Together [HP]

In the last week of the semester, the school is getting busier and noisier day by day.Rumors were going around about the Yule Ball, for example, that Dumbledore had bought eight hundred casks of flavored mead from Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks.And he also booked the Weird Sisters show.As for who or what the Weird Sisters actually were, Jacqueline only knew they were the music group, because she'd only heard them once on the wizarding radio, and that was when Yuna switched to the channel, but from those who had grown up Judging by the excitement of the students listening to WWN (Wizard Radio Network), they seemed to be very popular.

Some teachers, such as the little Professor Flitwick, simply stopped teaching when they saw that the students were obviously absent-minded.He allowed them to play games in his class on Wednesday, so Jacqueline was pulled by Pansy to chat about one class: Should I agree to Bushley or not.He's annoying, but handsome, and he's the only guy who invites me.And, what should I wear there?The clothes my dad asked me to bring can only be a joke, but I don't have any other clothes.

"Pansy, if you can accept spending one night with Bushley, you can promise him." Jacqueline propped her head and looked behind her as Malfoy, Goyle and Braque played Crackle and Blast, and Goyle was clumsy. Yes, Malfoy won three times in just 5 minutes. "Also, I remember you have a box of clothes, just choose one."

"Of course I can't compare with someone like you who only wears high-end custom-made dresses." Pansy said angrily, at this time Malfoy had too many cards in his hand and all of them were on fire.The two of them immediately left their seats.

"Be careful, children, be careful," Professor Flitwick yelled, drawing a spring from his wand to extinguish the fire.

Other teachers are not so easy to talk to.For example, nothing can divert Professor Binns' attention, and he continued to trudge through his pile of goblin rebellion notes. The students speculated that since Professor Binns did not let his own death stop him from continuing to teach, Little things like Christmas were simply impossible to distract him.Strange to say, he should be able to make a bloody, thrilling goblin rebellion as dry as a report.Professor McGonagall and Moody didn't let the students idle until the last second before get out of class ended.Not to mention Nip, who would rather adopt Harry as a godson than let his classmates play games in class.He surveyed the class sullenly and told them that he would be testing their antidote in the last class of the term.

"I wish the Headmaster would poison Harry," Malfoy said cheerfully in the Slytherin common room that night, "so we don't have to see his nasty act."

"If going to the school infirmary is the only punishment for making a bad antidote, I really want to do it." Jacqueline looked at the notebook in her hand in despair.Meg's notebook was now about to fall off the cover she had ravaged.Professor McGonagall probably wouldn't want to take them back.

"You should have promised McMillan." Malfoy said coldly from the side, he was flipping through the potion notes to make sure the production process was correct in the next class, "but it looks like you can only go to the dance by yourself now."

"Who is McMillan?" Jacqueline thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who that person was.

"It was the fourth-year Hufflepuff student who invited you to dinner last night. You have a memory, right." Pansy asked cautiously.

Probably, no.She has been dreaming about the past for three consecutive weeks. Although not all of the real things happened to her, she knows that they are real.

"I don't have time to worry about such small things." Jacqueline shook the notebook in her hand, "I want to go to the school infirmary because it's the only quiet place now." She kind of explained the previous words .

"Maybe you really should go to the school infirmary." Pansy said worriedly.

"If I'm in such a bad state, I'll go," Jacqueline said. "Now, please, can you seriously read?"

"It's Christmas soon, Jacqueline," Pansy said lazily. "Can't you give yourself a break?"

"Perhaps we can talk about the fact that you have not accepted or declined Busley's invitation so far?"

A piece of crumpled brown paper was thrown over, "I'm for you." Pansy said, "What if you really can't find a dance partner, and you have to go to the dance alone in the end?"

"So you two?" Malfoy frowned, as if Potter had been delivered to him, "Disgusting." He pretended to vomit.

"Go to hell, Draco!" Another wad of paper hit Malfoy's slightly contoured face.

"Pansy Parkinson, you're dead!" Malfoy's face became even paler. He stood up from the sofa and rushed towards Pansy.Pansy screamed and ran to the girls' dormitory.

"I'm going to tell my dad that you hit me with a wad of paper." Jacqueline leaned on the table, watching the good show in the lounge.

"Jacqueline, you can go to the dance with Pansy alone, don't expect me to help you." Malfoy stopped in front of the girls' dormitory awkwardly, looked back at Jacqueline with cold eyes, "I But I still remember what happened on Halloween."

