[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

The remaining days of April passed with the laughter of the little wizards and the Easter holiday. Everyone seemed to have completely forgotten the terrible things such as "secret chamber" and "petrification".

In a blink of an eye, May is here...

The June exam week is coming soon, and even the twins who usually don't pay much attention to studying have to spend time in the library.

Sigrid is no exception. Although she is very confident in her three subjects: Charms, Herbal Medicine, and Transfiguration, she does not know what the focus of learning is in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Her performance in the Potions class is often unstable, and the History of Magic class is unstable. I still need some assault knowledge points...

So Sigrid made a full study plan for herself. She would go to the library after class every day. When the library was closed, she would find an empty classroom, and would not return to the lounge until 10:!

May 5th, an ordinary Saturday turned out to be Sigrid's eternal nightmare - she almost died that day.

That morning, Sigrid and Suzy left the lounge early to go to the library to read.

"Sigrid, let's go watch Quidditch at 11 o'clock? The match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff," Susie raised her head and said to her.

"Have you finished writing your history of magic paper?" Sigrid reminded her friendly.

"I'll write again when I come back. I only have time in one morning." Susie still insisted on going.

"Okay, let's go back to the lounge first. It's still early anyway." Sigrid finally agreed. She hadn't watched a Quidditch match for a long time, not to mention that there was school lord Cedric Dee on the field. Gorey and the Weasley twins.

The two returned to the Slytherin common room together.

"Zabini, don't you think Stuart is too pretentious?" Pansy was sitting on the sofa in the lounge with her back to her, talking to Zabini who was playing with a dinosaur model next to her. "Their family says they are a Greek pure-blood family. , I think old Stewart is more like a nouveau riche who picks up the slack. After all, rich people are often found, but nobles are rare! Even if Stewart learned our British aristocratic etiquette, he would still be a show-off!"

Sigrid quickly pulled Susie to stand against the wall, and cast an "ignore spell" on the two of them.

"Pansy, you are too mean. A lady shouldn't comment on others like this behind their backs." Zabini tactfully advised Pansy to stop talking.

"Zabini, are you as obsessed with Stuart as Draco?" Pansy was dissatisfied that Zabini was not facing her.

"Of course not, I have a girlfriend," Zabini emphasized righteously.

"Then answer me, do you also think Stuart is the most beautiful witch in Slytherin?" Pansy asked angrily.

"Oh, Pansy, do you care about Draco's comments?" Zabini sneered. Jealousy can make people ugly. He said sincerely, "We are here to learn magic, not to compete in beauty."

"That's true. No matter how beautiful she is, she can't stop the dean from writing a big p on her potions homework!" Pansy thought of Stuart who made a fool of himself in potions class again.

Sigrid's face turned red upon hearing this, and she pulled Susie away with her sleeves and closed the bedroom door with a bang from the inside.

Pansy and Zabini turned around in response, only to see Stuart and Nelson's dormitory door numbers still shaking due to the loud slamming of the door closing...

Zabini looked helplessly at Pansy, who was blushing and lowering her head in embarrassment.

Well, Pansy completely offended Sigrid Stewart, and she probably counted herself among them...

In the dormitory.

"Susie, Parkinson actually misses me so much?" Sigrid threw her schoolbag on the bed angrily. What damn aristocratic etiquette, screw her Merlin!

"Our Stewart family is even thicker-skinned than her! And my Potions class score is now better than hers, she is just jealous! She will never get my friendship again!" She couldn't help complaining to her best friend.

"Don't be so naive, Sigrid. Didn't you comment in the dormitory that Pansy looks like a poodle?" Susie comforted her while feeling that this was not the case.

"I mean no harm." Sigrid recalled it, and she seemed to have said that. She muttered, "Well, at least I didn't embarrass her in front of her."

"Pansy wouldn't have thought that you would eavesdrop on her comments." Susie didn't want the two of them to become enemies like this. After all, she was also one of the 28 Holy Blood families and a good friend of Malfoy.

"Which way are you turning to?" But obviously, the angry Sigrid couldn't understand her painstaking efforts.

Sigrid was pissed off!

She passed Pansy, no, Parkinson, and Zabini Brace who were at the door ready to knock, and left the Slytherin lounge without looking back.

She desperately needs someone to talk to, but Fred has competition and she has no other close friends besides Suzy.

Finally, with nowhere to go, Sigrid came to the girls' bathroom on the second floor!

Lindsay hadn't been here for a long time since she first met her.

She no longer wanted to maintain ladylike etiquette at all times as before, and sat down casually leaning on the washstand.

She wanted to find someone to talk to, so she took out her magic mirror.

"Mirror, am I radiant today?" Sigrid murmured as she looked in the mirror.

"Dear baby Syl, don't be sad. Even if you cry all over your face, you are still the most beautiful witch in Slytherin." The magic mirror gave her a satisfactory answer.

