Next to Ron, Harry yawned.

The recent training was indeed a bit tiring, and he really wanted to just go to sleep, but his astrological chart was not finished yet.

He pulled his bag over, took out parchment, ink, and quill, and began to do his homework.

"You can copy me if you want." Ron said, marking the last star on his chart with a single wave, and pushing it to Harry.

Hermione was not in favor of plagiarism, and she couldn't help but pout, but didn't say anything.

Crookshank still stared at Ron without blinking, gently waging the tip of its hairy tail. Then, without saying a word, it rushed over and struck suddenly.

"Oh!" Ron let out a yell, snatching his bag - he saw that Crookshank's four paws were already firmly gripping it, and it was beginning to bite viciously.

"Let go, you stupid brute!"

Ron struggled to snatch the bag back from under the claws of Crook Mountain, but it still clung to it, biting the corners of its mouth foaming.

"Ron, don't hurt it!" Hermione screamed, and the whole lounge was watching the excitement.

Ron spun around with his bag, Crookshank still holding on.

Suddenly, Spotted jumped out of the top of his bag.

"Catch that cat!" Ron shouted.

At this moment, Crookshan let go of his bag and jumped onto the table, chasing the frightened Mouse-Spotted.

George Weasley lunged over to grab Crookshank, but he didn't; Spotted scurried around in the common room, and at once rushed to the bottom of a large cabinet.

Crookshan stopped abruptly, crouched low, and reached under the cabinet with his front paws in a rage.

Ron and Hermione hurriedly ran over. Hermione grabbed Crookshank by the waist and lifted it up with great difficulty to place it somewhere else; Ron lay on the ground, and with great difficulty, grabbed Spotted's tail and pulled it out.

"Look!" He dangled it in front of her a few times, and yelled at Hermione angrily, "It's skinny and skinny!" Don't let that cat get near it! ”

"Crookshank didn't know it was doing it wrong!" Hermione's voice trembled a little, "All cats scratch rats, Ron—"

"This beast is a little weird!" Ron struggled to get the frantically struggling Spotted back into his bag and said loudly, "It heard me say Spotted is in my bag!" ”

"Oh, that's," Hermione argued, "Crookshank Mountain will smell it, Ron, and you think it will—"

Everyone around them couldn't help but start laughing.

"That cat just stares at Spotted!" Ron ignored the laughter as he interrupted Hermione again, "Spotted was here first, and it's sick!" ”

With that, Ron strode across the common room and upstairs to the boys' dormitory.

The next morning, it was Gryffindor and Hufflepuff's herbal class. But in class, Ron was still angry with Hermione.

At this point they were peeling the pods and putting the shiny beans in a wooden barrel.

"How's Blob?" Hermione asked cautiously.

Whatever the reason, Crookshank's attempt to catch Spotted did happen. And that dirty rat is, after all, Ron's pet.

Hermione was sorry for that, too.

"It's hiding under my bed, shivering all the time." Ron said angrily.

His hand shook and he didn't hit the barrel and withdrew the beans from the floor of the conservatory.

"Beware, Weasley, beware!" Professor Sprout exclaimed.

In the blink of an eye, turquoise vines spread all over the floor. In a short time, the floor of the greenhouse was full of shiny lilac flowers, and wisps of cold air wafted out of the stamens.

Not far away, Maca bent down and took a closer look at the flowers on the ground.

"Professor Sprout, are these crampons a new variety?" After a moment, he straightened up and asked Sprout.

"Oh yes - it's my modification, it's beautiful, isn't it?"

Professor Sprout, who was cleaning up the greenhouse with his wand, took the moment to look back and smile.

"It's really beautiful." Maca nodded.

As Maca looked at the flowers left and right, Harry suddenly leaned in.

"Wood always wanted me to ask you – oh, the captain of our team – and he wanted to know, are you really not playing in the Quidditch Cup this year?" Harry asked quietly.

"Huh? Yes, not participating. Maca shook her head, "There's too much to do, but—"

"But what?" Harry asked hurriedly.

