HP Approaches the Magical World

Chapter 825 Love Is Really Helpless

Time is passing quickly again.

Snowflakes danced outside the window again, beating the icy panes.

Christmas is just around the corner.

Hagrid had already brought in the twelve Christmas trees that were indispensable to the Great Hall every year;

The stair railings were wrapped with holly and tinsel, ever-burning candles flickered in the helmets of the guards' armor, and huge bouquets of mistletoe hung at intervals in the corridors.

Every time students walked down the corridors, there were always groups of girls gathering under the mistletoe, causing a traffic jam.

Fortunately, Harry and the others can always find less congested roads, and it is not too difficult for them to bypass those congested places.

This detour used to make Ron feel jealous instead of happy, but now he just laughed.

Although Harry felt that the new laughing Ron was much better than the sullen and aggressive Ron of the previous few weeks, the change had come at a cost.

First, Harry had to see Lavender Brown a lot, the girl who seemed to waste every moment she didn't kiss Ron;

Second, Harry is also good friends again with two people who seem to never speak to each other.

Ron, still bearing the scars from Hermione's titmouse attack on his hands and arms, sounded defensive and resentful.

"She can't complain," he said to Harry. "She kissed Krum, and it turned out that someone wanted to kiss me too. Free country, I didn't do anything wrong."

Harry didn't answer, pretending to be absorbed in the book "The Fifth Element: Exploration" that he was due to finish before Charms class tomorrow morning.

Although he decided to continue to be friends with these two people, but now he keeps his mouth shut a lot of the time.

"I never promised Hermione anything anyway," muttered Ron. "I'd go to Slughorn's Christmas party with her, but she never said... just friends... I'm Free man……"

Harry turned the page of The Fifth Element: Discovery and knew Ron was watching him.

Ron's voice trailed off, barely audible over the crackling of the fire, but Harry thought he heard "Krum" and "nothing to complain about" again.

Hermione's schedule was so full that Harry couldn't really talk to her until evening, when Ron was so wrapped up in Lavender that he couldn't care what Harry was doing.

Hermione refused to sit in the common room as long as Ron was around, so Harry usually went to the library to find her, which meant talking quietly.

"He can kiss whoever he likes," said Hermione, as Mrs. Pince, the librarian, was prowling the back shelves. "I don't care."

She raised the quill and tapped the letter she was writing so hard that she poked a hole in the parchment.

Harry didn't say anything, he felt like he was losing his voice from all the use, but he still didn't know what to say, he couldn't even understand what Hermione was up to, what she was up to.

Burying his head a little lower, he continued to take notes on the "Elixirs" section of Advanced Potion-Making, pausing occasionally to identify the prince's usefulness to Libasio Borachiga Replenish.

"by the way,

’ After a while, Hermione said: ‘You have to be careful. "

"Let me tell you one last time," Harry whispered, the first time he spoke after being bored for forty-five minutes, his voice a little hoarse: "I won't return this book, I learned more from the Half-Blood Prince Snape and Slughorn—"

"I don't mean your stupid so-called prince," said Hermione, giving his book a savage look, as if it had offended her, "I mean just now, before coming here, I went to the bathroom and there was a Hitting girls, including Romilda Vane, are talking about getting you to drink a love potion.

They all wish you could take them to Slughorn's party, and they seem to have bought Fred and George's love potions—"

"Why didn't you confiscate those things?"

asked Harry, seeming inconceivable that Hermione's penchant for maintaining rules and regulations should be let down at this juncture.

"They didn't bring the potion into the bathroom, they were just discussing strategies, and I suspect that even the Half-Blood Prince," she glared at the book again, "can't think of a way to have a dozen different fascinations at the same time." If the antidote to the potion comes, I will invite someone as soon as possible-so that others will not feel that there is still a chance.

It's tomorrow night, they are in a hurry. "

"There's no one I want to invite."

Harry muttered that he was trying not to think about Ginny now, although she kept showing up in his dreams, and in such a way that he was sincerely thankful that Ron didn't have Legilimency.

"Well, you've got to be careful when you're drinking, Romilda Vane looks serious."

She drew the long roll of parchment upwards and resumed her dissertation for her Arithmancy class.

Harry watched her, his mind far away.

"Wait a minute,"

He said slowly, "Didn't Filch ban everything from Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes?"

"Who cares what Filch forbids?"

Hermione said casually, while still concentrating on writing the article.

"Aren't all owls inspected? How can those girls bring love potions into school?"

"Fred and George sent them in as perfume and cough drops as part of the owl order service."

"You know so much."

Hermione gave him a savage look, the way she'd stared at Advanced Potions Making.

"It's written on the back of the bottle they showed me and Ginny over the summer."

She said coldly, "I won't put drugs in other people's drinks...or pretend to take drugs, that's just as bad..."

"Yes, well, never mind,"

Harry was busy: "The problem is that Filch is playing tricks, isn't he?

These girls can bring things into school by disguising them, so why can't Malfoy wear a necklace—"

"Harry... don't mention that again..."

"Why?"

"look,"

Hermione sighed, and said, "Secret controllers can detect bad luck spells and concealment spells, can't they?

They are used to detect dark arts and dark artefacts, and can detect a powerful spell, such as the one on the necklace, within seconds.

