Together [HP]

However, Hermione hadn't, not forgotten about it at all.Jacqueline had intentionally been the last one to walk into the arithmetic and divination classroom, and she even arrived a minute or two late on purpose.When she walked into the classroom, Professor Victor had just finished roll call.

"Ah," Victor glanced at her, "you came just in time, sit down, sit down, let me see, yes, Miss Granger seems to have reserved a seat for you on purpose. Come over Okay, so today, today we're going to talk about the Pythagorean philosophy of 'the world is built on the power of numbers.' Numbers, as we said last school year, are very powerful, it's not just Can explain people's character and fate clearly, just like what you learned last semester. And from this class, we start to really learn divination, or in other words, reckoning. If you think last semester's arithmetic is already yours If the limit of your knowledge is limited, then I want to tell you that it is best for you to leave this course now, because from now on, what you will be exposed to will be a series of rules and rigorous mathematical operations. Of course, between now and School is back, so I'll let you all breathe a sigh of relief that there's no homework today."

His words didn't make the people below feel any better. They still looked at Professor Victor nervously, not quite sure what kind of calculation they were about to face.

"There is no need to be so nervous." Professor Victor smiled at them friendly, "We will take it slowly, and we won't kill you all at once. Come on, I will send each of you a Form." Victor nodded to the large stack of papers on his podium, and the several stapled parchments floated to each student, and Jacqueline and Hermione flipped through them and looked at each other At a glance, it is densely packed with all kinds of Greek and Roman numerals and letters.There are still several, at least five or six.

"He doesn't want us to finish this semester." Jacqueline said nervously, "I still want to sleep this semester."

"We could go to the library together," said Hermione nervously, "but no, I don't really think he'd like us to do this in one term."

"Don't be nervous." When all the forms on the table came in front of each student, and their discussions gradually died down, Professor Victor tapped on the blackboard, "This is not your semester. The content is not for one academic year, but if you are willing to stick to it, there are some content that you will come into contact with in the seventh year, and I hope this will arouse your interest."

"Fear is about the same." Jacqueline let out a big sigh.Hermione tried to straighten her waist and abdomen, trying to tell Professor Victor that she was very interested in this performance.

"Alright then," Professor Victor clapped his hands, "let's start the class."

"We have so much to learn." When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Hermione and Jacqueline walked towards the dining room together. "I think we may not finish our studies until graduation. By the way, can you come to the library after school today?"

"But I don't have homework yet." Jacqueline said, "Besides, I still have some things to do."

"It won't be long. I swear." They came to the foyer, which was full of people waiting to eat. Ron and Harry were already in the line. They waved to Hermione, and Jacqueline nodded to her. At the end of the line, Hermione pulled her straight to Ron and Harry.

They greeted Ron and Harry, and Ron looked very dissatisfied, "Our team leads to Gryffindor." He said deliberately, "If you want to go to Slytherin, it's on the other side. "

"What are you talking about, Ron." Hermione looked at Ron dissatisfied, "There is only one team."

"Professor Trelawney assigned too much homework, and we're getting upset about it," Harry said quickly.

"That nasty old bat," said Ron grimly, "is going to be in it all weekend."

"A lot of homework," said Hermione, looking at Jacqueline happily, "Professor Victor didn't leave any homework."

Jacqueline looked at her, desperate to remind her that they had a whole parchment of arithmetic to learn this term.

"Hey, Professor Victor is so kind." Ron said with a heavy heart.

When they were about to enter the restaurant, a harsh voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Weasley! Hello, Weasley!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione turned to look.Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle stood there like they were all overjoyed about something.

"What?" Ron asked angrily.

"Your dad's in the papers, Weasley!" said Malfoy, waving a copy of the Daily Prophet, speaking loudly enough for everyone in the hall to hear, "Listen Listen to this!"

The Ministry of Magic is in trouble again

It seems the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not over yet, writes our special correspondent Rita Skeeter.The Ministry of Magic has been under fire recently for failing to effectively maintain order at the Quidditch World Cup and for still failing to explain the disappearance of one of its witching officials.The Ministry of Magic was thrown into a new embarrassment yesterday by the bizarre behavior of Arnold Weasley of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division.

Malfoy looked up.

