Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“en? What to deal with?” Harry wondered.

“She wants to go to that many classes!” Ron stared wide-eyed. “This morning, I heard her talking to Professor Victor, Victor is the witch who taught Arithmancy – they are talking about yesterday’s homework, But Hermione was unlikely to go to the Arithmancy class yesterday because she was with us on the Care of Magical Creatures!”

“And Ernie Macmillan told me that Hermione never missed a muggle study class, but half of the class was in conflict with Divination, and she never missed any Divination!”

Harry didn’t have time to discuss Hermione’s unworkable schedule, and he had to write Snape’s papers.

Ron was always beside him, which made him very depressed.

On Marx’s side, everyone didn’t know what he was doing, but he was always running in the headmaster room, which made him look more hurry than Hermione.

Harry and Ron only met him a few times with limited time.

I have to say that they all think that every time they see Marx, they will find that he is more exhausted than the last time.

“What happened to him and Hermione?”

One day, when Harry and Ron were walking towards the common room, Ron couldn’t help but complain.

“Who knows?”

Harry replied to the password and drilled through the doorway and immediately saw Hermione staying behind her pile of books.

“Can I sit down?” Harry asked Hermione.

“I think so,” Hermione said, moving a large parchment from a chair.

Harry looked at the messy table, looked at the long, indifferent Arithmancy paper, and looked at the longer muggle research paper, as well as the magic translation that Hermione was scrutinizing.

“Describe why the muggle needs electricity?” Ron came forward and looked at the muggle research paper, uttering a word and a word.

Hermione reached out and rolled it up – its ink was dry.

“Okay…oh! I should go to the Scabbers to take the tonic!” Ron suddenly yelled. “Before Marx gave me a small bottle, it worked!”

Hermione didn’t care about him at all, or Harry waved at him.

“…So, how can you cope with so many things?” When Ron left, Harry just went back and asked.

“Oh, hey – you know – work hard.” Hermione, though a bit sloppy, can at least show that he doesn’t care.

Harry got close and found out that she looked almost as tired as Marx.

“Why don’t you learn two more?” Harry couldn’t help but ask.

At this time, Hermione picked up another book and looked for her magic dictionary.

“I can’t do it!” Hermione said casually.

Harry picked up the Arithmancy paper and looked a little dizzy when he looked at it a few times – the digital table and the various calculation formulas above were too complicated.

“Arithmancy looks really terrifying…” Harry wrinkled his face.

“Oh, no! Arithmancy is amazing!” Hermione showed a sincere expression. “Arithmancy is my favorite class! It’s…”

Although Hermione gave him a detailed introduction, Harry still didn’t understand where Arithmancy was wonderful.

At the moment, the stairs of the boys Dormitory came up with a stuffy shout. No one talked in the entire common room, everyone was full of fear and she stared at the door.

The hasty footsteps are getting louder and louder, then…

Ron jumped into everyone’s sight and covered a sheet of paper with him.

“Look!” he growled and strode to Hermione’s table. “Look!”

Ron yelled and shook the sheets in front of her.

“Ron, look at what??”

“Scabbers! Look! Scabbers!”

Hermione stepped back and avoided Ron, who was twisted her face, and she was completely at a loss.

Harry looked at the sheet that Ron was holding – something red on it that looked terrifying, like –

“Blood!” Ron yelled in a panic silence. “It’s dead! Do you know what else is on the floor?”

“No, don’t know…” Hermione’s voice trembled.

Ron threw something on Hermione’s magic translation, and Hermione and Harry leaned forward to look. They saw that scattered on the grotesque, long and pointed magic characters were several long ginger yellow cat hairs.

……

In recent days, the friendship between Ron and Hermione seems to have broken down—both of them are so angry that Harry doesn’t know how to remedy their relationship.

Ron is that Hermione never takes Crouchshanks’ intention to eat Scabbers, and never bothered to look closely at Crookshanks.

He believes that Hermione still pretends to think that Crookshanks is innocent, and recommends that Ron go to the bottom of all boys to find Scabbers.

Hermione, who came back to his senses, said that Ron had no evidence. The yellow hair may have been there since Christmas, and since Crookshanks jumped to Ron’s head in the magical creature garden, Ron has been Prejudice against her cat.

