[HP] Hogwarts students

After an unfair scoring session, Harry's score was tied with Krum, and the people of Gryffindor naturally wanted to celebrate him.Surprisingly, after the first project, even people from the other three colleges have changed their views on Harry.

This is really a good thing, at least when we walk between the corridors, we will no longer be drowned out by the voices of discussions from all directions, even if we don't care about it, our ears will still be affected.

The hint of the second item is hidden in the golden egg snatched by the warriors, but once the golden egg is opened, there will be a terrifying, piercing scream inside, no one can resist this terrible The sound, not to mention the patience to delve into its secrets.

"It's like a person is being tortured..." Neville's face was livid, "Are you going to deal with the Cruciatus Curse?"

"It sounded like Percy was singing... maybe you're going to hit him in the shower, Harry," said George.

No one could guess it, so Harry had no choice but to put the golden egg in the dormitory first. After all, there were still three full months before the next competition. Could it be that the mystery could not be found within three months?He said confidently.

Ever since Harry and Ron made up, they've been inseparable.What surprised me the most was that even when Harry came to the Response Room alone, Ron followed him.Tall and red-haired, he stood beside us like a burning bonfire, too bright to illuminate the few moments we had left alone.

Now that Ron is here, Hermione can't be ignored. The four of us go in and out together as if bound. A boy would embarrass himself and make excuses to leave. —Oh, man.

"How did you do it?" Bored, I rested my wool pen on my chin, looked at the shadowy crowd behind the bookshelf, and looked back at Hermione, who was concentrating on writing her thesis.

"What?" she asked absently, with several different textbooks spread out in front of her, and the wool pen seemed to speed up in her hand.

I complained and wrote a few words on the parchment, and was distracted by the discussion of Krum's fanatical fans next door, so I couldn't help but put down my pen and said: "In this noisy environment, can you study hard."

"Just don't worry about it." She paused and said nonchalantly.

"How could I—ah, they're gone at last." I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as I watched the huddled crowd follow Krum out of the library. "The Krum effect lasts too long, why don't these people feel tired?"

"Because he's a very famous person." Hermione began to get impatient, but what happened next really couldn't calm me down——

"Hermione, Hermione!" I widened my eyes in surprise, and suddenly a familiar figure flashed in from the door of the library, it was Krum who was alone!He looked behind vigilantly and walked towards us step by step. "What's the matter? He heard me say bad things about him?"

As Krum got closer and closer, he turned his head to show his gloomy face, his dark eyes were fixed on us. I had never observed his aquiline nose and his thin lips so carefully. I even Beginning to suspect that this will be the last image I see before passing out.

"Hello." He had already walked to our table, looking straight at Hermione who lowered his head, his voice trembling.

Hermione finally put down the pen in her hand and looked up, and the two of them started to look at each other, both blushing.She seemed aloof, but graciously seated Krum at our table.

"Why are you here again?" Hermione asked. "Is there - is there anything?"

Krum answered her question with difficulty with only a few words he knew: "Nothing...want...here, with you."

"Oh." Hermione glanced at me quickly, and I packed my homework knowingly, stuffed it into my schoolbag and stood up, clearing my throat: "Excuse me, I suddenly remembered something... you two Keep learning."

"Wait, Kelly!" Hermione yelled, I suppressed a smile and rushed into the rainy and cloudy sky, and today there is a bitter north wind, mixed with heavy snowflakes, which makes me cold , There was no room to breathe until I returned to the warm lounge.

There were a lot of people in the lounge, and the orange flame was crackling in the fireplace. It was rare that the two Weasley brothers were buried in writing, and Harry, Ron, Seamus, Neville and others were gathered around the fireplace , Throwing things into the fireplace one by one.

Every time you throw one, the fireplace will change a color, accompanied by bursts of stench pervading the living room, many people were sent back to the dormitory or got out of the living room, but they were very happy with themselves, laughing loudly The sound is especially loud.

"Harry, Ron! I want to tell you one thing—" I approached with my nose pinched, and Ron said without looking back, "You just came back from the library again? If it's with the golden egg or It has something to do with being an elf or something, so let’s not talk about it.”

"You want to lead the house elves to go on strike again, don't you?" George folded the letter paper in his hand and said in a strange voice, "What rules have you arranged this time?"

"Did you come back through the snow?" Harry asked. "The cloak is soaked."

