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At breakfast, he couldn't be seen at all, Hermione anxiously asked Harry if he was still angry and could he ask Harry to apologize on his behalf, Harry frowned, reassuring Hermione that Ron wouldn't be angry for too long, Hermione nodded sadly.

However, Vio then followed in on the herbal medicine class that he hadn't caught up with because he had staggered other times, knowing that the matter wasn't that simple at all.

Ron barely spoke to Hermione throughout the herb class, even though he, Harry, Vio, and Hermione were conducting the experiments in groups of four.

"How's Spotted?" asked Hermione timidly, as they peeled the pods and placed the shiny beans in a barrel.

"It's hiding under my bed, shivering all the time. If it weren't for Doug accompanying it, it would probably be scared to death!" Ron said angrily, shaking his hand, missing the shot, and withdrawing the beans from the floor of the conservatory.

"Beware, Weasley, beware!" Professor Sprout exclaimed, as the beans blossomed before their eyes.

The second class after that was a transfiguration class that was temporarily arranged together.

Harry took advantage of Hermione's explanation to Ron and secretly consulted with VIO about his determination to ask Professor McGonagall after class if he could go to Hogsmeade with everyone.

Vio questioned the success of the matter, but Harry was eager to go to Hogsmeade on weekends like everyone else, arguing that he wasn't afraid of Sirius and that Hogsmeade would be surrounded by Dementor guards.

So he lined up in the classroom, thinking about what he should say.

Vio waited for him to return.

However, the commotion at the front of the group attracted the attention of two people, and even Ron and Hermione were drawn over.

Gryffindor's Lavender Brown seemed to be crying.

Parvati, her best friend, wrapped her arms around her shoulders and was explaining something to Simophnegan and Dean Thomas, both of whom were serious.

"What's the matter, Lavender?" asked Hermione, anxiously and enthusiastically.

"She received a letter from home this morning," Parvati whispered, "that her rabbit Binki had been bitten to death by a fox. ”

"Oh," said Hermione, "it's a pity, Lavender. ”

"I should have known a long time ago!" said Rajward sadly, "do you know what day it is?"

"Oh?" Hermione said in confusion, "the anniversary of the Mining Dwarf Rebellion in the Levore Mountains?"

Lavender ignored her and continued to cry sadly.

"Oh, what are you thinking!" Parvati glanced at Hermione reproachfully and said, "October 16th!" The thing you were afraid of, it will happen on October 16th!'

Well, Vio instantly understood that "she" here was clearly Professor Trelawney, who would "prophesy". Presumably, during one of her recent absences from a divination class, Professor Trelawney had made some prophecy to her loyal fans.

Now, the whole class is gathered around Lavender.

Seamus smacked his head solemnly.

Hermione hesitated, and then she said, "You, are you afraid that Binki will be eaten by a fox?"

"Well, it doesn't have to be a fox," Lavender said, looking up at Hermione with tears in his eyes, "but I'm obviously afraid she's going to die." Isn't it?"

"Oh. Hermione said. She paused again, as if to consider what she meant in plain language, so that everyone could understand why the so-called "prophecy" would "come true."

And then......

"Is Binki an old rabbit?" asked Hermione cautiously.

"No, no!" Lavender said, sobbing. "It's still a bunny!"

Parvati's arms tightened around Lavender's shoulders.

"Then why are you afraid of it dying?" said Hermione.

Parvati glared at her.

"Well, let's look at this logically," Hermione said as she turned to the group, "I mean, Binki didn't even die today, right, Lavender only got the news today......"

Lavender wept aloud.

"And she can't have been worrying about it all the time, because it really shocked her......"

"Ignore Hermione, Lavender. Ron exclaimed, "She doesn't think other people's pets matter. ”

At that moment, Professor McGonagall opened the door to the classroom, but fortunately it did, as Hermione and Ron were glaring at each other.

When they entered the classroom, the two men sat on opposite Harry. We didn't talk to each other throughout the class.

When the bell rang, Harry didn't make up his mind to ask Professor McGonagall, but she brought up Hogsmeade first.

"Wait a minute!" she shouted, as the whole class was leaving the classroom.

"You," she said, looking at some of the students in front of her, "it's all from my house, and you should give me the application form by Halloween." If you don't turn in the form, don't go to Hogsmeade. So, don't forget!"

Neville raised his hand.

"Professor, I, I think I lost that watch......"

"Your grandmother gave me the watch directly, Longbottom," said Professor McGonagall, "and she seems to think it would be safer to do so. Well, nothing more. You can leave. ”

"Go ahead and ask. Ron hissed to Harry.

"Oh, but ......," Hermione began.

"Go, Harry. Ron said stubbornly.

Harry waited until everyone was gone before nervously walking over to Professor McGonagall's desk.

"Hmm, Potter?"

Harry took a deep breath.

"Professor, my aunt and uncle, oh, forgot to sign my application form. He said.

Professor McGonagall looked at him from above her square glasses, but said nothing.

"So, oh, do you think it's okay, I mean, can I, if I go to Hogsmeade, okay?"

Professor McGonagall withdrew her gaze and began to rummage through the papers on the table.

"I'm afraid I can't, Potter," she said, "and you heard what I just said. If you don't submit the form, don't go. This is the rule. ”

"But, Professor, my aunt and uncle, you know, they're all Muggles, and they don't really understand Hogwarts' forms and personnel. Harry said, Ron nodding his head in encouragement.

"If you say I can go ......"

"But I wouldn't say that. Professor McGonagall said. She stood up and neatly placed her paper in a drawer.

"The application form clearly states that the consent of the parent or guardian must be obtained. She turned to look at him with a strange look on her face. "I'm sorry, Potter, but it's my final decision. You'd better hurry up, or you'll be late for the next lesson. (To be continued.) "Elegy for Glory" only represents the author's point of view, if its content is found to be in violation of national laws and conflicts, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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