HP through the autumn

The unlucky Qiu followed Filch to wash and wash around in the castle.Filch was delighted at the arrival of such a free labor force, as Hogwarts needed to maintain a higher level of tidiness than usual with the arrival of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons.

He cheerfully directed her to follow him through corridors, cleaning up armor and portraits.

The people in the portrait sullenly touched their pink cheeks that had been washed and complained to her, but she could only continue to scrub, and only when Filch was away could she quarrel with the portrait again. I don't want to clean you up. There's no point in complaining to me. Be careful with your crap. I'll poke you in the face with my wand, etc.

When Filch came back, he saw the portrait who kept complaining and Qiu who worked hard.

"The portraits are getting louder and louder now," Filch sighed.

Bored, she didn't bother to quarrel with the portrait on the third day. While doing labor, she muttered about the homework she had to review: "Swelling potion: bat spleen, dried nettle, puffer fish eyes..."

Harry poked his head out from the corner of the corridor on tiptoe, made sure that Filch was not there, and then walked over cautiously.

"Qiu, are you okay?" He looked at her worriedly.

"Oh, Prince Harry, are you here to save Cinderella? From the dragon Filch?" she asked, cupping her hands over her heart.

"Yes, do you want to come with me, Cinderella?" Harry continued to act cooperatively, holding out a hand to her.

"No, you can't. You must defeat the dragon first."

They laughed for a while, and then Harry said, "The Gryffindors adore you. Fred and George say you're the only one they've ever seen who can argue with Snape without being pickled." The potion stuff guy. Lee Jordan said he wanted a picture of you to show up, and bring it to every Potions class."

He didn't tell her that she seemed to be glowing that day, so bright that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students also admire me, okay? I am like a goddess of war in their eyes."

When her deeds were reported back to Ravenclaw, not only were they not dissatisfied with being deducted 40 points, but they looked at her with admiration, and some juniors even wanted her to sign them.Everyone wanted her autograph or a picture to ward off evil in Potions class.

Professor Flitwick didn't say anything afterward, but he patted her on the shoulder in a friendly manner as he stood on top of a stack of books during class, implying that she had been doing well lately.

"In short, you seem to be more famous than the warriors now."

"Speaking of the Warriors, how's your game going?"

"Don't know what the first project will be, but Sirius said he has an idea." He was terribly annoyed.

"Anyway, there's never a test of courage more than a quarrel with Snape." She secretly took out her wand and let the rag clean up by itself.

"Filch is coming back," said Harry, looking at the Marauder's Map. "I'm going first, Cho. By the way, Hermione asked me to say hello to you."

"Goodbye Harry."

Filch appeared at the other end of the corridor, and Cho grabbed the enchanted rag and pretended she was doing serious work.

Filch looked at her results with satisfaction, and said, "You did a good job of cleaning. You should do more labor services."

She pretended to concentrate on wiping the wall.

Bah, who wants to do more labor services.

A few days later, Rita Skeeter's article was published, and people who were busy discussing the shocking battle between Cho and Professor Snape turned their attention to Harry again.

Harry was taken aback by the fabricated content in it, and almost thought that the person who went to the interview that day was not himself, but someone else.

"I never said that at all." He squatted in the corner and complained to Qiu, who was also squatting here and wiping the wall, "And Hermione and I are just friends."

He glanced at her expression carefully, trying to make his explanation less deliberate.

"Skeeter always talks nonsense," she listened to Harry ramble while holding a rag, "I suspect she grew up soaked in nonsense potions."

Harry snorted and laughed: "The Slytherin people take that newspaper every day and ask me if I want a handkerchief, so as not to cry."

"Then you take all the handkerchiefs and sell them second-hand. Some Slytherin classmates are quite rich."

"Good idea, Qiu."

Filch came back again, with Mrs. Norris, and the two mushrooms squatting in the corner got lost in chatting, Harry forgot to look at the Marauder's Map, and was blocked in the corner.

"What are you doing here?" Filch asked, staring.

"I... I think I remember that there used to be mushrooms growing here. I came to see it today and found that the mushrooms were gone." He made a nonsense.

Qiu found that Harry's nonsense skills were more and more her true inheritance.

And Filch was obviously not a fool, he drove Harry away with a vicious voice, and told Qiu not to find anyone to help her with labor.

So until before the game, Harry couldn't find another chance to visit her while she was doing labor.

On the day of the competition on Tuesday, everyone in the school was extremely excited, except for the contestants who already knew what the project was. Ever since they knew the existence of the fire dragon, they were anxious, sleepy, and tossing and turning every day.

Cho was summoned by Madam Pomfrey to be an assistant. Krum, Delacour and Cedric came in one by one, and Madam Pomfrey nagged her head and face when she was still in shock.

