The next day, when Dean woke up, it was almost noon, and they had played too late last night, until Ron ate the last magic candy and let out a lion-like roar, and everyone reluctantly fell asleep.

Dean saw Harry sitting on the bed with a smirk on his face.

If this time has been said to be very happy, it is undoubtedly Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter. According to Hermione, Ginny and Harry's relationship is rapidly heating up.

Ginny had always had a crush on Harry, and Hermione had always been clear about that. Ginny also once gave Harry some gifts on Valentine's Day, wanting to confess to him, but the result was undoubtedly extremely embarrassing.

For some time afterward, Ginny was trapped in a quagmire of low self-esteem. As Ginny's best friend, Hermione gave Ginny the best advice, and Ginny followed Hermione's advice, relying on luck and her invincible beauty girl's talent, and soon caught Harry's attention.

Without the burden of the grueling task of saving the world, Harry, like all boys, fell in love. After his hazy affection for Cho Chang soon vanished under Andrew Lee's powerful aura, Harry soon began to try his hand at a relationship that he had never tried before.

"Harry, he seems to be out of his body, when did he sleep yesterday?" Seamus, you know what?" Dean rubbed his eyes as he searched for his socks.

"......" Seamus glanced at Harry, but didn't speak, he was still sleepy.

"Harry?" Ron called again.

"Uh, Ron, you got up so early?" Harry came back to his senses from his love thoughts.

"yes, what are you giggling at?"

"Oh, nothing. Seeing that it was Ron, Harry's heart tightened for no reason, if Ron knew he was in a relationship with Ginny Weasley, his sister, would Ron think it was an unacceptable betrayal, Ron was one of his best friends.

"Really?" Ron asked, confused, as if sensing something was wrong.

"Really!" Ron must not be so conservative, although last night, Ginny's kiss was really unforgettable......

"Okay. Ron got dressed, "I'm going to dinner, Harry." "I went out first.

"Oh. Harry continued to be in a daze.

"You're not going?" asked Seamus, who had finally washed up.

"I'm not hungry, it's still early. Harry said, lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

Looking at the stupid Harry, Seamus shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and came to the auditorium by himself, where Hermione Granger was sitting at the Gryffindor table, and Ron Weasley was happily talking about something not far away.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Ginny, looking at Ron, who was dancing with excitement on his face.

"Well, he's been drafted for the Quidditch team. Hermione said, placing a few pieces of bread and jam in front of Andrew Lee, who had just arrived.

"This ...... Never mind. Ginny said, spreading the bread with jam and taking a big bite.

"Look at this. Hermione handed a newspaper to Andrew Lee, who was seated. Andrew was in good spirits, but he had a willow leaf in his hair, and Hermione guessed he hadn't slept last night and had gone to the Forbidden Forest.

At the bottom of most of the page, Andrew saw a small section of the story headlined "Lady Morkin's Robes Store" with the headline: Increasing Severity of Ministry of Magic Security

Stoji Podmore, Chinese New Year's Eve, lives at No. 2 Golden Chain Flower Park in Krapong District, and was recently tried in the Wizengamot on charges of trespassing on the Ministry of Magic and attempting to commit sabotage on the 31st of this month. Podmore was captured by the Auror Eric Munch of the Ministry of Magic, who discovered that he had attempted to break through a level 1 secret door at one o'clock in the morning. Podmore refused to defend himself and was convicted on two counts and imprisoned for six months in a secret prison for the Ministry of Magic. More wizards were more concerned about what happened to Azkaban than about his crimes.

It looked like he had been caught, and Andrew tossed the newspaper aside with an understatement.

"You already knew?" Hermione, looking a little frightened, "he ——— you know." By the way, it's nothing, you've always been secretive, maybe you've seen the Dark Lord before, how could I not think of this..."

"Dark Lord? No, but the Death Eaters have seen quite a few. I'm not surprised at all that this wizard was arrested. Andrew continued, "The Imperius Curse can make weak-willed fools do anything. Andrew snorted coldly.

Hermione's brow furrowed even tighter.

Seeing this, Andrew suddenly rubbed Hermione's forehead with his two hands. "Don't frown all the time, Hermione. Wrinkles will grow. ”

"You already knew?" Hermione continued.

Seeing that Hermione's expression still didn't improve, Andrew continued, "Almost, Hermione. He paused, then continued, "You know, as a participant. There's a lot to think about——— even when you're sleeping, because at any moment, the Dark Lord can apparition to your bedside and give you a glowing spell. ”

"I have to think a lot every day: what to do, how to do it. How to go, who can go, who can do what, who can't do what. Whoever goes will succeed, and who has the potential to die. ”

Finally, Andrew rubbed his temples, "I don't want anyone to die, Hermione. ”

Andy ...... How can I help you?"

"Hmm, you've helped me a lot, you've been helping me all the time, whether it's the Tower of London or the Demon Pattern Formation, you've helped me a lot. ”

"Will we win?"

Andrew didn't answer immediately, he put his wand on the dining table and took out a box from inside the wizard's robe, "This is a portkey that will help us travel thousands of miles to reach safety in the snow!"

"Don't worry," Andrew said, "not only a few of us care about winning or losing this war, but there are so many forces that are stronger than us, working hard." There's a lot of homework, so we should start by writing the paper on self-pollinating bushes that Sprout assigned, and if it goes well, start practicing Professor McGonagall's non-animal summoning spell before lunch—"

Hermione smiled, "That's right, let's go." ”

By the evening, Hermione had done all her homework, and neither Harry nor Ron had made much progress on their homework.

On Sunday, it was another sunny and pleasant day, and most of the Gryffindor students were outside on the pitch enjoying what was perhaps the last bit of sunshine of the year.

