Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"It's all this kind of letter!" Hermione opened the letter and said angrily, "Harry Potter deserves a girl a hundred times stronger than yours ... it should put you on Chlorella Boil it in there ... oh! "

As soon as she opened the last envelope, a yellow-green liquid sprayed on her hands, giving off a pungent smell of gasoline, and a large yellow-yellow blister immediately appeared on her hand.

"Undiluted Babo tubers have pus!" Ron said. He carefully picked up the envelope and smelled it.

"Ouch!" Hermione called, tears bursting out.

She picked up a napkin to wipe the pus from her hands, but her fingers were already covered with thick, painful sores, and she looked like wearing a pair of leather gloves soaked in water for several years.

"You'd better hurry to the Colonel Hospital," Harry said, and the owls around Hermione flew away. "We will explain to Professor Sprout ..."

"It's all that woman's fault!" Ron said hatefully as Hermione hurriedly left the auditorium with her hands on her hands. "It's all that Rita Skye wrote! Look at this ..." Aloud a letter left by Hermione: "I read in The Wizarding Weekly that you are playing with Harry Potter's feelings! That boy has suffered so much, wait! I just need to find one Big envelope, I will send you a spell next time ... "

"... Oh my God, she's really careful!" Ron said worriedly.

Hermione didn't go to herbal medicine class, and even Hagrid's magical creature protection class didn't catch up.

In fact, after coming out of the school hospital, she took her bandaged hands straight back to the bedroom in the Gryffindor Tower.

Speaking of which, this was Hermione's first truancy.

If this is put in the past, it is simply impossible. You know, although she didn't tell others, she even applied for a time converter last semester in order to take more classes!

But now, she is completely out of class, even in the case of Hagrid.

Although there are reasons for those letters, the most important thing is not this, but ... something was lost by her, or more precisely-stolen!

When Dumbledore announced that he was going to hold the semi-final hegemony, Hermione, who was familiar with school history, had already guessed that there would be a ball.

To be honest, she never expected that she would become the fourth warrior. So she was looking forward to it from the beginning, looking forward to Maca's invitation to be her first dance partner.

To this end, she wrote a letter to her parents early, hoping to advance some living expenses in advance to purchase beautiful dresses for the ball.

And in order to make herself more beautiful and attractive, she also worked hard to think of a series of methods to make her hair straight and smooth and make her front teeth smaller.

She deserves Maca, definitely!

However, no one could have predicted that she would become one of the warriors of Hogwarts! And it's the "extra" one-it's too suspicious!

She knew that Maca was preparing a plan that no one could guess, and she could not disturb Maca.

If she is not a warrior, no matter how shy she is, she will definitely let Maca choose her as a dance partner! She has made up her mind!

But this sudden change made her sad.

A warrior dances with another warrior, and they are two different schools of their own-this is so noticeable that it will surely bother Maca.

She cannot be a stupid girl!

But ... Hermione was unwilling ... very unwilling! She was one step slower for a girl, and she had to fight while the girl hadn't taken the initiative to speak, and before the relationship between them had been determined.

It is indeed the little lion of Gryffindor. Even in terms of emotion, this kind of competitive and enthusiastic mentality still persists.

However, even if she gritted her teeth and ordered the dress secretly, even if she was going to be desperate to be a "stupid girl", she eventually lost to her sanity.

When Snape came out unexpectedly and almost convinced the stubborn Professor McGonagall, Hermione voluntarily gave up.

In the end, the "most beautiful dress" she ordered to dance with Maca, lying quietly in a beautiful gift box from beginning to end-Hermione agreed to the invitation of Victor Krum It was borrowed.

At the ball, Hermione forced herself to remain calm, but she didn't dare to see Maca.

She was afraid that when she saw Maca dancing with other girls, she would not be able to suppress the jealousy in her heart, leaving Krum and rushing towards Maca.

She was afraid that she would confess to Maca in front of all the teachers and students of the three schools, and then her plan would collapse completely.

When she stood at the door and saw almost everyone looking back behind her in horror. With the exception of her, all the warriors and their respective dance partners turned around, but she did not.

She knew that Maca, who hadn't been seen before, finally appeared!

But Hermione didn't dare to turn her back. She even turned her eyes away, so that she wouldn't be able to help when she passed by with Maca ...

