Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 385 Hermione and the Warriors

384 Hermione and the Warriors

I don’t know if it’s because Professor Heimer got off to a good start, but even though they knew there was a Yule Ball waiting for the students, the professors at the school still left them a lot of homework.

But few people are worried about this, because most students are accustomed to finishing their homework for ancient magic classes first to avoid being asked to talk to Professor Heimer alone. Fortunately, other professors have not learned this rule, otherwise

No one will have a good life.

Heavy snow is falling on the castle and grounds. Beauxbatons' light blue carriage looks like a big pumpkin covered in frost in winter, and the small gingerbread house sprinkled with frosting next to it is Hagrid's hut; Germany

A layer of ice formed on the side of Armstrong's ship, becoming smooth and translucent, and the sail ropes were also stained with a layer of hoarfrost. The house elves in the kitchen below were very busy, preparing a variety of flavors.

Hot stews and sweet puddings.

In the entire Hogwarts, Fleur was the only one who could complain a few words, like a spoiled little girl.

“The food here is so greasy that I almost can’t even wear my dress robe.”

"I dare say she is never satisfied." Hermione said unceremoniously as Fleur walked out of the Great Hall and into the foyer, "She thinks about herself all day long."

"Probably." Ron answered somewhat perfunctorily, and then immediately asked abruptly: "Hermione, do you have a dance partner?"

Hermione turned her head and stared at him with a suspicious look.

"I remember you have invited Luna, and Harry also has Qiu Zhang. I don't understand what you mean by asking this question?"

Under the guidance of Ron's eyes, Harry could only help and said: "It's nothing, we are just curious, and we are not worried at all that no one will invite you - ah, no, I mean -"

"No one invited?"

Hermione's tone suddenly increased eight degrees: "How dare you say that I was not invited?!"

Harry immediately knew something was wrong, but Ron still said stupidly: "Don't be shy, there's nothing to be embarrassed about - ugh!"

His mouth was blocked by a stretched out hand, and Harry quickly explained: "It's not because you've been too busy recently, with house elves, auto-casting wands, etc., and a lot of homework to do."

Yes, I remember that you spent the whole day in the library yesterday, so I guess you may have forgotten about it."

Hermione narrowed her eyes and stared at him, and Harry felt like he was being seen through.

"But what you said is [no one invited me]."

"I'm not"

"Forget it, I knew there would always be people who would be so ignorant, but I didn't expect it would be you. I'm going to the library, don't follow me."

Harry took his palm off Ron's mouth in frustration, and rubbed it repeatedly on Ron's witch robe to wipe away the saliva.

Ron was still staring at Hermione's back in disbelief.

"Listen to what she said. Was it Mrs. Pince (the librarian) who invited her? This is really terrible, even worse than Filch."

"You are wrong." Qiu came up from behind them. She shook her head helplessly and said, "You have no idea what happened yesterday. Even Mrs. Pingsi is willing to give in. I guess she is too.

You must have been infected by the dance party."

"What does this mean?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"If Hermione hadn't said it, I wouldn't have been able to tell you." Qiu's eyes made Harry feel ashamed: "To be honest, thank you for confessing to me in time, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to think about it."

After Qiu walked away, Ron turned to look at Harry, wanting to see what he would say.

Harry blushed and looked at the eavesdropping crowd around him. He grabbed Ron's arm and walked forward, still muttering in his mouth: "How could she say such a thing in public? It's too much."

Already."

"Are you serious? I saw you holding hands. I don't dare to think about anything else."

"These are two different things."

Harry said as he forced his way through a group of students who were making fun of him.

The result of this incident was that Hermione refused to talk to them. Ron and Harry tried their best to do this, but it was of no use.

"I guess a better Christmas present can make her forgive us," Harry suggested.

"If you say that, then she'd better ignore me in the future." Ron sadly opened his empty pocket: "I don't have that much pocket money, and I just rejected Fred and George not long ago.

You can't let me work for them anymore. To be honest, I don't know if they still need me. It is said that Professor Slughorn has helped them find a qualified shop owner."

"Stop talking." Harry couldn't stand Ron's gaze: "Just let me buy it for you, and then you just don't spill the beans."

