war and peace

When Professor McGonagall came back from Madam Pomfrey, Ron looked much better.Professor McGonagall was surprised to find that besides Hermione, Harry had also completed the task she assigned, and she happily gave Gryffindor ten points.This was a first for Harry, and a bunch of his classmates were more than happy to congratulate him after class before trying to find out how his spell had worked and what Ron's mouse had to do with him.

But there are three exceptions.Ron didn't look like he wanted to talk to anyone for a while, because he seemed to think the conversation would eventually come back to his mouse; Hermione wasn't happy, she always felt that Harry should have done this; It was Tom, and if he hadn't turned his owl into a black feather and a red fringe, Professor McGonagall's criticism would have been inevitable.

Harry finally got rid of a group of classmates who wanted to talk to him, and walked through corridor after corridor by himself.He walked quickly, intending to go to the library - he was almost certain that, inside the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore at least knew he didn't want to be there, and there was hardly any reason for it.Dumbledore himself is a famous white wizard. For a child who grew up in the Muggle world and just came into contact with magic, it is undoubtedly something to look forward to talking to such a highly respected wizard. Attitude is sure to be suspect.

Therefore, learning Occlumency has become a top priority.As for the current situation, which seems to be to prevent Dumbledore from doing something, his most beloved professor... Harry comforted himself and said that at least after he learned it, he would not be casually known what he was thinking, nor would he Casually being deceived by false information from Voldemort, he had already suffered enough last time, didn't he?

But when Harry arrived at the library, he found that things were not as simple as he thought.The books on Occlumency were in the Restricted Section, which meant that unless he could get his hands on his Invisibility Cloak, or a teacher's note, he'd never get his hands on them.He lingered outside the door of the Restricted Book Section for a while before he caught Mrs. Pince's attention.Looking at her hawk-like eyes, she knew that she hadn't forgotten that it was him who flipped through the newspapers in the morning, so Harry had no choice but to leave in despair.

Harry couldn't think of anything in the first year curriculum that would make the teachers feel they should be given a note to go to the restricted section.If this is no way, then he can only wait for Christmas, if Dumbledore returns the Invisibility Cloak at this time.There are still more than two months... Harry felt that it was too long, what should he do if he met Dumbledore again during this period of time?

Afternoon is Defense Against the Dark Arts class.As soon as the students sat down in the classroom, a burst of tumbling black robes came in from the door. Immediately, everyone's eyes widened, and the girls even made sounds of surprise and disappointment.Snape walked onto the podium with a straight face, "Your Professor Roald is ill, and I will take his place for this week's class."

Immediately there was a chattering discussion in the classroom.Snape tapped the podium several times with his wand before he silenced everyone: "Extremely disappointed, huh?" His black eyes swept across the class, and the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students shrank in unison. neck.Snape continued in a continuous tone that did not allow interruption: "It seems that Professor Roald's way of teaching is too gentle. If I were, I would never allow someone to talk endlessly while I was talking. talk."

Almost everyone glared at him, and Harry lowered his head helplessly.Snape had always had a knack for making everyone hate him so easily... never letting anyone know his good side... Harry thought.His attention was quickly diverted, though, when he realized Tom wasn't there either, and usually he, Tom, and Hermione weren't too far away.This is a strange thing. Tom usually doesn't talk much, but he never misses a lesson. Could it be that he is sick like Professor Roald?Such a coincidence?

While he was looking around for the black-haired, black-eyed boy, Snape had noticed him: "The famous golden boy, are you looking for gold that might appear somewhere in the classroom?" Startled, Harry immediately Sit up straight.He'd been too careless to let his mind wander during Snape's lessons, and the results would be miserable.

Snape was obviously satisfied with his reaction: "Oh, let me think about it, you should know about Azkaban today, and the dementors who guard it, right?" Nepe changed the subject, "So Potter, can you tell me what is the way to resist the dementors?"

Even Hermione bit her lip, unable to answer the teacher's question for the first time.Obviously, this question is definitely not in the first-year textbooks. In fact, even many Hogwarts NEWs students don't know the Patronus Charm. Snape is obviously making things difficult.But if he couldn't answer, Harry could imagine Snape triumphantly snapping the rubies in the Gryffindor hourglass. He managed to add a few today!

Just when everyone thought Harry was going to die this time, "Patronus Charm, sir." Harry said very slowly, staring at Snape.

An imperceptible look of surprise flashed across the Potions professor's face.But he curled his lips immediately, "Oh, of course we know that the Patronus Charm is the only effective spell against dementors." He turned back to the blackboard and scribbled down this line of words.Just when Harry thought Snape was going to let him off the hook, the latter turned back and said in a nonchalant tone, "So, presumably the Savior wouldn't mind showing us the spell?" Harry thought he didn't. It is necessary to emphasize that he is not the savior, because in a sense, he is indeed the chosen one.

But now everyone heard it, and couldn't help asking how Harry offended Professor Snape again.Harry looked at Snape's expression of wishing he would make a fool of himself, sighed inwardly, and picked up his wand.He tried to think about the last time he held the Quidditch Cup, kissed Ginny for the first time, his parents were by his side, and finally killed Voldemort... Of course he didn't finish the last one, but it didn't stop him Think about the feeling of getting a little pleasure.

"Call God Guard!"

A great cloud of silvery white mist erupted from the end of the holly wand.For a moment Snape stared straight at it, as if hoping to see what shape it was.But he quickly gave up the effort, sneered: "A shapeless Patronus..." But the students didn't seem to think so, they looked at Harry as if he was already a real hero.

