The two subjects that Hermione was known to be good at were flying and divination.

Probably the opposite of Yin Lizabeth, Hermione really doesn't know how to use this kind of vehicle.

Hermione, who couldn't control the broomstick, thought that she would be insulated from the sky for the rest of her life, but she never expected that Hagrid's Hippogriff would save her.

It's urgent, it's critical, okay.

Hermione, who was flying freely in the sky, experienced such a feeling of openness for the first time, which was incomparable to anything.

It's completely different from the feeling of flying.

Humans are born with a yearning and longing for the sky, but being in an iron box and feeling the air freely are two completely different feelings, Hermione screamed, laughing happily, the last time she was so happy was the last time.

Until she landed, Hermione's little face was flushed, and she looked like she couldn't get enough of it.

"I can see you're so happy, Hermione." Hagrid pulled her off the Hippogriff's body and put her on the ground, smiling and talking to her.

Hermione smiled happily, too, "Well, of course, I never thought I'd ever be able to fly around the sky one day—of course, flying doesn't count."

It took a long time for the excitement to subside, and Hermione looked at the big guys in front of her with a mesmerized gaze, still thinking about when she would go up and fly around again.

The class was so successful that almost everyone, except for Crabbe and Goyle, got the approval of the Hippogriff, and went up for a ride.

At this point, even Draco had to change his opinion about Hagrid - at least the big man's class wasn't as boring as he thought...... Pretty well, I don't admit it's funny!

Looking at the smiling Harry trio, Draco became arrogant for no reason.

Louis returned to his office at the end of the day to find Catherine's little face darker than it had been at noon.

"Still angry?" Louis asked with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Catherine pounced, took him in her arms, and breathed greedily into his body.

"What's wrong?" Luis asked with some surprise, it was the first time he had seen Catherine with such a straight ball.

Vitaly said idly, "It's not because you took a leave of absence, Professor Lupin did that Boggart...... Tsk, Catherine was scared and fainted......

"Huh?" Louis looked down at Catherine, who still had her head buried in his chest, and asked in confusion, "What did she see?" Scared to pass out? Can't you......

He still couldn't believe it, what could it be that scared Catherine unconscious?

"It's your corpse." Vitaly gloated, "I didn't expect her Boggart to be that kind of thing...... Tsk, a woman with a love brain......

Before he could finish speaking, he was gagged by Christasza and taped.

She could only struggle in vain, unable to make any sound.

"Okay, Boggart is fake, isn't that good for me?" Louis rubbed Catherine's blonde hair, smiled and comforted, and it took a long time for Catherine to reluctantly leave his embrace and glance at Vitaly coldly, but the slightly red and swollen eyes were really not a deterrent, but also destroyed the serious feeling. ….

Amoris sent a letter from Ye Ziyan, to the effect that there was something on Syris's side that could not be left for the time being, and that it would take some time to return. Louis didn't really care, and wrote a "got it" casually, and Toamoris sent it there.

If Amoris knew that the owner would let it run just to send three words, I am afraid that a rat would not be able to solve this problem.

Speaking of owls, Hermione's Amy and Crook Hill have been fighting lately, and the ginger pie-faced cat has a sour temper, and he can't see other cats outside his little master...... Head Hawk.

It turns out that Crookshane still likes to stare at Ron's Spotted bully, but now it's good, Crookshangh now has no time to care about Spotted, and the biggest pleasure every day is to play tricks on Amy until Amy is kicked out of the cage.

It only knew that it had won, but it didn't know that Amy had actually just come to deliver the letter, and that she was supposed to live in an owl hut.

Louis had taken half a month off in a row, so his classes were temporarily taken over by Lupin, and since the first class had passed, Harry's mood had become less beautiful, and when he came out of Professor Lupin's office, that bad mood had worsened.

This donkey face was pulled until the weekend, and on this weekend when everyone went to Hogsmeade, it evolved to the point of bringing the elder brother.

