Together [HP]

"I really hope that there is some way for Harry to practice the Flying Curse as quickly as possible." During Monday's arithmetic and divination, Hermione looked preoccupied, "I thought it was a very easy thing, okay? Easy, Harry can come up with such a good way, but he can't even master this most important spell."

"I'm sorry." Jacqueline complained while taking down all the notes resentfully, "but isn't the most important thing about the Flying Curse is to concentrate? What's so difficult about it?"

"But Harry says he always has a really big dragon in his head," said Hermione. "He can't."

"What does he want to summon with the Flying Curse?" Jacqueline flattened her mouth, "If you really can't, take the thing and throw it to him later."

"That's a good idea, Jacqueline," said Hermione disapprovingly. "I believe it's against the rules. He's going to call in his Fire[Crossbow] bolts and go over the dragon."

"It's a good idea." Jacqueline raised her eyebrows, "Competing with a dragon for the upper hand in the air."

"Stop complaining." Hermione interrupted her impatiently, "Harry took great pains to figure this out, and didn't you also say that you want to take advantage of him?"

Jacqueline shrugged and stopped their discussion, Hermione was clearly worried. "My dad and the others are nearby. If Harry is chased too hard by the fire dragon, they won't leave it alone."

"Can you practice with me and Harry tonight? We are in the empty classroom below. If there is one more person, maybe you can give Harry new advice, or see where he is not doing well enough."

"But, I..." Jacqueline wanted to refuse, she needed to practice her Animagus.But Hermione grabbed her hand under the desk.Hermione's hands were covered with cold sweat.

"Please, Jacqueline."

"Okay...okay..." Jacqueline blushed and pulled her hand out, "I'll come to see you after dinner."

"Why should I get involved in the matter between you and Miss Granger?" After dinner, Jacqueline pulled Pansy towards the classroom she had agreed with Hermione. "I'm pretty sure I can't help you two with your studies."

"I told you," Jacqueline touched her nose a little irritably, "it was Hermione who was going to help Harry practice the Coming Charm, and she wanted me to help her, but to be honest, I think she just Someone needs to be there to comfort her."

"Yeah, so a second grader needs a first grader to stand there and watch her train our 'savior', that's a really good idea of ​​how to spend the evening happily. I really want to know, you It is the wrong nerve that will agree."

"If I had known, I wouldn't be here." Jacqueline frowned and put her hand on the doorknob. She remembered the feeling of Hermione's hand on the back of her own, cold, soft, uneasy, and There are tremors.That made her whole stomach feel sick. "We could just stay there and just do our homework and nothing else, since Hermione doesn't really want me to teach Harry, after all."

"If you think so." Pansy snorted, and Jacqueline pushed the door open.

"Oh, no, be careful!" Harry's voice sounded in the middle of the classroom.

"Fractured."

Before Jacqueline and Pansy could understand what was happening, there was a thud above their heads, followed by a cloud of fine dust on their robes and heads.

"Did you forget to tell me that it's still dangerous to come here?" Pansy said a little angrily, she desperately patted her robe and shook her hair, as if what was scattered on her was not dust but bacteria.

"I'm terribly sorry, I just...well... I still haven't practiced well," Harry said nervously.

"You guys are a bit late." Hermione came over and helped Jacqueline clean up the dust on her body. It was she who cast a spell to break the painting above their heads. "Harry and I have been practicing for a while."

"It seems that the effect is not obvious." Pan Xi muttered, "Don't worry, the principal will be here tomorrow, and you won't die. After all, you are the boy who survived."

"But I think we're in danger," Jacqueline said, walking towards the empty desk and opening her schoolbag. "I don't want to be hit on the head by a fast-flying fire [crossbow] arrow."

"What nonsense are you talking about, Harry will succeed before tomorrow. Concentrate, Harry, concentrate." The rune dictionary in Hermione's hand rose into the air from her hand, but it only flew less than ten centimeters away. It fell right in front of Hermione, kicking up dust all over the place.

"Then please don't send him until he succeeds." Jacqueline turned her head, "Seriously, Potter, don't think about your damn dragon, do it, just think about you Is it possible to summon the past?"

