Together [HP]

Life is sometimes very unexpected.For example, Jacqueline never thought that one day she would save Hermione from the troll. For example, she never thought that she, who had not been sick for 11 years, would enter the school infirmary because of the simplest illness ,fever.

It's good that Hermione hasn't spoken a word to Jacqueline since she yelled at her in the restaurant, Jacqueline told herself.She didn't want to get too close to a Gryffindor.

Maybe it's because spring is coming, so Jacqueline always feels very sleepy, transformation class, potion class and flying class, because of the "sensation" of Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, Jacqueline can still cheer up Spiritually, she was drowsy in other classes.

But she was really sleepy, looking at Snape who sprayed the venom in front, Jacqueline focused her eyes on the schoolbag, and quietly closed her eyes.

"Jacqueline, Jacqueline." Jacqueline tried to open her eyes that were about to be closed, and glanced at Pansy who was stabbing herself desperately.

"What's wrong?" Jacqueline muttered, subconsciously throwing the thing in her hand into the cauldron in front of her.

"Jacqueline order Graham!" Snape's icy voice sounded from the back of Jacqueline's head. Jacqueline turned her head and watched Professor Snape's mouth opening and closing in front of her, but she couldn't hear anything. less than.

"Professor Snape," Jacqueline suddenly raised her hand and pointed at Snape, frightening the students in the class, "You, how did you become, two, no, three, yes, four... indivual..."

Snape reached out to catch the slowly falling Jacqueline, glanced at her flushed face, and cast a cold glance at the class, "I'll take her to the school infirmary."

Jacqueline felt sleepy, tired, and bored.There seemed to be countless people talking in her ears, and many transparent figures swayed by her side. She reached out to grab it, but it was in vain.She wanted to yell anxiously, but couldn't utter a word.The figures in front of her came and went, including her brother, grandma, grandma, and Pansy, and even, it seemed, Hermione, with a big silver-white beard.

"Principal Dumbledore?" Jacqueline woke up in a daze, looked at Dumbledore in front of her, and didn't understand how she could make this busy man appear in front of her hospital bed. After all, she was not the savior.

"Interesting, very interesting." Dumbledore stood in front of Jacqueline's bed, looking at the snacks on the end cabinet. "If my eyes are right, I think, I saw Miss Hermione Granger's notes. Aha," Dumbledore picked up one of the parchments, "the time of the Goblin Rebellion is . . . .”

"Principal." Jacqueline cleared her dry itchy throat, "You..." What exactly are you here for?And Hermione!What are you doing giving me a parchment that tells the time of the Goblin Rebellion!

"Your father," Dumbledore looked up from the cabinet at the end of the bed and looked at Jacqueline, "James, it seemed that I didn't take good care of you, so he sent me a shouting letter."

"..." Jacqueline didn't know what to say. "I didn't write a letter to tell my parents." She could only explain dryly.

"Oh, Jacqueline," Dumbledore walked to Jacqueline's bed, "In the school, there is a portrait that pays attention to you all the time." Dumbledore said and blinked. "Also, make sure that I will come over tonight."

"Principal, I really..."

"However, I am very glad, Jacqueline, I am very glad." Dumbledore looked at Jacqueline quietly from his half-moon eyes, "because I saw a wise but dangerous little head. .”

"Principal, I..."

"Jacqueline," Dumbledore raised a finger, motioning for Jacqueline to listen to him, "Jacqueline, you know, the first time I met the mysterious man was when I went to the orphanage and told him that he was killed by Hogg Woz got in. That's when I told him I could take him to Diagon Alley and he said no because he could go by himself. I let it go because I didn't like him and I saw Grindelwald in him In the next few years, he was at Hogwarts, and I was his teacher in the Transfiguration class. I still didn't like him, maybe at that time I saw some unlovable potential in him. There is Jacqueline, I would think, if I could have guided him in a different way, the result would have been different."

"Yes?" Jacqueline asked.

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head. "You see, no one can go back to the past, and no one can know what will happen in the future."

"Really not?" Jacqueline lowered her head, staring blankly at her sheets.

"It's getting late." Dumbledore took out a watch from his pocket and looked at it. "I think I'd better let you rest before Madam Pomfrey kicks me out." Dumbledore said , walked slowly to the door, and took out a lighter from his arms. "By the way, Jacqueline, you don't mind if I turn off the light."

Jacqueline was stunned for a moment, and although she didn't quite understand why Dumbledore asked such a question, she shook her head.

