The dawn of Christmas came, the weather was cold, the sky was white, the silence of Hogwarts was as thick as snow on the ground, the dreary atmosphere enveloped the whole castle, and the students seemed to be like frosted eggplants, and the petrification events made them a little tired of the long-awaited Christmas. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Early in the morning, Harry was woken up by Hermione, he subconsciously looked at Ron's bed, it was still empty, he sighed, and thought, "We may find the murderer today." ”

"Merry Christmas to you. Hermione said to him, tossed the gift to Harry, and confirmed the exciting good news that the medicine was ready.

Harry sat up, fully conscious.

"Malfoy had better pray that he didn't do anything bad, or I wouldn't let him go. Harry clenched his fists. Then he teased Ron's pet, Spotted, who seemed to be a little listless because his owner had been petrified.

"Hmm. Hermione just nodded slightly.

Just then, Hedwig flew into the room with a small package in her mouth. Apparently a Christmas present for Harry, Hedwig bit his ear in a very affectionate way, a greeting that was far more precious than the one it had brought him.

A toothpick and a letter from a bad relative don't make people happy.

The other Christmas gifts Harry received were far more satisfying. Hagrid gave him a large packet of creamy fudge, Harry decided to bake it by the fire before eating, and Hermione bought him a fancy quill pen. Harry opened the last gift, which turned out to be a brand new hand-knitted sweater given to him by Mrs. Weasley, and a large piece of raisin cake. He held up Mrs. Weasley's greeting card, and a sense of guilt welled up in his heart. He thought of Mr. Weasley's car, which had been nowhere to be seen since it collided with Beater Willow, and Ron, who was lying in his hospital bed, which made him feel even more uncomfortable when he received the present.

He saw the unopened copy of Flying with the Artillery on Ron's desk, and he knew it was a gift that Ron had prepared for him, but now he wasn't there.

At the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, everyone ate with gusto, and the food was still very distracting, and the delicious food made them forget the previous dull atmosphere for a while.

The auditorium is magnificent. Not only were there a dozen Christmas trees covered in silver frost, and thick friezes of mistletoe and holly crisscrossed on the ceiling, but there was also enchanted snow, warm and dry, falling gently from the ceiling. Dumbledore led them in singing some of his favorite Christmas carols, and Hagrid's voice grew louder as he poured glass after glass of eggnog.

"Hermione, it's time. Harry figured the time was up and said to Hermione.

"Yes. Hermione nodded.

Malfoy and Pansy were enjoying the Christmas dinner at the Slytherin table when there was a scream from the crowd that spread to the Slytherin table.

A fountain pen went out of control, and it scurried wildly in the sky, frantically spilling black ink everywhere, and the students were in a commotion. It also brought a long-lost life to the Great Hall, which kept moving towards the Slytherin table and finally came to Pansy.

"Oh my God. Pansy screamed, quickly getting up to avoid the "root of all evil." But he still didn't have time to dodge, and was sprayed with black ink. As for Malfoy, he was concentrating on his own affairs at the time, and only subconsciously recited a spell to himself to avoid his own suffering, and Pansy didn't care about it.

"Who did that?" said Pansy, squealing like a fried kitten, looking around to find the culprit, who would not be in a good mood at such a happy holiday, let alone eating.

"I'm sorry, Fred and George had a little trouble teaching me how to use this pen. Harry walked over from the crowd and bowed his head in a sincere apology.

"Huh?" Malfoy wasn't in the mood to bother with these things, he was still thinking about how he could find a chance to settle the diary and the basilisk once and for all, so he looked up slightly. Turning into Pansy's robes, he said, "Clean up." "It seems that he wants to make the big things small, and the small things are going to persuade Pansy not to worry about Harry.

As a result, it was completely ineffective.

"I'm sorry. Harry's head was buried lower, "The ink on this pen is special, and it takes a special potion to wash it off. ”

"Oh, that can't be helped. Malfoy shrugged his shoulders and said to Pansy, "Then go find our dean, I'm sure he has a solution." ”

"It's a disappointment. Pansy puffed as she looked at her ink-soaked wizard robes.

Malfoy didn't have any suspicions, not to mention that he was now focusing all his energy on his diary, and he had to witness the Weasley brothers' pranks almost once a week, which was very common, and there were always a few people who were tricked, and now the plot had become like this, and Crabbe and Goyle were thrown by him who he didn't know where to go, and he had no idea that someone would try to trick him later.

History is always strikingly similar.

Harry walked out of the auditorium with Pansy in frustration, and then secretly made a gesture of completion to Hermione, Hermione understood, and hurried to the girls' bathroom, she had to hurry, Harry didn't have much time to buy.

There wasn't much of a difference between her and Pansy's size, but she still stole a robe from the Slytherin locker room, as the clothes weren't the same between the two houses.

In the bathroom, a bubbling, syrupy potion gurgled and Hermione was a little nervous alone, if Ron and Harry were there, she might not have been so nervous, but one was in a hospital bed, and the other was drawing attention for her.

She grasped the spoon in her trembling hand, then scooped up a large ball of the decoction and poured it into the glass she had prepared.

The decoction rattled loudly, like a pot of boiling water, and was foaming vigorously. After a second, it turns a faint purple color.

Perhaps due to the similarity of her stature, Hermione, who had only slightly adjusted her figure, did not suffer too much, but her face was slightly itchy, and she walked to the mirror to look at herself.

There are no flaws.

But it was strange that she couldn't get out right now, and Hermione resisted her eagerness to get out, pacing back and forth in the bathroom, and she could only choose to trust Harry to buy her enough time.

About twenty minutes passed, Hermione slowly walked out of the girls' bathroom, she came out as much as possible to avoid being discovered, she kept looking around, she gasped for breath, trying to calm her heart that was about to jump out of her chest, this tension should not be just for one reason.

In front of the door of the auditorium, she took another deep breath and touched her chest with her hand, as if she wanted to fix it there, maybe the distance to the truth was so close, but she felt more and more frightened, and she even had the idea of running away, but she thought of those petrified classmates, and one of her best friends, Ron, who was lying unconscious in the hospital bed, and her hesitant heart was firm again.