Together [HP]

One night, when Jacqueline returned from Una's classroom to the Slytherin common room, cold and hungry, she found the common people buzzing with excitement.

"What's going on?" she asked Pansy, who was busy figuring out some star charts from his astronomy class. "The first Hogsmeade weekend," Pansy said, without looking up, pointing to a notice on the old notice board, "end of October, Halloween."

"Great!" Malfoy sat across from them, in the best seat in front of the fireplace, drawing out his voice, "I'm going to try the butterbeer, and I'm going to refill the sweets."

"That's great." Jacquilin pursed his lips and spread it on the chair. "Have a good time."

"Aren't you going?" Pansy raised his eyes from his star map incredulously, "There are many interesting places there."

"My house is much better than it." Jacqueline stretched his neck, "Besides, I still have a lot of homework."

"I heard there's a screaming shack there," Malfoy said slowly, holding his chin, "if we trick Ron into it."

"There's also a candy store of all kinds," Pansy said, putting down her pen completely, and looking sideways at Jacqueline, "I heard they made candies into quills, so that they can be eaten in class gone."

"Out of the teacher's monitoring, I want to see what barriers Harry and the others have. Also," Malfoy smiled at them triumphantly, "my father has already appealed to that stupid bird. That idiot, Greg, will receive a death sentence. At worst, even he himself will be punished."

"Buried in the pile of books every day, one day you will become a nerd like Miss Know-it-all. What's more, what are you going to do if Black takes the opportunity to enter the school, or if the dementor suddenly comes over?"

"I don't think either of them can get into the Slytherin common room, or the library." Jacquelin yawned, stood up and turned to himself.

to his room. "But you're right about one thing, I don't want to be a nerd."

In Muggle Studies class on the second day, Jacqueline had originally planned to have a good sleep, but she hadn't had a good sleep for a long time.Now her day is almost equal to the two days of others.Besides, even if she did fall asleep in Muggle Studies, her professor wouldn't care, he was too busy bragging about his feats, as if without him, the wizarding world would be immediately exposed to Muggles .

Today, however, Hermione looked eerily annoyed when she walked in a few minutes after class, when Jacqueline was bowing her head, pen in hand, pretending to be taking notes, even though her eyes were closed.As soon as Hermione came in, she angrily pulled out the book and threw it on the table. The professor paused, and then continued his speech.

"If you receive something that worries you today, it doesn't mean it happened today!" After more than ten minutes, when Jacquelin was about to report to Duke Zhou, Hermione was unwilling A voice sounded beside her, "What's more, it is the cat's nature to catch mice!"

Jacqueline glanced at her with half-opened eyes, and went back to sleep.

"Professor Trelawney said that your worst fears will happen on the tenth of October," cried Hermione in a voice Jacqueline had never heard from her. "She got the news today, Can it prove that what Professor Trelawney said is correct? Professor McGonagall also said that she likes to welcome new students by predicting the death of others, but they are still alive and well! How can there be a cat? It can understand human language, but it just smells the smell of spots!"

"She was worried about Binns' death every day, but she just received the news just today. Maybe her parents didn't want her to worry, so it took a long time to tell her?"

"Hermione," Jacquilin said helplessly, opening her eyes, and glanced at the professor who was spitting and dancing, and Hermione who was beside her with an angry face. She was quite sure that she would not need to sleep today. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Lavender just received the news today, which doesn't prove that her rabbit died today!"

"Why is this matter so important to you?"

"It's not important." Hermione waved her hand, "I just want to point out such a logical problem."

"Hermione," Jacquiline rolled her eyes at her, "remember what your reaction was when I called Lockhart a liar last summer?"

"You didn't say she was a liar," said Hermione, "you just said he was pompous, arrogant, pompous."

"Is this really what I said?" Jacqueline muttered in a low voice, "But, whatever, you immediately wanted to refute me at that time, but what if I say these words now? Maybe you will agree. So ,” Jacquiline looked at Hermione, “do you understand?”

"I don't understand." Hermione shook her head, "What are you trying to say?"

"If you want to prove that a person is a liar, the best way is to expose him in public, so that he can't refute." Jacqueline spread his hands, "Now Lavender trusts Professor Trelawney, just like you trusted Professor Trelawney Like Professor Lockhart. Nothing you say will change it."

"I don't want to change." Hermione interrupted Jacquelin directly. "I just want to point out that the science of prophecy has no scientific basis. Not everything she said is correct."

Jacquilin didn't continue to argue, she just shook her head, she knew Hermione's stubbornness, and it would be futile to speak any further.

