[HP] This Evil

The Ferraras have often quarreled about the resurrection technique recently. Nohime stood aside and looked at them coldly. Catherine didn't want to stay here, so she also left the house the day after Cecilia left.She dragged her luggage and waved her wand on the deserted road, and a dusty or crazy bus rushed out from nowhere.

"Hi, ma'am. I'm Stan Thornpark, conductor for tonight," said a tall, thin wizard in a rumpled uniform.

Catherine handed him eleven Sickles, got a mug of hot chocolate that wasn't very tasty, told him she was going to the Leaky Cauldron, and boarded the three-story bus.There were not many people in the car, and there were two scruffy-looking bearded wizards snoring on the steel frame bed wrapped in a blanket. Catherine avoided them with a bit of disgust, and sat down in an empty corner. .

"Rare customers, rare customers." A few head-only puppets hanging in the carriage suddenly said, "New cloaks, new leather shoes, suitcases with pure copper handles, rich ladies will also take the Knight Bus, Rare guest, rare guest."

Catherine looked down at her clothes, curled her lips, and ignored the strange puppets. She picked up a newspaper beside her and read it. It was reporting a story about the escape of Sirius Black that had been repeated many times. News from Zkaban.

The Knight Bus continued to stagger, and about an hour later it stopped again. Catherine thought the Leaky Cauldron had arrived, but she was about to get off when she saw Harry coming up, "Go to the Leaky Cauldron." Harry explain.

Harry was slightly taken aback when he saw her, and then they both greeted each other in embarrassment, and then looked away.

"Who's that?" Harry asked, pointing to Sirius Black on the newspaper in Stan Thornpark's hand.

"You don't know him?" Stan Thornpark was very surprised. "You really should read more newspapers, young man. This is Sirius Black. He escaped from Azkaban."

"Sirius?" Harry asked, apparently not even knowing the name Sirius.

"You don't know him?!" Stan Thornpark screamed shortly, "He killed many innocent Muggles, was a supporter of You-Know-Who, and he firmly believed that his master would return. He was originally Locked in Azkaban, but he escaped now, you know, no one can escape from Azkaban, because Azkaban has dementors, those dementors..."

"Say something else, Stan," interrupted Ern, the driver of the Knight Bus, "don't mention those dementors, it's too cold."

"Okay, let's talk about something else, what should we say? Grab the handrail!" Stan suddenly yelled strangely. Before Harry could react, the Knight Bus suddenly came to an emergency brake. Due to the inertia, Harry He was thrown violently from his original position, and fell heavily on the floor beside Catherine.

"Are you okay?" Catherine lowered her head out of politeness and asked.

"I think I'm still in the car at least." Harry got up. He checked his glasses and found that they hadn't been broken. He breathed a sigh of relief before realizing that his nose was bleeding. I fumbled around a few times trying to find a piece of paper or a handkerchief, but I couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

"Do you need a handkerchief?" Catherine handed over her handkerchief casually.

"Ah...thank you, thank you." Harry hesitated and took it. It was a light blue handkerchief that smelled like perfume and had dark patterns printed on it. The two letters C·F were embroidered with gold thread on one leg of the handkerchief. .

Catherine flipped through the newspaper again. She hadn't known how to deal with Gryffindor since the Chamber of Secrets incident, so she was upset now.

"Um, I'll take it back and wash it and return it to you." Harry said looking at the blood on the handkerchief.

"No! No, just throw it away when you're done using it." Catherine said without thinking, she didn't want to use Potter's handkerchief to wipe his nosebleed.But as soon as she said that, she felt a little regretful, because her dislike of Potter was everywhere revealed in the sentence just now, which was unreasonable, so she made up for it, "I mean, that would be too troublesome."

"Um...well, thank you, Ferrara." Harry rubbed his nose in embarrassment. "Do you know Blake too?" He turned his gaze to the newspaper that was about to be torn apart in Catherine's hand.

"Many wizards know him," Catherine said.

"Why did he kill those Muggles?" Harry was a little out of words. He hoped that the Knight Bus could arrive at the Leaky Cauldron in a second, because it was too embarrassing to sit in the same car with his old enemy's good friend.

"Because he's a Death Eater." Catherine quickly cut the chat to death, and then they were silent all the way.

Muggles can't see the Knight Bus, but wizards on the Knight Bus can see Muggles.It is nine o'clock in the evening, because it is summer, most shops in London are not closed, so there are not many people on the street.

Colorful neon lights are shining at the entrances of various shopping malls, and Muggles dressed as clowns are selling around with a bunch of beautiful balloons. His big red nose and exaggerated eye shadow will scare a few timid children to tears from time to time.There is still a long queue in front of the ice cream truck window, and the ice cream woman is wearing a white apron and a sanitary cap, making a chocolate ball and a big strawberry milkshake deftly.

The Knight Bus continued to drive crazily, the night was getting deeper and deeper, and the Muggle world outside the bus gradually quieted down, only a child who refused to go home was left crying in his mother's arms.A few glamorous women with high-heeled shoes and permed hair looked at the child with a "chi chi" smile, and each of them held a cigarette between their fingers.The child's mother gave them a look of disgust, and walked towards home with the child in her arms.

Half an hour later, the Knight Bus finally arrived.

Harry was invited away by a black-clothed wizard as soon as he got out of the car, and Catherine went directly to the Leaky Cauldron. She simply tidied up the room she had booked in advance, then sat at the table and began to reply.

