Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Huh? What to deal with?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"She has so many classes!" Ron widened his eyes. "This morning, I heard her talking to Professor Victor. Victor is the witch who teaches arithmetic and divination-they are talking about yesterday's Homework, but it was impossible for Hermione to go to the arithmetic and divination class yesterday, because she took the magical creature protection class with us!"

"And Ernie McMillan told me that Hermione never missed even a Muggle studies class, but half of this class conflicts with divination, and she has never missed any divination class!"

Harry didn't have time to discuss Hermione's unworkable class schedule at the moment. He had to write Snape's paper quickly.

But Ron kept chattering beside him, which made him very depressed.

On Maca's side, everyone didn't know what he was up to, but he was always running to the principal's office lately, which made him look more hurried than Hermione.

Harry and Ron only met him a few times on a limited basis.

I have to say that they all feel that every time they see Maca, they will find that he looks more tired than last time.

"What happened to him and Hermione?"

One day, when Harry and Ron were walking to the common room, Ron couldn't help complaining.

"Who knows?"

Harry answered the password, drilled through the door, and immediately saw Hermione staying behind her mountain of books.

"Can I sit down?" Harry asked Hermione.

"I think so." Hermione said, removing a large piece of parchment from a chair.

Harry looked at the messy table, then at the long, wet arithmetic divination paper, then at the longer Muggle research paper, and the magic that Hermione was working on. Text translation.

"Explain why Muggles need electricity?" Ron leaned forward, looking at the Muggle research paper, reading word by word.

Hermione reached out and rolled it up-its ink was dry.

"Well...Oh! I should go and feed Zbanban a tonic!" Ron suddenly shouted, "Maca gave me another vial before, that works!"

Hermione ignored him, and Harry waved at him.

"...Then, how can you handle so many things?" When Ron left, Harry turned his head and asked.

"Oh, uh—you know—work hard." Although Hermione was a bit hesitating, she at least showed that she was pretending to be nonchalant.

Harry leaned closer to discover that she looked almost as tired as Maca.

"Why do you study two subjects so often?" Harry couldn't help asking.

At this moment, Hermione picked up another book and looked for her Mowen dictionary.

"I can't do it!" Hermione said casually.

Harry picked up the essay on arithmetic and divination. After reading it for a few times, he felt a little dizzy—the number table and various calculation formulas on it were too complicated.

"Arithmetic divination looks really scary..." Harry frowned.

"Oh, no! Arithmetic divination is amazing!" Hermione showed a sincere expression, "Arithmetic divination is one of my favorite courses! It's..."

Although Hermione gave him a detailed introduction, Harry still didn't understand the magic of arithmetic divination.

At this moment, a muffled shout came from the stairs of the male dormitory.No one spoke in the entire common room, and everyone was full of fear and she stared at the door.

The rush of footsteps became louder and louder, and then...

Ron jumped into everyone's sights, with a sheet covered with him.

"Look!" he roared, striding over to Hermione's table, "Look!"

Ron yelled, shaking the sheet in front of her.

"Ron,

"Scaly! Look! Scaly!"

Hermione stepped back, avoiding Ron, whose face was distorted, completely at a loss.

Harry looked at the bed sheet Ron was holding—there was something red on it, which looked terrible, like—

"Blood!" Ron yelled in a panic silence. "It's dead! Do you know what else is on the floor?"

"No, I don't know..." Hermione's voice trembled.

Ron threw something on Hermione's translation of magic text, and Hermione and Harry leaned forward and looked forward.They saw a few long ginger cat hairs scattered on the weird, long and pointed magic characters.

...

In recent days, Ron and Hermione’s friendship seemed to have broken down—both were so angry that Harry didn't know how to remedy their relationship.

Ron was annoyed that Hermione never took Crookshanks' intention to eat Scattered seriously, and never bothered to observe Crookshanks carefully.

He thought that Hermione still pretended to think that Crookshanks was innocent at the moment, and suggested that Ron go under the beds of all boys to look for spots.

Hermione, who recovered, said furiously that Ron had no evidence. Those yellow hairs might have been there since Christmas, and since the day Crookshanks jumped on Ron's head in that magical zoo. , Ron has always been biased against her cat.

