Chapter Eighty-Three: Intense Planning (I)
The truth about the Petil sisters' incident had dealt an unprecedented blow to Harry and the others, so much so that in the next day's herbal class, the three of them had been in the middle of the Gryffindor students, and all the words of Professor Sprout were in and out of the left ear and out of the right ear...... Professor Sprout wasn't surprised that Harry and Ron behaved in this way, but it was a rare occurrence that Hermione didn't raise her hand as she had done when she asked the class a question.
What made her even more puzzled was that Hermione, who had always been meticulous about her schoolwork, had such a clumsy situation as staggered homework for the first time.
"Miss Granger, as much as I would like to add ten points to Gryffindor for your wonderful Monceauer Medicinal Value Analysis, this is Severus's Potions homework after all. ...... you" Professor Sprout looked up from above Hermione's submission and looked at Hermione in embarrassment, her eyes red and swollen, and she looked languishing, as if she had been crying all night.
"Did you encounter something sad?" Professor Sprout asked kindly, but Hermione just lowered her eyes and shook her head. This made her look strangely at Miss Granger's two friends, Harry and Ron.
The reaction of these two people was also obviously not normal, as if they were sulking at someone, and they were silently loosening the soil of the biting cabbage. Ron waved the shovel roughly, and the biting kale of the shovel screamed in pain.
Who else could make Granger sad like this?
This gave Professor Sprout some different ideas. She hesitated, walked over to Hermione's side and whispered.
"Well, Miss Granger, it can't be Mr. Barton messing with you......
Hearing the name, Hermione immediately thought of what Brandy was going to do. Her reaction was immediately intense. "Oh, don't mention that name! Please, Professor! β
This apparently caused some kind of misunderstanding between Professor Sprout and the few Gryffindor girls who overheard the conversation...... So much so that in the afternoon, all kinds of rumors came out. Naturally, Brandi, who was close to him, believed that Brandi had been seriously injured in the Forbidden Forest, which caused his friends to be grief-stricken; But for example, those who are strangers to the school will wonder if they had a big fight with Brandy, and the reason for this quarrel has been extended to countless versions - as for the noble Malfoy, it is said that Brandi has been bitten by a werewolf while patrolling the Forbidden Forest, and is now covered in gray fur, wandering the depths of the Forbidden Forest all day.
He deliberately sat not far from Harry Ron during Potions class and talked nonsense at them, and the angry two took advantage of Snape's fault to secretly splash a spoonful of cough potion in the cauldron with an obviously abnormally colored cough potion on Malfoy, which caused Malfoy to burp the smell of horse manure until the next night. Of course, it was clear that Harry and Ron were not safe and sound: although no one except Malfoy saw that it was Harry and their pranks, the two were caught by Snape and severely deducted 50 points, and had to help Filch clean the entire men's restroom on the first floor.
However, no matter how things fermented, and what distorted and absurd rumors appeared, the two people at the center of the turmoil had no intention of refutating it, and one of them did not know that this had happened; The other had no intention of focusing on it...... After more than a day of confusion and pain, they invariably chose to cheer up.
When the next night, Harry and Ron, exhausted from cleaning urinals and sinks, hurried back to the break room. They noticed that Hermione had reverted to her usual earnest, capable appearance, and the two of them stepped forward to find Hermione writing something in her little notebook that was clearly not homework.
"You've come just in time." Her eyes swept over the two of them, and she beckoned them to sit down in a flat tone. "Time is running out, we need to make a plan tonight and hurry up to prepare."
"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked hesitantly, Hermione was exuding a very strong oppressive force that gave him the illusion that he was talking to Professor McGonagall.
"We don't know much about India, Harry. Moreover, in order to be able to better train wizard dueling skills, none of the three of us have mastered any more advanced spells - it is not possible to continue like this. Hermione shook her hair, and she flipped the pages of her little notebook forward, densely packed with small print.
