't say anything.
Harry was still saying excitedly, "Quickly open it and take a look! You'll definitely like this. It wasn't easy for me to get it. "
"Harry, actually I … Sigh!" Hermione, who was full of guilt, held back her apology under Harry's expectant gaze. She lowered her head and opened her "birthday present". The box wasn't big, and the thing inside wasn't big either. It was just a small magic potion bottle.
Hermione originally thought that it would be a "radiant face" or "soft hair," but when she picked it up, there was a small note in the box. On it was written: The tooth shape is slightly adjusted. It's more reassuring than braces. Oh yeah!
"Harry … Potter!" Hermione raised her wand. "I'll let you do that. Oh yeah!"
Before Hermione's "Flying Bird Flock" could be released, Harry had already run out of the Union Building, laughing. Only the little witch was left holding a bottle of "Tooth Shape Fine-Tuning", not knowing whether to laugh or cry. However, listening to Harry's laughter, he should have had a lot of fun today.
Happy? Of course, Harry was happy. From the moment Hermione lied about her birthday, he had been in a happy mood. After noticing some of his friends' careful little movements, he was even happier.
The story had started again, his friends had returned to his side again, and all the deaths had not yet — and would not come. What could be happier than this?
Harry's smile remained on his face from the way back to the castle to the Gryffindor Tower. He washed up and lay on the four-poster bed. When he saw the star that Kamia had given him, he slowly calmed down.
There was no light in the dormitory. Only the misty moonlight came in through the window, which reminded Harry of the fog in the Babel Library. At first, Harry thought that the fog belonged to the Babel Library. Later, he learned that it belonged to Kamia. At that time, she was called Kamia.
When Harry first saw Kamia, he was very embarrassed. At that time, he had escaped from the magic world, gouged out his eyes, wandered in a deserted place, and finally died on a rainy night. When the short-haired girl saw him, he looked like a piece of garbage pulled out of the mud.
"I don't like you like this," Kamia said.
Then, Harry regained his light, and his rags changed back into the wizard's robe. He looked up at the girl. The girl sitting at the long table looked down at him indifferently. "I don't know why Maya gave you to me."
It was the terrible Grim Reaper in black who gave him to Kamia as a toy.
"I've read your story," Kamia said as she flipped through the pages. Jia Mei said coldly as she flipped through the book. A black fog rose around her, and a strange scene could be seen faintly in the fog. "Harry Potter."
Harry had no idea what she was talking about. He could only watch the girl gradually being swallowed by the black fog. Then, Kamia's slightly happy words came from the black fog. "Are you not satisfied with your story, Harry Potter?"
My story. Harry understood these words slowly. Before he could come to a conclusion, the gray days of the past came together and made a sharp cry. This cry seemed to be heard by Kamia, so the girl's joy became more obvious. "So, do you want to change this story?"
"I …" Harry's voice was hoarse after not speaking for a long time, but he still said, "I do."
The black fog dispersed. Kamia was still sitting at the long table, and the book in her hand had changed. Harry saw his name on the cover.
The girl opened the book and said to Harry, "Go in."
…
There were a total of 731 times. Harry remembered clearly that he had lived through 731 Harry Potter's life in this story.
The first time, he was very excited. He had killed all of Voldemort's plans in the cradle, and then he had designed his own death and killed the last soul fragment. The most important thing was — no one died! Dumbledore, Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, Fred, Hermione, Luna … and Snape, none of them died. He lived safely until graduation. Just as he was about to thank fate for its mercy, the world collapsed.
He returned to the Babel Library. Kamia was still sitting there, and her posture and expression had not changed much.
"It's not interesting," the girl said flatly. "This story is not interesting."
Harry was stunned for a long time before he asked, "What do you mean?"
Kamia closed the book and looked sad. "I don't like your story. It's too boring. It's like cheating."
Harry finally recognized the identity of the person sitting opposite him — she was the librarian of the Babel Library. She could control his life.
"Let me do it again." Harry bowed his head to Kamia Mei. "Please, let me do it again."
Kamia Mei opened the book indifferently.
One more time, two more times, ten more times … Harry experienced the same people and things over and over again. At first, Kamia Mei would intervene, or help Harry remove some obstacles, or set up some obstacles for him. Later, she got tired of playing with Harry and kept him in the book. When she was bored, she would call him out to relieve her boredom.
