The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

This patronus spell greatly affected Tom's mentality, and he suddenly fell into confusion and confusion: Why? Shouldn't it? These two sentences lingered in his mind, and he was in a state of confusion until the beginning of the herbal medicine class.

Hermione's mentality was even more complicated. On the one hand, she kept reminding herself that there are specialties in magic, and everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. It is impossible for anyone to be proficient in all spells. But on the other hand, she still inevitably fell into a depressed mood.

After class, Tom walked towards the auditorium with the pace of a zombie. His performance was terrible in the last class. He accidentally dropped a bowl of bubble pod beans on the greenhouse floor. Countless beans bloomed in front of the little wizards' eyes, making the greenhouse look like flowers. Like a greenhouse, Professor Sprout was very unhappy and spent the second half of the class teaching behind Tom. When the bell rang, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: It was finally over.

He shuffled around with his classmates, followed by Hermione. She took off her wizard's robe and tied it around her waist, twisting it into a small skirt, and then covered it with the hem of her white shirt. Paired with black knee-high socks and school shoes, she looked lazy, with the golden time turner swaying on her chest.

"Exposed," Tom turned around and saw the golden converter on the front of his white shirt, so he pointed to Hermione at the exposed converter.

"It's not a big problem," Hermione shook her head, but she still put the converter in her shirt for safekeeping, "Let's go to the auditorium to eat first."

"good."

"This outfit is very beautiful."

Hermione didn't answer. The two of them were speechless along the way.

Tom even had a doubt in his heart: Does he really like Hermione? Or are you just greedy for someone else's body? Do I like this person or the name Hermione? If Hermione wasn't as beautiful, smart, and kind as she is now, would he still like her?

But if these beautiful qualities were lost, would Hermione still be Hermione?

Tom felt so distraught that he even regretted trying to learn the Patronus Charm. But when he got to the dinner table, he realized that Hermione didn't seem to have a very good appetite either.

"Aren't you hungry?" Tom cut up a piece of fat and thin beef and put it on Hermione's plate.

"Hmm." Hermione looked at the beef on the plate in a daze.

Tom was silent for a few seconds, and then he thought of a good idea.

"Come on, I'll treat you to a dish I've just learned." Tom changed his mind and left the auditorium early. Hermione was a little confused, but she followed along.

"Where did you learn new dishes?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"In the book," Tom said, feeling a little happy when he saw Hermione's mood change slightly, "You go to the Room of Requirement first, I'll be there in a moment."

After a while, Hermione saw Tom carrying a small package at the door of the Room of Requirement.

"Come in!" He walked back and forth three times outside the wall and opened the Room of Requirement. This time the room inside is an open kitchenette.

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While all the teachers and students were enjoying the delicious food, the fat lady, the portrait of the gatekeeper of Gryffindor House, was hanging her throat. The Fat Lady is a portrait of pursuit. She is not willing to be a "keeper". She also has a dream: to be a singer.

To this end, she trains every day, which makes the little wizards extremely distressed. Because while she's hanging on, you can't enter the common room even if you have the password. What's even worse is that the sound of her throat is more like being executed...

As a reasonable portrait, the Fat Lady also knows that her voice has hundreds of millions of flaws, so she will try to practice when no one is around, such as lunch and dinner time.

Today's dinner was the time for her to express her voice. The fat lady was holding a goblet in her hand and was trying hard to hit a high note. The portraits around her covered their ears in pain.

But after a few seconds, the fat lady was defeated. She was holding the portrait frame with one hand, panting, but the goblet in her other hand was not even cracked open.

"Come again!" She took a deep breath and used her power again. At this time, a male voice filled with fatigue, hatred and a hint of madness rang in her ears.

"Please open the door for me..."

"Someone is there!" The fat lady was a little panicked. Seeing that she could no longer break the goblet, she took the cup and knocked it against the picture frame, and the cup broke into pieces.

The Fat Madam used this method of deceiving others to make her feel extremely satisfied. She looked at the visitor and asked, "The password?"

Only then did the fat lady have time to carefully observe the appearance of the visitor. Unlike the regular visitors to Gryffindor Tower, the person who came turned out to be a somewhat familiar adult wizard. His robes were in tatters, his hair was tangled, and he was as skinny as a bone.

The Fat Madam felt a little vigilant in her heart, but she said that a thousand words and ten thousand are just a picture, so no matter how suspicious the visitor is, as long as he gives the password, the Fat Madam needs to open the door for him.

"Ah...the password...dragon liver?" The person who came was none other than Sirius Black. He finally lurked into Hogwarts and came to Gryffindor Tower according to his memory. He knew that Ron Weasley was raising the rat, so all he had to do was enter the lounge and kill Peter Pettigrew while Ron was away.

Sirius shivered with excitement at the thought of Peter Pettigrew about to fall into his hands - this had been his spiritual support for so many years. But unexpectedly, he ended up getting stuck on the password link. Sirius' expression gradually became fierce...

"Wrong password." The fat lady breathed a sigh of relief. Since the password was wrong, she didn't have to open the door and could keep this sloppy guy out. As for breaking in? That's impossible, the wall behind the mural is quite strong.

"Please Madam, I have something very important to go in and solve," Sirius was still making his last attempt, but the Fat Madam could not eat anything soft or hard, and kept talking, but she did not take any practical actions. .

Finally, a fierce look flashed in Sirius's eyes.

The Fat Lady thought she had solved the problem, and when she was about to take another goblet from the drawer of the small table next to her, a shadow enveloped the surface of her portrait.

She looked towards the source of the shadow and saw only a pair of eyes that were almost irrational. The fat lady's body was like chaff, and even her little eyes were fully opened. She wanted to shout loudly for help, but she didn't have time to make a sound.