Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 385 Hermione and the Warrior

384 Hermione and the Warrior

I don't know if it's because Professor Haimer made a good start. Even though they knew there was a Christmas ball waiting for the students, the professors in the school still left them a lot of homework.

But not many people were worried about this, because most of the students were used to finishing the homework of the ancient magic class first, so as not to be asked by Professor Highmore to talk alone.It is also fortunate that other professors did not learn this rule, otherwise no one would have a good life.

Snow fell heavily on the castle and grounds.Beauxbaton's light blue carriage looked like a big frosted pumpkin in winter, and the little gingerbread house next to it was Hagrid's hut; It was covered with ice and became smooth and translucent, and the rigging was also covered with a layer of hoarfrost.The house-elves in the kitchen below were busily busy preparing piping hot stews and luscious puddings in a variety of flavours.

In the whole of Hogwarts, only Fleur would complain, like a spoiled little girl.

"The food here is so greasy that I can hardly fit into my dress robe."

"I dare say she's never satisfied." Hermione watched Fleur walk out of the auditorium and into the foyer, and said bluntly, "She thinks about herself all day long."

"Probably." Ron answered perfunctorily, and then asked abruptly, "Hermione, do you have a partner?"

Hermione turned her head and stared at him suspiciously.

"I remember you have already invited Luna, and Harry also has Cho Chang, I don't understand what you mean by asking this question?"

Under the guidance of Ron's eyes, Harry could only help and said, "It's nothing, we're just curious, and we're not at all worried that you won't be invited—ah no, I mean—"

"No one invited?"

Hermione's tone suddenly rose eight degrees: "How dare you say I'm not invited?!"

Harry knew right away that something was wrong, but Ron was still stupidly saying, "Don't be shy, there's nothing to be ashamed of—uh!"

His mouth was blocked by an outstretched hand, and Harry quickly explained, "Isn't it because you've been too busy recently, with house elves, auto-casting wands, and a lot of homework to do?" Do, I think you were in the library all day yesterday, so I guess you forgot about it."

Hermione stared at him through narrowed eyes, and Harry felt he was being seen through.

"But you said [no one invited me]."

"I'm not"

"Forget it, I knew that someone would always be so blind, but I didn't expect it to be you. I'm going to the library, don't follow me."

Disappointed, Harry took his palm off Ron's mouth, and rubbed it repeatedly on Ron's witch robe to wipe off the drool.

Ron was still staring at Hermione's back in disbelief.

"Listen to what she's saying. Was it Mrs. Pince (the librarian) who invited her? This is really bad. Worse than Filch."

"This is because you are wrong." Qiu came from behind them, she shook her head helplessly and said; "You don't even know what happened yesterday, even Mrs. Infected by the dance."

"What does that mean?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"If Hermione hadn't said it, I wouldn't have been able to tell you." Qiu's gaze made Harry feel ashamed. "To be honest, it's fortunate that you confessed to me in time, otherwise I wouldn't dare to think about it."

After Cho walked away, Ron turned to look at Harry, to see what he would say.

Harry blushed and looked at the eavesdropping crowd, he grabbed Ron's arm and walked forward, still muttering in a low voice: "How can she say such things in public, it's too much gone."

"Are you serious? I've seen you holding hands. I don't dare to think about other things."

"It's two different things."

said Harry, pushing his way through a group of students who were making fun of him.

The consequence of this incident was that Hermione refused to talk to them, and Ron and Harry tried their best to solve it, but it was no use at all.

"I guess she'll have to get her to forgive us with a nice Christmas present," Harry suggested.

"If you say that, then she will ignore me in the future." Ron miserably opened his empty pockets: "I don't have that much pocket money, and I just rejected Fred and George not long ago. Can’t let me go to work for them again. Seriously, I don’t know if they still need me now, it is said that Professor Slughorn has helped them find a qualified shopkeeper.”

"Stop talking." Harry really couldn't stand Ron's gaze: "Just let me buy it for you, and just don't say anything when the time comes."

