"Uh-huh......" Brandi shuddered, tightening his wizarding robes to meet Hermione's concerned gaze. He smiled nonchalantly.

"It's okay Hermione, I'm frost-resistant!"

After Halloween, the weather slowly began to get colder, and the mountains around the school were gray, covered with snow and ice, and the Forbidden Forest looked even deeper and more lonely than before. The large lake in front of the school became a mirror in the truest sense of the word, frozen as cold and hard as quenched steel.

Winter just came silently without anyone knowing.

Every morning, the ground was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and walking on it was like greasing the soles of their feet, and the first graders began to jog in the corridor of the antechamber and then glide on the ground for a short distance. During their lessons, Hagrid could occasionally be seen from the upstairs window, wrapped in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting his broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch.

Under Ron's big mouth boasting everywhere, the whole grade finally knew about Ron's feat of single-handedly taking on the troll, and the rumors became more and more unreliable again and again, at first Ron could humbly say, "Hermione temporarily controlled the troll with a petrification charm, Brandi and Parvati teamed up to injure it, and then I made the final blow......"

Later...... As long as Hermione and Parvati aren't there......

"At that time, the situation was very critical, Harry and Brandi didn't even have the ability to resist, those two silly girls only knew how to stick to the wall and scream, at this time a power suddenly burst out of my body, as if it was dominated by my own instincts, and my mouth unconsciously began to sing a strange syllable, and then I saw a sudden flash of red light on the troll's body, and the blood all over my body spurted out at once, and the battle... It's like a rainstorm... It's pitiful, just cut to pieces by the spell. ”

And then ......

"Brandi and the others were unconscious, and I was the only one left facing such a huge and ferocious troll, wielding a giant club, which was a thunderous move! I had almost given up, but at this moment! A golden light shot out of the window, and the will of the ancestors echoed in my ears - you are the destined hero! That moment! A sudden realization surged in my heart, and the bottleneck that had plagued me for many years suddenly shattered...... Hey, I roared, and the wind and clouds changed abruptly......"

"That's why you're a mallet!"

Ron brawn more and more, and finally Harry, who couldn't stand this shameful play, stepped forward and covered his mouth, stopping his hype, how could things be so exaggerated, and most of the battle was done by Brandy. They almost touched the whole field of fish.

However, Brandi obviously didn't care about this, and when he heard the rumors of the so-called Ron's forbidden curse killing the trolls to save Hogwarts, he was still very interested, adding fuel and vinegar to it, as if there was really such a thing...... on this. Hermione and Parvati, who had already heard all kinds of strange versions, could only look at each other helplessly, and then sighed that people's hearts were not ancient and the world was cold......

Quidditch season is just around the corner. After weeks of training, Harry will be playing his first match of his life on Saturday, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. If Gryffindor wins, they will at least move up to second place in the House Cup.

However, almost no one, including Brandy, had ever seen Harry play Quidditch, as Wood had decided to keep Harry's participation a secret and to keep him a secret weapon for their team. But the news that Harry was going to be the Seeker leaked out early, yes, almost the next day since Ron's last broadcast, everyone knew about it. As a consequence of this, some people say that Harry's style of play is fierce, and whenever he sees the Golden Snitch start with a catapult, the Snitch will be frightened and tremble in place; Others say that they have to have someone hold a mattress when they play. Run after him down there to prevent him from falling - Harry didn't know which was worse. However, it seems that the worst-case scenario is promoted by Brandi and Parvati, and it is also called tactical deception, which can reasonably reduce the vigilance of opponents.

All right...... At least they succeeded. Now Malfoy scoffed unabashedly at the sight of himself, as if victory had been held in the palm of his hand.

Speaking of which, they were so lucky, Harry, that they now had good friends like Hermione and Parvati. He wouldn't have known how to do so much homework without Hermione, as Wood forced them to train Quidditch every minute. And Parvati always relied on her little face that could confuse Ravenclaw and pretended to be her sister to go around to find information about other colleges, I have to say that as a beautiful girl, as long as she stood in front of the Ravenclaw intellectuals, and then smiled with a shy and gentle smile on her face, almost all the information she should have~

Of course, she didn't work hard with her sister because of this...... Although apparently just a joke. But everyone was still moved by the spirit of sacrificing their own discipline for the sake of the college, so they pretended to wipe a few crocodile tears.

