Chapter 117

"Hmm? What to deal with?" Harry wondered.

"She's going to have so many classes!" Ron said with wide eyes. "This morning, I heard her talking to Professor Victor. Victor is the witch who teaches arithmetic and divination - they're talking about yesterday's homework, but Hermione couldn't have gone to arithmetic and divination class yesterday because she had a class on protecting magical creatures with us!"

"And Ernie McMillan told me that Hermione never missed even one Muggle study class, but half of the class was in conflict with divination class, and she never missed any divination class!"

Harry didn't have time to discuss Hermione's unworkable course schedule at the moment. He had to hurry to finish Snape's paper.

But Ron kept chattering around, which made him very depressed.

On Marca's side, everyone doesn't know what he's busy with, but he's always running to the headmaster's office recently, which makes him look more hurried than Hermione.

Harry and Ron only met him a limited number of times.

I have to say, they all feel that every time they see Maka, they will find that he looks more tired than last time.

"What happened to him and Hermione?"

One day, when Harry and Ron were walking to the common room, Ron couldn't help complaining.

"Who knows?"

Harry answered the command, drilled through the door, and immediately saw Hermione still behind her pile of books.

"May I sit down?" Harry asked Hermione.

"I think so," said Hermione, removing a large piece of parchment from a chair.

Harry looked at the messy table, then at the long, wet paper on arithmetic divination, then at the longer Muggle research paper, and Hermione's magic translation.

"Explain why Muggles need electricity?" Ron came up and read the Muggle research paper word by word.

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

"All right... Oh! I should go and feed speckle a tonic!" Ron suddenly shouted. "Marca sent me another vial before. That's very useful!"

Hermione ignored him at all, but Harry waved to him.

"... well, how can you handle so many things?" when Ron left, Harry turned back and continued.

"Oh, well - you know - work hard." although Hermione hesitated a little, she at least pretended not to care.

Harry came closer to find that she looked almost as tired as Marca.

"Why don't you learn two?" asked Harry.

Then Hermione picked up another book and looked for her magic dictionary.

"I can't!" Hermione said casually.

Harry picked up the paper on arithmetic and divination. After a few glances, he felt a little dizzy - the number table and various calculation formulas on it were too complicated.

"Arithmetic and divination look really terrible..." Harry frowned.

"Oh, no! Arithmetic divination is wonderful!" Hermione showed a sincere expression. "Arithmetic divination is my favorite course! Its..."

Although Hermione gave him a detailed introduction, Harry still didn't understand what was wonderful about arithmetic divination.

At this moment, there was a dull cry on the stairs of the boys' dormitory. No one spoke in the whole common room. Everyone was full of fear. She stared at the door.

Hurried footsteps, louder and louder, and then

Ron jumped into everyone's sight, with a sheet covered with him.

"Look!" he growled and strode to Hermione's table. "Look!"

Cried Ron, shaking the sheet in front of her.

"Ron, what are you looking at --?"

"Spotted! Look! Spotted!"

Hermione stepped back to avoid Ron with a twisted face. She was completely at a loss.

Harry looked at the sheet Ron was holding - there was something red on it. It looked terrible, like——

"Blood!" cried RON in a panicked silence. "It's dead! Do you know what else is on the floor?"

"No, I don't know..." Hermione's voice trembled.

Ron threw something on Hermione's magic translation. Hermione and Harry leaned forward. They saw that scattered on the strange, long and pointed magic characters were several long ginger cat hairs.

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In recent days, the friendship between Ron and Hermione seems to have broken down - they are so angry that Harry doesn't know how to remedy their relationship.

Ron was angry that Hermione never took crook mountain's intention to eat spots seriously and never bothered to observe crook mountain carefully.

He thought that Hermione still pretended to think that crook mountain was innocent and suggested Ron to look for spots under all the boys' beds.

Hermione, who came back, said angrily that Ron had no evidence. The yellow fur might have been there since Christmas, and Ron had been biased against her cat since the day crook mountain jumped on Ron's head in the magical zoo.