But Ron still refused, because he planned to risk his life to teach Hermione this magic after he learned the devil, as an apology gift.

"Professor Highmore won't let you go," said Harry, frowning.

But Ron had made up his mind, and he faintly felt that he was about to really learn this magic, which was just a little bit of an opportunity.

"She will love this gift," said Ron. "After all, she likes ancient magic so much, and she must be very touched by my sacrifice. Just remember to send a gift to my grave every Christmas." That's fine, by the way, I like licorice-flavored ice cream, not egg rolls."
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Christmas is here.

Harry dreamed that the complete set of ancient wizard literature books he gave Hermione finally made her dislike herself so much, but the first thing Hermione did after learning about the devil was to let her own devil attack him and her. Ron rushed over and opened his bloody mouth to eat them.

Then Harry woke up with a start.

He heard his heart beating, and there seemed to be something moving in his ears, and it seemed that it was not only the cause of this nightmare, but something else woke him up.

Don't be a kerosene lamp, don't be a kerosene lamp.
Harry prayed silently in his heart, he opened his eyes slowly, and saw something not much better than Death Butler's kerosene lamp - a face pressed against his, almost nose to nose.

"More than!"

cried Harry, moving away from the elf in a hurry, almost falling off the bed in a panic: "Don't do that!"

"Dobby is sorry, sir!" Dobby screamed in panic, jumping back and covering his mouth with his long thin fingers: "Dobby just wants to wish Harry Potter a Merry Christmas and bring him a A present, sir! Harry Potter said, Dobby can come and see him anytime, sir!"

"Did I say that?" Harry's mind was still dazed: "But it's okay, from now on - just poke me, okay, don't bend over and stare at me like that."

Harry drew back the curtains of the four-poster bed, picked up his glasses from the bedside table, and put them on.His shout woke Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville.They all looked out from the gaps in their curtains, sleepy-eyed and matted-haired.

"A little accident," Harry explained.

"Forget it, don't sleep anymore—a gift." Seamus was the first to jump off the bed, and the others followed suit.

Harry also saw the large pile of presents at the foot of his bed. He found that this year's present pile was much higher than last year's, probably from James and his friends.

Dobby was standing awkwardly by Harry's bed, still in awe of having disturbed him.

"You've become much better." Harry tried his best to comfort Dobby: "At least you don't bang your head against the bedpost like before."

Dobby raised his ears suspiciously, he felt as if he had been praised, but he was a little uncertain, and wanted to listen more before talking.

"How are you doing recently?" Harry was still trying to change the subject, "How are you doing at Hogwarts?"

"Of course." Dobby was indeed diverted by this sentence: "Everything is fine in school, especially after Ms. Granger's arrival, we have become better and better."

Ron was opening the package excitedly. After hearing this, his ears moved, and he asked curiously: "She seems to have been to the kitchen a few times. Tell me, how did she help you?"

Although the others did not stop unpacking, they were all listening silently.

"That's a lot." Dobby beamed with joy: "At the beginning, Ms. Granger didn't say anything to us, but just watched us from the sidelines. Many people thought it was because she didn't serve us well. Satisfied, and tried to make her happy--this worked quickly, and Ms Granger loved the elaborate biscuits and treats--"

"I like it too." Ron said with reminiscence.

"My honor, sir." Dobby bowed respectfully, then raised his body again and said, "Later, Ms. Granger's demands have become more and more, and we are trying our best to meet them. she."

"For example?" Harry asked skeptically. He didn't think Hermione was the kind of person who could accept benefits with peace of mind, and it didn't seem to have anything to do with the House-Elf Liberation Front.

"Dobby has to think about it, because there are too many - for example, she has some disrespectful people at school and wants us to help teach them."

The movement of Harry's hands stopped.

"But it's against the rules, neither Dobby nor anyone else. So Ms. Granger changed the request, as long as we told her where in the school you could get prohibited items— This is actually not quite right, but Ms. Granger became strict immediately. She knew that we would clean the students' dormitories and always see things that should not be there-then she sent the message The method changed from dictation to a note that was accidentally thrown away, but on this note it was written where the prohibited items were hidden."

