At the banquet on the day the group returned to the castle, most of the Hogwarts students who had been merry-gossing didn't realize that this would be their last relaxed moment in the next month and a half.

Only two days had passed since the short revelry, and it seemed like overnight that the atmosphere inside the castle had changed. The professors showed great understanding, talked about the upcoming final exams in class, and thoughtfully arranged a mountain of homework after class. This made the Gryffindor second-year lion cubs think that the previous banquet was simply a huge plot used by the cunning Dumbledore to paralyze people's hearts.

But no matter how much you complain and squirm, it is clear that the book's full of key marks and the still blank parchment cannot be so simply ignored.

As a result, the sparsely populated library once again ushered in its annual tourist season, and that afternoon, when Harry and Ron were about to come and take a seat to read a book, they were embarrassed to find that not only was there no place for them here, but almost all the books and materials related to the course had been borrowed.

If Hermione hadn't mercifully offered them a deal, the two of them would not have even been able to finish Professor McGonagall's dissertation assignment if they were so bent on Quidditch.

"I'm really envious of Brandi at this time......" In the Gryffindor common room, Ron flipped through the "Pharmacological Properties and Cultivation Techniques of Various Poisonous Weeds" that Hermione had prepared to borrow in advance, trying to perfect the simple gray nettle pollination flowchart on his desktop, just like in the first grade, Hermione still wouldn't let them copy their homework directly.

He kept shaking his aching arm and sighed. "Although he can only live in the dark Hagrid's hut, go out early and return late to burrow into the Forbidden Forest every day, and can't wander around the castle in the open - at least he doesn't have to do his homework!"

Being oppressed by the heavy workload does have its benefits, and Ron has almost come out of the speckled shadows now.

"Actually, that guy didn't even have an exam, didn't Dumbledore say it at the banquet that day. The girls who had been to Beauxbatons before didn't have to take their final exams for the semester......" Harry said dryly, carefully copying a passage from the reference book on his paper, which he would grab from time to time to see if it was up to the standard line that Professor McGonagall had requested.

Harry was still sulking at Brandi's lack of honesty, and now whenever Ron or Hermione mentioned the word Brandi, he would keep a straight face and look cold.

"Oh, come on, Harry." Ron grinned and moved the stool, placing his arm on Harry's shoulder. "Didn't Professor Dumbledore also say it when we went to the Headmaster's office, this time it's indeed Brandi's private matter - you can't just ignore Brandi for the rest of your life just because he doesn't tell you about his privacy."

"I'm not going to get angry about this kind of thing, okay!" Harry slapped Ron's hand away in annoyance, "I'm mostly angry with his attitude - if you tell us the truth from the beginning that it's a privacy issue, of course I can understand that." But what did he say at the time? 'I'm not going to get you involved', listen, this is what comrades who live and die together should say? ”

Harry snorted, ignoring Ron. He put down the paper, tried to figure out a few lines of water on it, and began to measure it again. He seemed to be at a loss for what he could do......

"Hermione, can you help me take a look, is my glasses getting better? How do I feel that my paper was this length half an hour ago. ”

"Don't feel it, Harry, it's just not twelve inches long." Hermione, who had been named, didn't even look back, still focusing on her own business. She wasn't reading. "You can look at that book "Precision Transfiguration", Chapter 5, Section 11. You should be able to use that part. ”

"Well, thank you......" Harry said, but before he could look back for information, he saw Hermione hold an outstretched hand at him. Hermione? Harry said suspiciously, thinking he was going to shake his hand.

"If you really want to thank me, hurry up and hand over the note that Brandi wrote to Akihari." Hermione told him unceremoniously that she was carrying her wand in her other hand, waving it regularly in mid-air, as if practicing some new spell. "I really need to get down to business with it!"

"I don't think you're going to have anything serious going on with Akihari." Harry nervous at the name Qiu Zhang, and he pulled his arm back in mid-air, his face flushed, and his eyes stared at Hermione wary. "I promised that guy that he would hand over the note to Qiu Zhang, but he didn't say that he would show it to you before that."

"You!" Hermione turned her head in shame, "I'm just going to take it and use it, and I'm not going to tear it off!" ”

"You'd better give up, Hermione." Ron on the side winked at Hermione with a sly wink, looking like he didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement. "This kind of important prop that can successfully hook up with the goddess, Harry will never give it to you...... Especially when things are so dangerous in your hands. ”

"What's the joke, I'm in danger!" ("Don't talk nonsense, Ron, what is it like to hook up with the goddess!") ”）

Under the gaze of two annoyed and angry eyes, Ron couldn't help but shrink his neck. "Well, I'll just say that—but Hermione, you should tell us too. What the hell are you having? "I don't think you're the kind of girl who gives up easily," he said...... Especially when it comes to cloth — don't stare at you, I mean, why did you suddenly choose not to ask any more questions? ”

This was the question Harry had been curious about, and the two of them looked at Hermione together. The latter took out a thin booklet from his pocket and gestured to them. "Because even if Brandi doesn't say it, his body will tell me honestly."