Harry personally thought that crook mountain did eat the spots and tried to point out to Hermione that all the evidence pointed to this. At this time, she also lost her temper with Harry.

"Well, on Ron's side, I know you will!" she said angrily. "First the Firebolt, now the spot. It's all my fault, isn't it? Firebolt, I can't tell, at least you won't nag all day, but this time, leave me alone! Harry, I have a lot to do!"

Ron looked very sad that he had lost the mouse.

"Well, Ron, don't you keep saying how annoying spots are," Fred said briskly. "And it's been a long time. It's a little bit... You know, dying fast may be better for it."

"Fred!" said Ginny angrily.

"It's just eating and sleeping all day, Ron, that's what you said," said George.

"But... Marca has been giving me nourishing rat food," said Ron sadly. "Isn't it, Harry?"

"Oh yes, fried peanuts, that's really delicious!" said Harry.

"Maybe Marca is making zebra a rat food taster!" Fred couldn't help laughing. "This may be the most valuable thing he has done in his life! Oh, well, Ron, reconcile with Hermione and buy another mouse. What's the use of lamenting?"

Harry persuaded Ron to go to the field with him to watch the Gryffindor team's last training before the game, so that Ron could ride a Firebolt after training, as a last move to make Ron happy.

"Good idea! Can I try playing ball, too?"

It seemed that Ron had forgotten the spots for a while, so they went to the Quidditch stadium together.

The next day, there were fire crossbows and arrows, and Harry, who had undergone rigorous training, was sure to win.

After the game, they coerced Harry and went to the Gryffindor common room together. A lively party lasted until the evening.

Fred and George Weasley disappeared for two hours and came back with bottles of butter beer, hissing pumpkin juice and several large bags of honey Duke's candy.

"How did you get it?" Angelina asked.

Then George began to throw toad mints at the crowd.

"We got a little help from the moon face, Wormtail, Bigfoot and pointed fork," Fred whispered in Harry's ear.

Only one person didn't attend the happy party.

Hermione sat in an incredible corner, trying to read a big book called life and social habits of British Muggle families.

Seeing that Fred and George began to play tricks with butter beer bottles, Harry took the opportunity to leave the table and come to Hermione.

"Haven't you been to the game?" asked Harry.

"Of course I have." Hermione didn't look up at Harry at all, and her voice was a little strange. "I'm glad we won. I think you did a good job, but I have to finish reading the book by Monday..."

"Come on, Hermione, come and have something to eat." Harry glanced at Ron, who was laughing happily. He couldn't help thinking: is Ron in a good mood enough to make peace with Hermione?

"I can't, Harry. I still have 422 pages to read!" Hermione's voice sounded a little hysterical. "Besides..."

She also looked at Ron and whispered, "I'm afraid he won't want me to participate."

It's obvious.

Because Ron deliberately chose this opportunity and shouted, "if the spots are not eaten, he can eat several such fudge flies. He always likes to eat -"

Hermione suddenly cried.

Recently, her nerves have been very tight. Whether she is busy with her courses and studies, or those things, it makes her always in a state of depression... But Harry didn't expect that she really cried.

Before Harry could say or do anything, Hermione put the big book under her arm, sobbed and hurriedly opened the door and ran out of the Gryffindor common room.

"Can't you let her rest!" Harry couldn't help but say to Ron and looked at the hole in the door. "It's evening now. I think it's best to get her back as soon as possible..."

Ron also glanced at the half open door. He tangled for a while, but he still stubbornly raised his face.

"No," said Ron grimly, "if she shows her apology - but she never admits she's wrong, that's Hermione! She still looks like she's on vacation or something..."

Harry hesitated, sighed, and ran helplessly out of the door opening.

"It's so late. It's dark everywhere. Where will Hermione go?" he couldn't help thinking, "according to Hermione's character, she won't run out at night. Night outing is against the school rules!"