In this way, the string in Hermione's heart became tighter and tighter ...

"Now I want to come, Krumm might have realized it at the time? My arm was shaking all the time ..." Hermione was sitting on the edge of the bed, and her bandaged hands rested gently on her legs, also shaking slightly.

But when Maca passed by her, she didn't hold back and looked up.

Who is that? Who is the girl who is more old-fashioned than Ron's lace dress? That back ... why does it look so familiar?

God! It's Professor McGonagall!

The string in Hermione's heart suddenly released ...

Yes! What has she been struggling with all the time? It should be your own happiness, which is yours; if it does not belong to you, if you reluctantly pursue it, you will only make yourself more unfortunate.

Hermione was relieved-the most she should do now was to silently support him behind Maca. She believes that Emma's cleverness must have seen everything in her eyes.

After that, Hermione stopped thinking about Maca all day, and even Rita Skeeter's article didn't change her mood in any way.

Even today's encounter, Hermione, who has always been strong, doesn't care-she is not afraid of criticism, stigmatization, and even provocation.

However, just last night, she found that the box containing the dress, which had been under the bed, disappeared!

Not to mention that the dress cost a lot of pounds, even if it was cheap, but the meaning contained in it was irreplaceable by other more expensive dresses.

Maca hasn't seen her wearing it yet! Why did you disappear?

One morning after pretending to be calm, she was injured by pus in the Babor tubers hidden in those vicious letters.

If at all, she would at least ridicule the senders for a few words and ignore them. But now, the undiluted juice seemed to drip on her heart, making it harder for her to hide her anxiety and sadness.

...

When the herbal lesson was over and Harry and Ron left the conservatory to attend the Wonderful Biology Class, they saw Pansy, Crabbe, and Gore whispering and giggling.

Draco was standing beside them, but he was rarely involved.

As soon as Pansy saw Harry, she asked aloud, "Porter, did you and your girlfriend fall out? Why was she so angry at breakfast, wasn't she--"

Surprisingly, Draco actually interrupted Pansy's words.

"Don't talk casually," he said impatiently.

Harry ignored them, and he didn't want to let her know how much trouble the article in The Witcher Weekly had caused, so that she wouldn't be overjoyed and ecstatic.

Hagrid told them in the last lesson that the unicorn's knowledge was finished. At this moment, he was standing outside the hut waiting for his classmates, with some open cardboard boxes they had never seen before.

As soon as Harry saw the cardboard box, his heart sank—should a nest of fried tail snails hatch again?

But when I walked closer and looked into the box, I found that there were many fluffy black guys with long noses and flat front claws, like a shovel, which was very strange.

They looked up and blinked at the class, and they seemed a little confused in the face of so many people's attention.

"These are sniffs," Haige and other students gathered, saying, "They can usually be seen under the mine. They like shiny things ... Noah, look at it."

A sniff leaped suddenly, trying to bit off Pansy Parkinson's wrist watch, and Pansy screamed and stepped back several steps.

"A very useful little treasure hunter," Hagrid said happily. "Today we can play with them ... did you see them?"

Hagrid pointed at the large area of ​​the newly opened land. Before Harry, they saw him there, mysteriously and secretly scratching the ground.

"I buried a few gold coins-whoever picks the sniff will dig up the most coins, and I will give the prize. You put all the valuable things on your body, then pick a sniff, prepare, and let go. Now. "

Harry took his watch off ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and tucked it into his pocket.

The watch had stopped in the maze, as if he had accidentally broken it, and now he wore it only out of habit.

Then he picked a sniff.

He stuck his long nose into Harry's ear, and sniffed vigorously ... this little thing was very intimate with people.

"Slow," Hagrid said, looking down at the box. "There's only one sniff left here ... who didn't come? Why don't you see Hermione?"

"She has to go to the hospital," Ron replied.

He looks the same as usual, but his heart is quite complicated.

"I hope that this will make Hermione brave enough to speak out ... and drag it on, she will only be more sad ..." Ron's expression was a bit bitter. "Everyone can see that Marka has only Lov in his eyes. Goode. "

If you find an error in the chapter, please report it, and we will fix it as soon as possible.

For more exciting content, please pay attention to: Novel Network New Domain