"Come to think of it, Weasley, they didn't even get your father's name right. He's pretty much a nobody, isn't he?" he exclaimed gleefully.

At this moment, everyone in the hall was listening to him.Malfoy erected the newspaper like a play, and continued to read:

Arnold Weasley, who was ordered to own a flying car two years ago, was embroiled yesterday in an altercation with several Muggle law enforcement officers ("police") over a large number of aggressive litter box.Mr. Weasley appears to have come to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody, a former Auror.When Mad-Eye Moody could no longer tell the difference between a common handshake and willful murder, he retired from the Ministry of Magic.Sure enough, when Mr. Weasley rushed to Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, he found that Mr. Moody had another false alarm and sent a false alarm by mistake.Mr. Weasley had to alter the memories of several policemen to get away from them.But when asked by a reporter from the Daily Prophet why he had involved the Ministry in such a pointless and potentially intractable affair, Mr Weasley refused to answer.

"There's another picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, turning the newspaper over and holding it up high, "a picture of your parents standing in front of your house, which you call a house! If your mother could lose a little weight, she'd look about right, wouldn't she?"

Ron was shaking with anger.Everyone in the hall looked at him.

"Go away, Malfoy," said Harry, "don't be mad, Ron..."

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "Then please tell me, is his mother really that fat, or is the photo a bit distorted?" ?”

"And your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry, as he and Hermione grabbed Ron by the back of his robes to keep him from leaping at Malfoy, "look at that look on her face, it's like her nose There's shit underneath! Does she always look that way, or is it because she's with you?"

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red.

"How dare you insult my mother, Potter."

"Then shut your fat mouth," said Harry, turning away.

Behind him, Malfoy angrily pulled his wand from his sleeve and cast a spell at Harry.Before Jacqueline could pull Hermione back to safety, a white spell flew past Harry's face, and Harry reached into his robes for his wand before he could touch it. Wand, there was another loud bang.boom!Then a roar echoed in the hall.

"Oh, no!" As a spell sounded in the hallway, a snow-white ferret shivered on the flagstone floor where Malfoy had just stood.

Jacqueline was surprised, and looked at the ferret with a little fear.She had never seen a living person transform into an animal in such an instant.Hermione, who was standing beside her, also looked petrified. She pointed at the ferret, unable to utter a word.

"Oh, don't do that, boy!" In the eyes of everyone, Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs.He held his wand in his hand and pointed at the ferret.

There was an eerie silence in the hall.No one dared to move except Moody.Moody turned to look at Harry, at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, and the other eye was drilled into his head.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily, his voice low and hoarse.

"No," said Harry, "no hit."

"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled.

"Don't touch, what?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"It's not about you, it's about him!" roared Moody again, giving a thumbs-up and pointing over the shoulder at Crabbe, who was about to pick up the ferret, but froze in place.Moody's roving eye seemed to be able to see behind the head as if by magic.

Moody started limping toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, and the ferret gave a yelp of terror, ducked, and ran in the direction of the basement.

"I don't believe in that!" roared Moody, pointing his wand again at the ferret, who rose ten feet in the air, fell to the ground with a thud, and went up again.

"I don't like people who attack people in the back," said Moody gruffly, as the ferret jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain. the behavior of……"

"I should have done that to Ron." Jacqueline closed her eyes, seemingly immersed in her fantasy.

"You didn't treat him well then, did you?" Hermione said angrily beside her.

"At least I treated him right." Jacqueline blinked, and turned to look at the ferret, which jumped into the air, wagging its four legs and tail desperately.

"Never, no, do, do!" said Moody, spitting out a word each time the ferret dropped to the flagstones and jumped up again.

"Professor Moody!" said a startled voice.

Professor McGonagall was coming down the marble staircase with a stack of books in his arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody quietly, making the ferret jump higher.

"You, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, her eyes following the ferret bouncing in mid-air.

"Lesson learned," Moody said.

"What's the lesson, Moody, is that a student?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, and the books in his arms fell to the ground.

"That's right," Moody said.

"My God!" cried Professor McGonagall, hurrying down the stairs and drawing his wand.A moment later, with a loud crack, Draco Malfoy recovered.He lay huddled on the flagstones, his smooth, blond hair hanging over his now dazzlingly red face.After a while, he stood up, trembling.

