Hufflepuff never works overtime

How should I put it, it's really beautiful o(≧口≦)o It took me a lot of energy to turn the two wives back into daughters, so the update is late, I regret

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"It's best not to see her, she sings so badly that she sounds like a pig..."

Ron muttered speechlessly, and now he understood why everyone was stuck at the door and couldn't get into the common room - because their gatekeeper was missing!

"It's not fun, Ron."

Hermione's brown eyes were somewhat uneasy, and she looked around. The characters in the paintings on the wall were all pointing in the direction of the Fat Lady's original paintings, and the voices of discussion in her ears were also full of fear.

Suddenly, the crowd in front became commotion. Following the footsteps of the administrator Filch and Headmaster Dumbledore, the chaotic pile of students squeezed upward desperately, trying to find the fat lady to find out.

"Follow!"

Hermione tugged at the sleeves of the two boys, and ran up without saying a word.

When passing by Percy, who was desperately trying to maintain order among the students and took out his student council president/Head Boy/title to overwhelm others, Ron deliberately made a strange face at the other party, not taking his brother's warning seriously at all.

"Can you see something Hermione?"

When Harry passed the door of the lounge, he saw the marks of sharp cuts on the painting, and he was also a little worried at this time.

"I can't see it, there are people in front of me..."

"It's the Fat Lady, she's hiding here!" Ron half leaned out of the banister of the stairs, as the students had to make room for the headmaster and Filch, which happened to give him a chance to find out.

"Don't be stupid Ron." Hermione and Harry pulled each other back together, and she made a silent gesture to the two behind her - the Fat Lady seemed to be saying something.

The sharp and trembling voice conveyed the fear of the fat lady to the ears of every Gryffindor present, and everyone's expressions changed drastically when they heard her words.

"He has devil's eyes, and a soul as dark as his name, and it is he, Mr. Headmaster, who they say, and here he is, and now in the castle! Sirius Black!"

As the name that had been appearing in the newspapers since the summer vacation was yelled out by the fat lady, the Gryffindors present were panicked, and the discussion among the students suddenly became noisy.

You know, the fat lady is their gatekeeper, that is to say, the wanted criminal who escaped from Azkaban tried to break into their lounge!

"Everyone, gather in the auditorium now!"

Principal Dumbledore's expression didn't waver in the slightest. He ordered Filch to make arrangements in an orderly manner, and guided the restless students to move towards the auditorium.

"Harry, let's go." Seeing that her friend was still in a daze and did not take a step, her stiff face was almost as dark as the clothes on him, and her eyes were fixed on the three cut marks. Hermione stepped forward and patted him gently. Pat each other on the shoulder.

After a while, Harry nodded silently, and the trio followed the crowd to the auditorium.

Gryffindors were the first to arrive, and they could hear and even see signs that the castle's doors and windows were being bitten shut.

Afterwards, students from the other three colleges also rushed to the auditorium under the leadership of their respective student union chairmen. Most of them were driven over just after they lay on their beds, and they didn't know anything about what happened.

They had a dazed look on their faces, and they only had simple pajamas on their bodies. Some of them didn't even have time to grab a pillow.

"There is an emergency at Hogwarts now," Dumbledore clapped his hands twice with a serious expression, and the entire auditorium fell silent instantly, and countless pairs of eyes turned to Mr. Principal.

"An uninvited visitor has visited our campus. Tonight, the staff will conduct an emergency search of the entire castle, while the prefects, student union presidents and Professor Snape will stay here to ensure everyone's safety."

With a wave of Dumbledore's sleeves, hundreds of sleeping bags were laid out on the floor of the auditorium in an orderly manner, and the ceiling turned into a starry sky.

"Now, find a sleeping bag where you are, and sleep." Snape put his hands behind his back, and no student dared to continue whispering in front of Snape, where he was swept by that snake-like gaze.

Everyone could only exchange glances with their companions, hold their doubts and panic in their stomachs, and honestly find a nearby sleeping bag to get into.

No matter how scary that uninvited guest is, can you have Professor Snape standing on top of your head, staring at you to sleep in terror?

Fortunately, the three girls 'sieged' Hermione in a small corner as soon as they came to the auditorium, and asked her to explain in detail what strange things they had encountered.

After learning the truth, seeing Professor Snape and Principal Dumbledore talking in a serious and low voice, Faith hugged the pillow in her arms tightly, feeling a little helpless in her heart—she couldn't have a Years of normal campus life?

The slate floor under him was hard, and Hermione, who was lying on the side, stared up with her eyes wide open, also looking like she couldn't fall asleep, and the other party didn't even have time to change her clothes.

The students of the entire college were accommodated here at the moment, and even though the Hogwarts auditorium was definitely not cramped, it was still a bit of a stretch to accommodate hundreds of people.

The distance between sleeping bags and sleeping bags is extremely small, and people around you can basically feel it when they move a little. Everyone is in a state of high nervous excitement. There are countless things to discuss, but there is no way to say it. exit.

