The rain lasted for a whole month from November.

Entered the little tail of 1993.

Whenever she wants, Hermione is always a mess on the desk in the library.

It's not that she doesn't like to tidy up, but she has too many things to watch and doesn't have time to tidy up.

Hermione put down the long paper of her unfinished arithmetic divination class, and began to flip through the wizards' Muggle-study book, What Does Electricity Mean to Muggles?.

After a while, Hermione began to delve into the transformation and translation of Runi again.

Hermione sighed, her tone heavy, as if she had carried a heavy mountain.

"Are you happy?" said Harry.

"What?" Hermione turned her aching wrist and continued to write on the parchment with her quill in hand, not hearing what Harry had just said.

Harry snatched Hermione's quill from hermione.

Hermione looked at Harry, not knowing what he was doing.

Harry said, "I ask you, are you happy with all this hard work?"

"Of course," Hermione couldn't ...... say.

She thought she should like this kind of busy life, but she didn't even look up at the sky for a long time.

Harry said, "When you were in your first or second year, it wasn't like that. ”

Hermione said, "I don't know what's going on, I like to learn new things and make me happy." But when I entered the third grade, I didn't seem to smile very much, and I studied with the space converter for more than ten hours a day, and I spent all my weekly rest time completing more than a dozen homework subjects, isn't this the life I want?"

Hermione had faint dark circles in her eyes, which made people feel distressed to look at.

"Erudite and knowledgeable, such words are indeed gratifying, but you are too hard to strain yourself, and this kind of learning brings not pleasure, but pain. ”

Hermione's eyes were blank, she touched the little funnel around her neck and said, "Maybe you're right." ”

"But ......," Hermione insisted, "I still hope there is a beginning, at least until I'm over my third year." ”

After saying this, Hermione suddenly felt relaxed.

"Hmm. Harry nodded.

"Actually, that's not how you use the time converter. Harry didn't know what was going on and couldn't help but laugh.

The smile is pure.

Hermione was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you a story first. ”

"There is a girl named Kurumi Tokizaki who has a similar ability to a time turner, and can exist different versions of herself in the same time and space......"

......

"Isn't it strictly forbidden to interfere with the original plane? It seems that all wizards think so, traveling through time and space is a very terrifying and dangerous thing, and no one knows what the consequences will be. Hermione said in shock as she listened to Harry's story.

"Who knows?" said Harry.

"But that's not the point. Harry smiled harmlessly.

Hermione listened.

"If we're in ****......"

"At this time, you will be here in a day......"

"Can we have three of us...... Two of your own...... What do you think?"

Hermione's face flushed, her eyes misty, and she shouted in shame, "I'm going to kill you!"

She held a heavy book of thousands of pages and threw it at Harry.

Harry dodged in embarrassment: "Ahem, that's a bold idea...... If you don't want to, forget it......"

Harry Potter's shamelessness once again broke Hermione's imagination.

......

There are two weeks left until the end of the last semester.

The sky suddenly cleared, and that gray sky was gone, turning a bright and dazzling white, like the whiteness of a hard-boiled egg.

Early one morning.

Astoria bounced on Harry's stomach with excitement on her face.

"Brother, look, it's snowing!"

Do children have snow sensors on their heads?

Astoria had always woken up later than Harry, but today she woke up inexplicably early.

Harry hugged Astoria and pulled back the curtains, and sure enough: a world of whitewash, ice-carved and silver-clad in silver.

Everywhere it was white, snowflakes, fluffy and shiny, floating to the ground with a dazzling and fine light, and Astoria's eyes shone like stars, and she squinted at the magnificent snowy scene and giggled.

A few days ago, the wet and muddy field was covered with a layer of crystal white frost.

In the days before Christmas, the castle has already begun to fill with a hectic atmosphere of Christmas.

Professor Flitwick in Charms began to decorate his classroom with colorful lanterns that would turn into real fairies, glowing, with transparent wings, flying in the air.

The students began to happily discuss their plans for the holidays.

......

The last weekend is Hogsmeade Day.

Hermione was positive this time.

Because last time, Astoria couldn't eat a lot of the candy that Duke Honey bought, and they were all distributed to Hermione and Zhang Qiu.

Hermione mailed some of the snacks back to her parents with an owl.

Her mother wrote back that there was a mint called Maomaoya, which they loved and hoped Hermione would bring back more.

Saturday morning.

Snowflakes were falling outside the window.

The castle was quiet, because it was the last week, and the seventh graders had gone out.

If you look down at Hogsmeade from above, you will feel like Hogsmeade is like a foldable, unfoldable Christmas card.

The thatched-roofed huts and shops were covered in a layer of freshly fallen snow, and the doors were covered with holly wreaths.

