HP Approaches the Magic World

Time is passing quickly again.

Snowflakes danced outside the window again, beating on the frozen window lattice.

Christmas is coming in a blink of an eye.

Hagrid has already moved the twelve Christmas trees that are indispensable every year in the Great Hall alone;

The stair railings were wrapped with holly and tinsel, candles flickered in the helmets of the guards' armor, and bundles of mistletoe were hung at intervals along the corridor.

Every time students walked down the corridor, there were always piles of girls gathering under the mistletoe, causing traffic jams.

Fortunately, Harry and the others were always able to find less congested roads and bypassing those congested places was not too difficult for them.

This detour used to make Ron jealous rather than happy, but now he just laughed.

Although Harry felt that this cheerful new Ron was much better than the depressed and aggressive Ron of previous weeks, the change was also costly.

First, Harry had to see Lavender Brown a lot, a girl who seemed to waste every moment she didn't kiss Ron;

Second, Harry also became good friends again with two people who seemed to never talk to each other.

Ron's hands and arms still bore scars from Hermione's attack, and he sounded defensive and resentful.

"She has nothing to complain about," he said to Harry: "She kissed Krum, and it turns out someone wanted to kiss me too. In a free country, I didn't do anything wrong."

Harry didn't answer, pretending to be focused on reading the book "The Fifth Element: Exploration" that he was going to read before Charms class tomorrow morning.

Although he decided to continue to be friends with these two people, he now keeps his mouth shut a lot of the time.

"Anyway, I never promised Hermione anything," Ron muttered: "If I went to Slughorn's Christmas party with her, she never said...just friends...I am

Free man……"

Harry turned the page of "The Fifth Element: Discovery" and knew Ron was looking at him.

Ron's voice dropped, almost inaudible over the crackle of the fire, but Harry seemed to hear words like "Krum" and "Nothing to complain about" again.

Hermione's schedule was so full that Harry couldn't have a serious conversation with her until the evening. Anyway, at this time Ron was too busy with Lavender to care about what Harry was doing.

Hermione refused to sit in the common room as long as Ron was around, so Harry usually went to the library to find her, which meant conversations had to be conducted quietly.

"He can kiss whoever he wants," said Hermione, while the librarian, Mrs. Pince, was looking around the bookshelves in the back: "I don't care."

She raised the quill and tapped the letters she was writing hard, causing a hole in the parchment.

Harry didn't say a word. He felt that his voice was about to lose his voice due to constant use, but he still didn't know what to say. He couldn't even understand what Hermione was doing, and he didn't know what she was up to.

He lowered his head a little lower and continued to take notes on the "Elixir of Life" section of "Advanced Potion Making", sometimes stopping to identify the prince's usefulness to Liba Xiu Polachiga.

Replenish.

"By the way," Hermione said after a while, "you have to be careful."

"I'm telling you one last time," Harry said quietly. This was the first time he spoke after being silent for forty-five minutes. His voice was a little hoarse: "I won't return this book. I learned more from the Half-Blood Prince.

Snape and Slughorn—"

"I'm not talking about your stupid so-called prince," Hermione glared at his book fiercely, as if it offended her: "I mean just now, before I came here, I went to the bathroom, and there was a

Beating girls, including Romilda Vanni, are discussing how to get you to drink love potions.

They all hope to be taken to Slughorn's party, and they all seem to have bought Fred and George's love potion - "

"Why didn't you confiscate those things?"

Harry asked, seemingly surprised that Hermione's penchant for upholding rules and regulations had slackened at this point.

"They didn't bring the potion into the bathroom, they were just discussing strategies. I doubt even the Half-Blood Prince," she glared fiercely at the book again, "couldn't think of a way to create a dozen different obsessions at the same time.

When the antidote comes, I will invite someone as soon as possible - so that others will not think that there is still a chance.

It's tomorrow night, they are in a hurry."

"There's no one I want to invite."

Harry muttered that he was still trying not to think about Ginny, even though she always appeared in his dreams, and in a way that made him sincerely glad that Ron didn't know Legilimency.

"Well, you have to be careful when you drink, Romilda Vanni looks serious."

She pulled the long piece of parchment upwards and continued to write her paper on arithmetic and divination.

Harry looked at her, but his thoughts were far away.

"Wait a minute,"

He said slowly: "Didn't Filch ban everything from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"

"Who cares what Filch forbids?"

Hermione said casually, while still concentrating on writing the article.

"Don't all owls have to be inspected? How could those girls bring love potion into school?"

"Fred and George sent them as perfume and cough drops as part of the owl order service."

"You know so much."

Hermione gave him a fierce look, as if she was glaring at "Advanced Potion Making".

"It was written on the back of the bottle they showed me and Ginny over the summer."

She said coldly: "I won't put drugs in other people's drinks...or pretend to drug them, that's just as bad..."

"Yes, okay, don't mind,"

Harry was busy: "The problem is that Filch tricked him, didn't he?

These girls can disguise their things and bring them into school, so why can't Malfoy wear a necklace-"

"Harry... don't mention that again..."

"Why?"

"look,"

Hermione sighed and said: "The secret control device can detect bad luck spells and hidden spells, right?

They are used to detect black magic and black magic items, and can detect a powerful spell, such as the one on the necklace, within seconds.

