Along the way, he met several Gryffindors, and Harry asked them several times where Hermione was, but to no avail.

Maybe it's because he's from Slytherin, and some people don't want to talk to him at all.

For some people, it may be for other reasons, such as...

Gryffindor Tower, in front of the portrait of the fat lady, a girl rolls her eyes: "Oh~ Miss Jack-of-all-trades, sorry, I don't know where she is, few people care about her." ”

It was already evening, and the sky was flushed with purple red, the color of the setting sun, and few people had come out of the portrait of the fat lady.

Harry was a little frustrated, and the only thing he knew for sure was that Hermione had indeed skipped class.

That's not a good thing.

He took a deep breath, reluctantly walked to the fifth floor, and knocked on Mu En's office.

However, he knocked several times, but there was no sound inside.

"Kid, Mr. Cat isn't here, he's already gone to the auditorium." Behind him, a brisk voice spoke.

Mr. Cat...

Harry turned his head in surprise, would Uncle Muen be allowed to call him like this?? Who is so bold!

Harry turned his head and saw Sindel.

"It's Halloween Eve, let's go to the auditorium." The girl in the painting said.

"Okay, thank you." Harry nodded.

If it's a painting... That wasn't surprising, Harry thought to himself, after all, Uncle Muen couldn't pick a picture.

This indifferent thing quickly passed through his head, and he came here, in fact, he was also wondering if something had happened to Hermione that might appear here.

Soon, he came to the auditorium on the first floor, and the dinner had begun, and the four colleges gathered in twos and threes around their respective heads of the houses.

The festival dinner was not so elaborate, and the little wizards took their meals, walked around, and chatted with their friends.

Muen is drinking with Flitwick, who has a good amount of alcohol, and the beer bubbles hang from his beard, making him look cola.

"Of course no problem, to be honest, Muen, it's much easier for me to have you." Flitwick slammed the thick cup on the table and said boldly.

"You know, we, as teachers, don't mind answering children's questions. Sometimes, however, there is always a gap between our children and us.

There are some children who are more afraid of giving birth and do not dare to come to us when they encounter problems in their studies. Even if we come, we may not be there, after all, there are seven grade classes!

If you're willing to take the time to answer their questions, that's great. ”

"Of course I don't mind, after all, I have time." Muen and Flitwick toasted, then wondered, "Isn't Professor Quirrell coming to the dinner?" ”

Flitwick looked left and right, but he didn't see Quirrell.

"I don't know, maybe I'm busy with something else. Some teachers didn't like such a lively occasion, and Aurora didn't come. ”

Aurora Sinstani, a professor of astronomy at Hogwarts, teaches at the Observatory, and Muen only meets her once at the opening party.

"Okay." Munn nodded, and then he noticed Harry who had just arrived in the Great Hall and raised his glass to him.

Harry nodded, then walked towards the Gryffindor table.

"Did you see Hermione?" He came to the small circle of first-year people and asked.

But I only saw a shake of the head.

Just when Harry thought he was going to run for nothing again, a girl with curly dark hair raised her hand slightly.

It was Pelty, a first year in Gryffindor, and Harry remembered her.

"Hermione is in the women's restroom on the first floor, uh... She's in a bad mood, but all in all, she's fine, and you don't have to worry too much about her. ”

"Okay, thanks." Harry nodded, and turned to leave.

"Don't!" Perti hurriedly said: "She doesn't want others to disturb her. ”

Harry looked back and thought for a moment before nodding, "Okay. ”

However, despite saying this, his body still walked towards the outside of the auditorium.

He didn't know what had happened to Hermione, but he wanted to see it.

He used to be in a bad mood all the time.

He was often alone, dressed in baggy clothes, and playing with his bad eyes on the park swing for no apparent reason.

At that time, he didn't want anyone to bother him.

But...

As a person who is often bullied, he understands that feeling, in fact, it is not that he doesn't want to be disturbed, but he just doesn't want to show that ugly appearance in front of outsiders.

Harry didn't know if Hermione minded his presence, but he felt he shouldn't be invisible.

In short, it is best to go and see.

But what he didn't know was that not long after he walked around the corner of the auditorium towards the women's restroom on the first floor, a figure ran up the underground stairs and ran towards the auditorium.

A few minutes later, outside the women's restroom on the first floor, Harry listened to the sobs inside, a little embarrassed.

"Hermione, is it you?" Harry had no choice but to shout.

The sobs inside suddenly disappeared, as if the entire women's restroom had become empty.

Seemingly... Do you want to pretend that there's no one inside?

Harry said helplessly, "Looks like you're in there, okay." Anyway, I brought some Halloween candy, do you want it? ”

Harry didn't mention why Hermione was sad to be hiding here alone, he thought it would be a good idea to change the subject.

"No... No, Harry. I was just... It's just..."

"Hermione, don't worry, I can wait for you to make it up slowly." Harry laughed.

Inside the bathroom, a sneering laugh could be heard, and Hermione was visibly amused by Harry's words.

"Anyway, I saw mango pudding for dinner today, and seriously, it's out of season, maybe it's the last time I've eaten this this year." Harry said again.

After a long while, the sound of shoes stepping on the water sounded.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the words were of some use to Hermione.

Hermione stepped out of the cubicle, her gown crumpled, her eyes red, and her hair, which wasn't smooth, looked messier than usual.

"Well, if it's a mango pudding." Hermione said.

"And, of course, the squeaky toffee." Harry pulled out a candy.

Hermione walked out, still rubbing her eyes a little embarrassed: "Sorry for worrying you." ”

"We're friends, aren't we?" Harry smiled absently. As he spoke, he took out a mask and came out.

"What is this?" Hermione was curious.

"This is the animal mask that Fred and George made." Harry introduced.

"What's that? Lion? Hermione was curious.

"No, it's a cat, I think girls like cats a little bit. It's a big yellow cat, and I asked Uncle Muen for help, but luckily he didn't mind. Harry laughed.

Hermione was a little surprised: "I'm also... I thought it would be an otter. ”

"Otters?" Harry was a little puzzled, "Why do you think so?" ”

"Some of them say I'm like water... Forget it, let's not talk about it. It's not a big deal. ”

"It seems that they really can't find a point to say, so that's why they can only say that about you. Maybe from another point of view... It's a compliment?! Harry reassured.

Hermione couldn't help but smile when she heard this, "Thank you, Harry. After speaking, she looked at the mask: "Can I try it?" ”

"Of course, and I've incorporated the vocal skills that the Viking warriors taught me earlier into the mask, so you can roar when the time comes." Harry said.

Hermione nodded, and couldn't wait to put the mask on, only to see the mask like a fluid, quickly enveloping Hermione's entire head, and in a short time, Hermione turned into an orange cat with a somewhat round face.

"Meow~"

The voice was somewhat high-pitched, echoing through the quiet hallway.

Hermione was a little startled by this sound and quickly covered her mouth.

"Whoa!!

"Oh, Harry, someone answered me, is it the roar of the lion mask?" Hermione was pleasantly surprised.

Then she saw Harry's frozen face.

"Uh... No! Fred's masks they sold... Doesn't add a roaring magic pattern. ”

"Huh?"