But Ron still refused, because he planned to risk his life to teach Hermione this magic after he learned how to be a devil, as an apology gift.

"Professor Hemmer won't let you go," Harry said with a frown.

But Ron had made up his mind, and he vaguely felt that he was about to truly learn this magic, and he just had a little chance.

"She will like this gift." Ron said: "After all, she likes ancient magic so much, and she will be extremely moved by my sacrifice. You just need to remember to send a gift to my grave every Christmas in the future.

That’s it. By the way, I like licorice-flavored ice cream, not cone-flavored ice cream.”

——

Christmas is here.

Harry dreamed that the complete set of ancient wizarding literature he gave to Hermione finally made her no longer dislike him so much, but the first thing Hermione did after learning about the devil was to let her own devil move towards him and

Ron rushed over and opened his bloody mouth to eat them.

Then Harry woke up.

He heard his heart pounding, and there seemed to be something moving in his ears. It seemed that it was not only the cause of this nightmare, but also something else that woke him up.

Not a kerosene lamp, not a kerosene lamp.

Harry prayed silently in his mind. He slowly opened his eyes and saw something that was no better than Death Butler's kerosene lamp - a face pressed tightly against his face, almost nose to nose.

"More than!"

Harry shouted, hurriedly moving away from the elf and almost falling off the bed in panic: "Don't do this!"

"Dobby is so sorry, sir!" Dobby screamed in panic, jumped back, and covered his mouth with his slender fingers: "Dobby just wanted to wish Harry Potter a merry Christmas and bring him a

A gift, sir! Harry Potter said Dobby could come and see him any time, sir!"

"Did I say that?" Harry's mind was still confused: "But it doesn't matter. From now on - just poke me in the future. Okay, don't bend down and stare at me like that."

Harry opened the curtains of the four-poster bed, picked up his glasses from the table beside the bed and put them on. His shouts woke up Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville. They all looked through the slits in their curtains.

Looking outside, everyone was sleepy-eyed and their hair was disheveled.

"A little accident," Harry explained.

"Forget it, I won't sleep anymore - a gift." Seamus was the first to jump out of bed, and others followed suit.

Harry also saw the pile of gifts at the foot of his bed. He found that this year's pile of gifts was much higher than last year. They were probably sent by James and his friends.

Dobby was standing uncomfortably beside Harry's bed, still terrified of disturbing him.

"You've gotten much better." Harry tried his best to comfort Dobby: "At least you don't bang your head against the bedpost like before."

Dobby raised his ears in disbelief. He felt as if he had been praised, but he was a little unsure and wanted to hear more before talking.

"How have you been lately?" Harry was still thinking of ways to change the subject and said, "How are you doing at Hogwarts?"

"Of course." Dobby was indeed diverted by this sentence: "Everything is going well in the school, especially after Ms. Granger's arrival, we are getting better and better."

Ron was opening the package excitedly. After hearing this, his ears twitched and he asked curiously: "She seems to have been to the kitchen a few times. Tell me, how did she help you?"

Although the others did not stop opening the packages, they were all listening silently.

"That's a lot." Dobby beamed happily: "At the beginning, Ms. Granger didn't say anything to us and just looked at us from the sidelines. Many people thought she was not satisfied with our service.

Satisfied, he tried his best to make her happy - this soon worked, Ms. Granger loved those carefully made cookies and snacks - "

"I quite like it too." Ron said thoughtfully.

"My pleasure, sir." Dobby bowed respectfully, then raised his body again and said: "Later, Ms. Granger's requests became more and more, and we are also trying our best to meet them.

she."

"For example?" Harry asked suspiciously. He didn't think Hermione was the kind of person who could accept benefits with peace of mind, and this didn't seem to have anything to do with the House Elf Liberation Front.

"Dobby has to think about it, because there are too many - for example, there are some people at school that she can't stand and wants us to help teach them a lesson."

The movements in Harry's hands stopped.

"But doing this is against the rules. Neither Dobby nor anyone else can do this. So Ms. Granger changed her request. As long as we tell her where in the school she can get prohibited items -

This was actually a bit wrong, but Ms. Granger immediately became stern. She knew that we would clean the students' dormitories and always see some things that shouldn't be there - and then she passed on the news

The method changed from dictation to a carelessly discarded note, which just stated where the prohibited items were hidden."

