At dinner, the news that Harry and Ron came to the school in a flying car had spread throughout the school, and the next day for breakfast, sitting on the Ravenclaw bench, Cho Chang looked at Harry and Ron, who were proudly showing off their experiences, and said with some indignation: "It's a shame that we were so worried about the two of them before, and we would have ignored them if we knew about it." ”

Mo Wen said with some schadenfreude: "Don't worry, the two of them won't be happy after a while." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a flock of owls flew over with their respective mails, and then a loud roar was heard from the Gryffindor table: "...... I wouldn't be surprised if they stole the car, and if they expelled you. If I catch you, you'll have a good look. I don't think you've ever thought about how worried your mom and dad would be when they found out the car was gone......"

As in the original book, Ron was tortured by the Weasley woman's yelling letter for a long time, and the whole person immediately withered, but fortunately, because of Mo Wen, Mr. Weasley's position was transferred, and he no longer dealt with the work of the Department of Misuse of Muggle Items, so this time he was not suspended, but even so, the Weasleys were not happy, and Mr. Weasley's 'treasures' were confiscated by the Ministry, and he was also fined a lot of money.

Qiu Zhang looked at Mo Wen a little strangely, "Modi, I've been feeling strange since I was before, I always feel like you know everything, do you have some prophetic blood?" Have you taken a divination class this semester? ”

Mo Wen is a music, of course this qiē is known by the original book, but naturally he can't answer Qiu Zhang like this, he glanced at Qiu Zhang a little narrowly, and stretched out a hand to Qiu's thigh, "Envy?" It's just some family-specific abilities, but I can guarantee that your future children will have this ability. Since doing that on the train, the desire in Mo Wen's heart seems to have been awakened again, and looking at Qiu Zhang, whose chest has grown bulging, he has a little dry mouth and no longer behaves so gentlemanly.

Hearing the teasing meaning in Mo Wen's words, Qiu Zhang's face turned red, and he quietly slapped Mo Wen's big hand, and snorted coldly, "If you don't want to say it, forget it, there is Professor Gildero's class today, and with him, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class must be much more interesting than the divination class." ”

For Mo Wen's current very ungentlemanly behavior, although Qiu Zhang was a little surprised, but he was not angry, on the contrary, there was a trace of joy in his heart, although the relationship between the two has always been very close, but Qiu Zhang always felt that there was still a sense of distance between him and Mo Wen, and now Mo Wen teased herself with flowers, but it made her feel a lot more at ease, of course, in the reserved nature of a girl, she slapped Mo Wen's hand, and then deliberately lifted out Professor Gildero, after all, in the eyes of many people, Gildelow is also quite attractive.

"Huh?" Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Qiu Zhang with strange eyes, "Gildero's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, um- I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." ”

Hearing this, Qiu Zhang felt inexplicable.

Once again, the accuracy of Mo Wen's prophecy was proved to Cho Chang, and the first half of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class was spent writing things like, "What is Gildelow Rockhart's favorite color?" "What is Gildelow Rockhart's greatest wish?" These boring questions, the second half of the time is everyone busy catching the Cornwall elves flying around, thanks to the third-year students have mastered a lot of spells, these elves were all arrested without making any big trouble, Gildelow finally barely managed to keep his teacher's dignity, but except for a very few nymphomaniacs, most third-year students found out that Gildelow was actually a parallel import.

The rest of the day was a bit uneventful, but it was still coming, and on this day, Hermione took Harry and Ron to find Mo Wen, who was resting by the lake.

"What, you're going to invite me to Nick's death party?" Mo Wen looked at Hermione with a strange look.

"Yes, I think it's going to be a good experience, and the deceased's dinner should be different from ours." Hermione nodded earnestly.

Mo Wen touched his nose and said to Hermione seriously: "Believe me, Hermione, not all new things are worth trying, the dinner party of the dead is not suitable for the living, at least they will never prepare any food for the living." ”

"What!" Before Hermione could react, Harry and Ron on the side screamed, the former beginning to regret agreeing to Nick's invitation, and Ron regretting agreeing to go with Harry.

"Harry, maybe you should tell Nick that you can't go that day." Ron said to Harry.

"That's not good, is it?" Harry's tone wavered.

"Harry, you've promised Nick!" Hermione stared at Harry with wide eyes, and her stern appearance reminded her of Professor McGonagall.

"Well, I'm just talking." Harry said in frustration.

After another attempt to persuade Mo Wen to no avail, the three of them finally gave up, Harry and Ron walked away first, but Hermione hesitated, stopped, and asked Mo Wen in a hesitant manner, "Hmm-Guris, will you pure-blood families look down on Muggle-born people?" ”

Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly recalled a scene in the original book, "Did Malfoy say something to you?" Don't worry, I'll talk to him if I have the chance. Mo Wen's tone was a little bad, he had set Hermione as his own woman, how could he be bullied by others casually.

"Is it true that he called me a Mudblood, and said Guris, you didn't really make friends with me?" Hermione gritted her teeth and asked the psychological words, in fact, Malfoy's original words were that Guris didn't like Hermione as a mudblood at all, and just wanted to play with her.

Mo Wen shook his head, not angry, "Although there are many pure-blood families who hold this opinion, I don't think so. "For Mo Wen, who is a heroic spirit, the so-called pure blood is meaningless at all, does the lion still care about the difference between a rabbit and a squirrel?

"And what does your family think?" Hermione suddenly blurted out and asked, she wasn't really worried about Mo Wen himself, but afraid that his family would have such thoughts, if the people of the Guris family really thought so, she really didn't know how to get along with Mo Wen, whether it was as a friend or something else.

Mo Wen suddenly understood Hermione's concerns, and shook his head, "Don't worry, the Guris family, I'm the only one left now." ”

"Yes, I'm sorry." Never expecting that such perfect Guris would be an orphan, Hermione involuntarily took a step back.

With a hint of sadness on his face, Mo Wen said lightly: "It's okay, I'm used to it." ”

Looking at that handsome face, Hermione was inexplicably a little sad, and involuntarily stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Mo Wen.

By the lake, the two quietly hugged each other.