"I would say that a shapeless Patronus can't really fight off a Dementor," Snape said, emphasizing his voice unhappily when he realized that no one was paying attention to what he was saying, "Okay, Potter , you can sit back."

Harry pursed his lips. He really shouldn't expect Snape to give Gryffindor points.He just hoped Snape didn't see that he was actually going to send out a formed Patronus, but if he did, he'd be called to the headmaster's office for tea in no time, or get some Unnecessary, extra attention.Harry remembered puffing out some thin, silvery mist when he first learned the Patronus Charm, but in a classroom where there was no danger, he thought it would be nice if he could blur the Patronus shape.

Before get out of class ended, Lavender Brown bravely asked Snape whether Professor Roald would be back next week, facing the death-like gaze of Snape.Snape seemed very unwilling to give her a positive answer, he snorted coldly: "That depends on whether he can get up."

The evening astronomy class is still a good place for students to chat while looking at the stars.Harry was sure again that he hadn't seen Tom, which was odd.Even if everyone is dazzled by the upcoming flying lessons (announcement posted on the notice board in the common room at noon, although Gryffindors are not optimistic about the prospect of taking lessons with Slytherin), there should be no Anyone know what Tom is doing...

Hermione beside him clattered through a page of parchment, and Harry was surprised to find her impatient.Not far away, Seamus and Neville were talking loudly about tomorrow's Quidditch lesson. "It's this again!" said Hermione irritably, making a cross on the horoscope chart and wiping it away with her wand.Harry touched her arm and asked softly, "What's the matter with you?"

Hermione looked up, her curly hair disheveled, and Harry realized that her restlessness was more of worry. "You know, Harry," Hermione said hesitantly, "flying can't be learned from books, so I want to try it before I go to class..."

Harry stared at her in shock: "But first-years can't bring brooms..." Hermione interrupted him, looking like she was throwing everything out: "I know! So Tom and I sneaked to the school's broom shed at noon , As a result, I can't control the Comet 260 at all!"

Harry felt his heart sink strangely. "You...and Tom?"

Hermione didn't seem to notice his pause, though.She scratched her hair annoyedly, "Yes, I think it's right for me to go with him—otherwise I would be the one lying in the school hospital now!"

Harry's mouth was half open, dumbfounded.If he understood correctly, it sounded like Tom had saved Hermione?When an old broom goes mad?

Hermione glanced at the students who were immersed in Quidditch and couldn't help themselves, her expression was very disdainful.Harry thought he probably knew why: their classmates hadn't noticed Tom's disappearance at all.In fact, Hermione's interpersonal relationship may be as bad as last time, except for Harry, who has long been familiar with her arrogance and doesn't think it's disobedient, and Tom, who came out of nowhere.Now that Tom the Hero (Harry stole a glance at Ron as he thought the word) was hurt, Hermione was, of course, in a hurry.

"I can't believe what a wonderful person Tom is, and no one noticed, not even a question..." Hermione muttered in a low voice, while quickly adjusting the lenses of the telescope, looking like she wanted to make a quick decision. "I can assure you that it was definitely not a mistake. He really wants to turn Nagro into Hedwig..."

Harry pricked up his ears.He didn't know what Nagro was like before, but he thought he couldn't do it if he wanted to change Hedwig into another owl.And he has attended Hogwarts for six years. Although he is not the best, he is still considered to be above average. Can he not even compare to a first-year student?

So when Hermione was about to hand in her parchment, Harry hurriedly scribbled and followed her down the astronomy tower.He caught up with Hermione on the spiral staircase, "I'll go too!" Hermione was surprised, raised one eyebrow to look at him, but soon showed Harry's familiar smile: "Great, Harry! I knew you wouldn't..." Harry was a little embarrassed, because he saw that Hermione's eyes were a little wet, which made him unable to say that he was actually suspicious of Tom, and he was worried about her and a suspicious people get too close...

When Madam Pomfrey saw them, she didn't stop them from entering as Harry remembered, on the contrary, she opened the door of the ward for them both: "This poor child, no one came to see him , I have never seen such a thing, the injury is so serious... He just woke up, I think I can allow you to stay a little longer..."

Hermione bit her lower lip, thanked Madam Pomfrey, and walked with Harry to the only bed with half-drawn curtains.Tom was leaning on two folded pillows and looking out the window at the darkening sky.Hearing footsteps, he turned his head and seemed to stop when he saw Harry.

He looked even paler, Harry remarked inwardly.Eyebrows are stern, thin lips are bloodless, but the black pupils still can't see any information.The large hospital gown looked harsh on him, and Harry frowned. He probably hadn't looked at Tom seriously before, and he realized that the body of this man in front of him might be similar to his long-term malnourished one.He stole another glance at Hermione, who was blushing and looking like she was struggling to find the right words of reassurance.

He mentally compared a brash, freckled red-haired Weasley to a bright, talented, coldly handsome brunette, black-eyed Tom, and found, sadly, that although he wanted to tend to his own Friend Ron, but it seemed like he was doing it out of selfishness.And the point of indifference has yet to be verified. Last time he saw them talking and laughing with his own eyes.

Hermione followed Tom's gaze and landed on Harry, and she hurriedly explained: "Harry is also worried about you... You don't know, he conjured up a shapeless Patronus today!"

What do you mean by "he is also worried"?Harry was about to speak when suddenly a great pain hit him.From head to limbs, it seemed as if all the bones had been smashed and glued together... Harry fell, the last thing he could see were a pair of indifferent black eyes.