Together [HP]

After Christmas, the weather went from bad to worse, and even the majestic course loomed through the rain.

"I'm really sad for the Gryffindor players." On Saturday afternoon, Jacqueline and Pansy were writing their potion thesis in the lounge, and Malfoy was half lying on the sofa looking at the black lake outside the window, the sunshine Can't even penetrate the lake. "They have to play in this weather."

"Aren't they comparing with us?" Pan Xi asked without raising his head.

"It used to be," Malfoy said, lifting his arm that was still hanging around his neck. "It's a pity my arm isn't healed yet."

"Racing on a rainy day does affect your performance." Jacqueline nodded, "Even the Nimbus can't withstand this kind of weather perfectly, it will be affected when turning and accelerating." Jacqueline raised her head and looked at the Looking at Malfoy, "If it's the latest Firebolt, there shouldn't be such a problem."

"Since when did you become a Quidditch expert, Jacqueline." Malfoy snorted.

"Because William Graham is my uncle, Malfoy."

Hearing the name, Malfoy didn't say anything, "I tried to convince Dad to buy me one," he was a little discouraged, "but he said that if Harry Potter beat me with Nimbus 2000... But this time," he suddenly laughed, "I won't let him succeed, I know what he's afraid of."

"Good luck."

On the eve of the game, the wind and rain were fiercer than before.The corridors and classrooms were pitch black, so more torches and lamps had to be lit.The Slytherins and Gryffindors were all gathered for their one and only shared favorite class right now, Defense Against the Dark Arts.However, it was not Lupine but Snape who walked in against the strong wind outside.

"Professor Lupine has something suddenly." Professor Snape's cold eyes swept over all the students below, "I'm sick, so I can't come." He coughed, "It was very sudden, and there is no trace left that can explain the progress of your class. Record."

Jacqueline wide-eyed, sick?full moon?And the potion that Professor Snape instructed her to prepare a few days ago. . .

"Sorry, I'm late, Professor Lupine, I..." Harry's voice sounded at the door, and the whole class quickly turned to look at him like a frightened rabbit, and then quickly turned back, blinking He looked at Snape without blinking.

"This lesson started ten minutes ago, Potter," said Professor Snape gloatingly. "I think Gryffindor should be given ten points. Sit down."

But Harry didn't move.

"Where did Professor Lupine go?"

"He said he was too ill to attend class today," said Snape, grinning grinningly. "Didn't I already tell you to sit down?"

But Harry stood still.

"Why is he not good!"

Snape's black eyes glowed.

"No life threatening," he said, as if wishing so. "Another five points from Gryffindor. If I tell you to sit down again and you don't sit down, it's fifty points." Harry walked slowly to his seat and sat down.

Snape looked around the class. "Before Potter interrupted me, I was saying that Professor Lupine didn't keep a record of your class's progress."

"Sir, we've learned Boggarts, Red Hoods, Kabbahs, and Grindylows," said Hermione quickly, "and we're just getting started..."

"Quiet," said Snape dryly, "I didn't ask you. I was just commenting on Professor Lupine's disorganized teaching."

"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had," said Dean Thomas boldly, and the rest of the Gryffindors in the class murmured agreement, except for Malfoy, the only Slytherin who was there. proud.Snape looked more menacing than usual.

"You guys are easy to please. Lupine hardly expects anything high from you. I think you should be able to deal with Red Hood and Grindylow in first year. Today we're going to discuss..."

Jacqueline watched him flick through the textbook until he got to the last chapter, and he must have known they hadn't learned it yet.

"Werewolf," Snape said.

"But, sir," said Hermione, seemingly unable to contain herself, "we shouldn't be learning from werewolves yet, we should start being like Hinkpunk..."

"Miss Granger," said Snape, in a tone of deathly calm, "I feel as though I were teaching the lesson, not you. I tell you all, turn to page 390." He looked around again. Y’all! NOW!”

Pansy glanced at Hermione and pointed to his head at Jacqueline.Jacqueline shrugged her shoulders innocently. How could she know that Hermione had gone crazy and dared to contradict Professor Snape in class.

"Can any of you tell me how to tell the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?"

Everyone sat there in silence, motionless; except for Hermione and Jacqueline, whose hands were held upright in the air as usual.