But things in the wrong bottle won't be detected - and besides, love potions aren't black magic and aren't dangerous -"

"You put it lightly."

grumbled Harry, thinking of Romilda Vane.

"—so it's up to Filch to figure out it's not cough syrup, but he's not a very good wizard, and I doubt he can tell the difference—"

Hermione stopped suddenly, and Harry heard someone approaching behind him among the dark bookshelves.

They waited a moment, and Madame Pince's vulture-like face appeared around the corner, with sunken cheeks, parchment-like skin, and long hooked nose, highlighted by the lamp she carried.

"It's time for the library to close, put back the borrowed book - what did you do to that book? You wicked boy!"

"It's not from the library, it's from me!" Harry said hastily, as he picked up the "Advanced Potion Making" from the table, but Madam Pince's eagle-clawed hand had already grabbed it.

"Root! Blasphemy! Defile!"

"It's just something written in a book!"

Harry yanked the book out of her grasp defensively.

She looked like she was going to have a heart attack, and Hermione packed her things hastily, grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him away.

"If you're not careful, she'll ban you from the library. Why do you have to bring that stupid book?"

"It's not my fault she's shouting, Hermione, do you think she'll hear you say bad things about Filch?

I always feel that there seems to be something between them..."

"Oh haha……"

Glad to be talking normally again, they argued about whether Mrs. Filch and Pince had a secret love affair as they walked down the empty, lighted corridor to the common room.

"Worthless."

This, Harry told the Fat Lady, was the new password for the holiday.

"the same as you."

The Fat Lady smiled mischievously as she swung forward to let them in.

"Hey, Harry!"

Harry had just emerged from the portrait hole when Romilda said, "Would you like a glass of canyon water?"

Hermione gave him a "what did I say" look over her shoulder.

"No, thanks,"

Harry quickly said, "I don't like drinking much."

"Then take this," said Romilta, thrusting a box into his hand: "a chocolate cauldron with Flame Whiskey in it.

My grandma sent it to me, but I didn't like it..."

"Thanks..." Harry couldn't think of another word: "Oh, I'm with..."

He hurried away after Hermione, his voice fading away.

"Told you," said Hermione succinctly, "invite someone early so they won't bother you—"

Her face went blank suddenly as she saw Ron and Lavender tangled together in an armchair.

"Good night, Harry."

Hermione said that it was actually only seven o'clock, she didn't say anything else, and went back to the girls' dormitory.

Harry could only console himself: he'd only have one day of school and Slughorn's party to deal with, and then he and Ron could go to the Burrow.

It seems impossible for Ron and Hermione to reconcile before the holidays, but the holidays may allow them to calm down and reflect on their behavior.

But the hope was not too high, and the next day he felt even more hopeless after Transfiguration class with the two of them.

They have come to the particularly difficult subject of human body deformation.

This class calls for changing the color of one's own eyebrows in front of a mirror.

Hermione sneered bitterly at Ron's disastrous first attempt - he'd grown himself a conspicuous mustache.

Ron retaliated, and every time Professor McGonagall asked a question, he imitated Hermione and jumped up and sat down in his seat. Lavender and Parvati thought it was so funny, and Hermione almost cried again.

As soon as the bell rang, she rushed out of the classroom without taking half of her things.

Harry felt that she needed comfort more than Ron at the moment, so he packed up her things and chased her out. Fortunately, he caught up with her, and Hermione came out of the bathroom and followed Luna.

He handed the things in his hand to Hermione, and after Hermione left in a hurry, he suddenly remembered another thing, so he asked tentatively.

"Would you like to come with me to Sluhoggan's dinner party?"

"Slughorn's party?

with you? what are you saying? "

"Yeah, we're all taking someone with us, so I thought... you might... I mean..."

He was eager to clarify his intentions: "I mean, just as friends, you know, but if you don't want to..."

Already he was beginning to wish a little that she didn't want to go.

"Oh, no, I'd like to go with you as a friend!"

Luna smiled brightly. Harry had never seen her smile so brightly: "No one invited me to the party. Did you dye your eyebrows because of this? Do I want to dye it too?"

"Need not!"

Harry said firmly: "That was a serious mistake. I want to ask Hermione to change it back for me. Then... I'll wait for you in the hall at eight o'clock."

"Aha!"

A voice above his head screamed strangely, and both of them were startled.

They hadn't noticed that Peeves had just walked right under Peeves, who was hanging upside down from a chandelier, grinning wickedly at them.

"Silly baby invited the crazy girl to the party!

Silly baby in love with crazy girl!

The silly baby fell in love with the mad girl—mother! "

He whizzes away, giggling and screaming, "Silly baby in love with crazy girl!"

"It's best not to publicize these things."

Harry's head was a little wretched, and it seemed as if the whole school knew that Harry Potter had invited Luna Lovegood to Slughorn's party.

"You can take anyone!"

At dinner Ron said in disbelief:

"Anyone! But you chose Mad Lovegood?"

"Don't say that about her, Ron."

Ginny scolded, as she happened to pass behind Harry, on her way to her friend: "I'm so glad you're taking her, Harry, she's so excited."

She went over and sat with Dean.

Harry tried to be happy that Ginny would approve of him taking Luna to the party, but he couldn't.

The feelings of young people are really a very speechless thing, isn't it?

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