Hogwarts Lion Girl

Chapter 29 Discussion in the Lounge

In the bustling Gryffindor common room, the twins and Ginny still had fresh memories of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The class of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a complete mess. He talked endlessly at the podium, but apart from the fancy words, there was almost no substantive content.

The little wizards looked at each other in bewilderment throughout the class, not knowing what to do.

Fred leaned back in his armchair in frustration, a hint of resentful smile on his lips.

"Oh, I thought you had seen through that guy's true nature after yesterday's terrible Defense Against the Dark Arts class, sister!" He stretched lazily.

Ginny's eyes were filled with confusion and her brows furrowed slightly.

"How can you say that? You've all read his books, think about all the amazing things he's done..." She tried to defend Professor Lockhart, a hint of firmness in her voice.

"Those things," George interrupted with a look of disdain, "He wrote about them in books, yes, but he certainly has never seen them with his own eyes. All the spells and defensive techniques, he is just talking about them on paper. Yesterday's class is the best proof of that!"

Ginny looked at her two brothers, her original determination softening slightly.

"Perhaps you are right...perhaps he is just a misguided scholar, not a great wizard," she said softly.

Fred seized the opportunity and was about to give his sister Ginny some more "revelation", but was suddenly interrupted by a noise at the door.

Ron and Harry stumbled in, breathless as if they had just been through a chase, which was indeed the case.

Ron leaned back, still feeling relaxed from his escape from Filch, and slouched into a high-backed armchair in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Harry followed closely behind, dragging a small stool next to him, lowering his voice tiredly, and said helplessly: "Finally back."

Against the backdrop of the fire, their somewhat dusty and wrinkled school uniforms looked even more dishevelled.

Colin raised his eyebrows curiously by the fire, adjusting the camera in his hand as if ready to capture the Savior Harry's after-school adventures at any time, his eyes sparkling with admiration for the two seniors.

Salina sat at an old desk not far away, pursing her lips unconsciously as she looked at the Potions textbook and twirling a quill in her hand.

Hermione, as usual, buried herself in a pile of books, her tense brows relaxing a little.

The fire crackled, and the flames stretched everyone's shadows into long, rippling shadows on the wall of the lounge.

Gusts of warm air blew out of the fireplace, taking away some of the cold air.

Ron's face showed a look of fatigue and helplessness, and he feebly recounted to his friends around him the ridiculous experience of that night.

"Guys, this is a terrible night!" he explained in an excited voice. "After we left the Great Hall, we first encountered Peeves throwing dung balls in the innermost corridor of the third floor. Then we were caught by Filch who suddenly appeared. He thought it was Harry and I who did it and insisted on taking us to his office."

Harry listened quietly beside him, his eyes unconsciously revealing sympathy and resonance. He knew very well how Ron felt at the moment.

The light and shadows beside the fire danced on their faces, reflecting the fatigue and helplessness on their faces.

The Gryffindor students around them burst into low laughter and whispers. They were already accustomed to Peeves' pranks, but they still found it annoying every time they experienced it in person.

Colin quietly adjusted the camera in his hand. Although the situation was not good, he always hoped to capture some unusual moments of Harry and Ron.

Hermione raised her head slightly, looked at Ron with an understanding but slightly reproachful look, and sighed softly. She knew that this was just one of the daily surprises in Hogwarts, but she couldn't help but feel annoyed for her friends.

She turned her gaze to the mountain of books, as if wondering if there was any way to prevent this from happening again.

The atmosphere in the room fluctuated between relaxation and tension. The warmth of the fire and the conversations of the classmates mixed together, adding a bit of warmth and vitality.

"Wait, what are you doing there?" Salina's voice sounded, with a hint of confusion in her tone. "I remember that corridor is usually empty."

The end of the corridor, Moaning Myrtle, the secret entrance - has the plot begun?

Ron waved his hand, with a helpless look in his movements, as if he wanted to shake off the pressure of escaping from Filch.

His eyes brightened slightly with the gesture, though his entire body was still immersed in the exhaustion he had just escaped.

His voice was a little rough, as if he was telling an impromptu adventure story, recounting his and Harry's unexpected encounter on the fifth floor.

"The point is that we two managed to escape from Filch and met Ghost Nick on the fifth floor. He invited us to attend his 500th deathday party on Halloween." When he said this, a hint of excitement and curiosity flashed involuntarily in his eyes, although his expression returned to calm immediately afterwards.

Harry listened quietly at the side. His voice was weak, but he could still feel a subtle sense of anticipation.

He then added, "We already promised!"

In these words, Harry's eyes revealed a complex emotion, a mixture of curiosity about the upcoming event and exhaustion from the aftermath of the Filch incident.

……

It was late at night and the faint moonlight poured into the dormitory through the window.

A rustling sound came from the corner of the room, breaking the silence.

Salina rubbed her ears, thinking she had heard it wrongly.

However, a moment later, the sound was heard again, and it was obvious that someone or something was moving quietly.

"Who's there?" Serena raised her voice and glanced around the room.

Almost immediately, a short figure appeared like a ghost, rummaging around the desk in a panic.

It was a small creature, wrapped in a pillowcase that was clearly too large.

Hearing Salina's voice, the creature stopped what it was doing, looked around in horror, and finally met Salina's eyes.

Its eyes were sparkling with tears, as if it was about to cry.

Salina and the creature just stood there, staring at each other. There was a tense and somewhat funny stalemate in the air.

Then, the creature let out a low whimper and removed its hands as if in surrender, revealing the face of a small house-elf, Dobby.

But before Salina could speak, Dobby's figure had already twisted and disappeared in a flash, leaving only a faint breath of magic in its place.

Serena sighed, put away the light of her wand, and silence returned to the surroundings.

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