"Who can answer?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione, paused when his eyes swept over Jacqueline, and nodded slightly.He grinned again. "Are you telling me that Professor Lupine didn't teach you the basic difference between the two?"

"We tell you," said Parvati suddenly, "we haven't learned the werewolf chapter yet, we're still learning..."

"Quiet!" Snape snarled. "Well, well, well, I never thought I'd run into third year students who couldn't recognize werewolves. I'm going to make a note and tell Professor Dumbledore how far behind you are."

"Sir," said Hermione, her hand still raised, "a werewolf differs from a real wolf in several ways. The muzzle of a werewolf..."

Jacqueline glanced at Hermione, and silently put down her raised hand. She didn't think it was a good time to be in her early years.

"This is the second time you've spoken first, Granger," said Snape dryly. "Another five points from Gryffindor for an unbearable know-it-all."

Hermione flushed, dropped her hands, and stared at the ground, her eyes filled with tears.

Ron said loudly, "You asked us a question and she knew the answer! If you don't want the answer, why would you?"

The class realized right away that Ron had gone too far.Snape walked slowly towards Ron, and the whole classroom held its breath.

"Stay after school, Weasley," Snape said flatteringly, his face close to Ron's. "If I hear you criticize my teaching style again, you will regret it very much."

After that, no one in the class made any sound.They sat, taking notes on werewolves from their textbooks, while Snape paced back and forth between the desks, checking what they'd done while Professor Lupine was teaching.

"It's poorly explained... It's not right, there are more Kabbahs in Mongolia...Professor Lupine said it was [-] out of [-], but I said it's less than [-] out of [-]..."

The bell finally rang, and Snape didn't let them go.

"Each of you write a paper and give it to me on methods of identifying and killing werewolves. This topic should be written on two parchments, due Monday morning. Someone should be in charge of this class. Weasley, stay. Don't go down, we have to arrange things about your late school."

"Hermione must be crazy." Pansy muttered softly when they walked out of the classroom, "She dared... But, the werewolf..." Pansy let out a sigh of relief, "Two pieces of parchment? We Why be dragged down by the Gryffindors?"

"If you study the materials about werewolves carefully," Jacqueline said as she walked towards the auditorium, "you will find that there is no room for two parchments."

"I'm not you, or that know-it-all." Pansy was amused by herself, and giggled, "Honestly, she's not that annoying, of course, maybe it's because I have another one by my side" Know-it-all'. You'll give me your paper, though, and I'll just make a few tweaks..."

"You've got a week, Pansy!"

"But tomorrow is Quidditch, our first game, Gryffindor vs. any team! Don't tell me you're not going!"

"Why should I watch Quidditch outside on a rainy day?"

"Because that's Quidditch!"

The next day was still full of wind and rain, but it could not resist the love of the teachers and students for Quidditch. People came out in full force to watch the game. They ran across the lawn to the Quidditch pitch, keeping their heads down against the strong wind.Because halfway their umbrellas were blown from their hands by the wind.

"You can't see anything in this situation!" Jacqueline and Pansy stood in the Slytherin auditorium with umbrellas, and she had to shout at Pansy at the top of her voice to prevent her words from being blown away by the wind .

"What did you say?" Pansy was standing beside her, but she seemed deaf.

"I said!" Jacqueline shouted with all her strength, then rolled her eyes, waved her hand at Pansy, and sat down on her own, now that she was soaked from head to toe, there was no need to open an umbrella.Besides, there were people around who were yelling like she was, and whatever she was saying, Pansy couldn't hear.

After a while, the wind blew harder, and the players of the two teams seemed to come out, and with the rumbling thunder, they rode on the broom, and then, it seemed that the whistle sounded, and the game began.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was getting darker.The people around Jacqueline were screaming crazily, but she didn't know what they were calling.

"What can you see?" Jacqueline called into Pansy's ear.

"Can't see anything!" Pansy replied.

"Then why are you shouting?"

"Because it's Quidditch!"

"..." Why should I come out?This is what Jacqueline wants to know.She looked up and looked around, trying to study if there was a way to get her back to the lounge safely, safely, and wet, and another flash of lightning illuminated the stands, and Jacqueline saw something that distracted her : The silhouette of a large, shaggy black dog, clearly reflected against the sky, in a row of empty seats on the top tier of the stands.

