Harry hesitated, and continued to look through his hat, especially the lining.

The Sorting Hat writhed and roared, "I'm clean, I've never been so clean in a thousand years, inside and out!" ”

"Put me on!"

"You were the one who threw me at the door of the bathroom, and you don't like anything now."

Harry reluctantly put on his hat.

"You're really good." The Sorting Hat couldn't wait, whispering in his ear, "And courageously standing up for a friend, ah, what a thing to celebrate." ”

"I had to think about how to make it into a song."

"Don't talk nonsense, get down to business." Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's not funny, Gryffindor loves to hear me sing." The Sorting Hat sighed, "Alright, let's get down to business. ”

"I was going to wait until you're at least in your third year before I tell you about the trial."

"But you have proven yourself now, you have courage without being reckless, you are determined without being too shrewd, the strong do not draw their swords from the weak, this is the Gryffindor philosophy."

"And you've made it, first year, solo, kill a troll......"

"Let's just say it." Harry had no strength to interrupt it again.

The Sorting Hat muttered, "I'm complimenting you, impatient little wizard. ”

"The first item of the Gryffindor Trial."

"You'll need to enter the Slytherin common room and take the portrait of Slytherin - the second trial is on the back of the portrait."

Harry's face turned green.

"Isn't it a surprise?" The Sorting Hat teased, "That's a genius idea. ”

"Who would have thought that Gryffindor would put his Inheritor's Trials in the common room of the House founded by Slytherin, the one who hated him the most?"

Harry rubbed his face hard, "That's a real problem. ”

"Yes." The Sorting Hat pointed at the tip of the hat, "Gryffindor said that courage is not a rare quality, but brainless courage is recklessness. ”

"But it's often harder for smart people to have courage."

Harry agreed.

Wise man... They may not be without courage, but reason tells them to stop losses in time.

"How to get into the Slytherin common room, you need to use your brain, I tell you, Slytherin is probably the most xenophobic......" the Sorting Hat gushed.

Harry took off his hat with a blank face.

Ron looked at Harry with a wistful expression, "What is the content of the trial?" ”

He paused, "Can you let me know?" ”

"Rude little ghost, I haven't finished my sentence yet." The Sorting Hat yelled.

Harry poked it, "You're too long-winded, you've been in the office for a long time, and no one has spoken, so you have a strong desire to talk?" ”

Before the Sorting Hat could go back, Ron poked him again, "So, can I know what the trial is about?" ”

"I can only tell those who are qualified about the trial." The Sorting Hat shook his head, "But I can't care about the Inheritor's thoughts, I'm just a hat." ”

Ron understood, turned his head, and looked at Harry with a wistful expression.

"Now only the first item is known." Harry didn't have any taboos, it was in his best interest for one more person to know about this kind of thing, and to think from one more angle, "I'll have to find a way to get into the Slytherin common room." ”

Ron was stunned and looked at the hat incredulously.

What kind of test is this?

"So what do you have in mind now?" He frowned, thought for a while, couldn't find a way, turned to look at Harry, who had undressed, picked up a new change, and was about to go to the bathroom.

Harry shook his head, "My thoughts now are to go to the shower, do you want to be together?" ”

Ron was taken aback: "Don't you want to be tried?" ”

"It's seven years." Harry shook his head, "There's no rush on this thing, I'll meet Hermione tomorrow and discuss it together, I'm too tired today." ”

"Oh, do you want to tell her about this?" Ron was stunned for a moment, and his heart was a little pantothenic acid - it wasn't that kind of emotional jealousy, but the only best friend of the savior, and now if he wanted to become the only two, he wouldn't have that kind of speciality.

Harry nodded, "Of course, she's smart. ”

"I think I'll be enough to help you." Ron muttered.

Harry sighed, "I don't know who it was today, I asked him to bring the professor over, and he forgot even what I said." ”

Ron blushed and pleaded, "Oh, no, Harry. ”

"Not going to take a shower? Then I'll go alone. Harry shook the clothes in his hand.

Ron rummaged through the cabinets: "Wait, I'll go too." ”

They went down to the fifth floor, where the bathroom was, it was too late, there weren't many people, and the relative quiet, soaked in the warm water, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

There's so much going on today.

Even if he was a witcher, he was only eleven years old after all, and he couldn't help but be a little exhausted.

What worries him the most is the spell of love.

Harry was in a trance, and for half a year, until today's conversation with Dumbledore, he had a solid sense of belonging to a part of this world.

Parents?

Witchers don't have anything like that.

Harry soaked himself in the pool, gurgling bubbles, and Ron struggled to shake his head out as he began to worry if he was drowning.

After washing, I went back and fell asleep as soon as my head was next to the pillow.

Halloween is not a holiday, and classes are held the next day - Potions class on Friday.

