Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

The Gryffindor common room was always buzzing. Groups of three or five chat loudly and brag, sit in a circle and play crackling and exploding cards, and those who play wizard chess. The only time to be quiet in Gryffindor's common room is to sleep with Gryffindor's Quidditch match and during vacations.

When Hermione and Neville entered the common room through the fat lady's guarded doorway, they were not surprised that what they saw was the norm in the Gryffindor lounge, although Hermione still sometimes complained that the Gryffindor students were too noisy.

Hermione took Neville to the corner of the lounge and sat down, and she couldn't wait to speak. Hermione still couldn't forget the horrible scar on Solim's back. She wanted to know more, but it was obvious that Solim didn't want to say more. She could only hope that What would Vail know, after all Neville had an uncle who had taught Solim.

"Neville, tell me, what else do you know about the scar on your cousin's back."

Neville has been with Solim for almost half a semester, and there are no major changes. The minor change is that he speaks more fluently, at least he will not stutter.

"Hermione, I actually don't know much. I only know that Solim was bullied miserably when he first entered that school." Neville scratched his head, "It's just like me before, but now that he's here, Nobody bullies me, and Malfoy talks to me now. I really appreciate my cousin."

"Hurry up and get to the point!" Hermione saw that Neville was about to reminisce, and interrupted him hastily.

Neville tilted his head and thought for a while, "It should be when I was ten years old. If I remember correctly."

"When you were ten years old?" Hermione thought to herself, who knows what you're talking about when you're blabbering.

"The injury on my cousin should have been when he was ten years old." Neville looked at Hermione and said seriously, "My uncle seems to have told me that every time he mentioned his cousin, he would call him a 'little monster' Come on. Or 'Little Crazy'"

"I'm warning you! Hurry up and get to the point!" Hermione was furious, and you ended up saying what I asked, why do you keep getting things wrong?

"Um, oh, okay." Neville shrank his neck, "I don't know exactly how my cousin got hurt, maybe my uncle told me, maybe I forgot. But I know what happened later."

Hermione signaled Neville to hurry up and talk, don't dawdle.

"Cousin gave someone 'black gloves', Hermione, do you know about black gloves?" Neville asked.

"Black gloves? I know about white-glove duels. What are black gloves?" Hermione knew from books that white-glove duels were once popular among wizards. However, the Ministry of Magic promulgated the "Duel Prohibition Act", and wizards became more fond of duels. slow down.

Conflicts between wizards used to be resolved through duels. When a wizard initiates a duel with another wizard, there is a process. First, a white glove is thrown at the other party, and the other party usually accepts it. Then, it is filed in the Presbyterian Council or the Ministry of Magic in writing. The wizarding organization usually persuades both parties. Giving up the duel is just a formality. When it is determined that the problem must be resolved through a duel, the initiator of the duel will specify the time, while the recipient of the duel will specify the location. When the duel day comes, both parties will each bring a duel assistant. First, the two parties duel. When one party is about to lose, they can seize the opportunity to throw a white glove, which means admitting defeat. At this time, the other party cannot do harm. Of course, if you don't wear white gloves, or have no chance to throw white gloves at all, then you die. Next, the loser will decide whether the dueling assistant should play a second match. If they want to fight, the winning side will decide whether the party will continue to fight or send an assistant. After the duel, look at the result. If the loser loses again, they must be prepared to pay the price. Maybe it's Galleon, maybe it's something else. But if it is to be won, it is a tie, and there shall be no more duels between the two parties. Then the duel process and results will be recorded by wizarding institutions.

The black gloves are different, and it is different from the white glove duel, even if you lose, you have a great chance of surviving. Black gloves mean deathmatch, no assistants, no additional alchemy items, the only thing to rely on is the wand in hand and the skills of the wizard. Black gloves are duels aimed at killing each other. The black gloves also have a similar set of procedures and rules: the age difference between the two parties must not exceed 20 years, and both parties must have a reason not to die, which prevents duels like white glove duels because of trivial matters.

Hermione listened with gusto, but she wasn't worried about Solim, after all, Solim was living well now.

"Wait, Neville," Hermione seemed to realize something, "Solim...Solim, he killed someone?"

Solim is a man who has experienced black glove duels, and he is now studying at Hogwarts, so it goes without saying? How could Solim survive without killing the other party.

Neville nodded, "Yes, I was shocked when I found out. The other party seems to be a very old family, I forgot what it was called. My uncle said that the duel between cousins ​​had a great impact, and he offended Killed a lot of people. But the uncle said that the cousin did nothing wrong."

Hermione suddenly realized that Solim was fundamentally different from the other students at Hogwarts. Of course Hermione knew that Solim was very strong, and also knew that Solim's mastery of magical knowledge and skills far surpassed that of the students in the school. But Hermione has always regarded Solim as a little different little wizard, maybe he is very strong, maybe he has a lot of knowledge, maybe he is more mature than other little wizards of the same age, but today Hermione seems to suddenly realize that Solim is like them People of two worlds. If Hermione is in a fairy tale world - there are wizards, magic, and flying brooms, the people around are very friendly, and there is an old man with a white beard. Solim is in a cruel world—a real, cruel world. It was beyond Hermione's imagination that a ten-year-old had killed someone. Thinking of Solim whom she saw almost every day, Hermione suddenly felt a little scared.