"Winky did it! Do you know who Winky is, sir, she was originally an elf in Mr. Crouch's house, but she was kicked out, and she only drank to drink away her sorrows every day-it's not surprising that she was able to recover To Ms. Ranger's credit, whenever she sees Winky drinking, the other house-elves have to drink with her, and everyone gets drunk. But it only took less than an hour for Winky to swear off again. No drinking, because it will delay a lot of people's meals and make the whole castle a mess. Winky said it will make her feel bad, worse than drinking too much wine."

Dobby's big bulbous eyes were shining brightly, and he loudly praised:

"Ms. Granger is such a nice person!"

I don't know when, no one in the dormitory was unpacking. They all turned their heads to stare at Toby, and the expressions on their faces became more and more frightened.

Neville said with some uncertainty: "If I heard correctly, is Hermione testing the bottom line of the house elves?"

"That's not probing!" Dobby retorted loudly, "It's called understanding! Ms. Granger wants to understand us! She respects us!"

"He seems to have been brainwashed successfully." Seamus said in horror.

"I think it's the same thing." Dean quietly took a few steps back.

Ron's expression became a little bit tangled: "But, don't the elves think there is something wrong? Isn't this in the school's school rules?"

"I guess that's where Hermione's cleverness comes in." Harry said with a complicated look on his face, "There's no rule that asking house-elves will be punished, and besides, I don't think anyone would want to report on Hermione, right? "

"Why did you report her?" Dobby asked puzzledly: "Ms. Granger is such a nice person, she often asks us to make her better snacks, elves like to feel needed!"

Ron slapped his face on his face, and said in a painful tone: "It's over, she even thought about the reward mechanism. I said that the snacks she brought back are getting more and more delicious. That's why."

Harry finally understood what Cedric said—

【.Since she is no longer Professor Haimer's assistant, she has become more and more like Professor Haimer in some respects.For example, when discussing auto-casting wands, she gave me a lot of crazy advice.If it’s just these things, that’s fine.]

And house elves.

Hermione had already extended her claws to the house-elf.

"Looks like she doesn't need the devil anymore."

Ron saw it in Harry's eyes.

"Because she's the next black devil herself."
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Ron and Harry decided to have a good talk with Hermione at the ball, lest she really go the way of Professor Highmore.

They can't imagine what it's like to be friends with a black devil.

"Why are you so worried?" Qiu asked curiously after seeing Harry who was ready to go. Today she changed into a sky blue dress with flower patterns on the cuffs, which was more serious than anything Harry had ever seen. beauty.

"You're beautiful." Harry blurted out.

Qiu was amused and giggled.

"By the way, have you seen Hermione?" Harry asked nonchalantly.

Qiu stopped laughing.

"Do you think this kind of question is appropriate?" She was vaguely angry: "On such a day, are you still thinking about other girls?"

"No, it's not what you think." Harry stammered and explained, "I'll tell you later, it's really scary—"

"Then you should go find her." Qiu said discouragedly, Harry didn't understand why she became like this.

But soon, Harry saw a familiar and strange person on the stairs in the foyer—it was Hermione, she abandoned the messy curly hair, which was smoothly placed on her shoulders, and the freckles on her face disappeared , I don't know what kind of magic was used, but it looks shiny.

The strangest thing was the boy who was held by Hermione's arm.

"Cedric?" Harry whispered in shock. "I should have thought of that. They've been hanging out together lately."

"Not more."

Harry heard Qiu mutter in dissatisfaction, and he immediately turned his head to look over, and found that the expression on Qiu's face was a bit unnatural.

"I saw with my own eyes that the lady you were thinking of rejected Krum in the library, and then accepted Cedric's invitation very reluctantly. Besides you, she has already picked two men from the Warriors gone."

When he said this, Qiu returned to that discouraged tone.

"So don't let you be the last, okay, Harry?"

(End of this chapter)