"I haven't forgotten either." Jacqueline folded her hands on her chest, with a sneer on her lips. "So, young master of the Malfoy family, who do you plan to invite, oh no, who has the honor to be favored by you?"

"How's Greengrass?" Malfoy walked back to his sofa and lay down on it.

"Who?" Jacqueline asked.

There was a sneer on Malfoy's face, "Daphne Greengrass. It seems that Miss Graham is too arrogant to remember the names of her classmates."

"You can only drool with envy for my connections, Malfoy." Jacqueline wheezed her lips and walked towards her room. "Perhaps your family can catch up after a few hundred years of development."

Hogwarts students and teachers have shown a constant desire to impress Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's guests, and they seem determined to show the castle at its best this Christmas.The school was decorated with colorful lights, and Jacqueline found that she had never seen such beautiful decorations since entering the school.The banisters of the marble stairs were covered with never-melting icicles, and the usual twelve Christmas trees in the auditorium were adorned with baubles of every kind, from glittering hollies to Live golden owl hooting.The armor was enchanted so that it would sing Christmas carols whenever anyone passed by.It's hilarious to hear an empty helmet sing "Oh, come, you godly people,"The armor only knew half the lyrics, and Filch the janitor had to pull Peeves out of the armor several times because Peeves was hiding inside, and whenever the armor couldn't sing, he made up some of his own words To fill it in, it's all very rough and ugly words.

Although teachers give fourth graders a ton of homework over the holidays, most don't have the time to do it when term ends.In the week before Christmas, when everyone was having fun, Hogwarts seemed to get noisier because most people stayed, including those who hadn't reached fourth year but were invited.Fred and George's canary biscuits were selling well, and every now and then, during the first day or two of the holiday, someone would suddenly start to grow feathers all over their bodies.But soon the students learned their lesson and became very wary of the food being handed over, in case there was a canary biscuit hidden in the middle.

Snow fell heavily on the castle and grounds.Beauxbaton's light blue carriage looked like a big frosted pumpkin in winter, and the little gingerbread house next to it was Hagrid's cabin; A layer of ice had formed and became smooth and translucent, and the rigging was also covered with a layer of hoarfrost.The house-elves in the kitchen below were so busy preparing hot stews and sweet puddings in so many flavors that only Fleur Delacour could find an excuse to complain.

"The food at Hogwarts is so greasy," Jacqueline and Pansy heard her say, frowning, at the door of the dining room one evening. "I can't fit my robes!"

"You don't need to eat." Jacqueline said angrily, "Or run outside for a dozen laps, or make your gown a little bigger."

"Oh, that's so tragic," Hermione's voice came from behind them. She stood in the doorway and watched Fleur come out of the Great Hall and into the foyer, and said bluntly, "She thinks about herself all the time. no?"

Ron hid behind her. A few days ago he performed a charm in Furong. This is what Ron himself said. When he invited Digory, he recklessly invited her in the past. The consequences can be imagined. The laughing stock of the whole school.

"Hermione, who are you going to the dance with?" Ron asked.

Jacqueline turned and stared at Ron, wishing he hadn't asked such a silly question.

But Hermione just frowned and said, "I won't tell you."

"You're kidding, Weasley!" Malfoy's voice suddenly sounded behind them. "What, did someone actually invite that guy to the dance? That big-toothed mudblood?"

They all turned sharply, but Hermione waved to someone behind Malfoy and said loudly, "Hello, Professor Moody!"

Malfoy paled, jumped back, and looked around in panic, looking for Moody, who was still sitting at the staff table, eating his share of the stew.

"You're a twitching little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?" said Hermione sharply, looking back at Jacqueline. "Are you still busy with your mysterious affairs? I ask because you are almost as pale as Malfoy."

"It's nothing to do with those." Jacqueline shook her head, "I just have some strange dreams in the past few weeks, so I didn't sleep well and got a little headache."

"Harry also complained about the pain of his scars and your nightmares during the summer vacation, didn't he?" Hermione turned to look at Harry, and Harry nodded without knowing why. "Perhaps you both should go and speak to Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Just because I have some strange dreams, so I want to go to the principal?" Jacqueline laughed, "Thank you, I don't think it's necessary."

"Hermione," Ron frowned suddenly, "your teeth..."

