Chapter 591

"Ron! I promised you what you told me this morning!"

That evening, just after a whole day's class, Neville hurried to find Ron. Because today's last class is herbal medicine. During the whole two class hours, everyone was digging the earth and burying the plants, so tired that both legs trembled.

I can't help it. My arm doesn't count much, but I've been standing for too long.

Ron doesn't know where Neville's strength comes from. Although the boy's grades in herbal medicine class have always been surprisingly good, does that have nothing to do with his strength?

He looked up and down at Neville's body, and after a while he had to admit that the little fat man who had been short now belonged to the tallest group in their whole grade.

"Yes?" said Ron curiously. "Why? I remember when I asked you this morning, you looked reluctant?"

"Am I... That obvious?" neverton said with an embarrassed expression. "I'm sorry, Ron... But this time I'm serious. I've decided!"

"Oh, really?"

Although he didn't ask the reason, Neville was willing to help. To be honest, after that, although he thought about asking others, he couldn't figure out who to look for.

The big problem he encountered this time is really beyond the trust of ordinary friends!

"It's great of you to promise!" Ron grabbed Neville's hand and shook it up and down. "Thank you! I thank you on behalf of our family!"

"The whole family?" Neville was stunned when he heard the speech. "Er... No, you're welcome. I also have my reasons..."

"Thank you anyway." Ron said happily. "Neville, you're really going to help me this time! Good man, the rest of the half pot of honey toffee at the head of my bed is all yours!"

"Oh, that's really good..."

Neverton paused and suddenly realized that the impulse in his heart was gradually disappearing, replaced by a new surge of guilt.

"But... Do you think I can really do it?" he was not confident again.

"It's OK, absolutely no problem!" Ron stretched out his arm, hooked Neville's back and whispered, "I'll tell you some key points later. You can do what I say!"

Just then, Harry, who had just been left in the greenhouse to pack his tools, trotted up to Ron and Neville. He looked at the two men with a puzzled face. He didn't know what they were talking about. Suddenly, he was curious.

"What are you talking about?"

In the face of a good friend's inquiry, Ron didn't tell Harry directly this time. He knew that Harry was busy this Valentine's day. He didn't want his business to distract his good friend.

"No, nothing, just something tomorrow," Ron shrugged. "Harry, what's going on over there? Is there time?"

"Hey, I don't know!" Harry vented as soon as he heard Ron ask this. "You see, as soon as every class is over today, I immediately run to the next classroom to do the homework assigned by the last class... But I'm so hard, but the amount of homework doesn't seem to be getting less!"

"It must be less, but you haven't finished your homework in time for each class." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him. "I've done some, but I haven't done as much as you... Don't worry, if you go on like this, you should be able to finish more than half tonight! You can do the rest tomorrow night!"

"I hope so!" Harry sighed dejectedly.

After Ron's interruption, he really forgot the question in his mind. Ron exchanged a wink with Neville. The latter nodded his head gently. He should listen to Ron about his so-called "key points" for a while.

On the other hand, Hermione is holding her herbal medicine books and watching them alone. It seems that she studies hard as usual. But in fact, just looking at the book in her hand, she has not turned the page since just now. It is obvious that her attention has been put elsewhere.

The sun was slowly setting, and the golden afterglow spread from the mountain in the West and covered everyone's shoulders. Hermione's face was obscured by the shadow of her hair.

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Early the next morning, I didn't know which professor was stimulated. Red ribbons were hung on the corridor wall of Hogwarts. Heart shaped soap bubbles scurry around the corridor. As soon as they touch the ground, they will split into two with a "bang", and see a significant increase gradually.

In fact, many bubbles with colorful halo have flown out of the window hole and floated to the vast sky.

Today is a sunny day. The sun just came out of the mountain has radiated a lot of light and heat, and the temperature seems to rise again. The cold wind in winter has long said goodbye to the little wizards, and the rise of the temperature silently reminds everyone that it is time to change into spring and summer clothes.

"Neville, come with me. We should get ready!"

Early in the morning, Ron, who is always difficult to get up from bed on weekdays, has dragged Neville away from the bedroom. He did his homework last night. Harry heard their leaving voice in the early morning, couldn't help but vaguely opened his sour eyes and saw only the back of them going out.

"Ha -- so early?" Harry yawned heavily, rubbed his eyes and sat up feebly. His misty sleepy eyes were still half drooping, and it seemed that he was far from enough sleep.

But no matter how sleepy he was, he knew he had to get up too, because he had to go to the common room early and wait for Ginny to show up.

As a responsible boy, he must go to the place first. He still understands this truth.

After tidying himself up in a hurry, Harry turned out his money bag from his suitcase - thanks to his father's leaving him a large amount of jingaron, otherwise he might even have difficulty making an appointment with the girl he likes.

"Where are Ron and Neville?"

When he left the bedroom, Harry couldn't help staring at Ron's messy bed for a few times, and then walked to the stairs outside with doubts

Compared with the boys' slovenness, the girls are much more diligent. Although all the rooms in Hogwarts will be cleaned by house elves one by one, the bedding is also a personal living appliance. You still have to do it yourself to make a bed every morning.

Well, it's not all like this! Laziness is often a common characteristic. In fact, girls' dormitories may not be better than boys' dormitories. In this regard alone, the call for equality between men and women seems to have been fully reflected.

But at least, our Miss Granger is a girl who attaches great importance to cultivating excellent living habits.

Now Hermione had just made her bed and was combing her hair carefully. Yes, she is combing her hair very carefully!

You know, Hermione's shaggy brown hair is famous all her age. In the past, she had paid careful attention to her girl image for a period of time and had her hair well groomed. It was during that time that she mentioned something to Ron and Harry, which is still widely spread at Gryffindor college.

It is said that her messy hair can't be obeyed without magic!

After straightening out every part of her hair, Hermione carefully picked up a small glass bottle with a nozzle from the table, and then began to spray it on her head with great boldness.

No way, even this excellent "speed smoothing agent" also needs a large amount to make her hair as soft and shiny as horsetail, and she must comb her hair before use.

When the faint spray of red hair gradually infiltrated her hair, and with the spread of a puff of smoke, her long, shaggy brown hair began to slowly stretch out. After a while, she picked up the comb, combed it again, looked in the mirror and pulled out a hairstyle.

By the time she had cleaned up her head, the sun had completely risen into the sky.

"Oh... This is the last time. Never do such a stupid waste of time again!" Hermione looked at herself in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and then began to complain secretly again.

Compared with Hermione's bad hair, it's obviously much easier to change into beautiful clothes. She was not the kind of girl who took an hour or two to choose clothes. Soon, she smoothed the wrinkles with a magic spell, and then walked briskly to the common room.

"Is Hermione going on a date?"

After she left her bedroom, several roommates couldn't help chattering and discussing. For them, Hermione's behavior was really strange. This is the first time she has seen her looking in the mirror for more than an hour since she gave up tidying her hair!

"That's enough!" another girl smiled and said, "I just don't know who the boy who can make Hermione spend so much effort..."

"Is our 'Professor McLean' coming back today?"

While the girls were laughing and talking, the sun outside the window gradually fell on Hermione's desk and lit up the bottle of "fast and smooth hair lotion" she left on the desk. On the body of this bottle of hair agent, the silhouette of a founder in the commodity label makes people feel particularly familiar.