Before Brandy, the record holder for the longest confinement at Hogwarts was probably the exhibitionist Fulham more than 300 years ago, and because his uninhibited and uninhibited ideas of freedom were really not in line with the aesthetics of 17th-century Britain, he was sentenced to a month's imprisonment by the headmaster of the time for immorality.

Think about it! In the midsummer of the XVII century, thick body hair! Wearing pants to unscrupulously let himself fly in the castle, such a terrible visual killing was only confined for a month! So what did I do with my three-month confinement......

Looking at the headmaster, who was secretly winking at him seemingly innocently, Brandy's stomach was full of bitterness.

Three months from the Easter holidays... And it's a real suspension of classes... Isn't that what it means to take a break from school to the end of the semester?

Against gloating glances from all sides, Brandi and Harry returned to the Gryffindor table sullenly, listening absentmindedly as Dumbledore announced the last news, which was the list of girls about the Beauxbatons exchange.

"Let's announce the preliminary list of students who will go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France this time, since this list was decided by Principal Carlo before, there may be some minor adjustments according to the actual situation in the future: Oriana Townsend in the seventh grade."

A beautiful Ravenclaw senior gracefully shook her long fluffy blonde curls and waved at everyone. As her slender arms waved, there was a wave in her chest. In just a few seconds, Ron's eyes around him were about to pop out.

"Wendy Mabel ......"

From the senior year onwards, Dumbledore read them one by one. The atmosphere in the auditorium was extremely lively, and of course, most of them were boys screaming......

On Brandi's side, it seems that except for Ron, who is stretching his neck and connoisseuring the sublime art with a serious expression, the others don't seem to be paying attention to it.

"Brandi, what exactly does Professor Dumbledore want to do?" Harry touched Brandi's elbow, "We told him the truth in the afternoon, and he knows you have no intention of setting off fireworks in Lockhart's office." Why would you be charged with attacking a professor? ”

"What else can it be, think about it, what can I do without even having to go to class for three months of solitary confinement." Brandi said it was right. "Didn't he say it would take a long time to destroy the diary?"

"You mean he wants you to help him destroy the diary?"

"Diary?" At this time, Hermione, who was listening attentively on the side, couldn't help but interject. "Not even Dumbledore can destroy it?"

"yes," Harry pouted, "at least not for a short time, the barrier will recover quickly on its own, unless it is broken in an instant, or some method is used to opportunistically bypass it, and directly attack Riddle's body in the diary." ”

Hermione frowned, she had seen so many books in the library, and she couldn't think of any feasible suggestions for a while. On the contrary, Parvati next to him didn't know what he thought, and suddenly looked anxious, but he wanted to stop talking.

“…… Here are the third-graders: Britney Spears, Cho Chang, Katie Bell. ”

As if to hurry up to eat, Dumbledore on the stage sped up his speech and reported the names of the last few people in one breath. He waved his hand casually—and the long table was instantly covered with all sorts of delicacies.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but then, time is yours!"

Although Brandi had nowhere to get out of his anger, he had to admit that he had attended several Hogwarts banquets, but never once as crazy as today.

I don't know if it's to celebrate that I don't have to lose my job, but the Hogwarts kitchen has really done its best, and there are a lot of feasts on the table that I have never seen before, and I heard the seniors say that only the most important celebrations will appear. Now Parvati could make a big move, and she seemed to have something else to say to Brandi, but the assortment of delicacies almost instantly blocked her mouth...... While Brandi and Hermione were at a loss for a diary and three months of boring days, Parvati's cheeks never stopped.

It was like turning grief and anger into appetite and eating enough Hogwarts food at once.

It's strange what that feeling of loneliness is.

A few moments later, Sorph arrived, and slipped away from the Ravenclaw table with Luna as if fleeing, and it took only a second for her panicked look to defeat Harry and Ron, making them move aside in shame, as if they were the rogue bullies who had taken their place.

"Thank you, Sharf."

"Uh-huh......"

Brandi patted her head in distress, and Sharf's eyes narrowed into a slit, and a look of relief appeared on her face.