By night, Harry had finally broken down.

"Hermione, can you ...... your homework?"

"Take it. Hermione happily gave him her homework - unbelievable.

Hermione sat there chatting happily with Ginny, Crookshank Hill curled up in her lap, two knitting needles dangling back and forth in front of her, knitting a pair of grotesque pixie socks.

"You, Hermione......" Ron said, "don't do that, do you?"

"You don't join the 'Elf Conservation Society' I'm not going to say anything, Ron. But leave this kind of thing to me. ”

"Okay. ”

At this time, a beautiful long-eared owl stood on the windowsill, staring at Hermione in the room with wide eyes.

"Is this Hermez?" asked Hermione, looking stunned.

"Oh my God, it's it!" Ginny whispered, standing up, "who is Percy writing to?"

He walked over and opened the window, and Hermez flew in and landed beside Hermione, stretching out a leg with a letter tied to it. Hermione untied the letter, and the owl flew away.

"That's right, it's definitely Percy's handwriting. Ginny said, sitting back in her chair and staring at the lines of the parchment scroll: Hogwarts, Gryffindor House, Hermione Granger.

He looked up at them, "What do you think?"

"Open!" Ron said eagerly.

Hermione opened the scroll of paper and read it quietly,

Dear Hermione,

I've just heard (from the Minister for Magic himself, he listened to your new teacher, Professor Umbridge), that you've become a prefect at Hogwarts.

I am very happy and surprised to hear this news, and I would like to express my congratulations to you in advance. I must admit that I have always been very optimistic about you, you and I have been all the way, and from the day you became Gryffindor I knew that you would follow in my footsteps, so you can imagine how relieved I was when I heard that you were finally determined to really take on some responsibilities and get your rightful place.

But, Hermione, I want to give you more than just congratulations, I want to give you some advice, so I'm sending this letter at night, not by the usual morning mail. I hope you read this letter without the prying eyes of others and avoid encountering embarrassing questions.

The Minister told me that you missed a bite when you were elected prefect, and I heard that you still hang out a lot with people like Harry Potter or Andrew Lee. I must tell you, Hermione, that if you continue to fight them, you are in danger of losing your prefect badge.

Yes, I'm sure you'd be surprised to hear this - you'd no doubt say that Andrew or Potter had always been Dumbledore's protégé - but I felt compelled to tell you that Dumbledore's reign at Hogwarts might not be very long, and that the authorities had very different—perhaps more accurate—views of Potter's behavior.

I won't say much here, but if you read tomorrow's issue of the Daily Prophet, you'll have a clear idea of where the wind is going to go - see if you can be sure of your position! Seriously, Hermione, you shouldn't be a friend of Potter, which may be very detrimental to your future, and I'm talking about life after school. As you must know, because it was our father who accompanied him to court, Potter was interrogated by the whole of Wizengamot this summer, and he got away with it by a few small tricks of someone.

Many of the people I spoke to still believe he was guilty. Perhaps you would not dare to disown them - and, as far as I know, Andrew Lee has some tendency to despise authority, and Potter is undoubtedly a madman - if you do have concerns about this, or find that there is something about their behaviour that disturbs you, I beg you to speak to Dolores Umbridge, who is a very sweet and easy-going woman, and I know she must be happy to give you some advice.

Speaking of which, I might as well give you one more caveat. As I mentioned earlier, Dumbledore's reign at Hogwarts may soon be over.

Hermione, you should not be loyal to him, but to the school and the Ministry of Magic. I am saddened to hear that Professor Umbridge has so far received little support from other faculty members in his efforts to implement the changes that the Ministry of Magic has strongly advocated at Hogwarts. (But she'll find the job easier next week – see tomorrow's Daily Prophet!) I'll just want to make it clear that if a student shows a willingness to help Professor Umbridge now, he's likely to be the president of the boys' student council in two years!

I'm sorry I didn't see you often during my summer vacation. I was reluctant to criticize my parents, but if they continued to mingle with the dangerous people around Dumbledore, I was afraid I would never be able to live under the same roof with them again.

If you write to my mother when—and I know you're in touch—you might as well tell her that there was a man named Stoic Podmore, a close friend of Dumbledore, who had recently been sent to a secret prison for trespassing on the Ministry. Perhaps this will make the obsessive wizards see what kind of criminals they are currently dealing with.

I consider myself fortunate to have escaped the stigma of being in the company of these men in time—the Minister has been so magnanimous to me—and so I sincerely hope that, Hermione, you will not let some of your previous misconceptions blind you to the wrong nature of my parents' beliefs and actions. I sincerely hope that one day they will realize that they were wrong, and of course, when that day comes, I will be more than willing to accept their heartfelt apologies.

Please consider very carefully what I have said, and once again congratulate you on your election as Prefect.

Your friend

Percy

"How could Percy think that......" Hermione said as she looked at Andrew.

"Is Percy insane, or is he under the Imperius Curse?" said Ginny impulsively, tearing Percy's letter in half, "he's now the biggest fool in the world." He tore the letter into four pieces, "the biggest - fool" She tore the letter into eight pieces, "fool." She threw the shredded pieces of paper into the fire.

"You're right," Ron said to Ginny, "Percy was a little stupid before, but never before, and I can't believe he's a Weasley family like me, and I'm ashamed." ”

"He's always been like that," said Ron, grinning, "pretending to be old-fashioned, like to lecture others, thinking that everyone else is a fool, and he forgot the saying that you are the biggest fool when you think everyone else is a fool...... Forget it, I need to hurry up and do my homework. Seeing that Ginny's anger seemed to be about to explode, Ron hurriedly shut up.