Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 291 290: Little wizard, stewed into potion?
Early morning time.

The air was filled with the scent of dew and grass.

A faint glow appeared on the black lake surface.

There were some magical animals moving around in it, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and it was impossible to see their appearance clearly from the surface of the lake. In the distance, the calls of some special birds came from the depths of the forbidden forest.

Like a phoenix?

But no one realizes this.

"Good morning."

"Good morning to you too...a classmate whose name I can't even remember."

"That's because you didn't remember it seriously. You can't remember the names of the male classmates, and you can recite the names of the female classmates, even the girls from other colleges, by heart, right?"

"No, I can't remember the ugly ones either."

……

The sunlight poured through the windows into the Hogwarts castle, not only bringing warmth to the place and dispelling the cold, but also waking up the students who had no idea what had happened last night.

The young wizards woke up from their respective dormitories one after another.

In the Gryffindor common room, boys walked out of their dormitories in twos and threes. Some of them had played chess all night long, and they were yawning and rubbing their eyes like pandas.

Some people are extremely neat.

It's obvious that he had a good sleep.

The boys rushed to the auditorium while straightening their wrinkled clothes.

The girls' movements were a little slower. Some had already finished washing up and were holding textbooks, pretending to read while actually talking in low voices. Others were still in front of the mirror, wondering what kind of hairstyle they should have.

Admiration for the opposite sex.

In the wizarding community, it is possible that this tendency starts to develop as early as the first year.

"Oh!"

A senior witch tried to use magic to comb her hair. However, because Gryffindor students were always distracted, her magic became ineffective when she saw the boy she liked walking by.

A nice long straight black hair.

It didn't just turn into an afro.

I also have a skin color that may not be so popular in this castle - some people care about me, while others give me insincere comfort. Most of the girls' struggles are just in secret.

"Why don't any girls like me or peek at me?" Ron and Neville also came out of the dormitory yawning. They were also the kind of people who stayed up late to practice Taoism last night.

But it wasn't a game of chess, nor was it a tryst. It was just a scare caused by violating school rules. However, I don't know if this experience can teach Ron a lesson.

As for Neville?

He has always been indecisive.

If his friends were normal, he would actually abide by the school rules.

"Maybe it's because you haven't grown up yet? Boys all have some awkward puberty." Neville didn't dare to tell the truth. After all, if Ron knew that he was the one who had fun among the freshmen.

Ron might even go and challenge the person who spread the news of his "heroic deeds". Neville didn't want to see his good friend and his two brothers fighting each other.

"Just comfort me."

Ron was very pleased, but he was not stupid. He knew that his appearance was not outstanding. "To be honest, I really don't know why my brothers and I look different."

He certainly didn't suspect his mother of cheating.

Just pure emotion.

"It hasn't grown yet, it must be you who hasn't grown yet..."

Neville thought too much, so he emphasized it repeatedly. The two of them didn't have many friends in the college, and after leaving the lounge, they trotted towards the auditorium.

breakfast time.

Whoever is late will eat the leftovers.

Before learning how to open the Hogwarts cafeteria correctly and discovering the secret kitchen, most young wizards had to rely on their own hands to get their favorite food.

"mine!"

"Give this to me!"

"Damn it, it's gone again."

Yes.

Use both hands to fight and grab.

The auditorium was bustling with activity.

The long table was piled with steaming food, including fragrant bacon and eggs, golden and crispy toast, bubbling pumpkin juice... and some improved and innovative dishes based on Ian's influence.

They are all delicious too.

The hall was filled with growing children who ate a lot. Ron and Neville sat at a corner of the Gryffindor table with a mountain of food in front of them.

The two of them wolfed down the food, laughing and joking about who could eat more and faster.

"I could finish this whole pancake in one bite!" Ron slurred through his bulging mouth.

"You're bragging! I bet you'll choke on a homework assignment!" Neville was not to be outdone and quickly put the fork in his hand into his mouth.

how to say.

Ron is indeed still playing steadily.

"Cough cough cough~"

He was choked.

His face turned extremely red.