"Do you also think I don't care about other people's pets?" However, Hermione had no intention of stopping, she frowned and asked.

"I've never said that." Jacqueline spread his hands innocently.

"But you think so?"

Jacqueline sighed. For a moment, Jacquiline wished the professor would interrupt them, even deducting points for it. Jacqueline didn't mind, but it was obvious that the professor was absorbed in his speech.Jacquelin could only turn his head and say,

"I know you care." Jacquiline held up a finger to stop Hermione from interjecting, "I'm not being perfunctory, if you don't care, you won't spend most of the class complaining." Jacquiline said, "But I think you need to say it, and if I'm not mistaken, you probably said it in front of that Lavender."

"I just want to comfort her," said Hermione, wrinkling her nose. "I don't want her to be moping about it. And Ron, he can't blame Scabbers for trying to catch Crookshanks, then It's its instinct."

"Crookshanks is a cat? Is it your pet?"

"Right." Hermione nodded.

Jacqueline snapped his fingers, the professor turned to look at them, and they immediately lowered their heads and pretended to be writing notes.Jacquilin didn't speak again until the professor's voice sounded again.

"Hermione, look, the whole world knows cats are meant to catch mice, so why did you buy a cat as a pet in the first place?"

"I can't have cats because Ron has a mouse!" snorted Hermione.

"Then at least," Jacquilin said, rolling his head, "tell Crookshanks not to catch Scabbers."

"It's just a cat." Hermione frowned dissatisfiedly, "How could it know what I said?"

"It's life just like us." Jacqueline was a little annoyed, she stopped looking at Hermione, and stared straight at the professor.

"But it can't talk," Hermione retorted vigorously.

"Just because you don't understand their language." Jacqueline closed his mouth after finishing speaking, not wanting to speak any more.

On the morning of Halloween, Jacquilin and Pansy walked into the restaurant together, and Malfoy could be heard shouting from a distance: "The dementor greets you, Potter!"

Jacqueline frowned slightly.

"Don't pay attention to him." Pansy said beside her, "I heard that when the dementor came, he was so scared that he hid in George's car."

"It's not because of him." Jacquelin shook his head and walked to the Slytherin table. "I have found many books, but there is nothing about how to deal with dementors."

"Why would you want to know what to do with them?" Pansy asked. "I bet Dumbledore won't let them on campus again."

"But what should I do if I encounter them in the future?" Jacqueline asked rhetorically, "I can't expect someone to help me forever."

Pansy couldn't answer, they ate their breakfast quietly, and walked to the front hall, where the caretaker Filch was standing there checking everyone's forms, looking at them suspiciously.Across the vestibule was a line that couldn't get any longer, everyone was noisily discussing where they should go first when they got to Hogsmeade.

"I want to go to Honeydukes," said Malfoy excitedly, who was in line in front of them. "I'm going to buy a lot of candy."

"I'm going to the Three Broomsticks." Pansy licked her lips, "I heard that the most authentic butter beer is there."

"I'm extremely suspicious of this question." They walked forward slowly while talking, and Jacqueline wrinkled her nose. "I don't think that's the most authentic."

"Of course." Pansy laughed, "but not everyone can taste yours, can they?"

"I have no objection to that."

"So," Pansy continued to ask, at this time they could almost see the famous haunted house in Hogsmeade. "where you wish to go?"

"I heard that there is a magic equipment shop here." Jacquelin said, "I want to go there and have a look." Her voice was a little low, "Because Dad hasn't given me a birthday present yet."

"I'm sure your father hasn't forgotten you," Pansy reassured.At this time, they had already entered Hogsmeade, and the road widened suddenly, with various advertisements appearing on both sides.Jacquilin raised his hand and glanced at the time, it was ten eight in the morning.

"It's not because of this." Jacquelin frowned, staring at the road in front of him in a daze. "I just hope he's okay." She said softly.

"Hey," they walked for a while, when Pansy suddenly elbowed her, "Look, who's that?"

Jacquilin raised his head and looked in Pansy's eyes. It was Ron and Hermione. They were lying side by side outside the Honeydukes window. Ron held a new type of milk fudge in his hand. .

"I think it tastes good," said Ron pouting. "We should take some back to Harry. And, look at that..."

"We'll bring it to him, Ron." Hermione said sternly, looking around as if looking for someone. "But before we go back, we won't be able to take a good look at anything else with so many things."

"It looks like they've made up."

"I think they're a couple."

Jacqueline and Pansy said simultaneously.They stared at each other as if in disbelief at what the other had said, and a few seconds later they spoke at the same time.

"Are they a couple?"

"Did they quarrel?"