At the beginning of the Christmas holidays, Fred and George went home for the holidays, and to paraphrase them, this was the time to leave their books behind and have a good time.

In the quiet of the Gryffindor saloon, Harry found it hard not to care about the rat Peter had turned into, lured by the smell of food, peculiarly poking his head out of Ron's pocket, intoxicated by the scent of the air,

"What's going on, Harry?" Ron asked, confused, "You've been looking at Spotted today?"

"Oh, nothing," Harry shook his head quickly, he lied, "I was just thinking about Buckbeak, you know, they eat insects or small mammals......

"Hey—" Ron exclaimed dissatisfied, though he asked with some confusion, "Why are you suddenly so interested in magical creature conservation?"

"Speaking of Buckbeak, is there any news from the Ministry of Magic on the official notice of this?" Lawrence said this, giving Harry another warning look, and Crookshank let out a "purr" cry,

"I don't know--um," Harry stood up, "I think we should go to Hagrid?"

"Oh, Harry, I haven't finished the book yet." Hermione said hesitantly,

"Very well, let's go," Ron said, "lest this stupid cat might be spotted again."

"Crookhill wouldn't be like this—" Hermione protested, but she closed her books and followed Harry and Ron out of the Gryffindor saloon,

"It's time for us to go, Crookshank." Lawrence grabbed his backpack and said in a brisk tone,

"Meow—" Crookhill let out a rare meow, and the man and the cat left the Gryffindor sorney and walked towards the fourth floor, where Snape was already waiting for him in front of the hunchbacked statue of the one-eyed old woman,

"You're late." Snape said with a cold face, and he tossed a jug to Lawrence, "I think you know how to use it?"

"Oh, of course." Lawrence said that when he saw that Snape was still where he was, he deliberately asked, "What? You're going with me?"

"Hmph, I hope you're wrong," Snape said ill-intentionally, turning away, "and hopefully you'll have a little finger left for us to collect."

"Left and right separation." After confirming that Snape was gone, Lawrence tapped the statue with his wand, and its bulging back opened a small passage, and Crookshante jumped into it first, and Lawrence climbed in with him, and he lit his wand and walked along the wet and cold tunnel for a long time, and they came to an old staircase, and climbed up the staircase until the end of the staircase, which was covered by wooden planks.

"Do you think what Snape gave me works?" Lawrence asked Crookshan, who threw the last ingredients into the kettle, raised his head and drank it, feeling the changes in his body stop, he fumbled to open his backpack and couldn't help but complain, "What a nuisance."

The next day, Lawrence and Harry woke up early in the morning, and they talked while eating breakfast in the empty hall.

"I haven't met him," Lawrence said, "and it's not realistic to expect to meet him at this stage."

"Well, I hope it works." Harry said,

"How did you go to Hagrid's house yesterday?" Lawrence asked,

"It sucks," Harry said, "Hagrid is fine, but Buckbeak has a hearing before the Dangerous Biological Committee."

"So what are you going to do?" Lawrence asked, as Hermione and Ron appeared at the entrance to the hall,

"We're going to look it up in the library today." Harry replied, "Are you going to go today?"

"Of course, I'm leaving," Lawrence said, grabbing his backpack and standing up to leave, "Come on."

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On Christmas Day, when Lawrence hurried to the dining room, he found that the teachers and students were all around a table. Trelawney was grinding beside her seat, unwilling to sit down,

"Thank you, Merlin, Lawrence," Dunburidor smiled, waving his wand and conjuring up another chair, "so that we have fourteen, Sybil."

"Sit down, Sybil," said Professor McGonagall coldly, for it was well known that she did not appreciate the subject of divination, "and the ham was going to be cold."

When they had eaten and drunk their fill, they got up and walked out of the dining room, and Harry finally couldn't wait to tell Lawrence about the gift he had received.

"I got a rocket crossbow for Christmas—" Harry was excited,

"It's the best broom in the world." Ron said enviously,

They uttered the secret words and climbed into the entrance where the portrait was exposed, and Harry and Ron took the rocket crossbow to the saloon, where they sat and admired the broomstick from different angles, until the portrait opened again and Hermione and Professor McGonagall appeared in the saloon.

"Miss Granger told me you received a new broomstick, Potter." Professor McGonagall stared at the rocket crossbow and said that Harry and Ron were both looking at Hermione, which made Hermione blush,

"I think I'll have to look at it," Professor McGonagall asked, picking up the rocket crossbow and asking, "No note?" Card? Or any message?"

