The sickly iron fist beauty in Harry Potter

Otherwise, just label each other as irrational and emotional and attack each other.

Anyway, Dolly couldn't bear to do this to Hermione.

Hermione's impetuous yet careful and patient way of taking care of herself, at least for Dolly now, is a unique kind of tenderness.

So how do I make Hermione happy?

Dolly decided to sacrifice herself.

She lifted Hermione's quilt and, using her boxer skills, crawled right in.

Hermione immediately noticed something was wrong and almost screamed, but then the familiar voice calmed her down.

"Ahem, Hermione, it's me."

However, Hermione finally reacted when a slightly cold body came behind her and held her arm.

Not even Dolly!

"How did you get under my covers?"

Hermione was a little annoyed, and her anger had not completely subsided.

It would have been fine if Dolly had just ignored her, but now she actually came over and snatched her quilt. Isn't this bullying?

"Go back, get back under your quilt, this is my bed!"

"But, ahem, I'm a little cold..."

These words made Hermione's body stiffen. She turned over, facing Dolly, and reached out to touch Dolly's forehead.

Unlike the fever I imagined, it was actually cold to the touch.

This made Hermione so angry that she said, "You were hiding under the quilt, why are you so cold?"

"You wouldn't have kicked the quilt off just now, would you?"

"No, I just sat up and wanted to apologize to you, but I didn't know how to start. Then I realized that my body had turned cold."

Dolly stuck out her tongue and said, "Then I'll come and borrow some temperature from you. You won't kick me out, will you?"

"If you really want to kick me, that's fine. Just let me be prepared..."

Dolly pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and looked as if she was ready to be beaten.

Hermione followed the faint light coming through the mouth of the cup, and was angry and amused at the same time. Although she was about to kick Dolly, she couldn't bear to do so when she saw Dorina's slender body.

Finally, he poked Dolly's ankle with his toes. Dolly screamed exaggeratedly, and then said pitifully, "It hurts. Be gentle, Hermione."

Now Hermione really couldn't hold it in anymore, she reached out and rubbed Dolly's face, laughing non-stop.

She really didn't expect Dolly to play like this.

Instead of comforting her, you want to make her laugh, right? Then let’s laugh together!

Then Hermione's hand moved to Dolly's armpit and began to attack Dolly's soft spot.

Dolly, caught off guard, also laughed out loud, and then began to use her muscle strength to attack Hermione in return.

From the outside, the blue silk quilt kept shaking, and bursts of subdued girls' laughter came from underneath.

This made Crookshanks, who was standing at the head of the bed, a little worried, wondering if the fight between the two humans was too intense.

And why do people laugh when fighting?

So much so that Crookshanks finally decided to go in and take a look, but as soon as he jumped onto the quilt, he was knocked out by the opened quilt.

Hermione's face turned red, and she issued an expulsion order to Dolly, saying, "Go back to your place, or I'll be really sad."

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, my Hermione."

Dolly could only return to her side miserably, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt, leaving only her head exposed, and look at Hermione opposite her.

Hermione tried to adjust her hair, but found that it had no effect at all, so she simply followed Dolly's example and wrapped herself in the quilt.

After both of them had calmed down, Hermione said, "You haven't apologized to me yet."

"I'm sorry, Hermione."

"Humph, that's pretty much it."

"As long as you're happy...but where did I go wrong?"

"what?"

Hermione looked incredulous. You've already apologized, so how come you still don't know where you went wrong?

Dolly said seriously, "I apologize to make you happy. As long as you are happy, it doesn't matter if I apologize."

“But I really don’t know where I went wrong!”

Hermione immediately perked up and said, "We have classes at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. You should get some rest."

"You've just returned to normal life from the school hospital. You should get some rest."

"But you went to the lounge in the middle of the night wearing thin clothes to get some fresh air. Is that the right thing to do? You're making yourself sick again!"

"I'm your good friend, so of course I have to supervise you."

Hermione spoke with confidence, but she didn't say the most important reason: she didn't want to lose Dolly as a friend.

"Okay, next time Qiu Zhang and I chat, let's choose a sunny afternoon with no classes. Let's find a tree by the lake with dappled sunlight..."

Before Dolly finished speaking, the smile on Hermione's face disappeared visibly, and wrinkles appeared on her forehead. She stared at Dolly fiercely.

Dolly couldn't help laughing now, she was completely certain that Hermione was saying one thing and thinking another.

She stopped teasing Hermione and said, "But Senior Qiu Zhang may not be free then. How about we go together on the weekend?"

Hermione's eyes lit up, and she instinctively wanted to agree, but she seemed to realize that she seemed to be completely controlled by Dolly, so she glanced at the ceiling and said, "I need to think about it."

"I'll await your answer then, goodnight Hermione."

Hermione then withdrew her gaze and looked at Dolly, who was already sleepy across from her. She bit her lip and said, "Good night, Dolly."

When Dolly opened her eyes again, she saw Crookshanks with a look of contempt in front of her, punching her on the head again and again, as if he was taking revenge for what happened last night.

"It hurts, Crookshanks, you're rebelling!"

Dolly sat up and looked up. It was already eight o'clock.

Hermione, now fully dressed, said to Dolly, who was still in bed, "This is what happens when you sneak out in the middle of the night."

"I'll give you fifteen minutes. If you can get ready, I'll go have breakfast with you."

"no problem!"