The first was to my older sister, Cecilia, whom she regretted after the fight she had with her that day.

Dear Cecilia:

good evening.

I've stayed at the Leaky Cauldron, the rooms are shabby, there are always strange birds singing outside the window, the bed is uncomfortable, the quilt is ugly and old style.But the moonlight in front of the window is very beautiful, just like what we saw when we were young, and I can see many stars through the window.The make-up lessons you gave me during the holidays are very useful, because I can now find Draco.I'm planning to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy a new book and a few new quills. I don't know who this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is. I hope he can at least be a normal wizard.

I heard that there are several pairs of lambskin martin boots in the Tufan clothing store. I plan to go and have a look, and buy a black plush beret by the way. I don’t know if there is such a style there.

I will pay more attention to guarding against Sirius Black, don't worry, Hogwarts is very safe, and Ferrara and Black have no grudges, he will not trouble me.I'll be able to go to Hogsmeade this year, I've heard the candy shop there is very popular, I'll remember to send you some of their newest varieties to Berlin.

By the way, you left the key to Gringotts at home yesterday. I had the owl deliver it to you this morning. You should have received it by now. Don't lose it again.

Good night, sleep well.

—Love you Catherine

She didn't apologize in the letter, not because it was hard to say, but because she never thought she was wrong.But she didn't want to lose Cecilia. After Lambert died, she only had Cecilia, so she could only escape habitually, pretending that nothing happened that day, and pretending that they were still sisters who depended on each other spiritually.

The second was for Draco.

Draco Malfoy:

I will never forgive you for changing my schedule without authorization!Unless you accompany me to the ancient magweave class, Professor Babling doesn't mind someone listening.

— Catherine

The third letter is for Daphne.

Daphne:

good evening

There is no homework for herbalism this year, so don't worry...

I wish you a good sleep.

— Catherine

Hogwarts students need to take some additional courses from the third grade. Catherine chose the two courses of protection of magical animals and ancient magic lines one month before the holiday and reported them to Professor Snape.

Draco also took the Protection of Fantastic Beasts, but instead of the Ancient Mageweaves he took Divination, and he has been trying to persuade Catherine to take this course too.Catherine strongly disagreed, because her grades in astronomy were very poor, and things like divination are often linked to astronomy, so she didn't want to choose it at all.

Draco was very upset about this, but Catherine didn't take it to heart, but who would have thought that Draco would secretly change her elective schedule and add the divination course for her without authorization.She went to Professor Snape again to explain that she hadn't chosen the subject herself, but Snape ignored her at all.

Catherine was very angry because of this incident, and she had been in frequent correspondence with Draco throughout the summer vacation, hoping that he would take the initiative to find Professor Snape to admit his mistake and then change her schedule, but Draco was very angry every time. Resolutely rejected her.

When Catherine came down from the second floor to have breakfast this morning, she saw a few unfamiliar acquaintances except Harry.

Hermione was sitting at the long breakfast table drinking milk, and Ron had spread a newspaper in front of him, and he was pointing to the content on it and talking to Harry excitedly, "Yes, it's great, our family played in Egypt Very happy, Ban Ban is also very happy."

"Are you talking about our trip again?" The Weasley twins passed behind Ron, and one of them snatched the newspaper from under Ron's arm - it seemed that the Weasleys might all be here.

Enemy road is narrow.

This was the first thought that popped into Catherine's mind.She didn't want to face these Gryffindors, especially the Gryffindor Weasleys.But she still had to eat breakfast, because she forgot to eat dinner last night, and now she is very hungry.Catherine let her hair down to cover half of her face, and went to the long table to get bread and freshly squeezed juice.

"Ferrara."

"..." Catherine looked up at Harry resignedly, "Hey, hello, Potter, what's the matter?"

"I took your handkerchief back and washed it, but it wasn't clean, so I bought a new one to compensate you." Harry said and took out two handkerchiefs, one was Catherine's light blue one, and there were some other handkerchiefs on it. The other was pink with three strange rabbit-like creatures pretending to be cute, and the handkerchief was embroidered with white lace.

"Ah...it's just a handkerchief, it's okay." After taking the handkerchief, Catherine stared at the pink forehead and jumped, silently mourning for Harry's aesthetics, and then fled back upstairs with breakfast, because she saw Ginny came over too.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and sat opposite Hermione, "That's okay."

Hermione nodded in satisfaction, and said, "You boys can't just keep handkerchiefs with girls' names embroidered on them."

"I didn't intend to stay. If you hadn't stopped me, I would have thrown it away," said Harry.

"That's even worse!" Hermione was a little excited and patted the table lightly, "It's too impolite, Ferrara lent it to you to wipe your nosebleeds, and you threw it away after using it, How rude."

"She said I could throw it away when I was done using it." Harry felt a little aggrieved.

"What Ferrara says is one thing, but what you do is another. Maybe she just didn't want to cause so much trouble, so she said that." Hermione continued to explain patiently, trying her best to make the two boys opposite her understand her want to express the meaning.

"If you ask me, you should really return it, in case there is black magic on it." Ron munched on the bread.

"Ron!" Hermione slapped the table again, harder this time.

"Just kidding, of course I know she's innocent." Ron poured out a bowl of milk and added some oatmeal and dried fruit to it.

Catherine was unaware of the conversation at the long table downstairs, and she was busy thinking about how to avoid the Weasleys, especially Ginny, for the next few days.If she knew that Hermione was speaking for her, she would feel suspicious of life.

The author says:

There may be more private settings in the third grade...