"Winky did it! Do you know who Winky is, sir? She was originally the elf in Mr. Crouch's house, but was kicked out later. She only used to drink to drown her sorrows every day. It's special that she can return to her original self.

Thanks to Ms. Ranger, every time she saw Winky drinking, other house elves had to drink with her, and everyone got drunk. But it only took less than an hour for Winky to vow to never do it again.

She won’t drink wine either, because it will delay many people’s meals and make the whole castle a mess. Sparkling said this will make her feel uncomfortable, even worse than drinking too much wine.”

Dobby's big eyes were shining like lightbulbs, and he praised loudly:

"Ms. Granger is such a nice person!"

I don’t know since when, no one in the dormitory was unpacking anymore. They were all turning to stare at Toby, the expressions on their faces were more horrified than the others.

Neville said with some uncertainty: "If I heard correctly, is Hermione testing the bottom line of the house elf?"

"That's not testing!" Dobby retorted loudly: "That's called understanding! Ms. Granger is willing to understand us! She respects us!"

"He seems to have been successfully brainwashed." Seamus said in horror.

"I think it's the same thing." Dean quietly took a few steps back.

Ron's expression became more and more tangled: "But, don't any elves feel that there is something wrong? This is not in the school rules?"

"I guess this is where Hermione is smart." Harry said with a complicated look: "No one stipulates that house elves will be punished for questioning, and besides, I don't think anyone would want to report Hermione, right?

"

"Why report her?" Dobby asked puzzledly: "Ms. Granger is so kind. She often asks us to make more delicious snacks for her. The elf likes to feel needed!"

Ron slapped his face, and said in a painful tone: "It's over, she has even thought about the reward system. I said that the snacks she brought back are getting more and more delicious. This is the original reason."

Harry finally understood what Cedric said——

【.Since she is no longer Professor Heimer's assistant, she has become more and more like Professor Heimer in some aspects. For example, when discussing the automatic casting wand, she gave me many crazy suggestions.

If that’s all it is, forget it.】

And house elves.

Hermione had already extended her claws to the house elves.

"It seems she doesn't need the devil anymore."

Ron saw this in Harry's eyes.

"Because she herself is the next black devil."

——

Ron and Harry decided to have a good talk with Hermione at the ball to prevent her from actually taking the path of Professor Hemmer.

They dare not imagine what it would be like to be friends with the Black Devil.

"Why are you so worried?" Qiu asked curiously after seeing Harry who was getting dressed. Today she put on a sky blue dress with flower patterns on the cuffs, which was more beautiful than anything Harry had ever seen.

beauty.

"You are so beautiful." Harry blurted out.

Qiu was so amused that she giggled.

"By the way, have you seen Hermione?" Harry asked confusedly.

Qiu Bu smiled.

"Do you think this kind of question is appropriate?" She was vaguely angry: "On a day like this, are you still thinking about other girls?"

"No, it's not what you think." Harry explained stumblingly: "I'll tell you later, this is really scary -"

"Then you go find her." Qiu said frustratedly. Harry didn't understand why she became like this.

But soon, Harry saw a familiar yet unfamiliar person on the stairs in the foyer - it was Hermione. She had abandoned her messy curly hair, which lay smoothly on her shoulders, and the freckles on her face had disappeared.

, I don’t know what kind of magic was used, but it turned out to be shiny.

The strangest thing was the boy whose arm was held by Hermione.

"Cedric?" Harry whispered in shock: "I should have thought of it earlier, they have been staying together recently."

"It's more than that."

Harry heard Qiu muttering dissatisfiedly. He immediately turned his head and looked over, and found that the expression on Qiu's face was somewhat unnatural.

"I saw with my own eyes that the lady you are obsessed with rejected Krum in the library, and then reluctantly accepted Cedric's invitation. Apart from you, there are already two men among the warriors who have been chosen by her.

Already."

When he said this, Qiu returned to his discouraged tone.

"So, don't let you be the last one, okay, Harry?"