There were a total of 731 times, and Harry remembered it clearly.
No matter what the ending was, the story would always end, and he would always return to the Babel Library.
Harry lay on the bed and stretched his face into the moonlight. In the cool mist, he let out a sigh that only an old man should have.
Whoever checked the time would suddenly become old.
It was Ron's knock on the door that pulled Harry back to the world. "Harry, are you asleep?"
"Ah — no, come in." Harry got up and crawled back into the quilt. He saw a head with red hair poking in. Seeing that Harry was indeed awake, he came in with a smile.
Seeing that Ron was wearing pajamas and holding a pillow, Harry probably knew why he came here.
Sure enough, Ron scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Simo and the others are too noisy. I can't sleep. Can I stay with you for the night?"
Harry didn't believe that Ron, who grew up with the twins in the Shabby House, couldn't sleep, but he still nodded and smiled. "That's good. We can talk before going to bed."
Ron, who was entrusted with an important task by Hermione, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Don't worry, I don't snore when I sleep. Even if I snore, it won't be too loud!"
"Don't worry, I don't like to talk in my sleep. Even if I do, you can't blame me. Who told you to throw away my magic potion!" Harry complained as he and Ron put the other bed together to make it easier for them to sleep together.
Ron quickly explained, "Hermione asked me to throw it away! Erm … She checked the information and said that long-term use of the Life-Death Water can be addictive. "Little Weisles asked cautiously," Harry, do you … have sleep problems? "
"A little insomnia." Harry said simply.
Ron didn't find anything unusual with Harry and felt relieved. He then asked, "Where did you get so much Life-Death Water?"
Speaking of this, Harry's expression became subtle, as if he was trying to hold back his laughter. "Didn't Professor Snape make a lot of Life-Death Water for the Medical Wing a while ago? He sent me to deliver the medicine. "
"You stole …" Ron was also agitated. "That's Snape!"
"Bah! How can you call it stealing when it's a savior's job?" Harry said righteously.
"Well … You're really something." Ron was happy that he had tricked Snape anyway.
"You're still talking about me. Did you deliberately rub Zongzi on Drac's body today?" Harry tucked in the quilt and turned to tease Ron.
Ron lay on the pillow and snickered, but his mouth was serious. "He was the one who bumped into me, okay?"
"You didn't dodge. You even stretched your hand forward?"
"Who asked him to be so annoying …"
"Actually, he's not bad … It's a pity that Qiu Zhang's Zongzi …"
That night, the two chatted until two o 'clock before they fell asleep. They almost missed the next Monday class. Ron and Harry were not in the same class, so they had to say goodbye at the stairs. There was no time for breakfast. Fortunately, Harry was used to storing food in the dormitory, so he gave Ron a bag of bread.
Hermione was waiting anxiously in the classroom. When she saw Ron coming in with the bread in his mouth, she quickly greeted him and asked, "How was it?"
Ron swallowed the bread and made a "V" sign to Hermione. "Successfully completed the mission."
Ron's mission was to use friendship to help Harry regain his happiness. Harry's mood apparently returned to normal after the Gourmet Festival. Hermione was relieved and went back to review.
It was the end of April. According to Hermione's standards, it was a little late to review. The little witch, who was motivated to be a top student, updated her review plan in one go. Looking at her friends, who were always having fun every day, she suddenly felt worried. What about their final exams? So — Hermione's concentration camp opened again!
Ron and Neville, who had let down their guard, were caught off guard. Before they could react, they saw Hermione stuffing piles of review questions into their hands. She even earnestly said, "You guys, after you finish these questions, you'll be able to pass."
Pass? Neville, whose grades had been hovering around the middle, began to read the questions nervously. He broke out in a cold sweat. "What's the historical significance of the fairy rebellion?"
Ron was not much better. He wiped his sweat and looked up. "Have we learned all these?"
Hermione said with a straight face, "This is all knowledge from the books."
The two boys were spurred to read and do the questions by Hermione. Harry did not belong to the concentration camp. Every day, he watched his two brothers climb mountains of books and swim in the sea of questions. To be honest, it was quite cool. Of course, there was a moment when he kindly persuaded Hermione. "Don't be so nervous. They're still children! It's not good to be restrained every day. "
However, Hermione turned her head slowly and stared at Harry. "Did I stop them? They can't even finish the questions that can be finished in an hour every day in three hours. How can you blame me? "
"This …" Behind Harry's back, there were two pairs of resentful eyes. In front of him was a Hermione who was about to explode. Immediately, he broke out in cold sweat. "I'd better go and study my Potions class!"
