Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Ron! I agreed to what you told me this morning!"

That evening, just after a full day of class, Neville hurriedly found Ron.Because today’s last class was on herbal medicine, during the two large classes, everyone was digging the soil and burying the plants, and both legs trembled with fatigue.

No way, the arms don't count very much, but the standing time is too long.

Ron didn't know where Neville's strength came from. Although this kid's grades in herbal medicine classes have been unexpectedly good, it has nothing to do with physical strength, right?

He looked at Neville's body up and down, and after a while he had to admit that the short and chubby man was now part of the tallest group in their entire grade.

"Accepted?" Ron couldn't help but curiously asked, "Why? I remember when I asked you in the morning, you looked reluctant?"

"Am I... so obvious?" Neville suddenly showed an embarrassed expression, "I'm sorry, Ron... but I'm serious this time, I have already decided!"

"Oh, really?"

Although the reason was not asked, since Neville was willing to help, it couldn't be better.To be honest, even though he thought about asking others to ask after that, he could not figure out who he should go to after he thought about it.

The big problem he encountered this time is really not something ordinary friends can make him trust!

"You agree, that's great!" Ron grabbed Neville's hand and shook it up and down vigorously, "Thank you! I thank you on behalf of our family!"

"The whole family?" Neville was taken aback when he heard the words, "Uh...no, no thanks, I also have my reasons..."

"Anyway, thank you." Ron said happily, "Neville, you are really going to help me this time! Good buddy, the half pot of honey taffy left by my bed The sugar is all yours!"

"Oh, that's great..."

Neville paused, and suddenly felt that the impulse in his heart was gradually disappearing, and it was replaced by a new guilty conscience.

"But... do you think I can really do it?" He became less confident again.

"It works, absolutely no problem!" Ron stretched out his arm and hooked Neville's back, whispered, "I will tell you some key points in a moment, and you must do as I said. !"

At this moment, Harry, who had just been left in the greenhouse to pack his tools, trot to catch up with Ron and Neville.He looked at the two men with a bewildered look, not knowing what they were talking about, and suddenly became curious.

"What are you talking about?"

Faced with questions from good buddies, Ron did not speak directly to Harry this time.He knew that Harry was busy this Valentine's Day, and he didn't want his business to distract this good friend.

"No, nothing, it's something tomorrow." Ron shrugged. "Harry, how is it with you? Is it too late?"

"Hey, I don't know!" Harry was immediately discouraged when he heard Ron's inquiry about this. "You have also seen that, after every class today, I will immediately go to the next classroom for the previous session. The homework assigned in the class...but I obviously have worked so hard, but the amount of homework does not seem to decrease at all!"

"It must be less. It's just that you didn't have time to finish the homework in each class." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted, "I did some of it, but I didn't do it. Much... Don't worry, if you continue like this, you should be able to finish more than half of it tonight! The rest will be done tomorrow night!"

"I hope so!" Harry sighed in frustration.

After Ron's interruption like this, he really forgot the question in his mind before.Ron exchanged glances with Neville, and the latter nodded lightly. He should have listened to Ron talk about his so-called "critical point" for a while.

On the other side, Hermione was holding her herbal medicine books, walking alone and watching, seemingly working hard as always.But in fact, just by looking at the book in her hand, she hadn't turned the page since just now, and her attention had obviously been put elsewhere.

The sun is slowly setting, and the golden afterglow is spreading from the top of the mountain to the west, covering everyone's shoulders.Hermione's face was hidden in the shadow of her head, looking a little fuzzy.

...

Early the next morning, I don't know which professor was irritated, and there were flaming red ribbons hanging on the walls of Hogwarts corridor.The heart-shaped soap bubbles scurry around in the corridors. When they hit the ground, they will split into two with a "pop", and they are gradually increasing.

In fact, there are already many bubbles with colorful halo that have flown out of the window in the constant collision and drifted towards the vast sky.

Today is a sunny day. The sun just came out of the mountain has already radiated a lot of light and heat, and the temperature seems to have risen again.The cold wind of the winter has already bid farewell to the little wizards, and this rise in temperature silently reminds everyone that it is time to change into spring and summer clothes.

"Neville, come with me, we should get ready!"

Early in the morning, Ron, who was always difficult to get out of bed on weekdays, had already dragged Neville out of the dorm. Harry, who had done his homework last night and had done it in the early hours of the morning, heard the sound of them leaving. What they saw was only the back of them going out.

"Huh—so early?" Harry yawned greatly, rubbed his eyes and sat up weakly, his eyes still half-dangling with misty sleepy eyes, apparently he hadn't got enough sleep.

But no matter how sleepy he was, he knew he had to get up too, because he had to go to the common room earlier to wait for Ginny to appear.

For appointments, of course, as a responsible boy, he has to go to the place first. He still understands the truth.

After hurriedly packing himself, Harry pulled out his money bag from his suitcase-thanks to his father leaving him a large sum of Jin Jialong, otherwise, he was afraid it was the girl he liked. It is difficult to make an appointment together.

"Where did Ron and Neville go?"

When leaving the dormitory, Harry couldn't help but stared at Ron's messy bed for a few moments, and then walked up the stairs outside with doubts...

Compared with the sloppy boys, the girls look much more diligent here.Although all the rooms in Hogwarts will be cleaned by house elves one by one, the bedding is after all personal living utensils. It is safe to make the bed by yourself every morning.

Well, it's not all like this actually!Laziness is often a common feature, and girls’ dorms may not be any better than boys’ dorms.In this regard alone, the call for equality between men and women seems to have been fully reflected.

But at least, our Miss Granger is a girl who pays great attention to cultivating excellent living habits.

Right now, Hermione had just made her bed and was combing her head carefully.Yes, she is combing her hair extremely seriously!

You know, Hermione's unkempt brown head is famous all ages.In the past, she had paid careful attention to her image as a girl, and picked up her head.And it was during that time that one of the things she mentioned to Ron and Harry is still widely circulated in Gryffindor College.

It is said that her chaos can't be subdued without magic!

After straightening out every thread of her, Hermione carefully picked up a small glass bottle with a nozzle from the table, and then started spraying it on her head with extreme boldness.

No way, even this kind of excellent "smoothing agent" requires a large amount to make her head smooth and shiny like a ponytail, and it must be combed before use. Just work.

When the faintly red spray gradually soaked her head, along with a puff of blue smoke, her untidy brown long fruit really began to unwind and unwind.After a while, she picked up the comb and combed it again, looking in the mirror to pull out a shape.

When she cleaned up her head completely, the sun had completely risen into the sky.

"Oh... this is the last time, I will never do this kind of time-wasting stupid things in the future!" Hermione looked at the self in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, then began to complain secretly.

Compared to Hermione's terrible head, changing into a beautiful dress was obviously easier.She is not the kind of girl who takes an hour or two to even choose clothes. Soon, she smoothed the wrinkles on the clothes with a charm, and then walked briskly to the common room.

"Hermione is going on a date, right?"

After she left the dormitory, several roommates couldn't help but chatted up and discussed.For them, Hermione's behavior is really strange.This is the first time I have seen her look in the mirror for an hour since she gave up on her head.

"That's enough!" the other girl grinned, "I just don't know, who is the guy who can make Hermione so hard..."

"Is our'Professor McLean' coming back today?"

While the girls were laughing and discussing, the sunlight outside the window gradually spilled onto Hermione's desk, also illuminating the bottle of "smoothing agent" she left on the desk.On the bottle of this agent, the silhouette of a founder in the product label is very familiar.

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