Dolly used her boyfriend's speed and solved the problem in ten minutes.

As a result, Hermione looked at Dolly's messy hair with dissatisfaction, and finally used a spell to help Dolly straighten it out. Then the two of them hurried to the restaurant.

Just then, a large group of owls rushed into the restaurant, delivering packages to everyone.

But Dolly and Hermione didn't. They didn't send letters to their parents, so it was naturally impossible for their parents to reply using owls.

This made Dolly feel that this was not okay, and she said, "From now on, we should contact our parents at least once a week."

Hermione nodded and added, "You can also subscribe to some newspapers. I see they are already reading them."

Dolly also agreed. In this magical world without any electronic means of communication, newspapers like the Daily Prophet became the only source of information they could rely on.

As soon as the two of them sat down, they heard a lot of discussion at the Gryffindor table next door.

"what is this?"

"A glass ball that glows red?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other in confusion. Neville explained, "This is a Memory Ball!"

"Grandma knows I have a bad memory—it tells you if there's something you forgot to do. See, you hold it tight, like this, and if it turns red—"

Neville's face suddenly grew long: "It means that you forgot something, but I don't know what I forgot!"

Hermione on the opposite side couldn't help laughing and said, "What's the point of this invention?"

"As long as I don't remember what I forgot, then this memory ball will always be red, right?"

Dolly shrugged and whispered in Hermione's ear, "So wizards really aren't very logical."

Seeing Dolly coming, Harry, who had already finished breakfast, turned around and greeted Dolly.

Then he asked for some advice on broomstick riding experience. After all, the sight of Dolly and Hermione soaring into the sky yesterday was already a hot news in the academy.

Only then did Hermione realize that she was famous again. She covered her face in embarrassment and didn't want to speak.

Dolly was very natural and said, "You don't need to ask me this question. I believe you can get the hang of it easily."

"It's not that difficult, otherwise Hogwarts wouldn't only teach broomsticks in first years."

"In other words, a few dozen classes a year are enough for most people to learn it."

Although Dolly said so, the little wizards who had not yet taken flying lessons were still nervous.

Dolly didn't say anything more, concentrated on eating, and then quickly rushed to Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Although I already knew that Quirrell would not teach real things, taking his class was still a torture because Dolly was from Ravenclaw.

Their thirst for knowledge must be higher than that of ordinary people, so they are even more intolerant of Quirrell's attempts to fish in troubled waters.

In particular, Quirrell's classroom was filled with the smell of garlic. He said that this was to drive away a vampire he met in Romania, fearing that the vampire would come back and catch him.

He also said that his turban was a gift from an African prince who thanked him for helping him free himself from the entanglement of resurrected zombies.

But Dolly knew that Quirrell was wearing the turban to hide the smell of decay on the back of his head, and that it was to prevent others from seeing Voldemort hidden on the back of his head.

In fact, Dolly was very nervous when she saw Quirrell for the first time.

She was afraid that Voldemort would do something strange, such as attacking her directly after finding out that she was Harry's sister.

As a result, after the class, Dolly just wanted to cast a healing spell on Quirrell to see what kind of wonderful reaction the back of Quirrell's head would have to the healing spell.

I have to say that after this lesson, Dolly's fear of Voldemort was much less.

At least before Voldemort's resurrection, Dolly has nothing to worry about... right?

After Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

Dolly came to the Transfiguration classroom excitedly, wanting to catch a glimpse of the older cat girl, but unfortunately there was no cat standing on the podium. There was only Professor McGonagall who had finished teaching the previous group of students.

Dolly expressed regret. She had originally wanted to pretend that she didn't know that Professor McGonagall was an Animagus and then pet the older cat girl.

Transfiguration was indeed the most difficult course. Hermione was the only one who could transform the matches in the whole class.

Dolly could have added some points, but there was no need to. She still wanted to stick to the principle of accumulating points and adding more when needed.

As for the daily matters of being in the spotlight, just leave it to Hermione for now.

Soon, it was afternoon.

Dolly and Hermione had no classes in the afternoon, and Hermione had planned to take Dolly to the library to apply for a library card.

But Dolly dragged Hermione to watch Harry and the others take flying lessons.

"Why do we have to come here? Even if something goes wrong, isn't there Madam Hooch to take care of us?"

Hermione didn't understand. Dolly couldn't say she was there to witness the next famous scene.

But Dolly also found a reason and said, "I like flying on a broomstick very much. I want to try to see if I can get a chance to fly around."

Hermione was speechless, but if she could fly again... she touched her cheek and thought it was possible.

Unfortunately, before the two could get close, Madam Hooch asked them to leave the lawn because other students were prohibited from entering the entire lawn during the flying class.

After all, no one can be sure what kind of movements the little wizard who has just learned to ride a broomstick will make.

The two people had no choice but to find a shady spot in advance and start reviewing what they had learned today, planning to spend the afternoon in peace.

It wasn't until Neville screamed and rushed into the sky that Madam Hooch was unable to react, and eventually Neville slipped off his broom and sat down on the slope of the roof.

This is different from the original.

Neville half-crouched and tried to grab something, but he lost his balance and rolled down, finally falling headfirst from the roof.

The young wizards screamed when they saw this. As for Madam Hooch, because she kept trying to catch up with Neville, she was left far behind by Neville who was circling in the air.

At this critical moment, a spell flew from more than ten meters away and hit Neville who was about to fall to the ground.