Ron hadn't seen his pet rat since Christmas lunch, and he thought that Spotted had only been frightened a little bit, and as soon as he got back to the bedroom, he would see it sleeping quietly on his bed or table. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It didn't turn out as he wanted, he couldn't find his pet anymore, he searched most of the castle during the holidays but still found nothing, even if he was helpless, Ron had to accept this reality, Hermione's Crook Hill was also locked up well, although he hated the cat to the extreme, but this time it really had nothing to do with it.

Harry comforted him, "Maybe it's because it can't bear to let its master see its own death, how many years has it been in your house?" Harry asked.

"It's been more than 10 years. Even though he had come to terms with this reality, Ron replied absent-mindedly as he appeared a little frustrated.

"It's hard for me to imagine that a mouse can live that long. Hermione was surprised that the fuse was gone, and her relationship with Ron was getting more and more relaxed, "Harry is right, it probably just didn't want you to be sad and disappeared on its own." She continued.

"Maybe. Ron stared at the fireplace in front of him, watching the flames on the coals rise and fall silent, stunned.

"My Crook Hill has also been very lacking in spirit lately. Hermione said worriedly, her hand gently stroking the smooth ginger fur of Crook Mountain, and the cat responded to her touch with a lazy meow.

"Then you'd better take it to Madam Pomfrey. Ron said with concern. The most fundamental reason is solved, he has no prejudice against this cat, and even empathizes, hoping that nothing will happen to Hermione's cat, he can now quite understand what it is like to lose a pet.

"Well" Hermione nodded slightly, since she came back from Hogsmeade, Crookshank Hill has been in a bad state, sometimes she will often look around anxiously, as if she is looking for something, there is still some inexplicable emotion in her eyes, Hermione feels lonely, but quickly denies her thoughts.

A cat probably doesn't have such mixed emotions.

"It's time for us to go. Hermione glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, it was time for dinner.

Today is the last day of the holidays, all the students are going back to school to start the new semester, and every table in the auditorium has prepared a sumptuous dinner for them, potatoes, beef, lamb, onions and cheese, etc., to their feast

To their surprise, when they entered the Great Hall, they found that there were many people missing from the Slytherin Row of tables. ”

The Christmas tree around the students had not been removed, and there was still a little festive atmosphere left, and they were all surprised to find that there were a few more chairs next to the large golden chair that belonged to Dumbledore.

They speculated that maybe Dumbledore had something to announce today.

Just when the students were almost seated, the door suddenly opened, pouring in gusts of cold wind, freezing many students to tighten their necklines.

Malfoy, Pansy, and the few remaining players from Slytherin's Quidditch team followed, even wearing Quidditch training clothes.

"Professor, I'm sorry, the snow outside was too big, and we had some accidents when we rushed back, so we were a little late. Malfoy patted the snow on his shoulder slightly, walked up to Dumbledore, and explained to Dumbledore on behalf of the group.

Dumbledore was dressed today in a dark purple robe, embroidered with stars of various sizes and some wonderful patterns and patterns.

He didn't reproach anything, just responded with a smile: "It's not too late, just in time for dinner." Then he beckoned them all to hurry back to their places.

"I believe everyone's holiday is very enjoyable, and I don't have anything to say before the meal, so let's start eating. Dumbledore's voice was thick and loud, resounding throughout the Great Hall.

The students had a great appetite, and they were all happily eating their favorite food at the table, talking to each other and telling about what they had seen and heard during the holidays.

The Quidditch players of the Slytherin team were silent, just quietly eating the food in front of them, but their eyes were frighteningly bright, which contained absolute confidence.

"Don't they think that they can win with special training? Ron took a piece of lamb chop in front of him and said with a look of contempt.

"Harry, you're not training any less intensely than theirs, are you?" Ron stabbed Harry with his elbow again.

"Of course. Harry nodded, finicking his glasses

"And you're still there—" Ron paused, it was a secret.

The fact that Harry had obtained a firebow bolt was a bit of a secret, and they were going to use it as a killer against Ravenclaw, and if they had known about it in advance, they might have been targeted in advance.

There was also a small episode in between, Hermione was still uneasy on the day Harry received the firebolts, so she told Professor McGonagall about it, and their lunch had just ended, and Professor Flitwick was present, and they decided to take the broom apart and examine it carefully, inside and out, to avoid the harmful curse on it.

Truth be told, to Harry and Ron, it was "unforgivable" and cruel to do something like this to a brand-new broomstick.

But they had to accept it, Harry knew in his heart that Professor McGonagall didn't say it, but in his heart he really wanted Gryffindor to win the Quidditch Cup, but she still made this choice, which showed that she took Harry's safety more seriously, and he couldn't complain about it.

"How about I see, Minerva?" But just when they were about to despair, Dumbledore happened to appear behind them, still keeping his kind smile.

Dumbledore gently took the firebolt, just swept it lightly with his wand, and many dazzling white lights came out around the firebolt, and there was a transparent smoke in the middle of it, and then quickly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

"No problem. Dumbledore said, twisting his beard.

"Perfect!" Harry and Ron looked at each other, then high-fived each other, looking excited, which meant that the firebolt didn't have to be dismantled.

Dumbledore was happy to see them so happy.

Back in the moment, when all the students had eaten and drunk, the food on the plates began to disappear, and then the plates began to disappear, and finally the four long tables were empty again.

"I'm sorry to delay everyone's time again tonight. Dumbledore stepped up to the front desk and helped himself with his half-moon lenses.