Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 63. Skipping class during the day and going out at night (Please vote, sobbing)

"Ron, are Dean and Seamus asleep?"

Around 11:30 p.m., Harry suddenly sat up in bed and whispered to Ron, who was sleeping in the bed next to him.

Not everyone can have a room all to themselves like Dudley; Harry lived in a four-person room in Gryffindor.

Didn't Harry argue with Malfoy again during flight class during the day and then chase after him on his flying broomstick?

As a result, the two chased each other in the air for most of the day without a clear winner, and finally, Lady Hochi died without illness.

When get out of class ended, Malfoy and Harry made a fierce "challenge" to each other at midnight in the prize room.

Because the agreed time was in the middle of the night, the two of them went to bed early after dinner, just in time to avoid Hermione's return.

Harry was unaware of Hermione's situation in Gryffindor. Hermione hadn't even told Dudley about these things, so Harry naturally knew even less.

As for his own observations

You can't expect a straight man like Harry to notice these details.

And lately, all he can think about is Malfoy, cough cough, to be precise, how to kick Malfoy's ass hard with his boots.

The two secretly put on their clothes and sneaked out of the dormitory in the dark, trying to find their way out of the lounge by the moonlight streaming through the window.

As a result, Ron accidentally bumped into the table next to the fireplace, making a sound.

"Who?"

A sudden sound broke the silence of the room, startling both of them. They thought something strange had appeared and almost hugged each other.

When the two finally came to their senses, they realized it was Hermione.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?"

Harry asked curiously.

Because of what happened that night, Hermione didn't really want to go back to her dorm. Michael's words reminded her that she didn't know who in the dorm had done what happened that morning, but someone definitely had. She had originally planned to lie on the sofa in the common room and read a book, but perhaps she was too tired from playing in the Forbidden Forest during the day, Hermione dozed off on the sofa.

Where are you going?

After Hermione regained her senses, she didn't answer Harry's question first, but instead asked him a question.

She could say she fell asleep while reading too late, but what were Harry and Ron doing up so late?

By the light of the moonlight streaming through the window, after looking them over, I realized that the two of them were not wearing pajamas.

"Are you going for a nighttime stroll?"

Hermione saw through their intentions and exclaimed in surprise, "I can't believe you two actually wanted to go out in the middle of the night?"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

Ron, fearing Hermione would wake the others, quickly said.

Hermione ignored Ron and stared at Harry: "Don't you know that doing this will cost Gryffindor points? Do you want to hand the House Cup to Slytherin?"

"I can't let you do that."

Hermione blocked the two of them, using her hands to block their way out. Even though she was isolated, she was still trying her best to protect the interests of her school, even though no one cared.

"You are breaking school rules!"

Harry definitely wouldn't have paid any attention to anyone else, but this is Hermione. He and Hermione have a pretty good relationship, and Hedwig was a gift from Hermione and Dudley together. He also knows that Dudley and Hermione are very close, so close that even he's a little annoyed.

"He's clearly my brother."

Of course, it was only a little bit of annoyance.

Are you going to break your promise?

It doesn't seem like it's impossible, since Malfoy can be beaten up anytime anyway.

So he wavered.

However, Ron's attitude was unusually firm at this moment. He retorted without showing any weakness: "Didn't you break the school rules yourself? Don't think I don't know. I saw you skipping class with my own eyes this afternoon."

Upon hearing this, Hermione was instantly speechless, all her words stuck in her throat. It was indeed true that she had skipped class this afternoon.

Although she could explain that even if she were discovered, she could get back the points she lost, one shouldn't be so hypocritical.

I can't just say I can do it, but you can't, right? That's not convincing at all.

Dudley had told her that if you want others to believe you, you must lead by example.

"Speechless now? Then move aside and go back to sleep."

When Ron saw that Hermione didn't answer, he thought he had stumped her and pulled Harry to go out.

"etc."

Hermione's voice came again: "I'll go with you."

"What?" Harry thought he must have misheard.

What's going on? What's wrong with Hermione today, who's usually so afraid of breaking the school rules and getting points deducted?

Did I skip class with Dali in the afternoon and go on a night out with them in the evening?

However, because Harry's grades were average, he was unable to go to Oxford as an exchange student like Dudley, so he didn't know that this wasn't the first time Hermione had skipped class with Dudley.

I said I'd go with you.

Hermione sighed and took out her wand: "Dullie is right, as long as we don't get caught, it's not considered a violation of school rules."

Seeing that the two did not react, he urged, "Let's go quickly, the later it gets, the greater the risk of being caught."

Ron and Harry exchanged a glance.

"Let's get this straight: you can come with us, but I won't take care of you once we're out. If we get caught, don't give us away."

Hermione retorted irritably, "I know more spells than you. Just take care of yourself."

The prize room is located on the third floor of Hogwarts Castle, some distance from Gryffindor, but generally much closer than to Slytherin in the basement.

The person you should be most careful of when you're out at night is the dormitory manager, Filch, an old man who is always hunched over and has a gloomy face. He is especially strict with the young wizards.

Once he discovers it, points will inevitably be deducted.

Of course, there's also the mischievous ghost who could appear at any moment.

This is a ghost who loves playing pranks and is particularly annoying.

Hermione certainly lived up to her words; the spells she knew were nowhere near the level of Harry and Meghan.

If Hermione hadn't used a simple little spell to evade the dormitory supervisor Filch's cat and Mrs. Lorris's surveillance, Harry and Ron might have been caught shortly after leaving the house.

Having narrowly avoided Mrs. Lorris, the three of them walked briskly down the corridor, moonlight streaming in from the high windows, like silver bricks lying on the ground.

Arriving on the third floor, I tiptoed and pushed open the door to the showroom. It was quiet inside, and there was no one there.

"Looks like we're too early."

Ron went in first, saying as he went, "When Malfoy and the others come over, I'll give them a good laugh."

The three of them found a place to rest in the showroom and waited quietly for Malfoy and the others.

Time passed second by second.

The surroundings remained quiet; there wasn't even a mouse, let alone Malfoy.

After an unknown amount of time, Ron finally showed an impatient expression. He scratched his head and said with hindsight, "Damn it, I knew this would happen. Malfoy and the others won't come. Slytherins are all cowards. I should have known."

"Harry, we've been tricked."

Just as Ron finished speaking, the showroom door was pushed open again.

"Who says I'm a coward?"

(End of this chapter)