Hogwarts Lion Girl

Although Hermione had never mentioned what happened that night to Harry, the whispers and fragments of doubts were like stones dropped into the water, causing ripples.

Whether at lunch in the cafeteria or in the classroom during evening study, veiled references to that night's discussion can be captured in the conversations among the young wizards.

The young Hufflepuff wizards were particularly nervous. They spoke cautiously in the corridor, as if they were afraid that their voices would echo between the stone walls.

Suspicion was mixed in everyone's whispers, and these fragments of conversation eventually reached Harry's ears.

Although he never learned the specific content of that night, the unconfirmed rumors and vague concerns made Harry unable to help but reflect on himself.

On the Hogwarts campus, Harry and his two companions seemed to have become an invisible plague, causing everyone to avoid them as much as possible.

It was as if there was always an invisible barrier around him, which made people shudder.

When He Harry passed by others, they always deliberately changed the subject, pretended to be busy, and then exchanged a few meaningful glances, as if verifying some secret.

Hermione pushed the door of the library with one hand and looked coldly at the little wizards scattering in front of them. A bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and Justin's appearance flashed through her mind at this moment.

He couldn't conceal his fear and unwillingness, and looked like he was surrounded by rejection and suspicion.

When the moonlight slanted into the window again, Harry leaned on the bench, looking at the texture of the wizard's robe, as if he saw the interweaving of light and shadow in this world.

……

It's a new week. The little wizards of Hogwarts are walking into the restaurant one after another. The air is filled with the aroma of baked bread.

The sunlight shines softly onto the floor through the high windows, and the mottled light and shadows add a touch of warmth to the tables and chairs.

But against this tranquil backdrop, an indescribable tension permeates the restaurant.

In the corner, Salina and a few others sat together, with their favorite breakfast in front of them.

However, the temptation of food seemed unable to attract Harry's attention.

At the same time, I couldn't ignore the whispers of my classmates around me.

From time to time, someone would glance over at them, pretending to glance at them casually, and then gather together again, using secret codes and cryptic words unique to the group to pass on the latest gossip to each other.

Harry's brows furrowed as he stirred his porridge.

Although he was used to being the center of conversation again and again, this time it tormented him more than ever before.

Hermione's expression was firm, and she tried her best to give him a reassuring smile, but there was also confusion in her eyes.

Salina had a blank expression on her face. She looked straight ahead, tapping the table rhythmically with her fingers, and a plan seemed to be gradually taking shape in her mind.

After breakfast, Fred and George ran ahead of Harry and strode in the middle of the restaurant, shouting, "Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, the most evil wizard is here!"

Their voices echoed in the spacious restaurant, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

The young wizards all turned their heads and looked at them, talking in low voices, and the whispers became more intense.

The young wizards of Hufflepuff seemed particularly nervous. Some of them turned pale and huddled together unconsciously, as if a real disaster was about to happen.

"Hey, Harry, you look very evil today!" Fred said seriously, looking up and down at Harry's wizard robes. "Snape has never been so successful."

"He is indeed the future Dark Lord!" George added, making an exaggerated bow, "Slytherin's heir, everyone be careful!"

Harry forced a wry smile and shook his head in disbelief, "That joke is not funny at all, Fred, George."

"Cheer up, Harry!" Fred patted his shoulder. "It's nothing."

"In difficult times like these, we need some humor even more," George said with a smile.

"This is not something to be joked about." Percy was very dissatisfied with the twins' behavior.

"Get out of the way, Percy!" Fred pushed him away. "Harry is short on time."

"Yes, he is going to the secret room to have tea with his fanged servant." George laughed.

Salina stood aside with a complicated expression.

She witnessed Fred and George's banter, and although they were trying to ease the tense atmosphere, the expressions of the little wizards around them revealed deep doubt and uneasiness.

She turned to look at Hermione and found that her smile could not hide her confusion.

The scene froze in the air for a few seconds, the whispers in the restaurant gradually subsided, and the young wizards looked at Harry and his friends cautiously.

Finally, Fred and George led Harry and the others out of the restaurant with joking laughter, and walked through the long corridor, causing the young wizards to avoid them.

"Make way for the heir of Slytherin!" Their shouts rang out again, echoing in the empty corridor, lingering in the air.

Harry didn't take it to heart, at least he was relieved that the twins thought the idea of ​​him being the heir of Slytherin was ridiculous.

However, their joke this time seemed to ignite Malfoy's anger, and the expression of the usually rebellious and arrogant boy became even gloomier.

……

"That's because he's eager to claim that it was actually him who did it," Ron whispered. "He can't tolerate anyone else surpassing him in anything, especially in terms of honor and recognition. And now Harry has inadvertently become the focus, which makes Malfoy unhappy because he thinks the honor should belong to him."

Hermione whispered, "The Polyjuice Potion will be ready soon, and we can get the words out of him anytime."

Three days later, as the term came to an end, the atmosphere at Hogwarts School seemed more peaceful and relaxed.

Most of the young wizards had already boarded the train back home, and their excited conversations gradually faded away in the train station.

Inside the castle, the usually bustling corridors and dining rooms were immersed in a thick silence, as quiet as the snow piled on the windowsills and roofs.

Harry was alone in the Gryffindor common room, enjoying the rare peace and quiet.

The sofa next to the fire became his little world where he could read or think without being disturbed.

Occasionally, he would walk to the window, look at the snow falling outside, and a sense of peace would emerge in his heart.

The quiet gave him time to reflect on the adventures and challenges of the past few months.

On days like this, Harry is not alone.

Hermione and Ron would occasionally stay with him, and the three of them would chat by the warm fireplace, discussing the upcoming New Year and their plans.

Other parts of the campus, such as the library and the lawn, also had a pre-holiday calm.

In the library, some little wizards who stayed in school took the opportunity to immerse themselves in the sea of ​​books, enjoying the joy of learning and the exploration of knowledge.

On the grass outside, one or two little wizards could occasionally be seen playing in the snow, leaving behind laughter and joy.

Although most people choose the warmth of home this season, every corner of Hogwarts is filled with the laughter and warm scenes of the little wizards who stay behind.