But in the end, amidst the professor's rhythmic footsteps, everyone's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and all doubts and guesses in their minds were brought into dreams.

Headmaster Dumbledore slowly retracted his wand, and stood side by side with Professor Snape, listening to the sound of breathing in the auditorium.

With them guarding here, no one can disturb the students' sleep.

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In the middle of the night, Hermione woke up suddenly, got up from her sleeping bag and panted heavily, recalling the dream just now in her mind, her expression was full of distraught.

In that grotesque dream, they were captured by the crazy murderer, and countless dementors floated beside her. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even save a single person, and she could only watch helplessly one after another. fall down.

When Faith fell in front of her at last, she was awakened by the nightmare.

The body that fell asleep on the slate floor seemed to have been beaten, especially the neck and head hurt badly. Hermione raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, and fell back into her sleeping bag, making it even more difficult to fall asleep.

Hermione's tossing and turning movements woke up Faise who was beside her. Her consciousness was still in a haze, and her voice was a little hoarse. She rubbed her cheeks on the soft pillow for a while before opening her eyes, and slightly raised her upper body to look at to each other.

"Have a nightmare?"

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The gentle voice slowly flowed into Hermione's ears, and the remaining panic in her heart was suppressed. She turned around to look at the other party, and asked in a low voice, "Did I wake you up?"

Faith was obviously not fully awake yet, half of her soul was still in a deep sleep, and she didn't dare to touch the pillow at all while her head was pecking at the rice, otherwise she might fall back in the next second.

After a while, she shook her head in a daze, "Tell me about it."

"Actually, it's nothing, you go to sleep..."

After hesitating for a moment, seeing Faise holding her drooping eyelids and staring at herself so persistently, Hermione also felt that she needed to tell someone about that weird dream, so she said softly, "It's a very bad dream." dream of..."

After all, it was a dream. In fact, when Hermione narrated it, she also found that some of the plots in it were so illogical that it was a bit ridiculous to say it, which made her feel a lot easier.

Although Faise tried her best to hide her tiredness and make herself appear more serious, those words were like a bunch of garbled characters typed into her chaotic head, and there was no response at all.

After Hermione finished talking about the tragic ending, and seeing the expression of lingering fear on the other side, Faise moved her body back a little, unzipped her sleeping bag, patted the vacant place next to her head with her hand, and turned to her. The other party invited.

"Come and sleep together."

It was really an exciting invitation, Hermione could feel her heartstrings trembling violently after being plucked, her whole body was still, she stared blankly at Faise.

Not understanding what the other party was dazed about, Faise waited patiently for a while, but Hermione was still struggling with the zipper of the sleeping bag slowly.

The coolness poured into the sleeping bag from her raised hand, and because she was only wearing a thin pajamas, Faith couldn't help shivering, and the sleepy bugs were frozen away.

It was hard to see the other party put his upper body out of the sleeping bag, but Hermione only stepped over with one leg, and she put it back silently,

Hermione suppressed the unbalanced heartbeat, and said the words of rejection, "Or I'll still..."

Faith sighed helplessly, and stretched out both hands, like pulling a carrot, pulled the opponent to her side with all her strength, and pressed Hermione, who looked surprised, onto the pillow.

Being dragged into her arms by the other party, Hermione's ears felt hot, and her hands were cramped and she didn't know where to put them.

In this narrow and warm sleeping bag, it is almost impossible for two people not to have physical contact.

Thinking of how she could squeeze into the same bed with the other party without any grievances during the summer vacation, but now it only added so much psychological burden, Hermione hated her own cheap behavior in her heart.

Faise smoothly turned Hermione's sleeping bag with the outer layer up, and covered the two of them as a quilt—as the night got darker, the potion given by Madam Pomfrey had long since faded, and her feet huddled in the sleeping bag were cold. There is nowhere to put it, and there is no need to cover it with a layer, and I will definitely catch a cold tomorrow.

"Don't think too much, go to sleep."

He embraced the other party's soft waist very skillfully, even though he was disturbed by nightmares, the little lion's body was still warm, as if he was holding a large sniff, which made Faise let out a happy grunt from his throat.

Still remembering her responsibility to appease others, she patted Hermione's slightly wet underwear, and rested her cold feet on the other's ankle with peace of mind, feeling Hermione's body tremble slightly, Faith Pretending that I didn't find it, I was reluctant to leave.

"Good night Hermione."

"Good night, Faith."

After finally solving a major matter, Faise closed her eyes with peace of mind, and after a few breaths she fell into a deep sleep.

The strength around his waist was loosened a little bit, marking that the other party fell into sleep again, and the four feet overlapped each other, conveying warmth through the tightly attached skin.

Carefully burying her head next to Faith's slender neck, Hermione felt an inexplicable excitement and shyness. She was like a dragon who had just brought the princess and the treasure back to the cave, peering at her sleeping face over and over again.

