[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

After Christo finished writing the letter, she was not in a hurry to send it. She planned to mention it to Professor McGonagall in person. Besides, she had more important things to do now—the broom, that broom was too weird.Gilderoy certainly can't be counted on, and the professors at Hogwarts probably won't believe what she says.If she wanted to know the truth, she could only rely on herself.Thinking of this, she stood up abruptly, met Hermione's puzzled gaze, and said while sweeping the quill and parchment into her schoolbag, "Hermione, I think I left something on the lawn— ——I'll take a step first, now, goodbye!" She pushed the chair back, showing a pitiful smile at Hermione, "I leave the books on the table to you!" Hermione looked at the pile of books, There was a complicated expression on his face.

Christo ran back to the lawn, but she saw nothing but green grass, not even a broken broom.She smelled the conspiracy all of a sudden, turned around and ran to the castle, she had to find Mrs. Hooch, now!

"Oh, Ms. McMillan, I've put it back together, you don't have to worry about it." Mrs. Hooch was inspecting the school's battered broom, and today's accident was really worrying her. "Is it better now, child? "

Chris nodded, her eyes still fell on the row of brooms on the shelf, unfortunately, she couldn't tell which one she had used.

Mrs. Huo Qi's puzzled gaze had already swept over, and Christo quickly looked away, and said sweetly: "I'm sorry to disturb you, but after hearing what you said, I'm not so nervous at once, thank you so much gone."

She came out of Mrs. Hooch even more out of ideas.If it was the handwriting of the professor at the school, I'm afraid she would be thrown to death on the spot, but the broom only lost control at the beginning, and there was no follow-up at all. According to the information she found, it didn't seem like the spell was interrupted.If it was a student's prank, she found it even more unbelievable. She had almost no contact with people in the upper grades, and the people in the lower grades were not strong enough. Besides, everyone was in class at that time. Who would come out and cast a curse on her?

If you have to get to the bottom of it, Malfoy is the biggest suspect.The memory ball caught everyone's attention when it fell, and he was floating in the sky, even if he said a spell or two, no one would hear him.Besides, the surname Malfoy does not have a good reputation for kindness and gentleness, and he is a pure-blooded nobleman. It is not impossible to have a secret spell passed down by the family...

After thinking about it, she still felt that something was wrong. If Malfoy could be smart and calm enough to erase all traces, she would have given him a high regard. Now, even Mrs. Hooch, who is repairing the broom, has not noticed. Obviously, the other party's methods are quite clever. .Who is it... Christo was so focused on thinking about the problem, she didn't even see the person walking towards her.

"Miss McMillan, am I assuming that your head, which is smaller than a kernel of corn, slipped out of your ear when you dropped your broom today? Just a few more steps and you can hit a bunch of people as you wish, and then Go to the hospital and lie down for one night as you wish?"

The low voice called Christo back all of a sudden, and she realized that she had almost reached the hall.

"I'm sorry, Professor. I'll keep an eye out." She stepped aside, and Professor Snape snorted, and his robe rolled over.

Chris breathed a sigh of relief, and she suddenly wondered if her way of thinking at the beginning was wrong.Maybe it was just her own hallucination at that moment.After all, Gryffindor still has the qualities of courage and recklessness flowing in her bones. Maybe she was really impulsive at the time... She felt a little headache, so she gave up thinking and walked quickly to the grid Ryffindor's long table went.

In order to make up for the fright she received today, Chris ate so much that there was no longer a small cherry in her stomach, so she wiped her mouth and slowly moved back to the dormitory.Hermione was doing her homework again, and Christo didn't understand how she had so much homework to do.

"Oh, my dear, don't look at me with such disgusting eyes." Seeing her come back, Hermione put down the quill and rubbed her sore fingers, "After watching "Origins of the Dark Arts" today, I found that Professor Binns arranged Homework can be written better, so..."

"I know, little Hermione who is hardworking and studious." Christo lay down on the bed and rubbed her stomach, she was too full.

Hermione's face was flushed, and suddenly, she thought of something, and picked up a small box of jujubes that had been squeezed to the corner of the table: "Your brother just came to see you, this, it can calm the nerves, he said." Chris Duo struggled to get up, stared at the rosy jujube, tangled...