"Ah, what a familiar mirror" a ghostly voice suddenly whispered from the toilet cubicle.

Sigrid knew her, a poor Ravenclaw who seemed to have some mental problems and died in the bathroom 50 years ago.

"Are you a descendant of that witch from Leicester?" She seemed to have remembered something interesting, and continued with interest, "Hahaha, her ridiculous potion can't stop her even if she makes herself more charming than a Veela. Her first boyfriend Blake cheated on a dirty 'Mudblood'!"

Sigrid recalled her family's genealogy. Her grandmother's last name was Lester before she married into the Stewart family. She stood up and walked towards Myrtle and asked curiously, "Please tell me clearly, what happened to my grandmother?"

"Hahaha, she lost to us 'Mudbloods'" Unfortunately, Myrtle turned a deaf ear. She clapped her hands and cheered, dancing and dancing in the bathroom...

Suddenly, she seemed to have seen something terrible, and her whole body trembled and she hugged her head tightly...

Sigrid also felt a chill running down her spine for a moment, a bone-eroding chill that eroded her limbs and bones. She couldn't help but shudder...

"Close your eyes, close your eyes quickly." Myrtle covered her eyes and shouted in collapse, "It's coming out again, it's coming out to find me..."

Sigrid was so frightened by Myrtle that she didn't dare to look back. She heard the sliding sound of "whoosh".

There's something behind...

Her fearful throat rose up and down, and her trembling fingertips wanted to take out the wand, but she saw that she was still holding the magic mirror tightly in her hand.

Myrtle's hysterical voice echoed in my ears...

She felt something getting closer to her...

What's behind it?

She couldn't hold back her curiosity and looked back through the mirror!

The mirror reflected a big brass eye, and then Sigrid's whole world turned gray.

Am I going to die like this? These were the last thoughts in her mind.

On the Quidditch pitch, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were already preparing to enter the pitch to warm up. There were no less than 300 little heads surrounding the pitch on three levels outside.

At this time, Professor McGonagall came to the center of the court with a solemn expression and whispered a few words to Mrs. Huo Qi, who was serving as the referee.

"Quiet..." Mrs. Huo Qi whistled, making the students in the entire playground quiet down.

"Today's match is cancelled"

The scene was in an uproar!

"All students should go back to the lounge immediately and go back in groups." Professor McGonagall used a "loud voice".

"Why! We want the game" "We want the trophy!" Fred and George flew down from the sky dissatisfied and went to the center of the court.

There were protests both on and off the court.

Of course, Mrs. Hooch and Professor McGonagall didn't want to pay attention to this.

When the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team finally confirmed that the game would not resume, they reluctantly packed up their equipment and prepared to leave.

"Potter, I think you'd better come with me." Professor McGonagall suddenly stopped Harry Potter in the team.

"Perhaps you'd better come too, Ron." He looked at Ron again, who was squeezing through the crowd.

After leaving the main force, Harry and Ron followed Professor McGonagall towards the medical room in confusion.

"This is so shocking, another attack has occurred." Maybe because he was afraid that the two little wizards would not be able to accept it, Professor McGonagall revealed it in advance before entering.

When Harry entered the infirmary, he couldn't believe there were four people lying there, all of whom he knew.

The girl Madam Pomfrey was observing was Penelope Crevat, a Ravenclaw senior who had just asked for directions in the morning. She was a witch born in a Muggle family.

Next to her lay a witch, no, a ghost - Myrtle from the girls' bathroom on the second floor.

Next to Myrtle is Sigrid Stewart of Slytherin, a pure-blooded Slytherin!

God, the moment her usually delicate and elegant face turned to stone, she was filled with fear and despair, so pitiful.

Harry Potter felt like his whole body was twitching. This thing was an indiscriminate attack, and even purebloods would be targeted.

"Oh my God, Hermione!" Ron, who came in just after Harry, shouted and ran to the hospital bed opposite.

Harry followed his gaze to the opposite side, and it turned out to be one of his best friends—Hermione Granger.

Before the competition, he was still guessing the monster in the secret room with her...

Why is this happening!

He followed Ron and ran to Hermione's bedside.

"We found Miss Granger and Miss Crevat near the library, and Miss Stewart was found with Myrtle in the bathroom on the second floor," Professor McGonagall said, standing behind the two little wizards.

"I'll take you back to your dormitory." After waiting for 5 minutes, Professor McGonagall reminded the two of them that it was time to leave. "I also want to go to Gryffindor and tell the other students the truth."

When Professor McGonagall led the two lost little wizards out, Professor Snape rolled his big black cannon and pushed the door into the infirmary with a bang and roared angrily, "I told you Hogg before." Woz should be closed temporarily!”

After Snape, Principal Dumbledore came in. His usually kind and calm face also had a serious look on his face, "Severus, closing Hogwarts is a big deal and cannot be decided lightly."