So, the Savior failed to save his good friend and became a deserter.
Anyway, in the intense and fulfilling study, the Hogwarts slowly entered the spring season after a few drizzling spring rains. When they walked out of the castle, they saw that everything that could be green was green. Even the water of the Black Lake had a hint of green — that was the growth of the aquatic plants. Professor Sprout's greenhouse became the students' favorite place to hang out. The mild-mannered Dean Hufflepuff cultivated many interesting magical plants. They had all grown up by this time of the year.
Harry also took advantage of his friendship with Ralf when he was a Dream Builder and asked him for a pot of Restful Grass to put at the bedside. This kind of grass was good for sleep and could prevent nightmares.
As the exam approached, Hermione, who was getting more and more nervous, got a Restful Grass from Harry.
"Don't be so nervous. Isn't it just an exam? Can they expel us if we don't do well? " These were the words of the optimistic Harry. They were very effective in comforting Ron and Neville. However, he only asked Hermione to arrange a few mock exams for them before the final exam.
To be honest, Hermione's exam papers were quite good. Many first-year Gryffindor and even Hufflepuff came to borrow and copy the papers themselves.
In this way, as the weather became hotter and the shirts on their bodies became thinner, Harry and the others ushered in their final exam.
With the return of the wand, Harry's application for exemption from the exam was invalid. Therefore, he still had to take the practical exam. Therefore, Hermione really gave him a good training before the exam. However, when they arrived at the examination hall, the questions were actually not as difficult as Hermione had imagined. Therefore, Harry passed smoothly. It was during the Potions exam that Snape stood behind him and stared at him, causing him to almost forget the steps to make the Amnesia Potion.
There were not many subjects for the first-year exam, so the exam week passed quickly. Then, it was a relaxing week of fun and waiting for the results to come out. Of course, it was the boys who had fun. Hermione was still worried about the results. It was not until the foreign students sent her a message through the address book that the little witch put down her textbook and joined them in replying to letters.
The final results were very gratifying. As expected, Hermione topped the list (she was so excited that she hugged Harry tightly!). Drac followed closely behind. Harry's results were also above average, which surprised Ron. However, Ron and Neville's results were also better than they had expected, which made Hermione very pleased. Although Hermione's good results did not help Gryffindor win the School Championship, and the auditorium was still a sea of silver and green, everyone was in a good mood — the summer vacation was coming!
Harry packed his wardrobe and luggage the day before he left school, and said goodbye to his four friends at dinner. After receiving a lot of goodbyes and blessings, the boy specially went to the principal's office and the professor's office to say goodbye to every professor he knew. Some of the professors were surprised, but they all smiled and said goodbye to him.
Professor Sprout even said, "It's a pity that Kamia has gone home."
Harry only smiled, and then he heard Professor Flitwick sigh. "It's a pity that Quirrell …"
Snape was usually not in the faculty's office. He was in the cellar, so Harry specially made a trip there. After knocking on the door, he did not allow Snape to spit venom at him. He hugged the Potions Professor and said loudly, "Goodbye, Professor. Have a good summer vacation!"
Not allowing Snape to flare up, the boy turned and ran away. He ran all the way to the fourth floor before stopping. He panted and laughed loudly, attracting the attention of the portraits. Madam Loris also walked over unhappily and glared at Harry. Harry did not mind as he stroked Tomcat's head and whispered, "You too. Goodbye, Madam Loris. Goodbye, Feric."
"Goodbye, Haig!" It was still Haig who was in charge of leading them to board the fleet that crossed the lake. Harry was most reluctant to part with this big friend of his. Haig was also very sad. He patted Harry in his arms and stroked his head. "Goodbye, Harry. See you next semester. "
"Okay!"
Harry was still on the same boat with Ron, Hermione, and Neville. It was the same as when they came to Hogwarts, but this time, he had to look back to see the Hogwarts Castle in the distance.
"Harry, you have to come to my house this summer vacation!" Ron kept saying. "Uh, Hermione can come too. But I don't have a library at home."
"Then forget it." Hermione rolled her eyes and deliberately said.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
