94 hp Diagon Alley

Ask Hermione on the field, that will get them fired, and Gryffindor will also deduct points and disqualify from the game.

Soon Harry's body was whizzing past them, lunging at the flapping ball and grabbing it.

"There it is!" cried Harry, turning and dashing toward the ground, holding the Snitch aloft in his hand.When the crowd realized what was going on, there was a deafening din that drowned out the end-of-game whistle.

Hermione didn't look very happy, but left the auditorium with a heavy heart, and ran towards the field.Gwen, who was full of magic medicine, followed immediately.

When only Harry and Ron were left in the dressing room.Hermione burst in, clutching her Gryffindor scarf in both hands, looking distraught but determined.Of course, when she was about to slam the door, Gwen squeezed in too, and almost got her fingers pinched.

"I want to talk to you, Harry." She took a deep breath. "You shouldn't be doing this. You heard what Slughorn said, it's not legal."

"What are you going to do, expose us?" Ron asked.

"What are you two talking about?" Harry asked, turning to hang up his jersey so the others couldn't see the smug smile on his face.

"You know exactly what we're talking about!" said Hermione sharply. "You mixed Ron's pumpkin juice with a potion of luck at breakfast! Felix!"

Good guy.Gwen finally understood, the golden potion, a small bottle, turned out to be the Potion of Luck—Merlin, why didn't Professor Snape give them some Felicia last year? (Soon Gwen realizes she is daydreaming)

"No, I didn't," said Harry, turning to face them...

"You're just helping, Harry, that's why everything went so well. No matter how Slytherin missed the shot, Ron saved every ball!"

"I didn't mix it in!" said Harry, unable to hold back a smile.He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the vial that Gwen had seen him holding in his hand that morning.A bottle full of golden potion, the stopper still tightly sealed with wax. "I wanted Ron to think I was taking the potion, so I pretended to, knowing you were watching." He looked at Ron. "You can save every ball because you feel lucky. You do it by your own ability."

He put the potion back in his pocket.

"Is there really nothing in my pumpkin juice?" Ron said, shocked. "But the weather is so good... Vasai can't come to the game... You really didn't give me the lucky potion?"

Harry shook his head.Ron stared at him blankly for a moment, then turned sharply to Hermione, imitating her voice and saying:

"You put Felicia in Ron's pumpkin juice this morning, that's why he saved so many balls! See! I can save balls without help, Hermione!"

"I never said you couldn't—Ron, you thought you drank the potion yourself!"

But Ron was already carrying the broom and swaggering past Hermione.

"I'll be fair," said Gwen, unable to bear the awkwardness, "you had a great day, Ron. But Hermione stuck with you, and countered Fool Smith's comment that you were just lucky—you see, She obviously thinks you are capable."

Ron paused and looked at Hermione in disbelief, but the wise witch refused to look up at him at all.Ron turned as red as his hair and ran.

"Well," said Harry, breaking the sudden silence, not expecting his plans to backfire like this, "if you're not going to invite Ron... can we go to the party?"

"Go yourself!" said Hermione, blinking her eyelids to hold back tears. "I'm so tired of Ron right now, I don't know what I did wrong..."

After finishing speaking, she also rushed out of the dressing room.

Gwen gave a wry smile and chased after him.

Miss Ollivander had never considered herself a complete optimist, so she figured that even if Ron and Hermione had a falling out, at least Ginny and Harry would be better off.

After all, if Hermione didn't want to go to the Slug Club, Harry would have to find a girlfriend from among the girls he knew, and Ginny happened to be on Professor Slughorn's invitation list - again because of the bat fine mantra.

But the development of things is like the unique joy of life, trying to negate all people's predictions.

For example, as soon as Hermione, who finally stopped crying, returned to the common room, she saw Lavender Brown who was hugging Ron passionately and kissing him on the cheek.

"She seems to be biting his face, isn't she?" Ginny said calmly, as Crookshanks, Gouzi, and Ginny's kitten, Anan, purred around her feet.