The trees are dotted with strings of enchanted candles, which burn even in the snow.

Harry and the others quickly finished buying candy from the crowded Duke of Honey and left.

If there's anything that has changed since the last time I was in Hogsmeade, it's that the notice posted by the Ministry of Magic in front of all the shops is gone.

Astoria also wants to drink.

So they went into the three broomsticks again.

It's bustling inside, as Christmas is a few days away, so there are more wizards who gather to drink.

This kind of place is the best way to hear all kinds of news, and the best way to know what ordinary wizards think, though Harry doesn't have that in mind.

But some words still reached his ears.

"Cornelius Fudge has been in a lot of trouble lately. ”

Inside the house, near the beautiful Christmas tree, a group of wizards sat together, perhaps drunk, and one of them uttered drunken words with no respect for Fudge.

"What's wrong with him again?" someone asked curiously.

"It's not Rita Skeeter's business yet. ”

Ever since the witch had revealed last month that Hogwarts had been invaded by a Dementor sent by Fudge, accusing Fudge of incompetence, she had no idea what was right, and she had to publish a weekly article in the Daily Prophet besetting Fudge. ”

"Since Fudge has not yet become the Minister of Magic, he is just an ordinary member of the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge's faults have been counted one by one. ”

"Oh my God, this woman can even turn over the matter of Chen sesame seeds and rotten grain, which is also amazing. ”

"Hehe, I have a friend who works at the Ministry of Magic, and the other day he said that he saw that Fudge was about to blow up and smashed his favorite dragon's tooth cup that had been used for twenty years. ”

"I don't think he's far from stepping down, and there aren't many wizards who like him now. ”

"Not necessarily. A wizard said: "I heard that Fugi seems to be trying to control the Daily Prophet to dictate the direction of public opinion, and when the time comes, the pressure of public opinion will not be up to him, and he will say that a piece of peace is a piece of peace." ”

"We inferior wizards, just sing his praises well. "There are wizards who sneer.

"Huh...... Rita Skeeter is really right, this is the Ministry of Magic that represents public opinion, this is more than ...... The Death Eaters led by the mystery man still have a word. ”

"Shhh

"Well, if only Dumbledore could be the Minister for Magic. ”

"If Dumbledore wanted to be a minister, he did so thirty years ago. ”

No one disagrees with this statement, because the entire British wizarding community is supported by Hogwarts graduates, and it can be said that everyone has a certain admiration for Dumbledore.

A drunken wizard raised his glass: "What do you say this is useless, I can still dare to say that if Dumbledore becomes the Minister of Magic, I, Benwei Cappuccino Lew, will eat this table on the spot!"

"(ˉ▽ ̄~)cut~~" All the wizards thought he was talking nonsense.

Ms. Rosmerta, the proprietress of the proprietor, listened to their conversation and laughter, occasionally laughing and interjecting.

......

A bitter cold wind blew in.

Harry, Zhang Qiu, Hermione, Astoria, they just stood up and were about to go out.

A fat man with a not-so-good-looking face entered, wearing a dull yellow-green bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak.

It's really Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Lord, Cornelius Fudge has arrived.

"Still redcurrant rum, darling. Fudge smiled and said to Ms. Rosmerta.

Seeing Harry, Fudge paused, and then the two of them missed and didn't talk.

He thought he was crazy, and for a moment he thought that maybe Harry Potter could help him and get him out of this mud pit.

It's funny, he's just a third-grader, and he's surrounded by so many girls, so it shows that he hasn't put much effort into his studies. If the aura on his body is removed, what will he have left? He is just an ordinary student. There was a hint of sarcasm on Fudge's lips.

As Harry walked out of the bar, the door shut, Fudge passed by the bustling wizard.

I only heard a group of voices like this: "Respect for democracy, respect for freedom, Merry Christmas!"

"( ゚- ゚)つロCheers~"

Wine glasses collide.

......

Hogsmeade Village, a blizzard is coming.

Harry's figure disappeared into the snow, and in the blink of an eye, the footprints left behind were also buried by the snow.

"Harry......" Zhang Qiu followed Harry's side and suddenly called his name.

"Huh?"

"It's going to be a holiday......

"Hmm. ”

"I'm going home......"

"Hmm. ”

"Does what you say count?"

“？”

"I ...... I don't want to go back to that "home" anymore. ”

Harry looked at Zhang Qiu, Zhang Qiu's eyes were shy, and her nose was a little red from the cold.

"I'll raise you for the rest of your life. Harry smiled lightly and said.

"Giggle......" Zhang Qiu suddenly ran up, spinning in circles in the snow, his ponytail flying in the air.

............