Laurie rushed into the tent after Cedric came in, and looked at him tearfully, making Cedric busy comforting her while Madam Pomfrey tended to her wounds.

Cho was sent to the door of the emergency tent to wait for the last warrior.

Harry arrives beaming with the golden egg, as he discovers that he will finally survive Tuesday.

At the entrance of the tent, he met a frowning face without any joy.

"Qiu? Look, I succeeded." He held up the golden egg with his uninjured arm to show off to him.

"Come in," she said, leading him into the hospital wing. "Your arm looks bad."

She grabbed Harry's arm with one hand and washed Harry's wound with a foul-smelling purple liquid in the other.Madam Pomfrey put a spell on Harry's shoulder after she cleaned it, and the wound healed instantly.

"Fortunately, there is no big problem." Qiu said.

Harry felt that her serious expression at this moment was completely in sync with Professor McGonagall.

But all the same make people feel warm.

Hermione and Ron also rushed in.Harry and Ron had finally reconciled, and Hermione, who was happy for them, suddenly turned her target on her: "Cho, I recently formed an association—"

"Vomit?" Ron asked loudly.

Hermione glared at Ron, then went on: "It's the Society for the Advancement of House-Elf Rights, SPEW—"

"So it's just vomiting?" Ron answered unwillingly.

Hermione ignored him and babbled about the various purposes and philosophies of the association in an attempt to persuade her to join as a member.

"Okay, I joined, but I think it's a long process," she said. "Breaking a rigid mind is a difficult task. Waking up a bunch of brainwashed elves is worse than killing a charmander." It's much harder."

Hermione was very satisfied with her awareness, and thought she was really a good comrade of the association, and wanted to make an exception and promote her to be the vice president.

"I think it's fine for the two of them to be together, so you don't get involved," Ron said to Harry.

The first project is over and the Yule Ball is just around the corner.The topics of the girls all ran to the latest gown styles and popular makeup, while some boys quietly looked at the girls around them, thinking who would be the best to invite as their dance partner.

"Their eyes are like picking pork," Laurie complained. "As if they can buy it if they look at it."

"At least you have an owner for this piece of pork." Qiu said indifferently.

"Have you got any new robes?" Laurie asked her.

"I brought it here at the beginning of school, a dark blue dress."

"What about your partner?"

"Not yet invited me." She sighed, wondering if Harry didn't know about the Yule Ball by now.

"Has no one invited you?"

"How is it possible?" She gave Laurie a contemptuous look. "Look at my face. Are you ashamed to ask such a question?"

"What if Potter doesn't come to invite you?" Laurie continued to ask fearlessly.

"Then I'll beat him up," she replied firmly.

Harry was called out by Professor McGonagall in the Transfiguration class. At first he thought that Professor McGonagall was going to criticize him for his bad knowledge of Transfiguration in class, but Professor McGonagall raised a question that he had never considered .This made him finally understand why Sirius brought him so many robes that were different from the school uniform.

Fearing that his godson would not have good-looking dresses to choose from, the wealthy Sirius brought Harry one of this year's popular styles.

Now, the only question left for Harry was, where to find a dance partner?

Hogwarts is becoming more and more festive every day. The banisters of the stairs are covered with icicles that will not melt, the Christmas tree is hung with all kinds of bling bauble, and the enchanted armor will sing whenever someone passes by. Christmas carols.

Harry lingered for a week after learning about the ball, during which Sirius sent a letter every day asking him if he had found a dance partner and invited the Ravenclaw girl.

"Harry," he wrote, "beautiful girls are in demand, and if you're too late, you're gone."

After being repeatedly urged by Sirius for seven consecutive days, Harry finally mustered up the courage, and asked tactfully when they were studying together: "Qiu, I... am a little curious, who are you going to the dance with?"

Waiting for Harry to throw himself into the trap and waiting until the impatient Cho found that he finally showed signs of action.

"Not decided yet," she replied, pretending to be thinking, "because I've been waiting for someone to invite me."

Come on, come and invite me.

Harry felt uneasy when he heard this, so he continued to ask tactfully, "Did that person invite you?"

"He just came to see me." She tried to make her hint less obvious.

Harry felt a little uncomfortable: "Did you agree?"

"not yet."

"why?"

"Because he's been asking me questions and hasn't invited me yet." She, who wanted to tell Harry by hint, succumbed to his ability to understand, and answered almost gnashing her teeth.

He finally understood, and asked pleasantly, "Then would you like to go to the dance with me?"

"of course."

She felt that the surprise of being invited was gone.

The author has something to say:

Coco is really beautiful