Harry couldn't remember how long it had been since he had heard Ron complain last night, only that it was late when he climbed into bed, and his eyes couldn't be opened.

He didn't sleep well, Ron was always whining in his daze, and the images flashing back to him as he learned the Patronus Charm, Voldemort's grin, his parents' pleadings, and the bright green light.

"Get out! You damn cat! A roar suddenly exploded in his ears, and Harry sat up in confusion, and at a glance he saw Ron throwing something on the bed at a cat like crazy.

His left hand was on his chest, clutching a mouse.

"Stop! That's enough! Ron! Halliden came to his senses and jumped straight out of bed, halfway between Crookshank Hill and Ron, for which he was hit in the head by a sock.

It doesn't hurt, but it tastes bad.

"It's coming again to plague poor Spotted!" Ron's left hand was still clutching the spot, his eyes were red, and he let out a deafening shout,

"It just came back, and it's coming today!"

"I'm going to kill it! I'm going to kill it! ”

"Calm Ron! Calm down! Harry held Crookshank behind him, talking to try to calm Ron's emotions.

But it was clear that Ron couldn't hear anyone at all.

"Harry! Get out of the way! Ron drew his wand and held it so tightly that Harry could even see the veins in Ron's right hand.

It was a deep green, much like the dazzling green of that night.

"Don't do that, Ron......" Harry said,

"It's just a cat, it doesn't hurt Spotted ......"

"Get out of the way, Harry!" Ron was unmoved, straining all over his body, and Harry even rolled his eyes at the spot he was holding in his left hand.

"Wait, Ron! Spotted! Spotted! Harry was a little incoherent, he had never seen Ron like this,

"Let go, Spotted will be strangled to death by you!"

"Ahh With a scream, Ron let go of his whole body and sat down on the bed, holding the speck in both hands as he gasped for air.

"It's okay, it's okay Spotted......" Seeing Ron like this, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back at Crookshane behind him, he couldn't help but sigh softly, touched it lightly with his foot, and whispered: "Hurry up, hurry up, go back to Hermione......" Crookshank Hill looked up at Harry, then at Ron who was sitting on the bed and the strange mouse in his hand, and slipped away as soon as he turned around.

After a while, Ron's mood finally stabilized. Harry was clever enough not to mention what had just happened, just beckoning him to hurry up and wash up so that we could go to breakfast together.

It's just that as soon as the two of them walked out of the dormitory, they saw Hermione standing in the lounge in her pajamas with a cold face and holding Crookshan, and Neville on the side was a little flustered and standing next to him at a loss.

"Hug ...... Sorry, Hermione just heard, I ...... I wanted to warn you, but it turned out to be ......" Neville stole a glance at Hermione, his voice getting quieter

"I was stopped......"

"I heard, you're going to kill my cat?" Hermione was slow and expressionless, holding Crook Mountain with her left hand and caressing it rhythmically with her right hand.

"Hermione, listen to me, Crookshank Hill has just snuck into the dormitory, and Ron is a little excited......" Harry was just halfway through his words when Hermione raised his right hand and motioned for him to stop.

"Tell me, Ron, are you going to kill Crookshank?" With eyes on Ron, Hermione suddenly made Harry feel like he was facing Professor McGonagall.

"That's right!" Ron suddenly hardened, perhaps thinking of what the cat had done to Spotted.

"I ask you, has Spotted ever been hurt by Crook Mountain?" Hermione's tone was cold.

"Why not!" Ron shouted,

"...... at the time of the Leaky Cauldron Bar"

"That's the spot you kicked when you were chasing Crook Mountain."

"That last semester ......"

"Crook Hill never chased it."

"...... this morning"

"See for yourself......" Hermione looked at the handprints that were still faintly visible on her body,

"That's what you made up."

"I'm ......," Ron was speechless as he suddenly remembered that this was indeed the case. Although Crook Hill has been looking for Spotted, it has never really chased Spotted, but it is itself, which often hurts Spotted.

"Ron Weasley, I've never been more disappointed." Hermione's tone was very calm, but she didn't say anything more, looked at Ron calmly, and then turned to Harry,

"Harry, you have to hurry, or you'll have to go to class hungry." The three men shivered as they watched Hermione return to the dormitory as if they had been under a petrification spell.

"Good...... It's scary! Neville said.

"yes, I've never seen her like this." Harry sighed and patted Ron on the shoulder,

"Ron, go and apologize, we were wrong about this......" Hearing this, Ron's face suddenly turned red, and he hugged Spotted and didn't say a word.

Harry nudged again, still unmoved.

"Okay, let's go eat first, or we'll really go hungry." There was another push, and this time Ron didn't resist and followed Harry out.

He didn't see it, but he didn't see it, and before leaving, Harry glanced at Neville, and pouted in the direction of the girls' dormitory.

Neville stood alone in the common room, relieved for a moment, and sat quietly on the couch waiting.

Not long after, Hermione in her school uniform came out, and Neville hurriedly said, "Hermione, I ......" Hermione smiled and replied, "I know, Neville, it's none of your business." ”

"Let's go eat."

"Oh...... Yes? ”

"Okay." Once in the Great Hall, Hermione and Neville sat down at the long table as usual, eating and chatting as if nothing had happened.

But Harry still felt a little strange, as if something was different.

“…… So you have to hurry, Buckbeak's case is about to go to trial, and we promised Hagrid to collect information for him. As she chatted, Hermione talked about the case of Buckbeak, the Hippogriff, in a subconsciously commanding tone, exactly the same as before.

"I know, but I haven't found much precedent, there's so little in the library about it." Harry scratched his hair in some apprehension.

"Harry, you didn't bother looking for it, maybe you can try to go to the Fantastic Beasts area, sometimes they use cases to show the danger of Fantastic Beasts." Hermione said.

"Okay, I'll go." Harry agreed. Hermione nodded when she heard this, drank the milk in the cup, and then got up and said, "Then you have to hurry, the date of the court is not far away, and I can't finish everything." After saying that, he left with his textbook.

The three watched Hermione leave again, and it wasn't until she walked out of the Great Hall door that Harry said, "I always felt that Hermione was different today, but I couldn't figure it out. ”

"Me too." Neville chimed in.

"I don't think it's any different, she's usually like that." Ron was visibly sulking, with a thorn in his words,

"Let's go, the first section is Transfiguration, and if you eat it again, Professor McGonagall will be terrifying." All morning, even in the Transfiguration classroom, Harry was wondering what was wrong with Hermione, and when it was time to eat at noon, he deliberately observed, but still didn't find any clues.

It wasn't until the evening, when he lay down in bed and fell asleep, that he suddenly woke up.

"I see!" Harry shouted.

"Don't make noise, Harry, sleep ......," Ron muttered, rolling over and soon silent. Looking at Ron's bed, Harry's expression was inexplicably lonely.

Because Hermione hadn't said a word to Ron all day. Not a word.