Harry personally believed that Crookshanks did eat Scab, and tried to point out to Hermione that all the evidence pointed to this, and then she also lost her temper to Harry.

"Well, stand on Ron's side, I know you will!" she said angrily, "First it was Firebolt, now it's Scabbard. Everything is my fault, isn't it? I don't need to report Firebolt. At least you won't be nagging all day long, but this time, let me be alone! Harry, I have a lot to do!"

Ron looked very sad when he lost the mouse.

"Okay, Ron. Don't you keep talking about how annoying Scabbers are," Fred said readily, "and it hasn't had any energy for a long time. It's a little bit...you know, it's dead. It’s probably better soon."

"Fred!" Ginny said angrily.

"Scaly is just eating and sleeping all day long, Ron, you said it yourself." George said.

"But... Maca has been sending me nourishing rat food," Ron said miserably. "Isn't it, Harry?"

"Oh-yes, fried peanuts, that's really delicious!" Harry said.

"Perhaps Maca is making Shaban a rat food taster!" Fred couldn't help but smile. "This may be the most valuable thing it has done in its life! Oh, well, Ron, Make peace with Hermione and buy another rat. What's the use of lamenting?"

Harry persuaded Ron to go to the field with him to watch the last training of the Gryffindor team before the game, so that Ron could ride the Firebolt after the training, as the last resort to make Ron happy.

"Good idea! Can I try to play ball too?"

It seemed that Ron had temporarily forgotten Scabbers, so they went to the Quidditch pitch together.

The next day, Harry, who had a firebolt and had undergone rigorous training, won the victory as expected.

After the game, everyone wrapped Harry and headed to the Gryffindor common room. A lively party lasted until the evening.

Fred and George Weasley were missing for two hours, and when they came back they were holding a bottle of Butterbeer, Fizzing Pumpkin Juice, and large bags of Honey Duke’s sweets.

"How did you get it?" Angelina asked.

At this time, George began to throw toad mint into the crowd.

"We got a little help from the moon face, wormtail, bigfoot, and prongs." Fred whispered in Harry's ear.

Only one person did not attend this joyous party.

Hermione sat in a corner unbelievably, trying to read a big book called "The Life and Social Habits of the British Muggle Family".

Seeing Fred and George starting to juggle with Butterbeer bottles, Harry took the opportunity to leave the table and came to Hermione.

"Have you never been to the game?" Harry asked.

"Of course I have been." Hermione didn't look up at Harry at all, and her voice was strangely high. "I'm glad we won. I think you did a good job, but I must finish reading by Monday. This book……"

"Come on, Hermione, come and eat something." Harry glanced at Ron, who was smiling happily at the moment, and he couldn't help thinking: Is Ron's mood good enough to harm Her Min made peace?

"I can't, Harry, I have 422 pages to read!" Hermione's voice sounded a little hysterical, "Besides..."

She also looked at Ron and whispered, "I'm afraid he wouldn't want me to participate."

This matter is obvious.

Because Ron deliberately chose this opportunity and said loudly: "If the Scab is not eaten, he can eat a few of these Fudge flies. He has always liked to eat—"

Hermione cried suddenly.

Her nerves have been strained recently. Whether it is the busyness of classes and studies, or the splattered things, this keeps her in a state of depression... But Harry still did not expect it, she really said When you cry, you cry.

Before Harry could say or do anything, Hermione put the big book under her arm, sobbed and panicked open the door, and ran out of the Gryffindor common room.

"Can't you let her take a break!" Harry couldn't help but said to Ron, then glanced at the doorway, "It's already night, I think it's best to get her back as soon as possible..."

Ron also glanced at the half-open door, he struggled, but still stubbornly stubborn.

"No," Ron said with a stern face, "if she is sorry-but she never admits that she was wrong, Hermione is like this! She still looks like Baba was on vacation or something... "

Harry hesitated, sighed, and ran out of the door with a helpless look.

"It's so late, it's dark everywhere, where will Hermione go?" He couldn't help thinking. "According to Hermione's character, she definitely wouldn't run out at night. Night tours are. Violation of school rules!"