Fortunately, this might have become his normal state as a freshman. The helpless prefect rescued his lively brother and earnestly told Ron to eat slowly.

"I've never eaten such delicious food at home. It's not because of my mother's cooking skills, but because you guys and Ginny took it all away from me!"

Ron likes to ying-ying his brother.

"Come again!"

Ron had gotten used to it, and so had the students around him, so he no longer felt embarrassed, and his classmates no longer felt embarrassed when he choked.

What is this called?
It's called desensitization!
Ron won the respect of his classmates in his own way. It was a rumor that Ron had thick phlegm stuck in his throat and couldn't swallow food. Students from other colleges had heard about it.

"I won!"

Neville ignored Ron's suggestion to reopen.

"No! This one doesn't count!"

Ron quickly retorted.

Neville reluctantly agreed to restart the game.

They are all edible cubs.

The two of them were having a great time, and just at the end of the meal, Neville suddenly noticed something he hadn't noticed before - Hermione Granger was not there.

"Strange, where's Hermione?"

Neville glanced around and still didn't see Hermione, so he couldn't help but frown and asked.

"Oh, she must have stayed up late reading again." Ron shrugged nonchalantly, "She'll rush in to Charms class later with a bunch of notes from her preview class."

This really shows how well Hermione behaves.

however.

"But she has never been late once. She is more punctual than the big rooster next door to my house."

Neville muttered quietly.

"Breakfast is not a class. Hermione is only more punctual than the Hogwarts clock when she has classes." Ron said as he took a big bite of sausage.

The corners of his mouth were stained with sauce.

Ron felt that what he said made some sense.

The two continued to eat, and then went to class after eating. However, when the first-year spells class started, Hermione still did not appear in the classroom.

The Charms classroom is located on the third floor of the castle.

Ron and Neville rushed into the classroom breathlessly, almost being late. As soon as they sat down, Professor Flitwick stood on a pile of books and clapped his hands with a smile.

"Okay, students, take out your wands and let's review what we learned from the last lesson." Professor Flitwick would occasionally be tolerant of students who arrived in the classroom on time.

The sun shone through the window, illuminating the feathers floating in the air - today's content was to practice the levitation spell represented by the spell "Wingardium Leviosa".

Students need to keep the feather stable and suspended.

Ron and Neville, naturally, progressed slowly. They looked around.

Neville, who wanted to find an external brain for help, was the first to discover that Hermione was not there.

"Ah? How is that possible? Hermione shouldn't miss any class. She had a high fever of over 90 degrees a few days ago, but it didn't make her late for Transfiguration class."

Ron, who was reminded, suddenly realized that something was wrong.

“No one can have a fever over ninety degrees.”

Neville also frowned: "But this is indeed wrong. Hermione would crawl to class even if she was sick, but she doesn't even know how to write the word 'leave'!"

Both agreed that there was no way Hermione would miss magic classes.

Bad thoughts are growing.

Neville swallowed with some doubt.

"Maybe...she really overslept?"

This is his self-deceiving view.

Because he didn't dare to think of other possibilities.

Ron was also very hesitant.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, maybe..." His tone suddenly became a little scary, and this obvious pause carried a sense of suspicion that made people think carefully.

Neville scratched his head.

"Maybe she was caught by Snape and put in detention? Just because she pointed out Snape's double standards in the last Potions class?" This was a reasonable guess on his part.

"It's possible. We all know how petty Snape is." Ron nodded first, but at this time, he had already started to use his imagination again.

"However, I think there is another scenario that is more likely to happen."

He lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously.

Neville was stunned.

"You mean Hermione...was eaten by Snape!?"

Neville's face turned pale.

His imagination? It's quite creative.

"What are you talking about! Although Snape is scary, he is not that scary. Dumbledore is always here, and he will not allow Snape to eat people casually."

Ron's eyes widened.

The language is extremely exaggerated.

It was so exaggerated that if Snape heard it, he would throw Ron into the Black Lake tonight.

"Forehead."

Neville blinked.