A mess of brown hair flew past them and left through the hole in the portrait.

Gwen cursed rudely, "Why at this time, I can assure you that the girl was aiming at Ron's mouth just now - he managed to avoid it."

"It's not too far away." Ginny said coldly, "Maybe he's not going to refuse?"

In fact, Ron had already escaped from the octopus-like Lavender at this time, and he was looking for his two friends all over the house.But Lavender did not intend to let him go, and followed him step by step.

"I thought you'd be happier if you won the game. Besides, did Harry invite you to the dance at the club?" Gwen asked while flipping through a copy of "The Transformation and Creation of Potions".

"I may be getting retribution." Ginny drooped her shoulders. "I thought he would never invite me, so I decided to go with Dean. How likely do you think Harry will escape this ball?"

"Zero." Gwen found what she wanted, and contentedly plucked a pinch of cat hair from the dog's body as a bookmark. "Because the professor specifically asked Hermione to see which evening he was free, so that the party could be arranged on a night when Harry could come."

"No wonder." Ginny wanted to cry, "The prom is this Saturday. I should have rejected Dean-Gwen early, my love and I are getting farther and farther away."

Ginny must not be the only wizard agonizing over love, as Ron returns shortly afterwards scarred from the titmouse attack.His expression is like the possible side effects of Felicia Elixir—if a person's luck is conserved, all bad luck will befall him after the effect of the medicine ends.

Snowflakes are dancing outside the window again, beating the icy panes, and Christmas is coming in a blink of an eye.Already Hagrid had alone brought in the twelve Christmas trees that filled the Great Hall every year; Big bouquets of mistletoe.Gwen misses her boyfriend again.

Harry ends up asking Luna to be his dance partner.As far as Gwen is concerned, that's good news for Ginny, because she's pretty sure Harry and Luna aren't interested in each other.

Luna may be more interested in thestrals.

But the other girls were staring at Luna resentfully.Gwen couldn't understand some of the girls in it, who whispered last year that Harry was crazy, and this year they could make love to him like a demon.

She soon lost her mind for Hogwarts gossip, for when Gwen came out of the library, she saw a lurking figure in the hallway, near Professor Slughorn's office Overhear - don't think about it, the wizard who also wears a three-piece tailored suit at school must be Malfoy.

Gwen immediately cast a disillusionment spell on herself, and then anxiously took out a perfume bottle from her schoolbag.Before she could approach Malfoy on tiptoe, Mrs. Norris's creepy meowing came suddenly.Immediately, Filch came running with a maniacal smile on his face, and Gwen could only hold his breath against the wall.

He tugged at Malfoy's ear, grinning, the flesh on his jaw twitching, "Wandering the corridors—if you don't have an invitation from Professor Slughorn, you're in big trouble."

In this way, Malfoy was brought into the office by Filch.Gwen put down her wand with a little regret, and she missed a great opportunity.

As if Merlin heard Gwen's prayer, after a while, Draco Malfoy was actually brought out by Snape, both of them had bad expressions.Even more fortunately, the head of Slytherin had no intention of taking him back to the house or his office, but instead walked to an empty classroom at the end of the corridor.

Gwen wanted to lean on the door to eavesdrop on their conversation, but her Disillusionment Charm level is not high. If the failure is discovered, Gryffindor will lose fifty points for it, and she will also be with Flobber. Caterpillars fall asleep together.The ability is not enough, the equipment comes together.The dilapidated classroom has very old keyholes, and Gwen can easily fit them in by making the retractable ears a little smaller.She was thankful that George stuffed her with a lot of magic props, and she heard the conversation inside smoothly.

"...no more mistakes, Draco, if you get fired—"

"That has nothing to do with me, you know?"

"I hope you're telling the truth, because it's a clumsy and stupid thing, and you're already under suspicion."

"Who doubts me?" Malfoy asked angrily. "One last time, I didn't do it, you know? That girl Katie must have an enemy that no one knows about—don't look at me like that! I