[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

Harry did the same the next weekend after that.By coincidence, she traveled with Granger and Weasley for a while.Harry was afraid to join Blaise for fear of being recognized by his fellow housemates. "Why don't you see Longbottom?" She asked curiously, "Aren't you on good terms?"

"He's helping out in Professor Sprout's greenhouse on Saturdays."

"Oh." Harry felt disappointed at the thought of having the autumn transplant tomorrow.Not to mention that Snape had made an excuse during class to send her to the librarian Mrs. Pince to take another voluntary job.

Granger still disapproved of her sneaking out of the school to come to the wizarding village: "Let me be clear first, if someone asks us who you are, I will not cover for you."

"I'm really scared, but fortunately I have this thing." She took out something with a showy smile, "I'll put it on and run away when the time comes, and no one can catch it."

"An invisibility cloak!" Weasley gasped, and carefully touched the shiny silver fabric. "It's so cool, Potter. It's so damn cool."

Harry gave a thumbs up: "Your taste is so good, it's not just talking."

"I'm not just talking casually." Before parting ways, Weasley reluctantly returned the Invisibility Cloak to her. "This thing is very rare and very precious."

Everything went well, but she stood alone in front of the Shrieking Shack for too long, causing the passing Hufflepuff fifth grade prefects and friends to ask her if she got lost with her friends.For a moment, Harry felt that the tall prefect seemed to recognize her, and before he could speak, she pushed him away and ran away, not even picking up her scarf when it got caught on a branch, until she ran out of sight Hogsmeade dared to stop.

"Why is it already November? After finals and then Christmas break, I feel like I've only been here two days ago," she complained to Blaise over breakfast the next day.

"This place has a name, Hogwarts. Don't call it some kind of detention center." Blaise said impatiently, "I can tell you that the reason time passes so quickly is probably because you don't Eating in class is volunteer labor. You better not let anyone catch your secret operation every weekend, or it may last until the end of the Christmas break. Believe me, you will never want to spend Christmas Mopping the floors for Filch on Christmas Day."

"Yeah, it's best not to. This year I'm not going to stay in school during the holidays. It's not okay to be dragged down by labor services."

"You want to go back?" Blaise was originally looking down at the orange with a silver spoon, when he turned to look at her with a surprised expression, "I thought you—"

"Homeless?" Harry grimaced, stirring the oatmeal with a spoon, feeling very unappetizing, "That's right, but I found another place, one where I lived briefly place—the voluntary labor of collecting old newspapers in the library is still a bit beneficial, allowing me to turn to some old reports that mentioned my parents more than ten years ago." And about the fugitive Blake, "Now I know they last in Godric's Hollow. The house was not rebuilt or torn down, it was said to have been spelled out of Muggle eyes and left there untouched. The old place revisited... this is My holiday plans. How about it, Blaise, are you interested in going with me? If the author of "British Wizarding Travel Guide" is not lying, the place I will visit is a cute and historic town."

"We're not close enough to travel together during the holidays." He replied, "But maybe I will someday in the future, after all, I want to see and see..." Blaise looked her up and down, towering The long, narrow, slanted brown eyes on the cheekbones narrowed teasingly. "The origin of the wonderful flower."

After breakfast she said good-bye to Blaise and walked out of the castle, across the vegetable patch to the greenhouse.Professor Sprout was already waiting there. "Miss Potter, you're here. I'm so relieved that there are more than one volunteer this year. Another student has arrived, come in quickly, come on, the tools are ready for you."

"Yeah, herbalism is so interesting." Harry said, "I thought volunteer places would be up for grabs."

The professor didn't hear the sarcasm in her words, and led her in with a smile. "The purpose of transplanting in autumn is to allow plants that stop growing in winter to heal and grow new roots after transplanting, so as to prepare for continued growth in the coming year. The key to ensuring survival is water balance. When transplanting, remember to protect the crown and the crown of the plant. Cadres." Professor Sprout said, "If you have any questions, you can come to the second greenhouse to find me."

The first greenhouse where Harry is located is where first-year students study herbalism, and it is full of harmless plants. "She's gone, now we can talk." She elbowed the person next to her, "What did you do to get this job?"

"What, what?" The boy was a little slow to react, glanced at her carefully but quickly, then hurriedly lowered his head and replied, "You mean the transplant? I volunteered to help the professor. One person is in charge Three greenhouses are hard work, and—and I love herbalism."

"Oh, this is embarrassing." She shouldn't have asked him.

"sorry."

The round-faced boy buried his head lower as if being beaten, which made her feel inexplicably guilty.Many people have always suspected that the Sorting Hat's sorting of Longbottom into Gryffindor House, known for its courage, was a malicious joke, and it was difficult for Harry to assert that they were wrong.Fortunately, Longbottomzui was not stupid when it came to herbs.She soon discovered that the boy was much better at the job than she was.However, although he is meticulous and focused, his endurance is lacking.An hour later Longbottom's arms were too tired to lift. "Let me do it instead." She took the flower pot from his loose hand due to fatigue, "Just tell me how to do it."

"Thank - thank you. Er - don't touch the vines. I mean, no - don't touch the foliage of the devil's net, you'll get entangled in the transfer, but - well, you can use the Levitation Charm."

Harry felt suddenly very sympathetic to him, and Longbottom reminded her of her old self.When she was 11 years old, the giant came to meet her with a chocolate cake in his pocket.He brought me a birthday cake.She remembered Hagrid's fierce, savage, disfigured face, his beetle-like eyes narrowed and a smile on his face.He assured her that although some parts might have been crushed, the cake would still taste the same.With trembling fingers, Harry opened the box. Inside was a large gooey chocolate cake with the words "Happy Birthday Harriet" written on it in green syrup.She couldn't look him in the eyes, let alone say simple words of thanks.Harry stood there with a stupid expression on his face, searching all over his mind and only found these few words: Why?Why do you—but why?