"No—" Harry said uneasily,

"Then I think I'm probably going to take him away, Potter." Professor McGonagall said,

"What, Professor?" Harry was startled,

"I'll have to take it back and examine it," Professor McGonagall said, "of course, I'm not an expert, I'll ask Mrs. Hooch and Professor Flitwick to take it apart and take it apart."

"Tear it apart?" Ron stared at Professor McGonagall in disbelief, like she's crazy,

"The professor and I think it's probably Blake—" Hermione said, but her face was still red, "You think that's the same thing, Lawrence?"

"But Professor, you should know—" Harry said dumbfounded,

"Hmm—" Lawrence kicked Harry at the bottom of the table,

"Oh, Potter, of course I know how important this is to our house's Quidditch matches." Professor McGonagall interrupted Harry and gave him a stern look, "It's just a necessary check."

"Oh, yes Professor, it's important for our Quidditch game," Harry came back to his senses, he almost slipped his lips and quickly remedied, "I don't think there's anything wrong with it—"

"You can't be sure, Potter," Professor McGonagall said, "unless you use it to fly, but that's impossible, and if we're sure it's not dangerous, I'll give it back to you."

Professor McGonagall spun on her heels and left the saloon with her rocket crossbow, and Harry and Ron woke up from a dream when the image "bumped" and shut.

"What have you done?" Ron yelled at Hermione,

"As I said, Professor McGonagall and I think it's probably from Black." Hermione blushed and stood up to face Ron, and she turned to ask again, "You think so too, don't you, Lawrence?"

"Don't get into my quarrel," Lawrence rolled his eyes,

"Hey—" Ron let out a triumphant shout,

"But I think it's possible." Lawrence said, causing Ron's shouting to come to an abrupt halt, and Lawrence turned to Harry and said, "But you also have to understand that this is just in case, Harry."

Harry nodded silently, looking at Hermione who had left as if he had won the battle, he wanted to tell Hermione everything and let her know that what he was thinking was not right, and then Harry suddenly realized how difficult it was to have such a secret in his heart.

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The holidays ended, and when the semester began, strange rumors began to circulate in the school that some students had seen Harry in Hogsmeade Village during the holidays. Potter, as everyone knows, Harry. Potter was not given permission to go there, (note 1)

Of course, the announcements made by Mrs. Pince and several professors in the library proved that Harry. Potter did not leave the school, which dispelled many doubts, but there were also those who disputed it. On more than one occasion, Malfoy declared in the hall that Harry was Dunburydo's favorite student, and knew that it was possible to escape the secret passage of the school.

January passed quickly, and February came, and the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw drew closer.

"There hasn't been much progress on the project." At noon that day, behind a bookshelf in the library, Lawrence whispered to Harry, "What about you, how did you learn the Patronus Spell?"

"It sucks," Harry said dejectedly, "I can only barely summon a vague silver mist."

"You're going to practice today, right? Actually, all you need to do is confront them for a short time," Lawrence said, "and a vague Patronus is enough to buy time to get back to the surface safely."

"I hope so," said Harry, "what sound seems to be behind you?"

"Hermione is still in the library at this time?" Lawrence poked his head out from behind the bookshelf and quickly retracted,

"Because of the rocket crossbow, Hermione usually avoids going back to the saloon now," Harry said, "of course, I'll have to go back when the library closes."

"You didn't tell them, did you?" Lawrence raised an eyebrow and asked, "You shouldn't be like this, she's just kind of it."

"If I had told her, it wouldn't have happened." Harry said sadly,

"Then you pray that the plan will go well, so that you can tell them soon." Lawrence said that he and Harry quietly left the library, and then each left in a different direction.

That night, Harry excitedly stepped into Gryffindor Tower with a rocket crossbow, and he was immediately surrounded by a crowd of people who wanted to see the best broom in the world, and Ron, with a sheet, rushed out of the dormitory, interrupting the excited crowd.

"Behold—" shouted Ron, who threw the sheets in front of Hermione,

"This is—" Hermione asked tremblingly,

"Blood—look at this." Ron yelled, and he sprinkled a handful of things on the sheets, which were the cat fur of Crook Hill,

Harry and Lawrence looked at each other in horror, they thought it was the same thing, Lawrence nodded to Harry, he pushed away the portrait and took out the map, and walked towards the headmaster's office in Dunburydo.

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Author's words: I must say that it is a bit difficult to maintain the daily shift, and we have to take another subject next week, and we will postpone the completion of this subject before it passes......

Note 1: It's possible to go shopping in Hogsmeade Village on a magical family holiday.

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