"Professor McGonagall, I, I don't know why, why didn't you let me go to Hogsmeade?" Harry blushed and shouted at Professor McGonagall, "I have a guardian's signature, but you see, even my brother-in-law has given me permission to go to Hogsmeade!"

"I'm sorry, kid, but you're a major target of the Ministry of Magic, and Sirius Black is at large, so I can't let you risk it." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with pity, why did she want to keep Harry at Hogwarts?

She really didn't want to do this wicked person.

Furious, Harry could only run to the Room of Request to vent until he was exhausted.

When I came out, I happened to see Lupin.

"Mind talking to me? Harry?"

Not to mention what Harry and Lupin actually said, just Hogsmeade.

As a professor, Louis naturally has access to the Three Broomsticks Bar, along with Catherine.

In September, Scotland was still a little frosty and dewy, and the two entered the bar in the cool air of the early morning.

The proprietress Ms. Rosmerta is a charming lady, not like in the movies, more like the beautiful Sicilian legend Monica Bellucci, whose mature charm is only half inferior to Solan Liane.

Of course, Solan Lian was also sitting in the bar.

Seeing Louis and Catherine walk in, Solanlian walked over and touched Catherine's head, kissed her on the cheek, touched Louis's face again, and kissed Louis on the corner of her lips with the same red lips.

This woman is so good.

"This is your daughter? She's grown so big...... "Lady Rosmerta exclaimed, "she is much prettier than you were when you were younger."

"It's a joy that the back waves of the Thames push the front waves, and that my daughter is prettier than me." Solanlian glanced at Louis in a daze, but when she turned her head to look at Ms. Rosmerta, she changed to a serious face for a moment: "This little man is Emma's son." ….

"She looks like her." Ms. Rosmerta chuckled and mixed two glasses of juice, "The son of the heartthrob lady is also a heartthrob, but he is so dedicated to your daughter, it seems that your daughter also has two shots."

"Of course, I don't want to see whose daughter it is." Solan Lian's expression was smug.

The two juniors just politely greeted Lady Rosmerta and sat down in the private room next to them, they really didn't want to talk to the old fox Solan Lian.

It should be said that there are no bones left that I don't want to be gnawed by this flat-headed honeypot.

It was Slytherin's instinct to seek advantage and avoid disadvantage.

But the two of them forgot that trouble would come to the door automatically.

As the bar was filled with customers, the door to the private room was opened by Solanlian, who sat down beside Catherine with a gust of incense.

"So, my good daughter was completely abducted by you?" Solan Lian looked at Louis with an unkind expression, then turned to Catherine and asked, "I didn't say that I went home to accompany me, an empty nester, all summer vacation, I really raised you for nothing!"

"It's better to have a raw Yorkshire pudding than to have you." Louis answered.

"Yes! It's better to give birth to you than to have a piece of Yorkshire pudding!" Solanlian said, glancing at Louis from the corner of her eye.

Louis felt a little foot on his lap.

"Hmph, every time I go home, I have to be teased by you, so I won't go back, I have Mr. Xiaolu now!" Catherine snorted, expressing a demonstration against her not-so-old mother.

"Then I'm so sad." Solanlian made a sad look

Expression: "If your Aunt Emma had a spirit in heaven and saw you doing this to me now, she would definitely laugh at me."

"That's your own fault, Leanne." Louis interjected when he saw the excitement.

The mother and daughter quarreled all morning, which ended in Solan Lian's victory.

Catherine angrily dragged Louis out of the Three Broomsticks, vowing that the next time she came to Hogsmeade, she would see that Solanlian should turn around and leave.

It's better than being cleaned up like this.

Louis was accustomed to the days when the two mothers and daughters would talk to each other as soon as they met, and he even doubted that in the future the two of them would be like Kassandra and Catherine.

Small trees, small trees are not repaired, and they are not straight, so when the time comes, just educate them well.