The two of them stepped forward and looked at the cover of the book. They were stunned in unison, and then read out in unison:

"Let His Secrets Be Hidden——?? Tracking?! ”

Well, while this booklet may seem dangerous at first glance, when they look closely, they realize that it is actually just a common spellcasting guide that teaches them humanoid tracking spells. And according to Hermione, the book was borrowed from the library.

"Hell, this kind of cover can appear on the library shelves in a grand manner!" Ron had a strange look on his face. "Is Mrs. Pince old enough to be dizzy?"

"The cover of the book can't be directly linked to the content!" Hermione said, "You have to admit that some books may have unappealing titles, but the content is interesting. I think "A History of Hogwarts" is a classic, and you can also check it out when you have time. ”

"Then I thank you so much Hermione, that book has never been borrowed in the library in the double digits in a year." Ron declined Hermione's suggestion, "And I'm a little curious, you really didn't go for this title...... Cough! No... Well, I mean, you're trying to track down Brandi with this spell? ”

"Of course, the spell is difficult, but I'll write it down." Hermione glared at him fiercely, then replied. "Within a certain range, this spell can trace the traces of a person's belongings through that person's belongings. Even if the Cloak of Invisibility could cover his figure, footprints and scents couldn't be hidden, and if we could find something that Brandy had used recently that smelled of him, I would be able to figure out where he had gone. ”

"That's why I want that note from Brandy, Harry! You should be able to believe what I say by now! ”

………………

Harry was actually trying to say that she could have used the note as a spell caster, because the Ravenclaw robe that Brandi had just worn in the bedroom seemed to be still stacked on the bed - but he didn't dare to speak after he accidentally saw the need for this spell, and if he dared to let Hermione do that, he would definitely be sent to the sky by the spell the next moment.

So he had to hand over the note sullenly, of course, Hermione was obviously not noble enough not to even read what was written on it. She pretended to be careless for the first time, read all the contents of the note, and found that Brandi was really just explaining to Qiu Zhang that she would often write to Katie and ask her not to be sad about such trivial matters, and her slightly nervous expression relaxed.

After about another hour, it was already completely dark, and the students who had buried their heads in the library walked in groups of three or five through the portrait of the fat lady, and the lounge gradually began to be lively. Hermione knew it was time for them to act, and since there was no Cloak of Invisibility, the three of them had to return to the break room before curfew - they had to hurry.

The trio descended all the way down the eighth floor and stopped at the top of the stairs on the first floor of the castle. Filch hurried past them, to the fourth floor, to chase away the screaming Peeves in the hallway. When he missed from them, he gave them a malicious look.

"That's pretty much it, we don't have to go out of the castle." Hermione stopped Harry and the others. "Now the castle is very strict because of the prison escapee, although it is not against the school rules to go out at this time, but we had better attract the attention of the school management."

Ron looked worriedly down the hall on the first floor, where several Slytherin and Hufflepuff students were chatting together. Their dormitory is on the basement floor, so I'm afraid they won't go back until the curfew. "Is this place going to work, I mean, there are so many people here."

"It's okay, this spell is hidden, I've confirmed it. You two, turn your backs! Hermione said, pulling out the note, and she looked as determined as if she had made up her mind, and suddenly put the note over her face—she sniffed deeply on it.

"Do you feel like this image is like a lingerie fetish?" Ron's whisper reached Harry's ears, and Harry almost burst out laughing, but if he insisted on not giving her the note, but instead letting Hermione smell Brandi's robes, he decided not to have fun with Ron, and he suddenly felt that he really needed to develop a desire to survive.

Hermione's movements were fast, a few seconds later, and she stopped, a suspicious flush appearing on her face. Then she raised her wand a little rustily and made some strange trajectories in the air - she was moving very slowly.

"She's there?"

"Shhhhh Harry said.

As she spoke, Hermione's spell guidance seemed to be complete, and she suddenly tossed the note in her hand high into the air.

"What?"

“Avenseguim！ Hermione's wand pointed into the air, shouting softly.

The note swirled and fell, and then came to a steady stop in front of Hermione. As Hermione raised her wand, the note began to fly slowly in a certain direction, as if it had been blown by the wind.

"Keep up with it."

Hermione put away her wand in satisfaction and followed first. Harry and Ron followed.

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