aircannonsinc Chapter 131 A golden cat comes out of the bath in this chapter
Chapter 131 A golden cat comes out of the bath in this chapter
Sirius Black is peeping in the dark, Hagrid's hippogriff may be beheaded, Harry's crossbow is confiscated, Ron and Hermione have repeated conflicts over cat and mouse matters... The end of the third year Every day of the semester is still so exciting.
In the first divination class of the new semester, Professor Trelawney began to teach them palmistry and lost no time in telling Harry that the lifeline on his hand was the shortest she had ever seen.
"Well, thank you for letting me know." Harry answered her as politely as possible, and he was not surprised at all - Professor Trelawney looked a little disappointed.
But when Wood heard about it, he took the announcement very seriously. He believed that Harry needed to pay attention to it. After all, after being declared "ominous" last time, Harry met a dementor and lost his broomstick.
"I'm trying to prepare," Harry promised.
In fact, in order to learn the lesson from the last Quidditch match that was interrupted by the Dementors, Harry decided to learn the Patronus Charm alone with Professor Lupine - for this point, Hermione felt it was necessary to let Harry know the truth, so that he Be able to prepare in advance when facing emergencies - at least mentally prepared.
In order to avoid the situation where Harry is still defenseless when Professor Lupine suddenly transforms.
"Werewolves usually transform on full moon nights. Professor Lupine is drinking medicine, and judging from Principal Dumbledore's last reply to you, now Lupine will be teleported to the principal's office by the badge on full moon nights. , under his personal supervision." Tom pointed out, "So there is no sudden transformation of Lupine as you mentioned. It is also impossible for him to take off the badge privately. Remember? When he first started school because he didn't have a badge, the detective How loud is the sound of the curse?"
"There is currently insufficient literature to prove that being bitten or scratched by a werewolf who is not in the transformation stage will not be contagious at all - I know that bites are unlikely, but what about scratches? As long as the nails are slightly slightly exposed when the two people are in contact, If the skin is scratched a little, then we have to pray for Merlin's blessing." Hermione retorted, "If Harry has to make up lessons alone with Professor Lupin, I think it's better for him to be informed."
"..." Tom was silent for a while, "If you think it is necessary."
"I thought you were a bit strange, Tom." Hermione looked at him suspiciously, "I thought you would stand firmly on my side."
"I'm agreeing with you," Tom said expressionlessly.
Hermione's brown eyes stared at him intently for a moment.
"Okay." The sensitive witch finally gave up digging up her friend's secrets. "I will tell Harry," she said, carefully studying Tom's expression, "about Professor Lupin."
"What are you talking about?" Ron originally stayed away from Hermione and Tom sitting in the corner of the lounge - this awe was mainly due to the various textbooks spread out in front of them: arithmetic charts, various magic dictionaries , illustrations of the mechanics of Muggle lifting of heavy objects, and a wide range of notes and summaries, etc. But seeing them gathering together and whispering for a long time, he couldn't help but stick his head out and ask.
"Talk about Professor Lupin," Tom replied.
"Well, he still looks sickly, doesn't he?" said Ron, trying to join the conversation.
Hermione made a loud and impatient "tsk" sound and closed the thick magic dictionary on the table with force.
"What do you mean?" Ron asked unhappily.
"Nothing," Hermione said, "Where's Harry?"
"Wood is arranging tactics with them, right? Hey, I just said Lupine was sick. There might be something wrong with him, so just-" Ron imitated her and made an impatient "tsk" sound, "So there must be something wrong with him." , not 'nothing'. What exactly is it?"
"Ah, I thought that was obvious," said Hermione.
Ron was irritated by Hermione's sinister tone, and he glared at Hermione angrily. "If you don't want to say it! Then don't say it!" He walked away angrily.
"I thought you would tell him by the way." Tom was a little surprised.
"I thought you wanted me to keep Professor Lupin's secret properly." Hermione raised her eyebrows, "But I'm not keeping the secret entirely for Professor Lupin's sake," she looked at Tom, "I'm taking your feelings into consideration. Tom, No matter what secret you have, I can always keep it for you if you're ready."
Tom was speechless.
"You're welcome." The witch stood up, hugging her books and homework, and shook her long fluffy hair coolly, "This is an obligation as a friend."
"Let's go, I'm going to talk to Harry."
With that said, she hurried away.
"She is indeed a good friend, isn't she?" Tom turned his head and whispered to his crow.
The crow let out a short "ah," which sounded like a scoff.
Tom's foggy blue eyes and the raven's dark red eyes stared at each other quietly for a moment, and Tom looked away.
"We have another good friend, right?" Tom whispered to the crow nonchalantly, and the crow tilted its head to look at him without making a sound.
Another good friend, Draco Malfoy, sneezed and had no idea that he was being remembered.
"For victory!" Draco rubbed his nose and weakly shouted the slogan along with the team. In the first week of the semester, they will have a game with Ravenclaw, and for this reason, they have to train outdoors even in the cold January.
After getting off the brooms, they were almost freezing. Even the warming spells cast by the senior students could not withstand the long-term high-altitude cold current. The captain finally rallied the team to shout slogans, beat the blood, and let the impatient Slytherins leave.
Draco couldn't wait to go back to his dormitory, took a hot shower, and then came out to see a huge crow standing on his desk.
"Hey, even if you are Tom's messenger, you are not allowed to step on my desk!" Draco said arrogantly, but did not drive it away. He wiped his hair with a towel with one hand and pulled the note out from under it with the other.
"Ah ha, I know your master will never remember me when he is fine." Draco complained, but with a proud smile on his face, "Let me see what he wants..."
"Lacewings, sapweed, bicorn horn powder, dried African tree snake skin..." He shook the note and was too lazy to read the names of the medicines. He said sarcastically, "Why didn't your master just ask for them by name?" Where’s the Polyjuice Potion?”
The raven's pure black eyes looked at his golden hair with interest, and Draco noticed.
"You rude bird..." He stroked the ends of his hair proudly, "Wait, I will reply to your greedy master."
He picked a piece of beautiful letter paper, thought about it, and directly made an appointment with Tom to meet in the evening.
"Here you go." Draco folded the letter and pushed it to the crow. "And this..." He took out a gold galleons from the small box in the drawer. "Don't stare at my hair. You rude little thing. Look at this, how beautifully the gold coins shine!"
Jiujiu accepted the two-legged beast's offering with satisfaction.