Alice's Travels

After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the students who had experienced the Boggart looked very excited and chatted with each other.

Alice's face turned pale, and the three of them slowly squeezed together in the noisy corridor.

"You don't look too well," Hermione said, glancing at her. "You've got that Boggart down, haven't you?"

"Why are you afraid of a woman?" Ron asked without thinking.

Hermione and Harry gave him instant disapproving glances, and Ron hastened to add, "Oh, I mean - she just looks like a Muggle, doesn't she?"

Malfoy, who passed behind, slowed down, as if he stretched out his ears to eavesdrop.

Alice nodded slightly, "It's just a - not very good memory."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a look of understanding and sympathy, obviously imagining some of Alice's original tragic experiences in the orphanage.

Harry felt the need to say something—in his opinion, he and Alice had a similar situation in the past, and he could empathize with her from time to time—they were both orphans, although he didn't grow up in an orphanage, but It was hard to say that living in a home like the Dursley's was more unfortunate than an orphanage.

"I think—" Harry began after a moment's thought, "Alice, you're a wizard now, and everything's going to be all right, right?"

"Yeah, everything will be fine in the future," said Hermione.

Alice evoked a faint smile and nodded at them.

Malfoy walked up to Alice from behind, raised his eyebrows at her while holding his injured arm, and said, "I never thought you would be afraid of even a Muggle! Why, were you ever beaten by her when you were a child—"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Hermione said immediately, stepping in front of Alice.

Ron rolled up his sleeves as if he was about to beat him up, and Harry quickly reached out to grab him with both hands.

"You'd better stop trying to provoke me—" Alice said coldly, her brown eyes reflecting a never-before-seen indifference, "I don't have much time to talk to you."

Malfoy glared at her angrily, a look of rage and resentment on his face.Alice and Hermione ignored him and left quickly, leaving Malfoy and his party standing there in despair.

Alice's mood was depressed for a few days, and then slowly regained her composure—it was useless to complain, it was useless to be sad, no one could help her, she could only take one step at a time—she knew it all along.

Hagrid didn't have any more accidents in Care of Magical Creatures class later on, because he went to the other extreme again - only letting the students learn how to care for Flobberworms - absolutely safe and uninteresting.

Life goes on like a pool of stagnant water.

In early October, Hermione and Ron had a fight because Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, moved its paw at Ron's mouse, Scabbers. Min speaks.

Harry stayed in the library with Hermione.Alice walked up to Ron and sat down, looked at the hairless and listless mouse beside him and said, "This is your pet, Scabbers?"

Ron nodded and said angrily, "Hermione never takes other people's pets seriously, and Scabbers was almost caught by that cat!"

"But you know cats catch mice, don't you?" said Alice.

"Then she should watch the cat and keep Scabbers away!" said Ron still angrily.

"You can take care of Scabbers, too, and keep him away from Crookshanks," Alice said quietly.

"That's the cat!" said Ron angrily. "Scatterers had been staying in my bag all of a sudden, and it was all of a sudden he came up to scratch Scabbers! I think he heard me say that Scabbers was in the bag - Hermione Said it just smelled Scabbers!"

"Poor Scabbers, he's so old - so many years in our house, and sick. Hermione will protect her cat! You shouldn't speak for her anymore, Alice!" Luo exclaimed.

The mouse suddenly trembled, showing a bewildered expression like a human, staring at Alice closely with its two small eyes, and then returned to its listless look.

Alice didn't focus on the mouse, she still looked at Ron peacefully and said, "I didn't speak for her. Scabbers is very important to you, and Crookshanks is also very important to Hermione, but Cats and mice are natural enemies, and it is impossible for them to live in peace, so have you decided to ignore Hermione all the time?"

"I—I didn't think so—" Ron said sullenly, "So what do you say, what about Scabbers and that cat?"

"Keep them apart and don't let them get any closer, it's better for both," said Alice.

"That'll have to be promised by Hermione!" said Ron.

"Of course." Alice smiled slightly, stretched out her finger and touched the mouse's head lightly, "It does look a bit uncomfortable, do you know what's going on?"

"Scabbets has always been like this, falling asleep every now and then—" Ron shook his head and said worriedly, "but he's been acting restless lately, I think he's sick."

Alice poked Scabbers' face with her fingers, and it opened its eyes and narrowed them again, lying lazily on the table, motionless.

"Perhaps you can take him to the vet next time," Alice said finally.

Students in Year [-] and above are allowed to go to Hogsmeade for a weekend at the end of October, as long as they have a parent or guardian's signed permission.

Hogsmeade is the only wizarding village in the UK, with many interesting shops and a variety of goods.Everyone loves going there and is very happy with the news - especially for the first time students who have just entered Year [-] will be able to go.

Harry wasn't happy though, his guardians, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, hadn't signed the permission form, and he was probably the only third year student who had to stay at school for the weekend.

Hermione seemed to see through his mind, but she didn't approve of Harry leaving the school at this time, after all, Black didn't know where he was hiding, and now only the school was the safest.

So she comforted him and said, "You can go next time, Harry, and they will catch Black soon. You should stay at school now."

Alice also agreed, "Hermione is right, you can go later." In fact, she didn't plan to go to Hogsmeade on weekends. On the one hand, she was not in the mood, and on the other hand, she felt that Black was always a safety hazard. She didn't want to run around at all.

But Ron objected, "You can't let him stay in school alone, and Black won't be so stupid as to go to Hogsmeade to act rashly, Harry, you can ask McGonagall if he can go—"

"No!" cried Hermione, "Harry should stay at school, it's for his safety!"

"Don't be stupid," said Ron, "you can't go this time, you'll have to wait until the year of the monkey next time—and besides, is Black a fool? Have to go to Hogsmeade?"

Hermione glared at him angrily.

Harry has been hesitating. He really wanted to go, but he felt that Hermione was very reasonable, and she was completely thinking about him.He struggled for a while, and finally decided to ask Mag - if she doesn't allow it, then he won't go.

"I'll ask again in class tomorrow," said Harry.

"But—" Hermione looked a little discouraged, frowning at Harry.

Alice patted her on the shoulder, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Professor McGonagall still didn't allow Harry to go to Hogsmeade the next day, but Harry was surprisingly calm and didn't show any gloom.

On the morning before Halloween, everyone looked excited, chirping about where to go and what to buy.

Harry accompanied Hermione and Ron to the foyer and watched them line up to pass the inspection of the administrator Filch.

"Stay here, Potter?" Malfoy was in the back line with Crabbe and Goyle, looking around, as if looking for someone, and when he saw Harry, he immediately said mockingly, "Don't dare Past those dementors?"

Harry ignored him and walked back.

Alice got up early in the morning and ran to the edge of the Forbidden Forest alone. She didn't tell Hermione that they didn't go out, and she didn't want to find Harry. She just wanted to stay alone in a secluded place for a while.

She lay on the grass and let herself go, and let those anxieties, worries, and fears float away from her body, she thought.

How nice it would be to wake up and find that it was all just a dream.She closed her eyes and thought before falling asleep.