"What's that?" Jacqueline stood up, wanting to see more clearly, but soon, a familiar and terrifying cold wave hit her again, she was trembling all over, and her teeth were clenched tightly.She turned her head in horror, and there were at least a hundred dementors standing below, their hooded faces turned towards her.It was as if frozen water rose from her chest, cutting into her guts.

Then she heard voices again.

"Damn it, let the women and children go first."

"What are you doing in a daze, let's go."

"None of you can leave, just die here!"

"I've wanted to fight you for a long time!"

who is it!Who is that?That is, the voice of her grandfather, Uncle Lei, Uncle William, and, Dad?

Jacqueline opened her mouth, she wanted to breathe, there wasn't enough oxygen in her chest, she was drowning!She stretched out her hand, trying to catch the white and transparent figures one by one, but there was nothing, they all left, they all disappeared.

Then let her go to sleep too, and never wake up.

"Jacqueline, Jacqueline!" Someone was slapping her face, she blindly opened her eyes, the person in front of her couldn't see who it was, only a silhouette.But that voice, she would not be mistaken, was Hermione, Hermione Granger.

"Damn it, you finally woke up." The other one was brought close to her, so close that you could count the freckles on Pansy's face.

"Where am I?" Jacqueline asked weakly.

"Great." Hermione seemed to heave a sigh of relief, "We're still on the Quidditch pitch, and you fell in the mud." She said, reaching out and grabbing Jacqueline's arm, trying to pull her up , Jacqueline tried hard to push her away, but failed, she was soft all over.

"Don't try to resist," Hermione said a little happily, "You almost caused us to fall together just now."

"Go and stay with your Gryffindors," Jacqueline said with her eyes closed.

"Don't be stupid," Pansy retorted first, "I can't get you into the castle alone."

Jacqueline moved her lips, but she was too weak to speak.

"She should go to the infirmary," Hermione suggested cheerfully as the two of them began to carry Jacqueline towards the castle.

"I don't think she'd want to go there," Pansy yelled through the rain, "and it's full of Gryffindors! Harry fell off like you." Her last words were addressed to Jacqueline Said.

"His broom seems to have hit the Whomping Willow," said Hermione with some difficulty. "I think..."

"Go and see him." Jacqueline wriggled her throat and made a hoarse voice, which seemed inaudible in the rain.

"I will." Hermione nodded. "After you can walk by yourself, the Headmaster will be there."

"Principal?" Jacqueline struggled to make a sound.

"Dumbledore is really angry," said Hermione, her voice trembling. "I've never seen him so angry. He ran out onto the field when Harry fell, and he swung his wand, before Harry hit the ground." It kind of slowed down the fall. And then he waved his wand on the dementors and shot silver things at them. They went right out of the stands. They came out onto the field and he was so mad about it, we heard He magically put Harry on a stretcher, and he followed Harry to school on foot."

And at this moment, they finally walked into the castle, without having to be outside in the rain.Jacqueline waved for them to put herself down.They did as well, mainly because they were too tired, and the three of them leaned directly against the school gate, panting heavily.

"Dementors," Jacqueline tried to concentrate her mind, not letting the voice she just heard affect her, "how did they come in?"

"Who knows..." Hermione frowned worriedly, a little absent-minded, "Maybe..."

"Go and see him." Jacqueline nodded to Hermione. Although her lips are still a little pale now, don't worry, because Yuna has already rushed over. "I'm fine."

"See you later." Hermione nodded to them, and walked towards the school infirmary, leaving behind a pool of muddy water.

"Looks like I have another know-it-all by my side." Pansy touched Jacqueline's shoulder, "Do you think she'll let me copy my homework?"

"She'll tell you to write it yourself." Jacqueline grinned, "but I'm sure she'll give you the notebook."

"Leave her to me." Yuna approached Jacqueline and nodded to Pansy, "You should also take a good bath."

"Okay, Professor."

"Mom." After Pansy's figure completely disappeared in front of their eyes, Jacqueline raised her head, her face was still pale, but she was very firm, "Do you know the spell of Patronus?"