The day before a Quidditch tournament, they took advantage of recess to go outside in the cold yard. Hermione magically conjured a bright blue flame for them, which could be carried around in a jam jar and would not be extinguished for a long time. They stood there chatting and kept warm with their backs to the flames. At this moment, Snape limped through the courtyard. Harry and Ron moved closer together, trying to keep the flames out of sight; As for Hermione and Brandi - every time Brandi tried to lean in a little bit, Hermione would always dodge away with a subtle expression... In the end, he was simply pulled into his arms by Parvati, who was smiling evilly...

They were all cautious, as everyone knew that the use of magic for heating was definitely not allowed. Unfortunately, the look of weakness on their faces caught Snape's eye. He limped over. He didn't see the flames, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to reprimand them anyway.

"What's in your hand, Potter?"

"Quidditch Origins, Professor."

"Books in the library are not allowed to be taken outside! Gryffindor deducts five points for this! Snape confiscated Harry's book.

Look...... I want Snapian to divide it for a few days, and it doesn't exist~

When Snape was gone, Harry said angrily, "Where is this rule in the school!" ”

"Look away, Harry." Brandi patted Harry on the shoulder, "You must have owed him money in your last life!" But don't you see that he was also punished? ”

"Heh~ I don't know what's wrong with him......" Ron said sarcastically, "I guess it must hurt!" ”

That night, the Gryffindor lounge was noisy, and the five of them sat together by a window, occupying the large long table with the best view. Hermione is checking Harry and Ron's homework on the history of magic. She was as conscientious and responsible as ever, and was adamant that they would not be allowed to copy her homework ("What can you learn then?"). But after asking her to check it out, they always got the right answer.

"It's not fair!" Harry scribbled his paper vigorously, and suddenly said loudly in anger, "Look at Brandy!" Why can he copy his homework! Brandi, who was playing kitten fishing (a form of poker) with Parvati, looked up in embarrassment, his face covered in notes, and Parvati sunk into the soft backrest and smiled from ear to ear.

He really didn't want to write a paper on the history of magic "Fairy Wars", so he asked Hermione if she could 'reference' her homework, thinking that she would be very serious about preaching, such as "do your own thing" or something. As a result, Hermione agreed without even thinking about it!

So Brandi had been gloating over Harry for a long time.

Hermione's face turned red all of a sudden, "Brandy, people would have done it, and it's just a little more convenient to copy homework...... Besides," she said, her tone immediately became fierce, "if you don't study hard, don't think about passing the final exam!" I don't want my Hermione Granger to have two friends who have made a final grade! ”

A few people were making noise as they slowly completed the mountain of homework, which upset Harry a little because the competition was coming up tomorrow, and he decided to go downstairs to change his mood, and by the way, ask if he could get the book back. He went downstairs to the faculty lounge, and it wasn't long before he rushed up out of breath as everyone was discussing how to celebrate after winning the game.

"Snape tried to break into the room where the three big dogs were! He was bitten by a dog! I see the scars......" he lowered his voice, "on Halloween, he wanted to pass by that big dog with three heads!" When we saw him, he was going there—he was looking for the thing that the big dog was guarding! I'll bet with my broomstick that he let the troll in to distract people! ”

He recounted his Halloween experience with Ron on the way to Hermione.

"What a joke, he's a teacher! And I've been in Hogwarts for more than ten years! How could such a thing be done! Brandy, though he didn't like Snape, wasn't suspicious of his character enough to think he would commit such a theft.

"That said, I know he's not good, but he's not going to steal something that Dumbledore keeps in his strict collection." Hermione's eyes widened.

Ron retorted unceremoniously, "Oh come on, you two can't just think of Snape as a saint just because he didn't deduct your points in class!" The five of them argued about this for a long time, until the impatient Brandy used the excuse that there was a game tomorrow to drive Harry to sleep and the nonsense was over.

Before going upstairs, Brandi gave Hermione a look, who nodded knowingly.

Unaware that someone was watching the silent communication between the two people the whole time, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.