The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Stop scrolling, take a break, go and play something..." Tom slumped on the chair in the library, his eyes blank.

After returning from Siberia, Hermione seemed to be full of electricity, exuding a high enthusiasm for learning, while Tom was not so energetic. He hadn't slept well in those nights on the train - the aisle was too narrow, and his sense of smell was a little too sensitive...

After coming back, I can't bear to study again. This kind of feeling is like writing a four-thousand-word composition after playing the game for three hours.

"Mmm, fine," Hermione echoed, but her eyes never took her eyes off the book in her hand. The crown quickened her thinking speed and made her more witty. Hermione couldn't stop feeling the storm in her brain. Now, she doesn't want to stop and rest at all, she just wants to read books for a while.

Tom couldn't take it anymore, and he closed his notebook and put it away with the scraps of Riddle's diary, which served as a draft. But he didn't stay idle, but took out a piece of parchment and stared at it.

This parchment was exchanged by Tom and Hermione with the points from the guild. It has a very special little function: as long as a person's blood is dripped on it, this piece of paper will "mark" him forever. . No matter where the person goes, this piece of paper can find the person who is marked.

It was a prize that Tom had spotted before he set off, and it was aimed at Peter Pettigrew. Tom knew that the rat, with his keen sense of smell, was sure to find Voldemort. And he's going to be with Voldemort for a long time, so having Peter's place is the same as having Voldemort's place. There is a lot of room for maneuvering here.

Tom put away the palm-sized parchment. He turned his head and looked at the blue sky outside the window. The outside world can't be better described with the words "high autumn air". Thinking of this, Tom was a little sleepy, and when he was about to rest on a chair for a while, a man walked up to their table.

"Excuse you, Yordle, Granger." It was Harry who came, and the expression on his face was a little cramped at this time, as if he was struggling with something in his heart.

In the end, he pursed his lips as if he had made up his mind, and looked at Hermione: "Hermione, I heard that you successfully summoned a physical three-headed dog patron saint in Hogsmeade Village before?"

Hermione's feats at Hogsmeade had already spread to Hogwarts. But many people don't believe it. After all, it's too bizarre that a third-year little wizard can cast the patron saint of physical magical animals. And what about Hermione Granger? Who is this guy? Those who had heard of her knew she was a know-it-all who loved to read, and the rest had never heard of her at all. She is neither a descendant of a pure-blood family, nor a famous savior, so is there any reason for her to do such a thing? In addition, there is no real hammer, so many people think that it is either a false rumor, or everyone has got the name wrong.

But Harry believed it. The experience on the Hogwarts Express told him that Hermione most likely actually summoned the three-headed dog Patronus.

With a positive answer, Harry cheered up.

"Then can you teach me how to cast the Patronus Charm?" Harry asked expectantly. Dementors have become Harry's heart disease since fainting on the train. He always felt that he was a coward who was "scared" by the dementors on the train - Yodel was also dizzy, but he was strangled by the dementors, could that be the same? Maybe he was suffocating?

The immediate reason that prompted him to come to Hermione for help was Professor Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Lupin found a Boggart and asked the students to fight it in turn, but Harry was the only one left. From Harry's point of view, Professor Lupin must have done this because the professor felt he was incapable of dealing with Boggart. This is really bad.

At this juncture, he heard about Hermione's deeds. At first, he didn't know the gold content in it, but he just thought it was the normal operation of Granger Xueba again. But only after Percy's popular science did he know that Hermione was actually using a powerful magic that could repel Dementors!

"I'm sure there's something wrong," Percy vowed, "I admit that Hermione Granger is very good, but if she wants to release the physical Patronus, she is still short of fire, not to mention the three-headed Patronus. , this is too outrageous - I am more inclined to be a wizard with high mana, the scene is chaotic, and that senior is disdainful of false names..."

Although Percy's statement was the most common sense, Harry didn't think so, and he came over with a glimmer of hope. He hoped that Hermione would teach him the spell that could fight Dementors. In his opinion, this has a high chance of success - Hermione has always been a kind girl, usually very willing to help others, if she asks for help, she will not stand by.

"Huh, me?" Hermione was taken aback by Harry's request, she never expected someone to come to her to learn the Patronus Charm.

Hermione wanted to say something, but swallowed it back, she thought about it for a while, and gave her own answer: "I don't think I can help you... Of course, I am very willing to mix this spell with What you share, it's just that Patronus is not something you know about spells and gestures to cast - it needs to be rooted in happy, happy memories."

Hermione told Harry a few key points of the Patronus Charm very seriously, but in the end she sighed, "That's the way it works, it's not too difficult, but it's not that hard in practice..."

Harry stared at her and listened to Hermione's teaching intently. For fear of missing a word, when he heard "happy memories", his heart skipped a beat: where did he get his happy memories?

Not to mention the childhood life in the Dursleys, there are only negative emotions, what about life at Hogwarts?

Although the life here is good, but, suddenly let him find a happy point to talk about, he really can't tell. Everything here is happy, but it doesn't seem to be representative.

Is it your first time sleeping in a bedroom bed? Or is it your first time at a dinner party? Or...the feeling of flying in the sky for the first time?

"It seems like a good idea," Harry thought it could be a happy moment when his memory turned to his first broomstick ride.