"That's great." Dumbledore pressed the lighter, and a few strands of light jumped into the lighter. "When I was your age, I was afraid of the dark, so I never dared to turn off the lights and go to sleep."

"Are you afraid of the dark?" Jacqueline chuckled.

"Oh, of course." Dumbledore nodded, "Even a wizard as powerful as the Mysterious Man has something to fear."

"Maybe it's because he's not strong enough." Jacqueline bit her lip and said.

"Yeah," Dumbledore turned around, "maybe that's why he was defeated by a baby who knew nothing."

Jacqueline froze for a moment, and when she wanted to ask again, Dumbledore's figure had disappeared into the corridor.

"Babies who know nothing," Jacqueline whispered, "babies who know nothing."

"You go and get it to her."

"I'm not going, I'm not going to deliver something to a Slytherin."

"Ron, she's ours...she's not like the other Slytherins..."

"I don't care, she's just a Slytherin."

"you are welcome."

"Pan, Pansy!"

Jacqueline didn't know how she fell asleep afterwards, just like she didn't know why there was so much noise outside the school doctor's room, and why she heard Hermione, Ron and Pansy's voices.Hey, isn't it morning?Aren't you going to class?

"Your body temperature has returned to normal." Madam Pomfrey touched Jacqueline's forehead with her hand, "If there is no accident, you can be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon. Also, a cold is not a disease, and it is very uncomfortable. Next time For your own good, come here earlier. Also, make your friends quiet down. This is the school infirmary!"

"They're not mine..." Pomfrey left without letting Jacqueline finish her sentence, carrying the medicine bowl from the bedside table. "Friend." Jacqueline curled her lips, watching Pansy walk in, and then a heavy notebook fell on her body.

"Ow," Jacqueline yelled. "Pansy, I'm sick."

"And our intrepid Miss 'Know-It-All' of Gryffindor," Pansy approached Jacqueline's hospital bed and picked up the black notebook from her hospital bed, "gives you her transfiguration notes .”

"I don't need it." Jacqueline rolled her eyes, "I can read a book by myself."

"Actually," Pansy said, opening Hermione's notebook, "I think you need to, because, she basically copied the entire book down."

"Yes, yes." Jacqueline took the notebook from Pansy's hand, closed the notebook, and put it on the bedside table, "The miraculous Miss 'Know-it-all'."

"Jacqueline," Pansy looked at the notebook eagerly, "Professor McGonagall said we have a quiz next class."

"Okay." Jacqueline nodded, "I'll read the book."

"The obnoxious Miss 'Know-it-all' has highlights in her notebook."

"...It has nothing to do with me."

"But I haven't reviewed it yet!"

"Then go read the book, the Transfiguration class is coming..."

"Tomorrow," Pansy nodded, "Transfiguration is tomorrow."

"Okay, okay." Jacqueline picked up the notebook, threw it into Pansy's arms, picked up her Transfiguration book, "here, here, it's all yours."

"I'm sure Miss Granger won't mind." Pansy said hypocritically, causing Jacqueline to roll her eyes.

"Apart from coming here to bother me, do you have anything else to do? Besides," Jacqueline looked up from her schoolbag, "Why are you all so free today? Don't you have to go to class?"

"Because it's Sunday, Miss 'No Days', and I, I don't want to be with Malfoy anymore. For three days he's been talking about his great 'bringing Harry Potter and his followers Getting out of Hogwarts' and 'how to keep Slytherins from getting the House Cup'. So, I thought I might as well try my luck here."

"Trying luck?" Jacqueline asked curiously, "What kind of luck?"

"When I came to see you after school yesterday, I saw Miss Granger secretly put notes on your bedside table, to be precise, on the end table, so maybe I can get other notes today. ?”

"I don't know when you became so studious."

"Because," Pansy closed the note in his hand, "the final exam is less than two months away, and I don't want to go back and face the berserk Mr. Parkinson."

"Then tell him, if all the smart, intelligent Ravenclaw students fail Hermione, you have nothing to be ashamed of failing her. Huh?" Jacqueline tilted her head and thought for a while, "Very good, I just took this as my excuse. You are not allowed to use it, think about it yourself. "

"Then I'll tell my father," Pansy stood up and walked out, "if the smartest Jacqueline in Slytherin House can't pass Hermione, I have nothing to be ashamed of."

"I will definitely pass her!" Jacqueline yelled as she sat upright, and after receiving Madam Pomfrey's warning gaze, she lay back unwillingly, "For my summer vacation."