"I can't stop thinking about it." Harry gasped and said loudly, he looked at Hermione, who once again showed him how to cast a spell, and she was directing her schoolbag to fly towards him Come here, "It's not like you're going to deal with a fire dragon."

"I've never seen Delacour so nervous." Jacqueline said dissatisfiedly, at this moment, with a "snap", Hermione's schoolbag fell to the ground.

"You're looking for her again?" Hermione said dryly, letting her schoolbag rise again.

"We met her in the dining room, she was chatting with Ravenclaw students." Jacqueline pouted, "What do you say their tableware is made of crystal, as if Beauxbatons is so powerful, Beauxbatons isn't as big as Hogwarts, and it doesn't have as many students."

"Hey, Potter," she yelled after a chair flew a short distance and tipped over beside Pansy, startling her, "Can you start with something lighter? Practice? Like feathers or something?"

"I don't think it's going to help." Hermione recalled the chair to her and let Harry continue practicing.

"This helps us a lot, at least we don't have to worry about explaining to Madam Pomfrey how we were thrown into the school infirmary because some idiot was practicing the Flying Curse."

"If you don't want to stay here, go away!" Harry said loudly, he could no longer suppress his inner anger, it was one thing that he couldn't practice the Coming Charm, and being laughed at by the Slytherin students was another.

"When will you practice the Flying Curse, and then think about your poor self-esteem." Jacqueline said impatiently. She closed Professor McGonagall's notebook. She couldn't do it in such an environment. Practice Animagus, "Honestly, I think it's a better choice for Hermione to carry your Firebolt."

"That's a good idea." Harry bent over, panting, "Think about it, Hermione."

"This is against the rules! Jacqueline!" Hermione insisted, "I think you've made some progress, Harry, come, summon the quill in my hand."

"Oh, okay." Harry said a little disappointed, "Here comes the quill."

The quill flew up and landed among them.

"What an improvement, Potter," Pansy sneered.

"What a beautiful performance." Jacqueline muttered standing up, walked to the middle of the classroom, picked up the quill, and put it back in Hermione's hand, "This is the best thing you did tonight." Just once, in order to prevent you from thinking wrong, yes, I was just being sarcastic. And Hermione, I think you should give Potter a little reward." She took Hermione's hand, whether she liked it or not, walked to A little behind the place where the quill fell just now. "I think he should set some smaller goals, say, this distance, something as light as a quill. If he can succeed, then you just step back a little bit. Take it little by little, don't rush it. "

"He doesn't have much time to worry about, Jacqueline," said Hermione. "He's got less than twenty-four hours, and what can such small steps do?"

"It can help him build up his few self-confidence." Jacqueline flattened her mouth, "Once he builds up his confidence, I believe his progress will be very fast, although I still doubt that he can He can't summon the Firebolt from as far away as the castle during tomorrow's match, but I can guarantee that he can make the Firebolt fly for a while, but as for how long, I don't know."

"What's the use of a walk?" Hermione countered. "If he can't get the Firebolt flying in front of him, it's of no use. Now it's not a question of building Harry's confidence, it's about making him very good." Master the Flying Curse! If he masters it, no matter what the object is or how far away it is, he should be able to summon it successfully. I ask for your help because you can tell him how to focus on his own spell and Not cynicism, giving totally useless advice. Of course, if we had a week, we could of course try to take it one step at a time, but his game is tomorrow!"

"Then maybe when Professor Flitwick taught the Flying Curse class last month, he should study hard and practice afterwards instead of studying how to make himself look better in the "Prophet" , it’s only now that I hold my feet temporarily.”

"How many times do I have to tell you about Jacqueline? Harry didn't say those things, it was all made up by Skeeter himself. Why can't you believe me?"

"Because she probably made up about half or more, but it's definitely not [-] percent. And seriously, what the hell was he doing a while ago? He doesn't have as much homework as we do, and we find things to do outside of class. work, but we can still practice the Flying Curse well."

"Sorry to bother you," Harry stood behind them, holding the wand in his hand, still pointing at the quill in Hermione's hand, "but I think how to deal with the dragon tomorrow is more important."