Neville knew what Hermione was thinking when he saw Hermione's expression. Considering Neville's childhood and family, he was actually a very sensitive child.

"Hermione, don't think too much about it."

"Don't think too much about what?" Harry and Ronald came over, they had been looking for Hermione.

"It's nothing, you guys came just in time, I still want to find you." Hermione adjusted her mood quickly, she just wanted to talk to Harry about what happened in the Quidditch match that afternoon.

Harry and Ronald sat down and looked at each other, and finally Harry said, "Well... Hermione, we haven't written Professor Spencer's thesis yet, it's due on Monday, can we have a look at yours."

This is not the first time the two of them asked Hermione for homework. Hermione stared at Harry and Ronald, closed her eyes and took a deep breath: "I have something to tell you. About what happened to you during the game, Harry. "

"We may have wronged Snape." Hermione looked at Harry and Ronald.

"What! Hermione, do you know what you're talking about?" Ronald looked at Hermione incredulously, "That's Snape! And you were the one who saw Snape cast a spell on Harry."

"Yes, but there are many doubts here." Hermione went on to repeat what Solim had said to her.

"Hermione, you mean someone was trying to warn the professors that someone was mean to me by attacking me on the pitch?" Harry asked.

"Yes, you heard me just now, if Snape really wanted you dead there's no need to do it on the field, because there's no chance." Hermione looked at Harry seriously.

"Hermione, do you believe what that Slytherin said?" Ronald asked Hermione with his arms folded and his face pulled, "Then tell me, why didn't that person tell the professor directly? Instead, he attacked Harry during the match?"

"I've thought about this issue. It's likely that more than one person in the school wants to harm Harry." Hermione glanced at the absent-minded Harry. "The person who made the shot during the competition is likely to be watched, and he can't go directly to the professor."

"Come on, Hermione, let me just say it's the Slytherins doing it, they just don't want us to win the game, in Quidditch they do tricks a lot, they attack players in the corridors, they foul players during matches. .This time they changed a new trick and interfered with Harry on the bench. But they still failed." In Ronald's view, Hermione was a little nervous, and she liked to think about everything. "Besides, Hogwarts is safe with Dumbledore around."

"Did you forget about Halloween?" Hermione retorted.

If Hogwarts is really safe, how did the troll get in? Is it a little surprise for the professors? How many little wizards can stop the giant monster with a stick?

"Okay, stop arguing." Harry saw that the two were about to start arguing again, so he quickly smoothed things over. He had seen this scene a lot before, where Hermione and Ronald basically had to quarrel before they could speak a few words.

"Speaking of Snape, Hermione, did you notice that his leg was hurt?" Harry hurriedly changed the subject.

"I don't care about that! I really wish you would spend more time using your brains before you find yourself forgetting how to use them." Hermione stood up and walked away without looking back.

Harry and Ronald exchanged glances. Sighing at the same time, they didn't forget what they were here for, obviously, Hermione's homework couldn't be borrowed.

"Okay, Neville, have you finished Professor Spencer's thesis?" Ronald looked at Neville expectantly. If Neville had written it, he and Harry wouldn't have to read the book, just read Neville's. The two of them knew that Neville and Hermione were very close, and Neville's homework Hermione was for the purpose.

"I wrote it, but I didn't bring it with me." Neville scratched his head. Hermione and Neville's homework was seldom done in the Gryffindor common room, more often it was taken to the hidden classroom they frequented. Solim has put a lot of books there, and they don't have to go to the school library to borrow books at all.

Neville's forgetfulness made him often forget his finished homework in their small classroom.

"Can you bring it to us, Neville? Tomorrow is the last day, Sunday, and it's due on Monday." Ronald and Harry hoped to finish writing - or copying - Professor Spencer's paper by this evening.

Neville was a kid who didn't know how to say no, especially when Harry and Ronald looked at him with glowing eyes.

"Okay, I'll go get it, you wait." Neville stood up and was about to walk towards the door of the lounge.

"Get out?" Harry grabbed Neville, "Isn't your paper in the dormitory?"

"It would be terrible if Filch found out if we went out now." Ronald interjected.

Neville explained to the two that his thesis was in the small classroom and not in his dormitory. While it was lights-out time for freshmen, it wasn't a problem for Gryffindors like Harry and Ronald. They'd already run out several times during lights-out.

"Neville, you probably don't have experience of going out after lights out, do you? Harry and I will go with you, so we can take care of each other if we meet Filch." Harry nodded straight aside.

When the three of them stood in the corridor and were ready to act, the portrait of the fat lady behind them opened again.

"I knew it!" Hermione looked at the three people in front of her angrily, "I knew what you were thinking about Neville from the three of you sitting there muttering, I'll tell you two! Write your own homework." Hermione turned her head Looking at Neville: "Neville, you come back with me, and you are not allowed to lend them your homework in the future."

Maybe it's God's will, maybe it's some bad old man with a bad heart. When Hermione turned to go back, the Fat Lady had disappeared from her portrait.

"What are you going to do now?" Ronald looked at Hermione proudly, "Just stand here and wait for the Fat Lady to come back? Or wait until Filch catches you first?"

The four Gryffindor cubs had no idea what was in store for them this evening.

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