"I mean, I'll go cheer you on." Maca patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "You're a great flyer, no worse than Cedric from our house...... Of course, Cedric is also very strong, and I'm telling you the truth. ”

"Oh—since you say that—" Harry smiled, "I'll do my best!" ”

The next lesson for the badgers is a divination class.

Speaking of which, Professor Trelawney, who was always chattering and prophesy bad things, didn't seem to have paid attention to Maca since the first class.

But in this class, Maca inexplicably became the focus of her prophecy.

"Oh, Mr. McLean, I have to say-" Professor Trelawney's big eyes stared at the crystal ball in front of him, looking at the white mist flowing inside, "In the near future, darkness will fall, and ominous will return......"

She shuddered suddenly, as if she was afraid of something.

She exclaimed, "Oh! It's horrible! Someone is going to die! Someone-"

Trelawney jerked his grip on the table, her eyes widening and her hands trembling.

Maca was confused by what she said—to be honest, he didn't know whether to trust Trelawney or not, but he asked anyway just in case.

"Who's going to return?" He said calmly, "Voldemort? ”

Seeing that Maca blurted out this name without any scruples, many pure-blooded little wizards subconsciously covered their mouths.

But Trelawney shook her head vigorously, and her long, slightly curly hair was thrown back and back.

"No...... Trust me, it's better not to say it...... Don't say it......" she leaned on the edge of the table and walked away.

Maca sat there with a frown and pondered for a moment, then finally shook her head.

"Either way, it's never a bad thing to be prepared...... he muttered under his breath, "anytime, anywhere." ”

After a while, it was time for the end of class.

While they were exchanging their frightening prophecy to Maca about Trelawney's revelation to Maca, and were about to go to the auditorium for today's lunch, Professor Sprout suddenly opened the door to the classroom and walked in.

"I was busy dealing with the crampons on the ground just now, and I forgot to mention something!" She gasped slightly, "Remember to give me the application before Halloween - you can't go to Hogsmeade without it." So, hurry up! ”

"Oh, yes, you have to pay a ......form to get to Hogsmeade," Marka blinked, "I've gotten used to it, and I've forgotten about it." ”

The thought only lingered in Maca's mind for a maximum of two seconds before he was thrown out of his mind again.

Where do you want him to get an autograph? Looking for Dumbledore to sign?

However, at this moment, on the other side of the Transfiguration classroom, Harry, who was in the same situation as Marca, was not at all as free as him.

Although Harry had already decided to ask Professor McGonagall, he had been thinking about the time of the class for a while, but he still couldn't make up his mind.

It wasn't until just now, when Professor McGonagall reminded everyone to turn in the form as soon as possible, that he mustered up the courage at Ron's urging.

"Go and ask." Ron whispered to Harry.

"Oh, but—" Hermione clearly disagreed.

"Go, Harry." Ron stubbornly urged.

Harry waited until everyone was gone before slowly "moving" to Professor McGonagall's desk.

"Hmm, Potter?"

Harry took a deep breath.

"Professor, my aunt and uncle...... Oh...... They forgot to sign my application form. He said nervously.

Professor McGonagall looked at him from above the lenses and said nothing.

"So...... Oh...... Do you think it will work...... I mean, can I ...... What if I go to Hogsmeade? ”

Professor McGonagall withdrew her gaze and rummaged 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! They don't really understand...... Understand Hogwarts forms and activities. Harry struggled to think of the right words, "If you say I can go......"

Ron nodded vigorously to encourage him.

"But I'm not going to say that." Professor McGonagall said.

She stood up and neatly placed her paper in a drawer.

"The application clearly states that the consent of a 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 miss lunch. ”

This is obviously irretrievable.

Ron scolded Professor McGonagall for many nasty things, much to Hermione's annoyance; She deliberately put a "finally finished" expression on her face, which made Ron even more angry.

And the classmates were talking happily and loudly about what they would do when they went to Hogsmeade.

Harry endured this in silence with a full depression.

"There's always going to be a feast," Ron tried to cheer Harry up, patting Harry, "You know, Halloween dinners are always lavish. ”

"yes," said Harry gloomily, "it must be great. ”