"Shut up, Harry. Since you mentioned it." Hermione folded her arms across her chest, "What the hell have you been up to these days? I never saw you in the library, and Professor McGonagall's notebook, you've always been mysterious lately. Are you secretly studying Veela? That Fleur is not our friend now. She is a representative of Beauxbatons, and she wants to defeat Hogwarts, She is Harry's opponent, or Digory's opponent that you Slytherins support. Don't tell me that your research on Veela is to help us defeat her better!"

"This matter has nothing to do with Fleur Delacour, why did you mention her?" Jacqueline asked very curiously, "She just looks a little better, and I..."

"Looks a little better!" Hermione exclaimed, "yes, that's right, blue eyes, silvery hair like a waterfall, neat, white teeth, who doesn't think such a girl looks good. I guess you must I think her English with a French accent is sexy."

"Azure blue eyes?" Jacqueline tilted her head and thought for a while, "I really didn't notice that."

"You never pay attention to the people around you!" Hermione roared.

"I noticed that your front teeth are a little shorter than you used to be, although I don't know why you did it, because I think you are good before. Of course, it doesn't mean that you are not good-looking now, but, you Look at Hermione, you don't need to shorten your front teeth just because others have straight teeth. Your beauty lies in your smart brain, excessive kindness, and some inexplicable persistence. Your appearance changes. And, I don't understand, what does that have to do with Potter practicing the Coming Charm?"

"Don't think I'll let you go just because you said a few nice words to me!" Hermione blushed and raised her head, looking at Harry and Pansy who were obviously in an awkward state.

"We can find another place." Pansy said dryly, "I can go and train Potter, if you need to continue your business."

"No need." Jacqueline glanced at her watch, "It's almost curfew now, and I think we're wasting our time here, you don't have to take my advice, Hermione, but I hope you succeed. And it doesn't mean anything to me who wins the Goblet of Fire, and you now suspect that I'm still interested in Delacour, just as I suspect you and Potter are in a relationship, completely unfounded. I think maybe it's because we don't I didn't really trust the other party." Jacqueline shrugged, she didn't know what to say.She walked back to her desk and packed her schoolbag, "I'm going back to the lounge, you should go back early too."

"What did you just do?" Pansy seemed to realize when they walked down the stairs to the basement quietly, "You and Miss Granger..."

"I don't know," Jacqueline interrupted before Pansy could finish. "I can't be friends with someone I don't trust and doesn't trust me."

"After you and her have been through so much? You gave up the friendship between the two of you so easily?"

"Maybe it was a mistake from the beginning." Jacqueline walked into the Slytherin lounge, and there was no one in it.Jacqueline put her schoolbag on a chair and pulled out the notebook that Mag gave her. She took a long, deep breath, "I'm sorry, but I don't have the energy to study this right now," she opened the notebook and stared at The words above, "I have more important things."

"No, no, no." Pansy pulled out the notebook in front of Jacqueline, "You can't hide every time you encounter emotional problems that you can't handle, I'm about to see the words engraved in your brain now." Hermione Granger's place is completely sealed off. So, tell me, what is the reason that makes you so depressed? It can't be related to your bad sleep recently, you know that you sometimes talk in your sleep recently Bar."

"I'm really not in the mood to discuss this, okay?" Jacqueline opened McGonagall's notebook, "and I swear on Graham's tombstone, Pansy, if you bother me again, I'll give you a Graham's most vicious potion. I assure you, not even Professor Snape has an antidote."

"Life is a bastard, Jacqueline, and you can't let it go the way you planned. You can't bury yourself in a book just because it doesn't go your way. You want to be friends with Hermione, you Be aware of this. You can’t just deny everything just because you’ve had a little setback in the process.”

"Go to bed, Pansy."

"You too, Jacqueline. I'm pretty sure you'll have all tomorrow afternoon, uninterrupted, to study what you don't know what it is."

Jacqueline gave a low laugh, and continued to look at Mag's notebook.

The author has something to say:

The author originally wanted to have some ambiguity, but as he was writing, the two fell into a quarrel.Then the author inexplicably felt that it was not bad. . .

Another: In order to show that the author is Jacqueline's real mother, I started to open bugs for her. The buff state is officially activated.