"Huh? What to deal with? Harry wondered.

"She's going to have so many classes!" Ron's eyes widened, "This morning, I heard her talking to Professor Victor, the witch who taught arithmetic divination - they were talking about yesterday's lesson, but Hermione couldn't have gone to arithmetic divination class yesterday because she was with us in a lesson on protecting magical creatures!" ”

"And Ernie McMillan told me that Hermione never missed a Muggle studies class, but that class conflicted with divination class half the time, and she never missed a scry class!"

Harry didn't have time to discuss Hermione's unworkable timetable, and he had to hurry up and finish Snape's paper.

But Ron kept chattering around him, which made him very depressed.

As for Maca, no one knew what he was up to, but he had been running to the headmaster's office lately, which made him look more hurried than Hermione.

Harry and Ron had only met him a few times.

I have to say that they all feel that every time they see Maka, they find that he looks more tired than the last time.

"What happened to him and Hermione?"

One day, Harry and Ron were walking towards the common room, and Ron couldn't help but complain.

"Who knows?"

Harry answered the order, slipped through the doorway, and immediately saw Hermione still behind her pile of books.

"May I sit down?" Harry asked Hermione.

"I think so." Hermione said, removing a large sheet of parchment from a chair.

Harry looked at the messy table, then at the long, uninked treatise on arithmetic divination, then at the longer paper on Muggle studies, and at the magical translation that Hermione was working on.

"Explain why Muggles need electricity?" Ron stepped forward, looked at the Muggle research paper, and read word by word.

Hermione reached out and rolled it up—its ink was dry.

"Okay...... Oh! It's time for me to feed Spotted with tonics! Ron suddenly exclaimed, "Earlier Maca gave me another vial, it worked!" ”

Hermione ignored him, but Harry waved at him.

“…… So, how can you handle so many things? When Ron was gone, Harry turned back and asked.

"Oh, well- you know- work hard." Hermione, though a little distracted, at least showed that she didn't care.

Harry got closer and realized that she looked almost as tired as Maca.

"Why do you study two more subjects?" Harry asked.

At this moment, Hermione picked up another book and searched for her magic dictionary.

"I can't do it!" Hermione said casually.

Harry picked up the paper on arithmetic and divination, and after a few glances at it, he felt a little dizzy - the number table and the various calculations on it were too complicated.

"Arithmetic divination looks really scary......" Harry said with a frown.

"Oh no! Arithmetic divination is wonderful! Hermione gave a sincere expression, "Arithmetic divination is one of my favorite subjects!" It's ......"

Although Hermione gave him a detailed explanation, Harry still didn't understand what was so wonderful about arithmetic divination.

At this moment, a muffled shout came from the stairs of the boys' dormitory. There was no one talking in the whole common room, and everyone was full of fear as she stared at the door.

The sound of hurried footsteps, getting louder and louder, and then ......

Ron jumped into everyone's sight, with a sheet hidden with him.

"Look!" He roared and strode over to Hermione's table, "Look! ”

Ron screamed, shaking the sheet in front of her.

"Ron, what are you looking at——?"

"Spotted! See! Spotted! ”

Hermione took a few steps back, dodging Ron, who was completely overwhelmed by the twisted face.

Harry looked over at the sheet Ron was holding—there was something red on it, it looked horrible, like—

"Blood!" Ron cried out in a panicked silence, "It's dead!" Do you know what's on the floor? ”

"No, I don't know......," Hermione's voice trembled.

Ron threw something on Hermione's magical scroll, and Hermione and Harry leaned over to look forward. They saw that scattered on the strangely shaped, long, pointed demonic characters were several long ginger cat hairs.

……

Ron and Hermione's friendship seems to have broken down in recent days - both are so angry that Harry doesn't know how to mend their relationship.

Ron was angry that Hermione never took Crookshank's intention to eat Blobs seriously, and never bothered to take a closer look at Crookshan.

He believed that Hermione was still pretending to think Crookshank was innocent at the moment, and suggested that Ron go under all the boys' beds to find Spotted.

Hermione, who came to her senses, furiously said that Ron had no proof, that the yellow fur might have been there since Christmas, and that Ron had been prejudiced against her cat since the day Crook Hill jumped on Ron's head in that magical zoo.