When he returned to Hogwarts, Harry was autistic, sitting in the Great Hall in a dejected state, looking like who I was, where I was, and what I was going to do.

When he saw his friends come back, Harry began to drag them to vomit bitterness, secretly rubbing his gun and sticking and began to say that Hogwarts was strict, and then transferred to the Ministry of Magic, which was not very angry, and finally transferred to poor Sirius Black, which was extremely motherly.

"Why! Why did he betray my parents?" Harry was all Spartan, holding his head and screaming frantically.

Everyone didn't have any definite answer to comfort him, so they could only accompany him through this heart-piercing time. ….

Fortunately, Harry had no heart and lungs, and walked out quickly, young man, sadness is only temporary, and it is good to vent it quickly.

As they walked back, they found that the hallways and stairs in front of the Gryffindor common room were crowded with people, surrounding the portrait of the fat lady and not entering.

"Why are they not going to go in here?" Ron asked, confused.

Harry looked over the head, and the portrait seemed to be closed.

"Please let me pass." It was Percy's voice, and he walked out of the crowd with a look of relief, "Why are you stuck here? You don't all have to forget your passwords like Neville - I'm sorry, I'm the president of the student council, please let me go—"

The crowd fell silent, from the front, so it was like a cold snap spreading through the hallway, and they heard Percy's voice, and it suddenly became sharp.

"Quick—go to the Headmaster's office on the eighth floor and ask Professor Dumbledore!"

The tone of these words is a bit like going to the west to invite the Buddha to taste inside.

Luis was also in the crowd and was a little unsightly with his height advantage. He looked left and right and asked Ron, "How's your eyes?"

"Huh? Hermione's eyes are the best, and I'm average." Ron subconsciously said modestly.

"You want me to hold her? I'm okay with that." Louis shrugged.

Ron blushed, he didn't want Louis to hug Hermione. He hurriedly said, "Okay, then my eyes are the best, what are you going to do?"

"Of course, I'm going to lift you up and see what's going on in front of you!" Louis said with hatred that iron is not made of steel.

Ron, who was lifted up, had a good view and could easily see what was going on, and he shouted, "I'm a bloody hell, there are several scratches on the portrait of the fat lady...... Oh my God, Harry......

Louis put him down and saw Ron shaking Harry in horror, "The scratch ...... It's like a big dog, my God, do you remember your tea?"

"Of course I do...... But this ......" Harry was stunned, no matter how much he deceived himself, he couldn't deny that the big black dog of tea was being fulfilled, and this big dog was coming towards the Gryffindor common room, obviously for him...... Eight or nine is not far from ten!

After a while, Dumbledore arrived, and he looked at his classmates with serious expressions, and the classmates subconsciously got out of the way. Only then did everyone see clearly what the portrait of the fat lady was doing

Fragments of canvas were scattered all over the floor, large pieces of canvas had been completely torn off the frame, and Dumbledore took a quick look at the damaged painting before saying to Professor McGonagall, "Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch at once and tell him to look for the fat lady on every painting in the castle."

"You're in luck." A hoarse voice said above them, and everyone looked up to see that it was Peeves, singing and dancing very badly.

After all, this guy is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and now seeing this kind of scene, it is already his most restrained performance to not set off a few fireworks and pull out fireworks.

"What do you mean by that? Peeves?" Professor Dumbledore asked with a blank face.

Peeves immediately stood still, and even his smile faded, and he changed to a slightly flattering smile, and said in a smooth tone, "Oh, my dear professor, of course I know the location of the fat lady, she is really frightened, and now she is hiding in that landscape painting on the fifth floor, hiding in the middle of the trees, my professor."

"Poor thing." He added, but it seemed completely devoid of pathetic sympathy.

"Did she tell me who did it?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

Pieves was furious, and laughed, "Of course she said, she wouldn't let him in, he's very annoyed, you know - he's really bad-tempered, isn't he? That Sirius Black ......."

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