harry potter book of crimes

"Huh? What to deal with?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"She has to take so many classes!" Ron said with his eyes widened. "This morning, I heard her talking to Professor Victor, who is the witch who teaches arithmetic and divination - they were talking about yesterday's

Homework, but Hermione couldn't have gone to Arithmancy yesterday because she had Care of Magical Creatures with us!"

"And Ernie Macmillan told me that Hermione has never missed a Muggle Studies class, but half the time this class conflicts with Divination class, and she has never missed a Divination class!"

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

But Ron kept chattering next to him, which made him very depressed.

As for Maka, no one knew what he was busy with, but he was always running to the principal's office recently, which made him look even more in a hurry than Hermione.

Harry and Ron only had limited encounters with him.

It has to be said that 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 but complain.

"Who knows?"

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

"Can I sit down?" Harry asked Hermione.

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

Harry looked at the messy table, then at the long, wet-on-dry Arithmancy paper, then at the even longer Muggle Studies paper, and at the magic paper Hermione was debating.

Chinese translation.

"Explain why Muggles need electricity?" Ron came forward, looked at the Muggle studies paper, and read word by word.

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

"Okay...oh! It's time for me to feed Banban some tonic!" Ron suddenly shouted, "Maka gave me another small bottle before, and it's very useful!"

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

"...So, how can you cope with so many things?" After Ron left, Harry turned around and continued to ask.

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

As Harry got closer, he realized that she looked almost as tired as Maka.

"Why do you study two subjects at least?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

At this time, Hermione picked up another book and looked for her magic dictionary.

"I can't do it!" Hermione said casually.

Harry picked up the paper on Arithmetic Divination and after reading it for a few times, he felt a little dizzy - the number table and various calculation formulas on it were too complicated.

"Arithmetic looks really scary..." Harry frowned.

"Oh, no! Arithmancy is wonderful!" Hermione showed a sincere expression, "Arithmetic is one of my favorite subjects! It's..."

Although Hermione gave him a detailed introduction, Harry still did not understand the wonders of Arithmancy.

At this moment, a muffled shout came from the stairs of the boys' dormitory. No one spoke in the entire common room, and everyone stared at the door with fear.

The sound of hurried footsteps became louder and louder, and then...

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

"Look!" he roared, striding over to Hermione's table, "Look!"

Ron yelled, shaking the sheet in front of her.

"Ron, what are you looking at-?"

"Banban! Look! Banban!"

Hermione took a few steps back to avoid Ron, who had a distorted face. She was completely at a loss.

Harry looked at the sheet Ron was holding - there was something red on it, it looked scary, like -

"Blood!" Ron shouted in the 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 runic translation scroll. Hermione and Harry leaned forward and looked forward. They saw that scattered on the strange, long and pointed runic characters were several long sticks.

Long ginger cat hair.

…

Ron and Hermione's friendship seemed to be on the rocks in recent days - both were furious, and Harry didn't know how to repair their relationship.

Ron was angry because Hermione never took Crookshanks' intention to eat Scabbers seriously and never bothered to observe Crookshanks carefully.

He believed that Hermione was still pretending to think Crookshanks was innocent at this moment, and actually suggested that Ron go to find Scabbers under all the boys' beds.

Hermione, who had come to her senses, angrily said that Ron had no evidence. Those yellow furs might have been there since Christmas, and since the day Crookshanks jumped on Ron's head in that magical zoo.

, Ron has always been prejudiced against her cats.

Harry personally believed that Crookshanks had indeed eaten Scabbers, and tried to point out to Hermione that all the evidence pointed to this, at which point she also lost her temper with Harry.

"Okay, take Ron's side, I know you will!" she said angrily, "First it was Firebolt, and now it's Scabbers. Everything is my fault, isn't it? I don't have to report Firebolt,

At least you won't nag all day long, but this time, please leave me alone! Harry, I have a lot to do!"

Ron lost the mouse and looked very sad.

"Okay, Ron. Haven't you been saying how annoying Scabbers is," Fred said brightly, "and that he's been losing his energy for a long time, and he's getting... you know, dead.

Faster is probably better for it.”

"Fred!" Ginny said indignantly.

"Scabbers just eats and sleeps all day long, Ron, you said so yourself," said George.

"But... Maka has been sending me nourishing rat food," Ron said miserably, "Isn't it, Harry?"

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

"Maybe Maka is letting Scabbers become a rat food taster!" Fred couldn't help but smile on his face, "This may be the most valuable thing he has ever done in his life! Oh, okay, Ron,

Make peace with Hermione and then buy another mouse. What's the use of lamenting?"

As a last-ditch effort to cheer Ron up, Harry persuaded Ron to go with him to the grounds to watch the Gryffindor team's last training session before the game so that Ron could ride the Firebolt after training.

"What a great idea! Can I try playing with a ball too?"

This seemed to make Ron forget about Scabbers for a while, so they went to the Quidditch pitch together.

The next day, Harry, armed with a Firebolt and undergoing rigorous training, won the victory as expected.

After the game, everyone hugged Harry and headed to the Gryffindor common room together. A lively party continued into the evening.

Fred and George Weasley disappeared for two hours and returned with arms full of bottles of Butterbeer, Fizzing Pumpkin Juice and large bags of Honeydukes candy.

"How did you get it?" Angelina asked.

At this time, George began to throw toad mints to the crowd.

"We got a little help from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs," Fred whispered in Harry's ear.

Only one person did not attend this happy party.

Hermione sat in a corner in disbelief, trying to read a large book called Life and Social Habits of Muggle Households in Britain.

Seeing Fred and George starting to do tricks with butterbeer bottles, Harry took this opportunity to leave the table and come to Hermione.

"You never went to the game?" Harry asked.

"Of course I have been there." Hermione didn't even raise her head to look at Harry, and her tone was a little strangely high. "I'm very happy that we won. I think you did a really good job, but I have to finish reading it before Monday."

This book……"

"Come on, Hermione, let's have something to eat." Harry glanced at Ron, who was smiling happily. He couldn't help but wonder: Is Ron's mood good enough to be with Hermione?

Min made peace?

"I can't, Harry, I still have four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" Hermione's voice sounded a little hysterical, "Besides..."

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

This is obvious.

Because Ron deliberately picked this moment and said loudly: "If Scabbers is not eaten, he can eat a few of these Fudge flies, which he always likes to eat-"

Hermione suddenly cried.

Her nerves have been very tense recently, whether it is busy with courses and studies, or the things that happened with Ban Ban, it has always kept her in a state of depression... But Harry still didn't expect that she really said

Just cry.

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

"Can't you let her have a rest?" Harry couldn't help but said to Ron, and then looked at the door, "It's already night, I think it's best to get her back as soon as possible..."

Ron also glanced at the half-open doorway. He hesitated for a while, but still had a stubborn face.

"No," Ron said with a straight face, "if she shows she's sorry - but she never admits she's wrong, that's the way Hermione is! She still looks like Scabbers is on holiday or something...

"

Harry hesitated, sighed, and then ran out of the doorway helplessly.

"It's so late and everything is dark. Where will Hermione go?" He couldn't help but think, "According to Hermione's character, she definitely wouldn't run out at night. Night travel is not a good idea.

It’s against school rules!”