"By the way, Christophe!" Hermione raised her voice and looked at her with burning eyes, "You must stop them!"

Christo asked in confusion, "Stop what?"

"Malfoy came to provoke, Harry and Ron agreed! They are going to have a wizard duel! Tonight at midnight!"

"That's it..." Christo lay back holding the sour jujube box again, and said lazily, "Don't worry, you won't be able to fight."

"how is this possible!"

"Midnight! Miss Hermione, have you learned to be a nerd? Who can get up to fight in the middle of the night?" Christo rolled around on the pillow and sighed in a dreamy voice, "How soft is the bed?" .”

Looking at Hermione's still hesitant eyes, Christo had no choice but to restore her normal voice and said, "What are you going to do to stop Harry and Ron?"

"If you were to say—"

"But I won't talk about it." Christo looked at Hermione quietly, self righteous?Like to direct?No, it's too old-fashioned, old-fashioned good students, like Ron's brother Percy, "Hermione, Harry and Ron have their own ideas and dignity, no matter how ridiculous or unacceptable it seems to you, but always, They are independent individuals. You can give your advice, but you have no right, let alone block their choice. If you do, where do you put their pride. Besides, there will be no Danger."

"Christopher, you..." Hermione's face was flushed, she didn't know how to describe her feeling at the moment, lofty, excellent, but also approachable, occasionally confused, a girl like a mystery, inadvertently Time to show her another side.She couldn't understand her thoughts, just as she was also an independent individual, her choice - "For the sake of Gryffindor, I will still stop them." Christo glanced at Hermione and stopped talking.

This night seemed very long, but for Christo, it couldn't have been sweeter, although she was still full before going to bed.The next day, she was not surprised to see Hermione's dark circles, and Malfoy's surprised expression confirmed her guess.Harry and Ron looked very excited and had been discussing this in whispers.

Hermione gave them a disgusted look and said, "We almost died! Filch chased us all the way to the third floor, and we went into that room! Guess what we saw! Big three-headed dog! And forget about them! It doesn't matter how many points they take from Gryffindor!" huffed Hermione, cutting her fried egg into several pieces.Christophe raised her eyebrows slightly.

Maybe that's all right, Christo thought.A flock of owls flew into the hall, and all kinds of small gifts fell in front of the recipients. Malfoy received a new kind of candy today. If the cat ears were bitten off, it would keep meowing. The partner showed off.Christo lowered her head and took a sip of the porridge speechlessly. Is that platinum peacock just too naive and willful?

Suddenly, she froze, and she smelled an unusual fishy smell.She raised her head subconsciously, and her whole body entered a state of petrification. "Ah!" It was unknown which girl screamed first, and the people around Christo suddenly dispersed, leaving her sitting there alone.

"It's disgusting!" Many people in the crowd whispered.

Malfoy walked over unhurriedly, but the expression on his face still betrayed his eagerness to watch the excitement at the moment.He squeezed to the front, his tongue lightly touched his lower lip, with a mocking face, this was the first time he had spoken to Christo in a long time.He seemed particularly impatient: "Miss McMillan's taste is really amazing, look--" He turned his head and motioned to Goyle and Crabbe, then turned his head again, walked up to Christo, picked up a fork and poked He poked it, "A dead snake, not a bad gift."

"Malfoy!" Hermione yelled angrily, Harry had rushed up and thrown the snake a long way, and Ernie and Cedric were running over from the Hufflepuff table.

Malfoy snorted and threw the fork out. He lowered his head slightly and said with a smile, "What are you talking about, speak up, Miss McMillan, I remember you have a loud voice." He didn't notice that Christophe Already trembling, there seemed to be a bit of crying in her voice - "Gidero, I want to go home..."

"What did you say?" Malfoy asked again, but Ernie grabbed him by the collar and pulled him aside, startled by the coolness of his hands—what?He turned his head hastily, and saw that Christo had been hugged by Ernie, she was lying on Ernie's shoulder, and burst into tears, "Brother..." Ernie patted her on the back lightly, and he tried his best to pose as an adult. I only hope that it can bring a little peace of mind to my sister.But Christo still couldn't stop sobbing.Hermione, Harry and Ron came up and Ernie gave Harry another look as he cleared the table with a flick of his wand.Harry hastily withdrew his snake-smelling hand.