Harry personally believed that Crookshank had indeed eaten the Blob, and tried to point out to Hermione that all the evidence pointed to this, at which point to her, she lost her temper with Harry as well.

"Well, on Ron's side, I know you will!" She said angrily, "First the fire bolts, now the spots. It's all my fault, isn't it? I don't have to tell you about the fire crossbow arrows, at least you won't nag all day long, but this time, let me stay alone! Harry, I have a lot to do! ”

Ron looked very sad to lose the mouse.

"Alright, Ron. Haven't you been talking about how annoying Spotted is," Fred said briskly, "and it's been out of energy for a long time, it's little bit ...... You know, dying quickly is probably better for it. ”

"Fred!" Ginny said indignantly.

"Spotted just eats, sleeps, sleeps, and eats all day long, Ron, that's what you said." George said.

"Yes...... Maca has been bringing me nourishing rat food," Ron said miserably, "isn't it, Harry? ”

"Oh – yes, fried peanuts, that's really delicious!" Harry said.

"Maybe Maca is making Spotted a rat food taster!" Fred couldn't help but smile, "This is probably the most valuable thing it has ever done in its life!" Oh, alright, Ron, reconcile with Hermione and buy another mouse. What's the use of lamenting? ”

Harry convinces Ron to join him on the field to see the Gryffindor's last pre-match training session so that Ron can ride a firebolt after training as a last resort to cheer Ron.

"Great idea! Can I try my hand at playing ball? ”

It seemed that this made Ron forget about Spotted for a while, so they went to the Quidditch pitch together.

The next day, Harry, armed with firebolts and trained rigorously, was victorious.

After the game, everyone hugged Harry and headed to the Gryffindor common room, and a lively party continued into the evening.

Fred and George Weasley disappeared for two hours, returning with bottles of butterbeer, hissing pumpkin juice and bags of candy from Duke Honey's store.

"How did you get your hands on it?" Angelina asked.

At this point, George began to throw toad mints at the crowd.

"We got a little help from Moon Face, Wormtail, Big Feet, and Pointed Fork." Fred whispered in Harry's ear.

Only one person did not attend this joyous gathering.

Hermione sat in the corner in disbelief, trying to read a large book called The Life and Social Habits of Muggle Families in Britain.

Seeing that Fred and George were starting to play tricks on the butterbeer bottles, Harry took the opportunity to leave the table and go to Hermione.

"Haven't you been to the game?" Harry asked.

"Of course I've been." Hermione didn't look up at Harry at all, and her voice was a little strangely high, "I'm glad we won, I think you've done a good job, but I have to finish this book by Monday......"

"Come on, Hermione, come and get something to eat." Harry glanced at Ron, who was smiling happily and wondered: Is Ron in a mood good enough to make peace with Hermione?

"I can't, Harry, I've got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" Hermione's voice sounded a little hysterical, "Say ...... again"

She looked over to Ron as well and whispered, "He's probably not going to want me to participate." ”

This is obvious.

Because Ron deliberately picked the moment and said loudly, "If the spot is not eaten, it can eat a few of these Fudge flies, which it has always liked to eat—"

Hermione burst into tears.

Her nerves have been tense lately, whether it is busy with classes and studies, or those things that are spotty, which has always made her in a state of depression...... But Harry still didn't expect it, she really cried when she said she would.

Before Harry could say or do anything, Hermione tucked the big book under her arm, sobbed and panicked, opened the doorway, and ran out of the Gryffindor common room.

"Can't you just give her a break!" Harry couldn't help but say to Ron, then looked at the doorway, "It's night, I think it's best to get her back as soon as possible......"

Ron also glanced at the half-open doorway, and he struggled for a moment, but he still kept his face stubborn.

"No," Ron said with a straight face, "if she showed sorry - but she never admitted she was wrong, and Hermione was like that!" She still looks like Spotted has gone on vacation or something......"

Harry hesitated, sighed, and ran out of the doorway with a helpless expression.

"It's so late, it's dark everywhere, where is Hermione going?" He couldn't help but think, "According to Hermione's character, she definitely won't run out at night, and night tours are against the school rules!" ”