Gawain stayed at the lake for a long time, and Ferenze stayed for a long time, until Cecilia, the unicorn, kicked Gawain impatiently, and he returned to the castle.

After all, he didn't rub a big fireball and blow up the nest of the eight-eyed giant spider as he had originally thought. Of course, this is not because of sympathy.

"As for spiders, maybe you should ask Hagrid for his opinion first. ”

Before parting, Ferenze looked at Gawain seriously.

But at least Gawain recognized one truth.

- He's not stupid.

Because stupid people don't catch colds.

Friday morning auditorium.

"Gawain, you'll need to take a look at Madam Pomfrey!

Hermione looked at Gawain with a resolute attitude.

"Jane, spare me... Her potion there is going to keep me from eating all weekend!"

Gawain refused even more resolutely.

As much he admired Madam Pomfrey's medical skills, he was more afraid of the taste of her potions. He couldn't understand why just ordinary disinfectant could become as terrifying as a witch's potion in her hands.

"I don't think Professor Snape will be on leave because I have a cold, and it's almost the weekend, so I'll be fine for a day. ”

He added some scrambled eggs for himself.

"What are you talking about? You certainly can't stay in bed on the weekend! You're going to Ms. Goshak's launch of the new revised version of the Standard Spell!"

Hermione stared dangerously at Gawain.

She crossed her arms and said as a matter of course.

"That's a rare opportunity! Think about how many Charms Masters will be there, and what magical spells she will teach!"

"But I can't leave Hogwarts yet, can I? ”

Gawain felt confused.

He's got a pretty good idea of what he's done for the weekend – wake up naturally, take a lot of puddings to a picnic by the lake, and hang out at the castle in the evening.

"Of course not! But Professor McGonagall said yes!" Hermione said with a smug eyebrow and a cute smile, "When I went to Professor McGonagall's office, I mentioned in passing that you had been invited. ”

She pronounced the words "by the way" with extra clarity.

"Oh, this is a rare opportunity, and you'll need it when you apply for a scholarship for Mr. White! And, Miss Granger, if you have time, why don't you join us?"

Hermione followed Professor McGonagall's example, straightened her face, and said seriously.

"Jane..."

Gawain felt that the precious weekend had been given wings and flown to the distant horizon - the place you could see, but never reached.

"So, if you're in a hurry, there's still time to catch the Potions class after visiting Madam Pomfrey. ”

At Hermione's urging, Gawain desperately ate the remaining scrambled eggs on his plate and hurried towards the medical wing.

It turns out.

In addition to his lack of talent in herbal medicine, Gawain can at least be regarded as accurate.

Madam Pomfrey's potion was still unpalatable, like a large glass of hot pepper water had been shoved into his throat, and Gawain was late for Potions class.

Even though Hermione explained it to him, Professor Snape was never one to forgive.

"Mr. White, since you are arrogant enough to think you can boil potions without my explanation, why don't you just do it?"

Professor Snape punished Gawain for not allowing him to borrow notes while boiling potions, but he kept standing by Gawain's pot.

Whenever Gawain didn't do what he did, he would point it out mercilessly and ask Gawain to redo it from scratch.

"This old bat!

After class, when Ron whispered a complaint that Snape had deducted five points for accidentally getting the wrong ratio of slugs, Gawain nodded his head for the first time.

However, Madam Pomfrey's potion did work, and by the afternoon, his fever had largely subsided, and only his throat was still a little uncomfortable.

This gave Gawain a little courage to survive the "cram school" at night. Snape asked Gawain to help brew a potion called the "Booster Potion", and wanted him to measure the steps and each piece of material.

"Mr. White, I hope you're serious enough about this. Otherwise, Year 3 students will have an unforgettable lesson. ”

"Of course, Professor. Good night, Professor. ”

Gawain closed the door and went back to Gryffindor Tower.

Even though he went back to his dorm as early as he could, and woke up as late as he could, he was there on Saturday.

Changing into the best shirt Elsa had prepared for him, Gawain put on a blue-black wizard's robe over the outside, which would make him look more energetic.

After checking in the mirror to make sure there was nothing wrong with him, he grabbed only two sandwiches from the table and hurried to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Yes, Mr. White, it looks like you understand the importance of today. Miss Granger emphasized your efforts many times before I agreed with her and asked Professor Dumbledore for the opportunity. ”

Professor McGonagall had already arrived, and she looked Gawain up and down for a moment, the corners of her mouth pursing slightly.

Hermione, who was on the side, turned her head a little embarrassed, apparently Professor McGonagall's words revealed that she was not so "passing".

Today, Hermione finally threw away the terrible backpack that looked so heavy, and looked a lot easier.

She changed into a plain green robe and tied a silver belt around her neck. The hairstyle is undoubtedly carefully groomed, because it is not fluffy at all.

Contrary.

They were scattered in the back of Hermione's head.

It is finished to grow up to a long state.

Gawain even wanted to ask "Who are you?"

"Apparition is forbidden in Hogwarts, so we'll be heading to Diagon Alley via Floo Powder. You all know what St. Mungo's spokesman, Rutherph Burke, said?"

Professor McGonagall removed a small bowl from the fireplace, filled with grayish-black powder that looked like soot.

"Uh... A spoonful is only two silver sico, stop throwing runi snake fangs powder into the fire, and don't blow yourself out of the chimney again!

Gawain recalled for a moment before answering.

Hearing Gawain's words, Professor McGonagall's hand clenched the bowl so tightly that she almost didn't squeeze it.

"What I meant was that Floo Powder was under the management of the Ministry of Magic, and the formula was strictly controlled, so you must not try to crack it. But this way..."

She pursed her lips and shoved the bowl to Gawain.

Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, Gawain obediently took a handful and handed it to Hermione, and grabbed it himself. They followed Professor McGonagall into the fireplace.

"Blotted Bookstore!"

Gawain said clearly.

Sudden flames engulfed him.