This patronus spell greatly affected Tom's mentality, and he suddenly fell into confusion and confusion: Why? It shouldn't be? These two sentences lingered in his mind, and he was in a state of confusion until the beginning of the herbal medicine class.
A confused state.
Hermione's mentality was even more complicated. On the one hand, she kept reminding herself that there are specialties in magic, and everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. It is impossible for anyone to be proficient in all spells. But on the other hand, she
Still inevitably fell into a depressed mood.
After class, Tom walked toward the auditorium with the pace of a zombie. His performance in the last class was terrible. He accidentally dropped a bowl of soaked beans on the floor of the greenhouse, and there were countless beans.
The flowers bloomed in front of the little wizards' eyes, making the greenhouse look like a flower greenhouse. Professor Sprout was very unhappy and stood behind Tom teaching for the second half of the class. When the bell rang, he couldn't help but relax.
In one breath: It’s finally over.
He shuffled around with his classmates, followed by Hermione. She took off her wizard robe and tied it around her waist, making it look like a small skirt, and then covered it with the hem of her white shirt. Then she matched it with
Wearing black knee-high socks and school shoes, she looked lazy, and the golden time turner swayed on her chest.
"Exposed," Tom turned around and saw the golden converter on the front of his white shirt, so he pointed to Hermione at the exposed converter.
"It's not a big problem," Hermione shook her head, but she still put the converter in her shirt for safekeeping, "Let's go to the auditorium to eat first."
"good."
"This outfit is very beautiful."
Hermione didn't answer. The two of them were speechless along the way.
Tom even had a doubt in his heart: Do he really like Hermione? Or is he just greedy for her body? Is it this person or the name Hermione that he likes? If Hermione were not as beautiful, as smart, and as she is now
Kind, will he still like her?
But if these beautiful qualities were lost, would Hermione still be Hermione?
Tom felt so distraught that he even regretted trying to learn the Patronus Charm. But when he got to the dinner table, he realized that Hermione didn't seem to have a very good appetite either.
"Aren't you hungry?" Tom cut up a piece of fat and thin beef and put it on Hermione's plate.
"Hmm." Hermione looked at the beef on the plate in a daze.
Tom was silent for two seconds, and then he thought of a good idea.
"Come on, I'm going to treat you to a dish I've just learned." Tom changed his mind and left the auditorium early. Hermione was a little confused, but followed him.
"Where did you learn new dishes?" Hermione was a little surprised.
"In the book," Tom said, feeling a little happy when he saw Hermione's mood change slightly, "You go to the Room of Requirement first, I'll be there in a moment."
After a while, Hermione saw Tom carrying a small package at the door of the Room of Requirement.
"Come in!" He turned back and forth three times outside the wall and opened the Room of Requirement. This time the room inside was an open kitchenette.
…
While all the teachers and students were enjoying the delicious food, the Fat Lady, the portrait of the gatekeeper of Gryffindor House, was raising her voice. The Fat Lady is a portrait of pursuit, and she is not willing to be a "keeper". She also has
A dream: to be a singer.
To this end, she trains every day, which makes the little wizards extremely distressed. Because when she is shouting, you cannot enter the common room even if you have the password. What is even worse is that the sound of her shouting is more like being beaten.
It's like an execution...
As a reasonable portrait, the Fat Lady also knows that her voice has hundreds of millions of flaws, so she will try to practice when no one is around, such as lunch and dinner time.
Today's dinner was the time for her to sing. The fat lady was holding a goblet in her hand and was trying hard to hit the high notes. The portraits around her covered their ears in pain.
But after a few seconds, the fat lady was defeated. She was holding the portrait frame with one hand, panting, but the goblet in her other hand was not even cracked open.
"Come again!" She took a deep breath and used the power again. At this time, a male voice filled with fatigue, hatred and a hint of madness rang in her ears.
"Please open the door for me..."
"Someone is there!" The fat lady was a little panicked. Seeing that she could no longer break the goblet, she took the cup and knocked it against the picture frame, and the cup broke into pieces.
The fat lady used this method of deceiving others to deceive others, which made her feel extremely satisfied. She looked at the person who came and asked: "Password?"
Only then did the Fat Lady have time to carefully observe the appearance of the visitor. Unlike the regular visitors to Gryffindor Tower, the visitor turned out to be a somewhat familiar adult wizard. His robes were in tatters, his hair was tangled, and he was thin and thin.
Like skin and bones.
The Fat Madam felt a little vigilant in her heart, but she said that a thousand words are just a picture, so no matter how suspicious the visitor is, as long as he gives the password, the Fat Madam needs to open the door for him.
"Ah...the password...dragon liver?" The person who came was none other than Sirius Black. He finally lurked into Hogwarts and came to Gryffindor Tower according to his memory. He knew that the mouse was Sirius Black.
En Weasley is in charge, so he only needs to enter the lounge and kill Peter Pettigrew while Ron is away.
Sirius shivered with excitement at the thought of Peter Pettigrew about to fall into his hands - this had been his spiritual support for so many years. But who could have imagined that he ended up getting stuck on the password link. Sirius
His expression gradually became fierce...
"Wrong password." The fat lady breathed a sigh of relief. Since the password was wrong, she didn't have to open the door and could keep this sloppy guy out. As for breaking in? That's impossible. The wall behind the mural is quite large.
of solidity.
"Please, Madam, I have something very important to go in and solve," Sirius was still making his last attempt, but the Fat Madam was said to be a stickler for food, salt, soft and hard food, and kept talking, but she didn't take any practical actions.
.
Finally, a fierce look flashed in Sirius's eyes.
The Fat Lady thought she had solved the problem, and when she was about to take another goblet from the drawer of the small table next to her, a shadow enveloped the surface of her portrait.
She looked at the source of the shadow and saw only a pair of eyes that were almost irrational. The fat lady's body was like chaff, and even her small eyes were fully opened. She wanted to shout loudly for help, but she didn't have time to make a sound.