"God Guard!" Harry recited the spell in his heart several times, while trying to focus on the pleasant memory.

He just tried in a low voice, chanting the spell in a low voice over and over again. Suddenly, a cloud of silver-white gas emerged from the tip of his staff.

"Look!" He couldn't help shouting, "Did you see it? There is a reaction!" However, his spell did not attract applause, but attracted the librarian, Ms. Pince.

"There is tension and noise in the library," she charged aggressively, carrying a feather duster in her hand. "Also, if you want to experiment with magic, do you want to blow up this place!"

The feather duster hit the table so hard that Tom's glass jumped.

Madam Pince isn't really messing around +, magic spells are forbidden in the library of the magic school, it sounds as ridiculous as no one is allowed on the bed, there can't be anything on the table, and there can't be garbage in the trash can, but think about it carefully. Seven or eight points of truth: Little wizards generally have difficulty controlling their spells and often cause great damage unintentionally. Like one of Gryffindor's students, he always makes ordinary spells explode. Such a student, practicing spells in a library full of books, is a disaster.

Harry, who broke two rules at once, was kicked out of the library by Mrs. Pince with a feather duster. Tom gave Hermione a wink, and they both quietly left as Mrs Pince chased Harry.

Common rooms or empty classrooms are more suitable places for them to study.

They randomly found a small classroom and walked in. This classroom is not large, only a dozen people can be accommodated. Although the classroom is small, it's pretty well-stocked -- like a fireplace.

Hermione drew her wand and pointed at the fireplace, where a delightful flame burst out.

"So you know?" The two put their schoolbags on the table, and Hermione began to question him before Tom's **** touched the stool.

Tom:  …

"You have to learn!" Hermione glanced at him hatefully, "I can't let me come to the rescue every time I encounter a dementor, right?"

"I can become a dementor and mediate with them." Tom said that he really knew dementors and could communicate with them.

This made Hermione so angry that she picked up the quill in the pencil case and tapped him on the head.

"Call God Guard!" Tom couldn't stop Hermione's entanglement, and cast a Patronus Charm. He tried hard to recall his happiest and happiest time, and then a thick silver mist appeared from the tip of his staff.

"Nice start," Hermione gave him an encouraging look. However, the next progress was not so smooth. No matter how hard Tom tried, what he summoned was always a cloud of silver mist, only thicker and more than the first time.

Over and over again, time has passed, and Tom still has no physical Patronus.

Hermione realized that urging him might not work, so she planned to give Tom a little sweetness, like a carrot in front of a donkey. She changed the seat from the opposite side of Tom to Tom's side, and then whispered to him in a very low voice: "If one day, you release a formed Patronus, then I can grant you a small wish - such as I can wear whatever... clothes you want."

Tom:!

Tom was refreshed and looked at Hermione, "Really? Really everything—" Before he could finish speaking, his lips were pressed by a cold finger.

Hermione shook her index finger and blinked, "Remember, it has to be a real shape."

Hermione moved her fingers away, and she also pulled a little distance from Tom, but the fragrance on her body and the temperature of her fingers were still lingering in Tom's mind. Hermione was like a bullet, piercing Tom's brain, lingering in his mind, making his heart skip a few beats and his breathing a little heavier.

Seeing Tom's addicted appearance, Hermione was also quite satisfied: that's how lovers should be! If you don't tie your boyfriend firmly, what will you do if you are kidnapped one day? After getting along for such a long time, she gradually found out Tom's preferences, so she was more able to do it with ease...

"Okay, it's dinner time now," Hermione looked up at the clock on the wall and decided to end today's self-study and take Tom to the auditorium.

At dinner, Tom remembered something and asked Hermione, "Hermione, do you know anything about prisons? I mean Muggle prisons."

Hermione put the spoon back into her soup bowl, and turned her head to think for a moment, "I haven't really paid attention to this aspect of the news - the people in prison are all bad people who deserve their crimes, and I have no interest in them. , there is no way to talk about knowing anything.”

Tom saw that Hermione didn't know the situation in the British prison, and knew that he might have to collect information by himself. Tom wants to know about prisons, naturally not because he is too busy, but because he has a very bold and rebellious idea-he wants to build a prison himself! A new era of Azkaban!

The special national conditions of the United Kingdom gave him such an opportunity.

"Prison?" At this moment, Justin Finch, sitting at the next table, heard Tom and Hermione's conversation, and subconsciously responded. Seeing both of them looking at him, he realized his recklessness and quickly apologized to Tom and Hermione.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversations, but I still know a little bit about prisons. If you want to listen, I can tell you about it." Justin Finchley showed a confident smile . He was sure that in all of Hogwarts, no one knew Muggle prisons better than him.

Because his family runs a prison.

It sounds very strange~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But my country has its own national conditions here, and things like prisons can really be private! And not only the UK, but many prisons in Europe and the United States are privately owned.

The beheading business is done by someone, and the loss-making business is ignored. If contracting a prison is unprofitable, no one will do it. But the private prisons all over the UK and the US show that this thing can really make money!

Yes, in the United Kingdom and the United States, private contract prisons are a business that makes a fortune like a casino. In 2011, the industry's total U.S. revenue exceeded $5 billion.

Therefore, the first question that Tom has to consider is actually: how should he enter the venue and how to join this carnival feast.

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