Ron, who was whispering with him, took a deep breath and said in a sinister tone: "Maybe Hermione and Snape were eaten by the monster in the Forbidden Forest."

The more Ron thought about it, the more he felt that his speculation made sense.

"You heard it last night, too, that scream, that horrible sound." Ron still remembered last night's experience vividly, and he felt terrified when he recalled it.

Neville naturally shuddered as well and nearly slipped off his chair.

"Could it be..."

Neville also felt that the roar of that monster showed that it was not a good thing. It was even more terrifying than a dragon's roar. Maybe Hermione and Snape had been excreted by now.

The more you think.

Neville trembled more.

And just when Ron wanted to say something.

"Mr. Longbottom! Mr. Weasley!" Professor Flitwick's shrill voice suddenly interrupted the two people's whispers. All the little wizards in the classroom were instantly quiet.

Everyone's eyes were focused on them.

"Are you two planning on having a secret meeting in my class?" Professor Flitwick stood on a pile of books, his hands on his hips, looking speechless.

"If you two whisper any closer, you'll kiss each other!" Professor Flitwick narrowed his eyes and said with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

The classroom suddenly erupted in laughter.

Someone even whistled.

Ron and Neville broke apart violently, their faces flushed.

"of course not!"

Neville quickly shrank in the opposite direction, trying to distance himself from Ron. Ron was the same. After all, this was England, and being misunderstood might last a lifetime.

Ron didn't want to.

Neville didn't want to either.

"Professor! We were just discussing-something." Ron stammered, trying to defend himself. He was still hoping that one day there would be a girl in the college who would like him.

"We were discussing where Hermione was!"

Neville hastened to add.

Hear the words.

Professor Flitwick raised an eyebrow, "Miss Granger? Oh, Professor McGonagall mentioned this morning that she has been assigned to assist Professor Snape with a special potion research."

"She will be absent from my classes today."

The professor's words were ordinary.

Hear the words.

Ron and Neville looked at each other, their expressions changing from embarrassment to shock.

"It looks like the two little boys are just jealous of each other. Well, well, let's continue practicing." Professor Flitwick waved his hand, turned and walked towards the podium, leaving the two boys even more embarrassed in the midst of laughter.

There was another round of laughter in the classroom, but Ron and Neville were no longer interested in it. There was only one thought in their minds - why did Hermione help Snape brew potions?
Wait until the get out of class is over.

"Hermione must have been made into a potion by Snape!"

Ron spoke out his unequivocal speculation in a decisive tone. He lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with the light of "genius" reasoning.

At least that's what he thought.

"..."

Neville didn't want to comment.

Although he was not very smart, he could realize that Ron's speculation was very outrageous even if it happened to a dark wizard, not to mention that this was Hogwarts.

"But, but Professor Flitwick said Hermione is helping Snape with potion research." Neville knew that Ron liked to be a hero, but he felt that it was unlikely for Ron to be a hero.

First of all, it is impossible for Snape to use the little wizard to brew potions.

however.

Such a simple truth.

Ron seemed to be possessed by a demon and couldn't understand anything.

"Hermione may be soaking in a crucible right now. Maybe she is not dead yet, and she is still holding on, waiting for us to figure out everything and save her."

Ron became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Every minute we delay, she could be turned into potion." Neville was so frightened by this horrible thought that his legs went limp, but Ron had already rushed towards the Potions classroom like a charging mad bull, taking him with him.

"I know Snape has a class soon!"

Ron had peeked at some pretty second-year girl's timetable.

This is not.

Speak of the devil, and he will appear. When they rushed out of the Potions classroom panting, they happened to run into Snape walking in with a pile of textbooks, his sallow face full of slightly stereotyped impatience.

Ron took a deep breath and rushed in front of Snape.

"Hand over Hermione!"

He wanted to take out his wand, but it fell to the ground. This made Ron a little panicked, and on the opposite side, Snape took a half step back and looked even more panicked.

"What Hermione?"

Snape's expression was extremely strange.

There was still a hint of guilt in his tone.

His eyes began to dodge subconsciously.

(End of this chapter)