"The one who was petrified this time was my student." Professor Snape turned to look at Dumbledore dissatisfied and continued, "A pure-blooded Slytherin!"

When he passed by Harry Potter, he did not forget to glare hard at this annoying face.

The Gryffindor common room was noisy at the moment.

Everyone is wondering why the game was cancelled? What happened at Hogwarts?

Professor McGonagall took Harry and Ron back to the Gryffindor lounge. Looking at the curious little heads, the sadness in her eyes became even stronger...

"I am very sad to tell you that Hogwarts was attacked again four months later. This time, three students and a ghost were attacked."

The students gradually turned from curiosity and confusion to fear, while Professor McGonagall's deep voice continued.

"The ones attacked were Ghost Myrtle of Ravenclaw, Miss Crevat, a student of Ravenclaw, Miss Granger of our house, and Miss Stewart of Slytherin."

Everyone couldn't believe it when the names of the latter two people were mentioned. The former was because Granger was also a Gryffindor and was so close to them, while the latter was a frequent guest in the school newspaper that everyone knew. What matters is that she is still a Slytherin...

"Starting today, all students must return to the dormitory before six o'clock in the evening and are not allowed to leave the dormitory after six o'clock. A teacher will accompany you to class. You are not allowed to use the bathroom and toilet without a teacher. Quidditch training and competitions will be postponed. All evening events canceled.”

Looking at the students who had not responded for a long time, Professor McGonagall choked up and said, "There is no doubt that I have never been as sad as I am now. If the criminals behind these attacks cannot be caught, this school will most likely be closed down. . Any students who have clues about this matter are asked to come forward bravely."

After Professor McGonagall disappeared, the Gryffindor students immediately started talking.

"One Gryffindor, two Gryffindors, one Ravenclaw, one Ravenclaw and one Hufflepuff." Lee Jordan, a friend of the Weasley twins, said with his fingers crossed, "Now actually Even Slytherin got hit?"

The Weasley twins beside him were frozen on the spot, one of them was still holding the other's shoulder tightly...no one paid him any attention.

"Is Professor McGonagall talking about Stuart?" Fred's lips trembled slightly and he asked George, who was holding him tightly next to him in disbelief, "The Stuart we know?"

"I'm sorry, Fred! Professor McGonagall did mean Sigrid," George said carefully in a low tone. He was also very sad about Sigrid's experience, and he truly regarded her as a friend.

"Let's go see her? She must be scared." Fred recalled that in the secret passage leading to Hogsmeade, Sigrid secretly pulled his sleeve out of fear. How could he not feel that way? So...he even secretly rejoiced...

She was still a little girl who was afraid of the dark... He couldn't believe how desperate Sigrid was when facing the monster when he and George were flying freely on the Quidditch pitch...

"Calm down, the lounge will not be opened tonight... We will find a way to see her during the day tomorrow." He looked at the lonely Fred and said word by word, "It's okay, I'll find a way tomorrow. Leave it to me, Fred!"

"Think on the bright side. She was just petrified. She will wake up." George hugged his brother and comforted him. "The mandrake is about to mature, and she will wake up in a month at the latest."

That night, Fred lay awake all night. As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear Sigrid's helpless cry for help, "Fred, save me!"

Or hear Sigrid's plaintive question "Fred, I'm going to be killed, where are you and why don't you save me?"

Or hearing Sigrid's decisive farewell "Goodbye, Fred!" and then disappearing into the thick fog...

Slytherin lounge

The first and second grade Slytherins were already starting to get scared. They had not yet learned to completely hide their emotions, and the confusion in their eyes was too obvious.

"I want to write a letter and tell my father," Malfoy said. Although the previous "petrification" incidents were terrible, they were all people far away from him. The most important thing was that those who were petrified were all non-wizards. In the past, he could have nothing to do with it. Himself, now he can't do it.

The one who was attacked this time was Sigrid, a pure-blood from his own academy who had a good relationship with him. Deep down in his heart, he still had a strange affection for her.

Everyone was frightened and had their own thoughts.

"Hogwarts is no longer safe. We have to protect ourselves." Theodore was the first to speak.

All the senior Slytherins looked serious, and a pureblood Slytherin was actually attacked...

No academy is safe now!

"I'm going to write home, I'm going to take a break from school," one of the Slytherins said with a trembling voice.

None of the other Slytherin students said anything. After Stewart was petrified, many Slytherin students had this idea. After all, self-preservation is the most important thing.

"Oh, Sigrid, I should have followed her," Susie broke down and cried.

Pansy also hugged Zabini next to her, "I haven't apologized to her yet. Her accident was all because of me."

"Pansy, don't be sad. She was just petrified." He patted his friend on the shoulder. "We will go and apologize to her when she wakes up."