A few people next to them began to giggle and cover their mouths, and made strange noises.I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, keeping everything I wanted to say in my heart, snorted and shook my head and went upstairs.These stupid boys...if only they knew that the Quidditch genius they admired was dating Hermione...would love to see their faces.

As the weeks went by, I started working on creating solitary moments just for Hermione and Krum, covering their dates, and whenever Ron or Harry asked, I said: " She must be in the kitchen again! Talk to Dobby and Winky about salary and vacation." By this time, they would stop asking.

Well, I did mistakenly think that there was something between Hermione and Ron, but Ron realized it too late, he was still in a state where he would sarcastically and tease girls, which blind girl would choose What about him as a boyfriend?

At least Krum is willing to listen carefully to Hermione's things about SPEW - although he may not understand, but he will always nod in affirmation at the right time, or express doubts such as "Huh?"Hermione will chat with him more enthusiastically, and the two of them have been talking together for a long time, and Krum's English level can already talk back and forth with me alone!

At the beginning of December, one Thursday in Transfiguration class.It was almost the end of get out of class time, everyone was free to move around, Harry and Ron were holding two fake wands invented by Fred and George, and you were fighting swordsmanship in the back row of the classroom. It became a scoreboard, standing in the middle to score for them.

"Can Potter and Weasley behave appropriately for their age?" Professor McGonagall scolded them, then turned to everyone and said, "I have a few words for you all."

"The Yule Ball is coming up - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to mingle with foreign guests. Well, the Ball is only open to students from Year [-] onwards - but if you wish, A junior student may be invited—"

Apparently - and we're all aware - that's why dress gowns are required this year, and the news trickled down like bubbling soda through fourth grade and up, with everyone excited about the upcoming Yule Ball obsession, staying together in groups, chirping about partners...

"Who is your dance partner?" Parvati has already taken out her gown, hanging it on the bedside, and taking care of it every day, "Kelly is with Harry, of course, but Lavender and He Min, how about you?"

"Seamus invited me this morning," said Lavender, blushing, suppressing a scream of excitement that ended up making her voice sound like a bird with its tail trampled on, "I, I promised him It's-"

Hermione didn't speak, and was busy arranging the textbooks and parchment in her hands.Parvati didn't care either. She hugged her pink belt and happily bounced herself on the bed: "Dean invited me too! He specially prepared cakes, fireworks, and ribbons—how romantic !"

"Ah—I'm so envious of you!" Lavender screamed, holding his face, and then turned his head to look at me expectantly, "Where's Harry? How did he invite you?"

"Uh—" I stammered for no reason, "He didn't invite me..."

Suddenly there was no sound in the dormitory, and the three girls all looked at me at the same time, even Hermione looked at me with inexplicable eyes.

"It's okay." I blinked, "We've been dating for so long, you don't need to invite me to be his dance partner."

Parvati and Lavender looked at each other, and said in a pitiful tone: "This is different! My dear, although Dean and I broke up, but this time he specially prepared a surprise to invite me. .”

Facing their pitiful eyes, I felt a little uncomfortable, and then I turned my eyes to Hermione, but she said abnormally: "Parvati is right, at least he should ask you a question? Why just acquiesce that you are him What about your partner? What if you want to dance with someone else?"

"Then I'll take the initiative to invite him!" I said unconvinced, "Isn't that all right?"

Early the next morning, I found Harry eating in the Great Hall, awkwardly stirring his plate of boiled beans and pouring some gravy on top.Ron and Seamus next to me were snickering and saying something, and when they saw me coming, they still stared at me strangely.

"Good morning." I greeted them without looking at them—it can't be helped, once a boy reaches this age, there will always be some uncomfortable behaviors—then sat next to Harry, "Harry, you— ——" Facing his puzzled eyes, I paused and said, "——Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"What?" He took a sip of pumpkin juice in surprise.

"You know, it's... about Christmas?" I looked at him persuasively.

"Oh!" he suddenly realized, bathed in my expectant eyes and said, "Are you looking forward to Christmas gifts so much? Don't worry, I bought them for you a long time ago! You must like them!"

"Wh-that's fine, Harry, thank you!" It wasn't the answer I wanted, but I could only hold back my anger and say, "Is there nothing else to do?"

"Yes." He glanced at me carefully, and looked at Ron and the others in embarrassment.

I was secretly happy, knowing that he didn't like to be in the limelight, so I dragged him to a quieter corner, and asked expectantly, "Now we can talk."

"You didn't wash your face this morning." Harry said dryly, reaching out to touch my eyelids with eyeshadow, "Look, it's dark."