Chapter 87

Next to Ron, Harry yawned.

The recent training is really a little tired. He really wants to go to bed, but his star map has not been completed.

He pulled the bag over, took out parchment, ink and quill, and began to do his homework.

"You can copy mine if you like," said Ron, quickly marking the last star on his map and pushing the map to Harry.

Hermione didn't approve of plagiarism. She couldn't help pouting, but she didn't say anything.

Crook hill still looked at Ron without blinking, gently shaking the tip of his hairy tail. Then, without saying a word, it rushed over and made a sudden attack.

"Oh!" cried Ron, snatching his schoolbag - he saw that crook mountain's four claws had firmly grasped the schoolbag and began to bite fiercely.

"Let go, you stupid beast!"

Ron tried to get the bag back from under crook mountain's claws, but he still clung to it and bit the corners of his mouth with foam.

"Ron, don't hurt it!" Hermione screamed, and the whole lounge was watching.

Ron whirled around with his schoolbag, and crook mountain still held on.

Suddenly, speckles jumped out of the top of the schoolbag.

"Catch the cat!" Ron shouted.

At this time, crook mountain released his schoolbag, jumped onto the table and chased the frightened mouse.

George Weasley rushed to catch crook mountain, but he didn't; Spots scurried around in the common room and rushed under a big cabinet.

Crook mountain stopped suddenly, squatted low, stretched his front paw furiously under the cabinet and pulled it out.

Ron and Hermione rushed over. Hermione grabbed crook mountain by the waist, then lifted it up and put it somewhere else; Ron lay on the ground and took great pains to catch the spotted tail and pull it out.

"Look at it!" he shook speckles in front of her and shouted angrily at Hermione. "It's skinny! Don't let the cat near it!"

"Crook mountain doesn't know it's wrong!" Hermione's voice trembled. "All cats catch mice, Ron -"

"This beast is a little strange!" Ron shouted as he tried to get the frantically struggling spot back into his schoolbag. "He heard me say that spot is in my schoolbag!"

"Oh, that's nonsense," retorted Hermione. "Crook mountain will smell it, Ron. You think it will --"

The people around couldn't help laughing.

"The cat just stared at the spot!" Ron ignored the laughter. He interrupted Hermione again. "The spot was here first, and it's sick!"

Ron then strode through the common room and went upstairs to the boys' dormitory.

The next morning, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had a herbal class. But in class, Ron was still angry with Hermione.

At this time, they were peeling the pods and putting the shiny beans into a barrel.

"How's dapple?" Hermione asked cautiously.

Whatever the reason, it really happened that crook mountain wanted to catch spots. And that dirty mouse is Ron's pet after all.

Hermione is sorry about that, too.

"He's hiding under my bed and shaking all the time," said Ron angrily.

He shook his hand, didn't throw it into the barrel, and withdrew the beans on the greenhouse floor.

"Watch out, Weasley, watch out!" cried professor sprott.

In the blink of an eye, green vines spread everywhere on the floor. After a while, the floor of the greenhouse was full of bright lavender flowers, in which there were wisps of cold air floating out of the stamens.

Not far away, Maka bent down and looked carefully at the flowers on the ground.

"Professor sprout, are these claw vines new?" after a while, he straightened up and asked sprout.

"Oh, yes - I improved it. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Professor sprott, who was cleaning up the greenhouse with his magic wand, looked back and smiled.

"It's really beautiful," Marca nodded.

As Marca looked around at the flowers, Harry suddenly came up.

"Wood has always wanted me to ask you - Oh, the captain of our team - does he want to know if you really don't play in the Quidditch Cup this year?" Harry whispered.

"Hmm? Yes, I won't," Marca shook her head. "There are too many things to do, but -"

"But what?" Harry asked hastily.

"I mean, I'll cheer you on," Marca patted Harry on the shoulder. "You fly very well, no worse than Cedric in our college... Of course, Cedric is also very strong. I'm telling the truth."

"Oh -- since you say so --" Harry smiled. "I'll come on!"