Because of the Parseltongue that shorphates everyone at the Dueling Club, she has been regarded as the heir of Slytherin for a long time. Although neither she nor Luna actually cared much about this, Salph hadn't eaten with Brandy since he had been maliciously rumored to be some heir's servant because of his close relationship with her.

Obviously such a guy who is afraid of life......

Brandi took a deep breath.

I knew on my toes that this simple and excessive little girl was using this clumsy way to maintain his reputation. While feeling distressed, he was also more satisfied with his impulsive move to take in Sharf.

Eh...... I don't know when Daddy's reply will arrive, it's been two months! Looking at Salph, who was eating while clutching his robe, fearing that he would disappear, Brandi silently placed a piece of jam dough on Salph's plate.

Is it because Africa is too far away......?

Suddenly remembering this, Brandi couldn't help but glance at Harry, who was still staring blankly in the direction of Ravenclaw, and said a perfunctory thank you from the healed Dean Thomas.

Well, I sincerely hope that he knows that he will not hammer himself to the floor in the future.

After everyone had eaten and drunk, the warm atmosphere still did not mean to subside at all. Due to Professor Dumbledore's acquiescence, the night's curfew was quietly lifted, and under the leadership of the presidents and prefects of the male and female student councils, everyone got up in high spirits, planning to walk out of the castle together and have a huge bonfire in the field—Sharph and Luna were obviously not interested in such an activity that required a talent for acting, so they reluctantly said goodbye to Brandi.

"This may be the first time Hogwarts has celebrated outside the castle." Ron trembled with excitement as Brandi and the others got up together and followed the crowd outside, "I heard Professor McGonagall say that they were going to Birmingham for the 'Nougat' band, maybe there would be a ball!" ”

"Huh? Dance! I can't play with that. ”

Brandi's face pulled the old man. Unfortunately, the Patton family had never inherited even the slightest flair for dancing from the generation of their great-great-great-grandparents. Not to mention that you really dance well, if you simply twist to the rhythm twice, you will be stiff as if you have been hit by a full-body bondage spell.

"Who said you could jump! It's not a formal ball. Ron gave him a disgruntled look, his stern gaze sliding over his crumpled robe and Hermione's unkempt hair, "Bonfire balls are never just about dancing, it's a rare occasion to let go of all your restraints and deepen your bond with the strangers around you!" ”

"So that's why you've been targeting this big-breasted senior sister since the beginning?"

As Brandi unceremoniously punctured Ron's small abacus, Ron's face quickly turned blood-red. He grabbed Harry, who was still hesitating, and disappeared into the crowd.

Ha~ Brandi let out a smug laugh.

But just as he was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, a hand behind him grabbed him.

"Brandy, Hermione, I have something to say to you......"

………………

"Miss Petytier, you're saying you might be able to help destroy this journal?"

In the Headmaster's office, Brandi, Hermione, and the Parvatipadma sisters stood in front of Dumbledore stiffly.

"Yes, Professor."

In front of Dumbledore, even the eccentric Parvati seemed quiet and well-behaved at this time. "I just heard Brandi mention that journal - if it's just to remove the protective spell on it, we might be able to give it a try."

"You guys?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"Yes, my sister and I." Padma took Parvati's trembling hand and said calmly. "Sister, she had obtained an extremely rare spell by chance, and it required multiple people with similar hearts to cast a spell together. My sister and I experimented with it during the Christmas holidays and found that most of the protective spells worked well, if that diary—"

She gestured to the thin black notebook on the table.

"—If it's really a protective spell, we're confident we can defeat it."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, his eyes looking at Padma with an unfathomable look.

"I see, Miss Petyer, I'm sure you can do it." He said softly, "So, after paying such a big price, what kind of conditions are you going to offer?" ”

Padma stopped talking, she held Parvati's hand and waited for her sister's answer.

The price, the conditions?

Brandi glanced at Parvati curiously, her head bowed, her beautiful face mixed with a lonely but determined expression. She clenched her fists tightly, as if she was making an important decision.

Finally, she forced herself to look up and meet Dumbledore's gentle, deep eyes.

"If we can do that, can Brandi's confinement be lifted?"

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