"From tomorrow onwards, we need to improve our ability as much as possible. I asked Mrs. Pince in the library this afternoon, and I probably rummaged through it, and I found a few spell books that might work. As she spoke, she struggled to lift her bag and dumped the books on the small round table in the break room, leaving Harry and Ron stunned by the incredible number and height. We don't know exactly when we're going to do it yet, but given the length of time Brandi still has free time, I don't think there will be more than three weeks left. In such a short period of time, I can only focus on the practice of one or two spells at most, so-"
At this time, Ron, who was startled by Hermione's abrupt actions and did not speak for a long time, reacted. He hurriedly opened his mouth, stopping Hermione from continuing to chatter. "Wait a minute, Hermione! Listen to you," his eyes widened wider than Brass Bell, "we're going to India with Brandy?!" β
Hermione said scathingly. "What's the problem?"
"That's obviously impossible! Hermione! Ron stammered, "Dumbledore has made it clear to us that we should never get involved in this!" He only allowed Brandi to go alone, not to mention whether we would be stopped by Dumbledore for such a blatant action, and we would definitely be expelled for violating a series of school rules! Besides, how much trouble will it bring to the school if three big living people disappear for three or five days at once! No, Hermione. β
He said this, waving his hands, as if frightened by the dangerous thought. "That's India, we're going to cross half the world, and we don't even know when Brandi will be or how he's going to go!"
"That's why we have to get this information!" Hermione waited quietly for Ron to finish, then patiently persuaded, "It's no coincidence that Brandi suddenly found out about Padma's message when he returned to school, and I wouldn't believe it if no one gave him a hint - we need to find a day skip class to Hagrid to take a look, Brandi must have a clue about when and how to leave." β
"You're crazy! Trespassing into the cabin and searching Brandi's luggage?! Ron's mouth was wide open, and his forehead was sweaty. Are you still the same Hermione we know? β
"It's unfortunate that the first-year troll waved a wooden stick at me, and you didn't rush into the women's bathroom to rescue me." Hermione said cleanly, her eyes squinting with a determined horror. "If I can break a few school rules and a few laws, and I can save Brandi and Pettier sisters unharmed, I don't care if I break all the laws in the UK!"
Suffocating silence. Hermione added.
"Anyway, even if I'm actually locked up in Azkaban, Brandi will do everything to save me as if he was going to save Parvati, won't he?"
"Okay, I'll listen to you." After a long time, Harry bit his lip and was the first to agree, he turned his head to look at Ron in disbelief.
"Harry, you ......"
"I can understand your reaction, Ron. Believe me, if I had a family of relatives, I swear I'd be as overwhelmed as you are. Harry said slowly, he wasn't annoyed by Ron's backing down. We are indeed challenging the bottom line of international law, unlike the Philosopher's Stone, if the plan fails, it is not only a matter of one life, but the whole family will be disgraced for our violation of the law and the blatant challenge to the authority of the Indian Ministry of Magic - but I have no home, and the Desleys are not relatives to me at all, and they wish I would die soon. β
"All I have is you, Ron. It's just you, and you are like your family in my eyes. Harry's eyes glistened with water. If I watched Brandi run to India to die, I really couldn't do it. β
"Say no more, Harry." Ron hugged Harry tightly to avoid showing him the embarrassment he was looking at.
"So, what about your choice, Ron?" He heard Hermione speak, and his tone had never been softer. "Actually, though, my plan was to have someone who could stay at Hogwarts to cover up, although I originally wanted Lockhart to do it, if you wantβ"
"No kidding, Hermione."
Ron's expression struggled, and he let go of Harry. A man walked over to the window of the tower.
"Ron?"
He didn't reply, but opened the window and took a deep breath at the dark mountains and the moon shadows looming in the clouds in the distance.
"Ahh!!!!!!h
He roared with all his might. All the worries, guilt, and insecurities in your heart are all turned into the most painful cry. Then, he slowly closed the window and breathed a sigh of relief.
Ron...... Don't do that, we really don't blame you. Harry looked at him worriedly, but Ron gave him a feeble smile back.
"I suddenly realized that what Brandi had said about me was actually quite pertinent." Ron smiled wryly and said, "There are so many people in my family, it seems that having one of me and not one of me is really not a big problem. β
"Ron!"
"Say no more, Hermione. I'm going to ...... with you," he said, and he walked over to Harry and held out his hand. "As I said before, we're in a group~"
Harry and Hermione were stunned for a moment, then reached out together, their palms folded together. Upstairs there was the annoyed footsteps of the students who had been woken up, so loud that they were afraid that they were going to be harshly lectured.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
"Blessed and shared."
"There are difficulties!"