The next lesson for the little badgers is divination.

Speaking of it, Professor Trelawney, who is always nagging and likes to predict some bad things, doesn't seem to have noticed Maka since the first class.

But in this class, Maka somehow became her key prophecy object.

"Oh, Mr. McLean, I have to say --" Professor Trelawney's big eyes stared at the crystal ball in front of her and looked at the white fog flowing inside. "In the near future, darkness will come and ominous will return..."

She suddenly shivered as if she were afraid of something.

She shouted, "Oh! It's terrible! Someone will die! Someone -"

Trelawney suddenly held the table, her eyes widened, and her hands trembled.

Marca was confused by her - to tell the truth, he didn't know whether to trust Trelawney, but he asked just in case.

"Who will return?" he said calmly. "Voldemort?"

Seeing that Maka blurted out the name without scruples, many little Wizards of pure blood subconsciously covered their mouths.

But Trelawney shook her head hard, and her long curly hair was thrown over and back.

"No... believe me, it's better not to say it... Not to say it..." she propped herself up by the edge of the table and moved away.

Maka sat there frowning and thinking for a while, and finally shook her head.

"Anyway, it's not a bad thing to be well prepared..." he murmured, "anytime, anywhere."

After a while, it was time to finish class.

Everyone was exchanging Trelawney's frightening prophecy to Marca. When they were going to enjoy today's lunch in the auditorium, Professor spraot suddenly opened the door of the classroom and came in.

"I was busy dealing with the ice claw vine on the ground just now. I forgot to say something!" she gasped. "Remember to give me the application form before Halloween - if you don't hand in the form, you can't go to Hogsmeade. So, hurry up!"

"Oh, yes, you have to hand in your form if you want to go to Hogsmeade..." Maka blinked. "I've been used to it for a long time. I really forgot about it."

The idea only stayed in Maka's mind for two seconds at most, and he threw it behind his head again.

Where do you want him to get his autograph? Sign for Dumbledore?

However, at this time, Harry, who had the same situation with Marca, was not as free and easy as him in the deformation class classroom.

Although Harry had already decided to ask Professor McGonagall, he had been thinking about the time of a class and still didn't make up his mind.

It was not until Professor McGonagall reminded everyone to hand in the form as soon as possible that he summoned up his courage under Ron's urging.

"Ask," Ron whispered to Harry.

"Oh, but -" Hermione obviously disagreed.

"Go, Harry," Ron urged stubbornly.

Harry waited until everyone had gone before he slowly "moved" to Professor McGonagall's table.

"Well, Potter?"

Harry took a deep breath.

"Professor, my aunt and uncle... Oh... They forgot to sign my application form." he said nervously.

Professor McGonagall looked at him from above the lens and said nothing.

"So... Oh... Do you think so... I mean, can I... If I go to Hogsmeade, can I?"

Professor McGonagall looked back and turned over the paper on the table.

"I'm afraid not, Potter," she said. "You heard what I just said. Don't go until you hand in your forms. That's the rule."

"But, Professor... My aunt and uncle... You know, they are Muggles! They don't really understand... Understand Hogwarts' forms and activities." Harry tried to think about the appropriate words, "if you say I can go..."

Ron nodded vigorously to encourage him.

"But I won't say that," said Professor McGonagall.

She got up and put her paper neatly in the drawer.

"The application form clearly says that you must get the consent of your parents or guardians." she looked back at him with a strange expression on her face. "I'm sorry, Potter, but this is my final decision. You'd better go quickly, or you'll miss lunch."

This is obviously irreparable.

Ron scolded Professor McGonagall for many ugly words, which annoyed Hermione; She deliberately showed an expression of "it's finally over" on her face, which made Ron more angry.

The students in the class talked loudly and happily. When they went to Hogsmeade, they had to do what they had to do first.

In this regard, Harry endured it silently with full depression.

"There will always be a feast," said Ron, trying to cheer Harry up. He patted Harry. "You know, Halloween dinners are always great."

"Yes," said Harry gloomily, "that must be great."