Harry personally thought that Crookshanks did eat Scabbers and tried to point out to Hermione that all the evidence points to this, and she also tempered Harry.

“Well, stand on the side of Ron, I know you will!” she said angrily. “First Firebolt, now Scabbers. What is my fault, isn’t it? Firebolt, I can’t tell you, at least you don’t. It will be a day, but this time, let me be alone! Harry, I have a lot to do!”

Ron lost the rat and looked very sad.

“Well, Ron. You haven’t been saying how annoying Scabbers are,” Fred said refreshingly. “And it hasn’t had a mental head for a long time, it’s a little bit… you know, die very fast. Maybe it is better.”

“Fred De!” Ginny said indignantly.

“Scabbers just ate and slept all day long to eat that’s all, Ron, this is what you said,” George said.

“But… Marx has been giving me nourishing rat food,” Ron said miserably. “No, Harry?”

“Oh-yes, fried peanuts, that’s really delicious!” Harry said.

“Maybe Marx is making Scabbers a rat food taster!” Fred’s face couldn’t help but laugh. “This is perhaps the most valuable thing in his life! Oh, okay, Ron, and Hermione reconciliation.” Then buy a rat and get it. What is the use of lament?”

Harry persuaded Ron to go with him to the field to see the last training before the Gryffindor team, so that Ron could ride the Firebolt after training as the last resort to make Ron happy.

“Good idea! Can I also try to play the ball?”

It seems that Ron temporarily forgot Scabbers, so they went to the Quiddich stadium together.

The next day, Harry, who had a Firebolt and was rigorously trained, won the victory.

After the game, everyone wrapped around Harry and went to the Gryffindor common room. A lively party lasted until the evening.

Fred and George Weasley disappeared for two hours, and when they came back they were holding a bottle of Butterbeer, si si pumpkin juice and a few big bags of candy at the Honeydukes store.

“How do you get it?” Angelina asked.

At this time, George began to throw toad mints to the crowd.

“We got a little help from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.” Fred whispered in Harry’s ear.

Only one person did not participate in this happy party.

Hermione sat incredibly in the corner, trying to read a book called “The Life and Social Habits of the British Muggle Family.”

Seeing that Fred and George started to play tricks with the Butterbeer bottle, Harry took the opportunity to leave the table and come to Hermione.

“You haven’t been to the game all the time?” Harry asked.

“Of course I have been there.” Hermione didn’t look up at Harry at all, and the tone was a bit too high. “We are very happy to win, I think you did a good job, but I have to finish this before Monday.” book……”

“Come on, Hermione, come and eat something.” Harry glanced at Ron, and the other person smiled happily. He couldn’t help but wonder: Is Ron’s mood good enough to talk to Hermione?

“I can’t, Harry, I have four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!” Hermione’s voice sounded a little hysterical, “say again…”

She also looked at Ron and whispered: “He probably won’t want me to join.”

This is a clear thing.

Because Ron deliberately picked this opportunity loudly said: “If Scabbers is not eaten, it can eat a few such Fudge flies, it has always liked to eat -“

Hermione suddenly cried.

Her nerves have been tight all the time. Whether it’s the busy course and study, or the things of Scabbers, it keeps her in a state of depression… but Harry still didn’t expect it, she really said crying. Just cried.

Harry hadn’t had time to say or do anything, and Hermione caught the big book under his arm, sobbing, panicked and opened the door, and ran out of the Gryffindor common room.

“You can’t let her take a break!” Harry couldn’t help but say something to Ron, then looked at the door. “It’s already night, I think it’s best to get her back soon…”

Ron also glanced at the half-opened doorway, and he tangled, but still picked up his face.

“No,” Ron said with a sullen face. “If she showed sorry — but she never admitted that she was wrong, Hermione is like this! Her look is still like Scabbers going on vacation or something…”

Harry snorted, sighed, and then ran to the outside of the door with helplessness.

“It’s so late, it’s dark everywhere, where is Hermione going?” he couldn’t help but think, “I’m going to say that according to Hermione’s character, it’s definitely not going to run out at night. Night trips are against school rules. Ah!”