But if something is put in the wrong bottle, it won’t be detected—besides, love potions are not black magic, nor are they dangerous—"

"You put it lightly."

cried Harry, thinking of Romilda Vanney.

"——So it's up to Filch to find out that it's not a cough drop, but he's not a very good wizard. I doubt he can tell the difference——"

Hermione stopped suddenly, and Harry heard it as someone approached from the dark bookshelf behind her.

They waited for a while, and Mrs. Pince's vulture-like face emerged from the corner. The sunken cheeks, parchment-like skin and long aquiline nose were particularly clearly illuminated by the lamp in her hand.

"It's time for the library to close. Put the borrowed books back where they belong - what did you do to that book? You evil child!"

"This is not from the library, it is mine!" Harry said quickly, while picking up the book "Advanced Potion Making" from the table, but Mrs. Pince's talon-like hand had already grabbed it.

"Robbery! Blasphemy! Defilement!"

"It's just some words written in the book!"

Harry argued and pulled the book back from her hands.

She looked like she was going to have a heart attack. Hermione hurriedly packed her things, grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him away.

"If you're not careful, she'll ban you from the library. Why do you have to bring that stupid book with you?"

"It's not my fault she's yelling, Hermione, do you think she'll hear you saying bad things about Filch?

I always feel that there seems to be something between them..."

"Oh haha……"

They were happy to be able to talk normally again, so they debated whether Filch and Mrs. Pince were having a secret love affair as they walked down the empty, lit corridor to the common room.

"Worthless."

Harry said to the Fat Lady that this was the new password for the holidays.

"the same as you."

The fat lady smiled mischievously and turned forward to let them in.

"Hey, Harry!"

As soon as Harry got out of the portrait hole, Romilda said, "Would you like a drink of canyon water?"

Hermione turned back to him and gave him a "What did I say?" look.

"No, thanks,"

Harry quickly said: "I don't like drinking much."

"Then take this," Romilda thrust a box into his hand: "Chocolate crucible, there's firewhiskey in it.

My grandma sent it to me, but I don’t like it..."

"Then... thank you very much," Harry couldn't think of any other words: "Oh, I'm with..."

He hurriedly followed Hermione away, his voice gradually weakening.

"I told you," Hermione said succinctly: "Invite someone as soon as possible so they won't bother you -"

Her face suddenly turned blank as she saw Ron and Lavender entangled together in an armchair.

"Good night, Harry."

Hermione said that it was actually only seven o'clock, so she didn't say anything else and went back to the girls' dormitory.

Harry could only comfort himself: he only had one day of classes and Slughorn's party to deal with, and then he could go to the Burrow with Ron.

It seems unlikely that Ron and Hermione will reconcile before the holidays, but the holidays may allow them to calm down and reflect on their actions.

But the hope was not too great. After he took the transfiguration class with them the next day, he felt that the hope was even slimmer.

They have taken up the particularly difficult subject of human body deformation.

This class requires you to change the color of your eyebrows in front of the mirror.

Hermione mocked Ron's disastrous first attempt at growing an eye-catching mustache.

Ron retaliates in kind. Every time Professor McGonagall asks a question, he imitates Hermione by jumping up and sitting down in his seat. Lavender and Parvati find it extremely funny, and Hermione almost bursts into tears again.

As soon as the bell rang, she rushed out of the classroom without taking half of her things.

Harry felt that she needed comfort more than Ron at the moment, so he packed up her things and chased her out. Fortunately, he caught her. Hermione came out of the bathroom and followed Luna.

He handed the things in his hand to Hermione, and after Hermione left in a hurry, he suddenly remembered another thing, so he asked tentatively.

"Would you like to go to Slughorn's dinner party with me?"

"Slughorn's party?

Go with you? What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, we all have to take someone with us, so I thought... you might... I mean..."

He was eager to clarify his intentions: "I mean, just as friends, you understand, but if you don't want to..."

He was already starting to half hope that she wouldn't want to go.

"Ah, no, I would like to go with you as a friend!"

Luna smiled brightly. Harry had never seen such a bright smile on her face: "No one has invited me to the party. Did you dye your eyebrows for this? Do I want to dye them too?"

"Need not!"

Harry said firmly: "That was a serious mistake. I want to ask Hermione to help me change back. Then...I'll wait for you in the foyer at eight o'clock."

"Aha!"

A strange voice shouted from above, and both of them were startled.

They didn't notice that they just happened to pass under Peeves. He was hanging upside down on a candlestick and grinning at them.

“Silly baby invited a crazy girl to the party!

Silly baby falls in love with crazy girl!

Silly baby fell in love with crazy girl——mother!”

He swooped away, giggling and screaming, "Silly baby in love with crazy girl!"

"It's best not to make these things public."

Harry felt a little uncomfortable. In the blink of an eye, it seemed that the whole school knew that Harry Potter invited Luna Lovegood to attend Slughorn's party.

"You can take anyone!"

During the meal, Ron said in disbelief:

"Anyone! But you picked crazy girl Lovegood?"

"Don't say that about her, Ron."

Ginny chided as she passed Harry to her friend's side: "I'm so glad you're taking her, Harry, she's so excited."

She walked over and sat down with Dean.

Harry tried to feel happy that Ginny agreed with him to take Luna to the party, but he couldn't.

Young people's feelings are really something that leaves people speechless, isn't it?