"Moody, we never use transfiguration as punishment!" said Professor McGonagall weakly. "Professor Dumbledore must have told you?"

"Maybe he mentioned it," said Moody, scratching his chin absently, "but I think it needs to be frightened a lot."

"We can go into detention, Moody! Or report to the dean of the subject's college."

"I'll do that," Moody said, glaring at Malfoy in utter disgust.

Malfoy's pale eyes were still watering with pain and shame as he looked up at Moody viciously and muttered something, several of which were clearly heard, "my dad".

"Oh, did you?" Moody limped forward a few steps, the sound of his wooden leg thumping against the ground echoing in the hall, "Yes, I knew your father before, boy... ...you tell him that Moody is keeping an eye on his son...you tell him that for me...well, your Head of House is Snape, isn't it?"

"Yes." Malfoy said bitterly.

"An old friend too," growled Moody. "I've been looking forward to a good chat with old fellow Snape... Come on, boy..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Malfoy's arm and dragged him towards the dungeon.

Professor McGonagall watched their backs uneasily. After a while, she pointed at the fallen books with her wand, causing them to rise into the air and return to her arms.

"Okay, you guys go to eat quickly." She said, turned and walked up the stairs anxiously.

"Don't talk to me." A few minutes later, when Pansy slipped softly to Jacqueline's side, Jacqueline held her up.

"What happened?" she asked worriedly.

"I just heard about Malfoy and Professor Moody." Pansy's voice was also soft. For the first time, the Slytherin students around were sitting there quietly eating, and everyone at other tables was excited. Discussing what happened just now, "I can't imagine." She clutched the skirt of her chest tightly, panting, "Malfoy, he really?"

"Turned into a ferret, and was directed by Moody to jump up and down?" Jacqueline frowned. "This is bad."

"That's right." Pansy said softly, "He might hurt Malfoy! Fortunately, I heard that Professor McGonagall stopped it in time."

"Oh, I didn't mean Malfoy." Jacqueline put down the knife and fork in her hand. "I mean Mad-Eye Moody, he's like a madman."

"Maybe that's why he's called Mad-Eye." Pansy seemed to finally catch her breath. She took a glass of pumpkin juice and started eating.

"He's crazy, but he's not crazy!" Jacqueline retorted, "Yes, yes, after he retired, he always suspected that someone was going to kill him, but never, never once! He...  "

"Hey, Jacqueline." At this moment, Hermione walked over with her big schoolbag on her back, and it seemed that she had just wolfed down her dinner.Jacqueline turned her head, glanced at her, passed the towel on her table, and pointed to the sauce on Hermione's mouth. Hermione's face turned red, she turned around, and covered her mouth with the towel. Wipe off the sauce on the side. "Can you go to the library with me?"

"What were you trying to say to me, Jacqueline? About Mad-Eye Moody? Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Pansy said.

"Please, Jacqueline. Soon," Hermione begged.

Jacqueline looked at the fish steaks on her plate, then at Hermione, "Give me another 10 minutes, okay, Hermione? Let me finish my meal."

"Alright then." Hermione nodded at them, "Then I'll wait for you in the library." She said and left in a hurry.

"What's the matter with Moody? You've seen him before?" Pansy said dissatisfiedly eating chicken wings.

"More than once." Jacqueline took another lamb chop and said vaguely as she stuffed it into her mouth, "He really doubted everything and only drank from his flagon, but, never, Never, never once has he behaved like this!" She said, down a glass of frozen blueberry juice. "Well, before Miss Granger uses some extraordinary means to get me to the library, I'd better go up there."

"If it were someone else, you'd probably have told them to go away." Pansy smiled behind her.

"Maybe it's like what my grandpa always told me, once you have friends, you have an extra weakness." Jacqueline shrugged, "But I think this kind of feeling is not bad." She waved her hand at Pansy, Go to the library.

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When I was a child, Sorrow was an Avada Kedavra, with Harry on one end, and James and Lily on the other; when I grew up, Sorrow was a black curtain, Harry was outside, Sirius was inside; later, ah, Sorrow is a white tomb, Harry is outside, Dumbledore is inside; Sorrow is a basin of silver-white memory, Sorrow is outside, Severus is inside; from now on, Sorrow is seven books thick Thick book, Hogwarts is inside, we are outside.

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