As Vio ran about halfway through the open grass, Ginny suddenly spun out from behind the coop. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

She was followed by the tall Hagrid, and the two of them walked out one after the other, to the vegetable patch of Hagrid's hut next to her.

Vio paused and looked around, and there was only a beating willow with several bandages tied nearby.

Without hesitation, she ran towards the beating willow, hiding behind its trunk, which required several people to surround her.

Ginny, who seemed to be fertilizing the vegetable patch, walked ahead, carrying a long-handled, pointed-tipped hoe in one hand, turning over the soil from time to time, and in the other hand she wore a burlap glove and took a handful of powder and sprinkled it down.

Hagrid followed her, carrying in both hands a large wooden barrel—taller than Ginny's, and looked like a bathtub.

When Ginny had finished the powder in her hand, she turned around and went to the barrel to get a little more.

When she turned around, Vio saw her face clearly, and the expression was normal, not confused or trance.

The pace is also very solid, not as shaky as before, like a tumbler.

From time to time, she turned back to talk to Hagrid, and Hagrid's laughter could still be faintly heard.

Vio gave up and continued to follow, but she didn't let down her vigilance.

She returned to the fourth greenhouse, but the glass door was closed, and the back of the door was covered with plants, and she couldn't see anything.

Professor Sprout's third greenhouse should have started the second class in the afternoon.

Vio thought for a moment, and used his wand to write a row of messages on the ground outside the fourth greenhouse - these messages would conjure up golden lights and shadows every once in a while, and release them into the air to attract attention, and the spell was a transformation of the model of Peach Heart's magic.

Vio's magic is not strong enough, and the effect of this spell lasts for about three days.

One can only expect Linnaeus, as Professor Sprout's assistant, to come here often to take a look, and then find that his earmuffs have been taken away by VIO.

Although it is not very safe to do so, it is a pity that after knowing each other for more than a year, Vio finds that she still does not know how to contact Linnaeus - she does not seem to have thought about how to meet Linnaeus outside of chance encounters.

She couldn't figure out exactly where the Hufflepuff common room was going - she was too busy to find the kitchen, which was next to the secret passage to Hufflepuff.

Ten minutes later, Vio returned to the Slytherin common room.

As soon as he walked into the lounge, Vio's eyes were flooded with overwhelming green.

The cellar was dimly lit all year round, and the flames dancing in the serpentine candlesticks and lampshades were dim, but it was still the same, but it gave it a tone that was completely different from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Since there were not many people who had no classes this afternoon, most of the high-backed armchairs in the common room were empty, except for three or two girls nestled in the corners whispering and occasionally smiling.

Despite Vio's love for the rare tranquility, she hurried through the hall, turning the Slytherin portrait back to her lonely tentacles that jutted out like a castle to the bottom of the Black Lake.

The first thing Vio did when she returned was to dig out the diary that she had stored at the bottom of her suitcase from the closet stacked at the entrance of the room.

The black cover of the diary has a smooth surface, and there is a chill to the touch, which makes VIO shiver involuntarily in a season like September.

She wanted to open the journal, but her fingers slid over it and she still couldn't make up her mind: if she wrote on the journal, the soul inside would find out.

Communicating with Tom Riddle is undoubtedly a dangerous thing to do - never underestimate the strength of your opponent and the speed at which things can change, this is an unforgettable lesson that VIO learned from being tied up and brought into the tunnels by Quirrell at the end of last semester.

After a pause, she finally took the journal out of her suitcase and locked it in the drawer of her desk.

At this moment, there was a sudden and unexpected knock on the door outside the house.

Her dormitory had a separate passage leading into the middle of the lake, and she didn't know much of Slytherin's female classmates other than Daphne and Pansy. Could it be them?

Vio quickly pounced on the wall cabinet and locked it securely, and put away the key. Then he straightened up and looked around the room to make sure nothing suspicious was outside, and then went to open the door.

Standing outside was a third person.

"Hey, you're here," said the golden-haired first-grader, who seemed hesitant to grin with her teeth, but finally gave up thinking and continued talking.

"Hello, my name is Bailey, Bailey Shafiq (Shafiq) my cousin, well, you probably know, it's Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, and he said it was hard to meet you, so let me send you a letter-"

Vio looked at her demeanor and remembered that day when he forcibly hugged her out of nowhere, and was embarrassed to look away. She lowered her head and said "um" twice, then stopped talking.

The little girl was no longer restrained, and laughed out loud: "Massa also told me to be careful, saying that you hate Slytherin the most, but I guess, you are just shy!"

"Huh?" Vio looked up in surprise and met the little girl's Sunflower-like smiling face, and inexplicably laughed along.

"Don't forget to go to the pitch at eight o'clock tonight for the Quidditch tryouts—" Bailey advised, "and I'll go and cheer you on as a warm hug! ”

VIO looked at Bailey's brisk back and felt a lot of pressure - was she about to perform her clumsy broomstick riding skills in front of such a lively and cute little girl?

Vio thought that her parents had taken care of everything for her - which book said that Slytherin's Malfoy bribed the goal team, so she didn't even think about the Slytherin team and the selection of players.

"Hey-Bailey!" Vio shouted at Bailey, who had already run to the end of the corridor, "Wait, I have a confinement tonight, can I go back another day-" Bailey's figure flashed at the end of the corridor and disappeared.

"-Or, let Flint pass it outright, and if he did, I swear I'd be very grateful to him." Vio stared at the empty corridor and said to himself weakly.

Wu Sheng is full of surprises - she has to deal with Hogwarts studies, find opportunities to strengthen herself, and come up with a way to place Horcruxes, and she is very busy.

But now, because of an excuse for summer vacation, there is one more extracurricular activity that I am not good at.

If Potions and flying lessons were put together, Vio would rather be by Snape's taunts and torture than ride a broomstick to the skies.

She smiled wryly and pulled out the note that the Santriel couple had written for herself, then took out a badge from her clothes and placed the cornflower on the badge with the cornflower pattern in the lower right corner of the note.

The moment the badge came into contact with the paper, a dazzling white light burst out, and it quickly weakened and disappeared.

At the same time, lines of text slowly appeared on the note, which were Mr. Santriel's relatively stable and sophisticated old-fashioned flowery characters:

Dear VIO,

Sweetheart, I hope you didn't throw away this empty note that looks like nothing.

I learned from Sigoness that she gave you a liaison badge for our family and taught you how to use it. Hence the attempt to send you this empty note.

Of course, there won't be anything too important to tell you here.

Your mother and I couldn't help but celebrate with a bottle of Bodigara from the cellar at the thought of the smile you would have on when you opened the package.

I'm ashamed that my flying lessons in school were a mess, and Mrs. Hodge always thinks about it long before she sees that I am allowed to ride a broomstick—and you, Uncle Lucius, are the opposite, and I was laughed at at a time.

This Quidditch team selection is a great opportunity, and Merlin will bless you with success, preferably better than Draco (don't be pressured, it's not necessary). I've heard that the kid has been climbing on the broomstick since he was seven years old and playing by himself, and you obviously have less time to practice than he does).

Cassie and I are waiting for good news from you - we'll open another bottle of champagne for you at home.

Love you, Father

"I have to hope that Merlin is really alive and willing to bless me. Vio puffed out his cheeks and took a deep breath, then let out a long exhale, "On the bright side, there's a reason to stay away from Lockhart's chatter tonight." ”