"What's the matter?" said Hermione.

"Oh my god, they're different...I just noticed..."

"Of course they're different. What, you expect me to keep the tusks Malfoy gave me?"

"No, I mean, they're not the same as they were before Malfoy cast that spell on you...they're all... neat and, and, normal size."

Hermione suddenly smiled mischievously, and Jacqueline rolled her eyes. Are they really the Gryffindors that Hermione gets along with day and night?

"It's like this... When I went to Madam Pomfrey to shrink those enchanted tusks, she held up a mirror and said to me, tell her to stop when the teeth return to their previous normal state." Hermione Said, "I just...let her overdo it a little bit." She smiled wider. "Mom and Dad won't be happy. I've been trying to convince them to have my teeth reduced for years, but they want me to stick with my orthodontic wire braces. They're dentists, you know, and they think teeth and magic No, look! The little pig is back!"

Ron's little owl flapped wildly atop the icicle-covered railing, with a roll of parchment tied to its leg.People passing by were pointing at it and laughing, and a group of third grade girls stopped and said, "Oh, look at that little owl! How cute it is!"

"This little stupid bird!" Ron said through gritted teeth, went upstairs in three steps and grabbed the piglet. "You should deliver the letter to the recipient! You can't show it off here!"

Piglet squawked happily, its head sticking out of Ron's fist.The third grade girls seemed terrified.

"Go away!" said Ron savagely to them, waving the fist that held the pig.The little pig flapped its wings and struggled to fly into the air, screaming more happily than before.Ron tore the reply from the pig's leg. "Here, take it, Harry," Ron said in a low voice, as the third-year girls were leaving, all looking very angry.

"We have to go back." Hermione said slightly regretfully, "These letters are..."

"Hermione," Ron called.

Jacqueline looked at Hermione, then at Ron, Harry and the envelope in his hand, "I hope you haven't been involved in anything illegal." She raised her eyebrows, "Otherwise, see you at Christmas night, Miss Granger."

"See you on Christmas night, Jacqueline." Hermione said happily, and walked towards the Gryffindor common room with Harry and Ron.

On Christmas morning, I swear, it was still dark when she opened her eyes.The reason why she opened her eyes was not that she woke up, but that there was an extra person, a creature, in her room.

"Who's there!" Jacqueline grabbed the wand on her bedside table, pointed forward, and shouted in a voice that would not wake Pansy, "Come out!"

"Dobby didn't mean to wake Miss Graham." A thing with two big, round green eyes emerged from under her bed, with Jacqueline's green pendant on its head. Gloves.

"Oh, Dobby." Jacqueline snorted, her heartbeat returned to normal, her wand still gripped tightly, "Can you take my glove off? It's right on your head superior."

"Oh." Dobby stretched out a hand, took off Jacqueline's glove, and carefully placed it at the foot of Jacqueline's bed.

"So, why are you here? Fluorescent flashes." Jacqueline used the light from her wand to see clearly that Dobby was holding a big package in his hand. "What's in it? Dobby."

"We wanted to wish Miss Graham a Merry Christmas, and we brought her a present, miss." Dobby handed the box he was carrying to Jacqueline, "We bought this, using Dumbledore's The Galleons the headmaster gave us, we bought them at Honeydukes' confectionery and spice's magic joke shop in Hogsmeade."

"Thank you, Dobby." Jacqueline took the package and put it on the table by the bed.She pulled her quilt with her right hand, got up halfway, and dragged out a cardboard box from under the bed, and picked it up with one hand. "This is for you guys, it was started by Miss Granger, she runs a SPEW association, and her members raised money to buy these. She thought my lounge was closer to the kitchen, so she mailed these to me That's it. Can I trouble you to bring it? Since there is a party tonight, I think you will be very busy. And I don't want to disturb you and ruin the party tonight." She opened the package on the table, Take out a round toffee from inside, "Wow, multi-flavored toffee? This is my favorite!"

"Dobby has to go, Miss Graham, we are already preparing the Christmas banquet in the kitchen!" Dobby said with tears in his eyes, he hugged the cardboard box Jacqueline gave him tightly, and hurriedly left the dormitory .

After Dobby disappeared completely, Jacqueline spit out the toffee in her mouth and poured it back on the bed, "Oh, Merlin. I'd be happier if they gave me homemade desserts."