Snape was rare, not too directed at Harry, only a shallow five points.

Wait for the end of the course.

They made their way to the school infirmary on the second floor to see Hermione, and as they passed Professor McGonagall's office, Harry stopped and told Ron to wait for him.

After entering, it didn't take long for me to come out immediately.

"What's wrong?" Ron returned the bag to Harry.

Harry's tone was relaxed: "I went to get the confinement, this time it's only half a month." ”

Ron's voice couldn't help but get louder: "You're just done with the last one!" ”

"And you saved Hermione, and Professor McGonagall is going to give you ......"

Harry waved his hand, "Be quiet, it's protecting me - Professor Snape was there yesterday, you didn't hear it, he wanted to confine me." ”

Ron bit his lip and let out a loud sigh, "I knew Professor Snape wasn't a good man. ”

Harry didn't contradict him.

Soon to the school doctor's office.

Madam Pomfrey was busy, and when she saw Harry and the two of them coming in, she immediately put down her things and hurriedly asked, "Why are you two unwell?" ”

"No, we're here to see Hermione Granger." Harry replied.

Madam Pomfrey's brow furrowed, "That's in there." ”

She walked forward and led the way.

"How's Hermione's injury?" Harry asked.

Madam Pomfrey said, "Lie down for another day, and you can go back on Saturday night, her injuries are not affected by magic, and they are easy to heal." ”

As she spoke, she opened the curtain: "Miss Granger, someone has come to visit you." ”

Hermione, who was half-sitting on the bed, was startled and turned her head to look: "Harry, Ron, are you here?" ”

"I'm sorry." Harry's face was expressionless, "...... yesterday"

Hermione shook her head, "I'm sorry, if it weren't for you, the troll's stick would have fallen, and I might have died." You saved me. ”

"Look at your face." Harry looked back and pulled the stool over and sat down, "I didn't sleep last night, it hurts?" ”

Hermione shook her head, she was indeed haggard, her skin was dull, and the dark circles under her eyes were boiled out: "I'm thinking about things. ”

"Because of me, Gryffindor has been deducted ten points."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Didn't Professor McGonagall add another twenty points later?" ”

"The twenty points are yours." Hermione accentuated, emphasizing, "It's none of my business. ”

Ron silently made up the knife: "Not only did the points be deducted, but there was also half a month of confinement." ”

Hermione was stunned and gasped: "There is still half a month of confinement? ”

"Yes, just now, when I passed by Professor McGonagall's office." Ron added.

Hermione's face was even more guilty: "I'm sorry, Harry......"

"There's nothing to be sorry for." Harry shook his head, "If it were you, would you be willing to save me at that time?" ”

Hermione nodded firmly, "Of course." ”

Harry spread his hands: "Wouldn't that be good. ”

Hermione lowered her head, she was struggling with more than that.

Harry glanced at Ron, "Don't you have anything to say to Hermione?" ”

Ron froze, clenching his fists.

Harry raised his hand and patted him lightly on the back of the head, "Say it." ”

Ron was hesitant - he had been working on a day's work yesterday, but after a good night's sleep, he forgot about it, and he could only say dryly: "Yes... I'm sorry, Hermione, I shouldn't have said anything so heavy yesterday. ”

Hermione shook her head, "No, you're right. ”

"It's my problem."

Speaking of this, she paused, and her voice was a little choked: "It's just that I still can't understand it, after all, that's the school's rules." ”

With a wave of his wand, Harry's handkerchief on the bedside table flew and landed in Hermione's hand: "Rules are dead, people are alive." ”

"You broke the school rules, and the punishment you got was only a demerit of points."

Ron added: "Maybe there's also confinement. ”

Harry gave him a blank look and continued, "This shows that at Hogwarts, the school rules are only a very light constraint, and when you want to do something out of the ordinary, it is used to remind you whether you have the courage and the courage to bear the consequences of this matter. ”

"It's just in a way, representative of the house, Hermione, but it's not the most important."

Hermione froze for a moment.

Harry said softly, "The most important thing is not how the rules are written, but how people connect. ”

The words came out of his mouth, and he himself felt a little ridiculous.

Witchers are emotionless monsters.

Hermione's eyes grew firm, "Thanks, Harry, I think I understand. ”

Harry nodded, clapped his hands, and restrained his expression: "Then let's talk about the next thing, yesterday the Sorting Hat told me about the trial, the first level is to enter the Slytherin common room and take an object, do you have any ideas?" ”

Hermione was stunned for a moment, her face was flustered, and she was a little caught off guard: "Oh... You make me think about it. ”

Just now I was still talking about such warm comfort.

Now it is suddenly bringing up such a pragmatic topic.

Coupled with the fact that she was lying on the bed - Hermione suddenly had the feeling that she was looking at Harry, and Lisso was wearing pants.