If Faith knew that she had strange thoughts about her, what kind of reaction would she have?

This kind of thought sneaked up, and Hermione's heartbeat that was gradually calming down instantly missed a beat. She seemed to be hit by the spell of the brave, and her chest hurt for no reason, and her complexion was a little worse than before.

I don't know if it's because she hasn't fallen asleep yet or because there is another person in the sleeping bag who is more sensitive, but Faise patted Hermione's tense back suddenly with her lowered hand, and comforted her vaguely.

"Go to sleep, you'll be fine..."

A reassuring breath lingered on the tip of her nose. After hearing Faise's words, Hermione stared at the other's side face without saying a word for a long time, and finally stretched out her hand to catch the other's slender arm, and slowly tightened it.

The torrential rain that slapped the windows all night gradually subsided, and at the moment when the hazy morning sun quietly rose from the lake, the remaining raindrops on the windows were crumbling, and finally turned into a water mark and disappeared on the window sill.

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After that night, even though the professors searched the entire school thoroughly, they still failed to find out the hidden Sirius, and finally the students returned to their dormitories one after another.

Campus life is going on in an orderly manner, everything seems to be the same as before this incident, but everyone knows that it is just an undercurrent hidden under the peaceful appearance.

On Wednesday morning, after two days of unstoppable life like a spinning top, Hermione sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, unable to hide the tiredness on her face.

She didn't know whether she should thank her busy life for suppressing those strange thoughts, or condemn the thoughts she was trying to escape.

Indeed, Hermione also felt that she should find some time to think about what those sudden desires and palpitations represent. It would be best if she could find a reliable person to analyze it for herself, but she was too busy. There was no time to breathe, let alone find someone to talk to.

"Don't try too hard." Faith poked the person slumped on the table with her fingers helplessly. She is usually the one who troubled her because of the morning class.

"I know..." Hermione sighed melancholy, "I've only completed the homework required by the teacher in class, but I'm still a little powerless, and I have to spare time this weekend, not because of Quidditch It's the first game."

"I remember you don't have much interest in Quidditch?" Faith looked at the other party suspiciously.

"But this time it's Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor, I still want to go and see..." Hermione glanced at the time on her watch, the teacher was coming soon, she forced herself to sit up straight, " Will you play?"

Faith tilted her head in confusion, "Gryffindor? But I remember our first opponent was Slytherin?"

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The author's words:

Desperate, the final month just coincides perfectly with the important plot points, which is exhausting (＞﹏＜)

Chapter two hundred and eight

"It should have been," Hermione covered her mouth and yawned shallowly, "but Harry said that the Captain of the Snake House wanted to avoid the recent rainstorm, so he fiddled with the schedule, and then we were pushed Come up."

"I don't even know about this news..."

Faith's expression seemed a bit complicated. She clutched her forehead and looked out at the heavy rain outside the window. For her, this was probably another game of looking up at the players on the ground, but no matter for the contestants or the audience, bad weather always is annoying.

"Maybe your captain hasn't had time to notify you yet. Last night we happened to meet Wood in the common room. He notified Harry of the new training arrangement, looking aggressive."

"It's a good thing that our new captain cares more about enjoying the process than winning or losing," Faith cast a sympathetic look at Harry, whose face was as tired as Hermione's, with a small chuckle revealed in the corner of her eyes.

The newly appointed Cedric did not embarrass them in training. Unlike Gryffindor who spent almost every day on the court, Hufflepuff's training was voluntary except for the one scheduled every Friday night.

The classroom door was closed heavily, and the students who were excitedly discussing what interesting content Professor Lu Ping would bring to this class fell silent when they turned around and saw a familiar figure.

"How could it be him?" Ron shrank his head, and elbowed Harry beside him with an ugly expression.

"How would I know?" Because of the appearance of this unexpected guest, Harry frowned, and couldn't help worrying about the professor who was very kind to him.

"Turn the book to page 394."

Swinging his wand and letting a curtain fall in front of the classroom, Snape's expression was as gloomy as the weather outside, and he was in a very bad mood, thanks to his enemy who had been giving him trouble until now.

His sharp eyes swept across the group of students with their reluctance written all over their faces. Seeing them slowing down, Snape narrowed his eyes impatiently.

No one dared to meet his gaze, and this was the first time that the classroom was so silent since Professor Lupine was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

At this time, a pair of clear and clear green eyes came into Snape's sight, and the familiar feeling made him slightly stunned, but the next words that the other party uttered brought him back to reality.

"Excuse me, Professor, where is Professor Lupine?"

He sighed to himself, and replied slightly annoyed, "It's not something you should worry about, is it Potter?"

Snape raised his chin slightly, paced back and forth in the classroom, and said slowly, "To put it simply, your professor is currently unable to come to teach, so I am here."

"May I ask what happened to him?"