They were finally finished before dinner.On the way Professor Sprout brought a basket of sandwiches and a jug of pumpkin juice for their lunch.Longbottom asked her if she would come again in February for the monsoon transplant.

"You actually have to transplant in the rainy season?"

"Yes. Evergreen trees and coniferous plants need to be transplanted during the rainy season. When the humidity is high, the seedlings have less transpiration and the root system grows faster. At this time, transplants are easy to survive." Now Longbottom rarely stutters when talking to her, I no longer always bow my head to study the floor texture.He proudly showed her the first blister formed on his hand due to labor.

Harry found himself unable to think of a better way to say no, and it was hard for her to dislike him.Finally she backed down. "Well, I will come when the time comes. But don't expect me to pay more attention, at most I will help you."

The brand-new greenhouse gave Harry a sense of accomplishment, come to think of it - isn't it quite an achievement that they transplanted the entire greenhouse number one with just two people?She was in such a good mood, and when she saw Granger's big-faced cat, she didn't hesitate to do a favor.She carried the cat up to Gryffindor Tower—heavily heavy for a cat—and was stopped.

"What are you doing here?"

Harry looked up and it was Ginny.Holding parchment and textbooks in her hands, she looked like she had just returned from the library. "Good evening." Harry raised the corners of his mouth as much as possible, hoping to look friendly and loving, "I saw Granger's cat outside the castle and wanted to bring it back to her. Can you give it to Greg for me?" Ranger?"

"You recognize Hermione's Crookshanks?" Ginny took Crookshanks and looked over with the same eyes that Harry agreed to go to the mountain to ride a broomstick during the holidays. Her twin brothers looked at Harry Their eyes were exactly the same, they were eyes questioning what kind of tricks she was trying to play. "I thought you never bothered to care about other people's lives."

"You've got six brothers, so you're always trying to be tough. One time Ron reminded Mom that the new brand of hot sauce they bought was much hotter than the old ones, and instead you squeezed a big dollop on the sandwich to prove to him it wasn't." Spicy, but I vomited it all out the second I sipped it—you see, I do care about other people’s lives.”

"You just love to read my jokes." Ginny raised half of her eyebrows, "Although it didn't show on the face, I guess you were dying of laughter."

Harry sighed. "You didn't deserve to be treated like that, and I have to apologize for offending you. Listen to me... I can't imagine how scared you were in the Chamber of Secrets—you thought you were going to die there alone, and when you opened your eyes The first thing you see is me, covered in blood and holding a sword. Fear makes you feel grateful to the person who killed the basilisk, and you think she desperately saved you. But you are wrong, this person is not worthy of you Thank you, because she didn't risk her life for you."

"What's that for?"

For fame, Harry meant to say, for going to the stage that was set up for me.But this is not all true.No matter how wonderful the fame and glory are, they are far from being worth a single human life. Who else knows this better than her?Harry made up his mind that he would rescue the girl and kill the basilisk if possible, of course it wasn't for any bullshit honor—since everyone regarded her as the heir of Slytherin, he had to fight with this so-called The heirs are at odds.It's that childish, it's that simple.

"When I solved the riddle about the basilisk, I didn't know who I was going to save. I just heard that a low-grade girl was taken into the secret room, and your mother cried out afterward. Before the name, I don't even know your name. Yes, I have the impression that the Weasleys' youngest daughter is at Gryffindor House, but that's about it. I'm sure many people would like to Go deep into the secret room, as long as I tell the professor everything I know. But I chose to be a hero to deal with the basilisk alone, and I almost died because of it-it was not me who saved you, Ginny, but Mr. Principal's Phoenix .If Fawkes hadn't arrived in time, we would have both died in that damn place because of my impulsiveness and stupidity. You were so kind to me during the holidays, but I just did everything. Things anyone would do...and when you do want to be my friend one day, I hope it's because I've done things that only Harriet Potter would do."

"That's all I want to say," she told Ginny. "Give Granger my hello and goodbye."

It took Harry quite a while to get out of bed the next day.When she came to the auditorium with sleepy eyes and saw who was sitting in her usual seat, she suddenly woke up. "This is not the Gryffindor table," Harry reminded Ginny Weasley, almost in shock.

"I'm not colorblind." The fiery red-haired girl ignored the whispering voices around her, but if anyone stared at her for too long, she would stare back unceremoniously.Although the girl was young, she was more imposing than most Slytherin seniors. "I thought about what you said after going back yesterday. You made a mistake - I was the only girl and the youngest in recent generations of the Weasley family, and no one dared to compete with me for a seat at the table .Actually, my brothers let me go. They make fun of me, but even George and Fred can't really argue with me. If I pretend to shed a few tears, Mom and Dad will pick them up Pi—I mean, if I'm going to get something, I'm not going to stop until I get it. But I admit you're right, if anyone tells me I can't do something, I'm going to try." Ginny He raised his chin proudly, "That's why I'm here, to get to know what kind of person Harry from Slytherin is."

"Oh," said Harry dryly, "you won't like her."

"It's not for you to decide. I'll judge with my own eyes. Now, I think you should sit down to breakfast."

Harry sat down across from Ginny and poured himself a glass of lemonade.She couldn't help but keep looking at the girl's face, as if seeing it for the first time.

"Why, don't you like today's menu?" Ginny said, "It's just a croissant, how bad can it be? I promise, it doesn't taste that bad."

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