The first weekend in February was sunny.
Because Valentine's Day is coming soon, on the grass in the school courtyard, by the Black Lake, and by the Forbidden Forest, there are suddenly many pairs of senior men and women leaning on each other. They ignore the pointing of the junior wizards, and even The professors watched with dissatisfaction and turned a blind eye, touching the tips of their noses affectionately and biting each other's ears, not caring whether the occasion was appropriate.
"It's immoral—why don't the prefects and professors care about it?"
Hermione, who got up early and went to the library, spotted at least five or six such couples on the way. As she passed them, Hermione thought angrily.
Today's library is even quieter than usual. Except for the stern Madam Pince, who is still sitting in her usual seat, holding a book with a gold cover and reading in trance, there are thousands of people in the hundreds of narrow passages behind her. Between the bookshelves, there are only a dozen senior students who are about to face the OWLW and NEWTS exams.
However, this did not affect Hermione's mood for studying. She skillfully and quickly shuttled among the rows of bookshelves, looking for the books she needed.
Ah, found it---
Hermione stopped in front of the bookshelf with dozens of tomes with old covers. She jumped up and pulled out a book "Forgotten Ancient Magic and Curses" from the top. After opening it, she leaned on the shelf behind her to read. Read the detailed and complicated text in the book, hoping to find out the reasons that caused Colin and Justin to become petrified.
Because Fred and George ran away without even saying hello, Wood had to angrily announce that today's training plan was cancelled.
This also made it rare for Harry to have a comfortable weekend when he got up early for training - he originally planned to accompany Hermione to search for clues, but before leaving, Ron held him back.
"It's rare for Wood to let you go!"
Ron puffed his cheeks and stuffed a small piece of grilled sausage into Scabbers' mouth. "Don't waste your precious weekend time on unnecessary things, Harry. Seamus has changed to a new set of Gobstones. I can do it." Go borrow it and help us pass the time!”
Then, Harry was easily convinced, and finally Hermione went to the library alone, hoping to find some clues about the attack in the ocean of knowledge and the river of history.
The sunlight passed through the dust in the air and the gaps between the bookshelves, forming strange lights and shadows on Hermione's young and serious face. As time went by, the bookshelf around Hermione became higher and higher, almost over her delicate shoulders.
Amosta, who came from the forbidden book area, looked at it silently for a while. Somehow, his heart felt a little rippled, as if he saw himself in Hermione.
"Miss Granger--"
"Ah, Professor Braine!" Hermione, who was immersed in the book, turned her head blankly. When she saw Professor Braine walking towards him with a smile, she quickly closed the books in her arms and stood up straight in a bit of a hurry.
"Sorry, Professor, I didn't realize you were here!"
Apart from the awkward first meeting in the school hospital during the Christmas holidays, this was Hermione's first meeting with Professor Blaine in a private setting.
Amosta glanced at the books in the arms of the uneasy little witch and understood. He nodded to Hermione and asked gently, "Are you looking for clues about the Chamber of Secrets?"
After receiving a positive reply from Hermione, Amosta glanced around and sounded surprised,
"Are you the only one, Miss Granger, where are your good friends Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, they didn't come to help you?"
"Oh, they two!"
The little witch with messy hair immediately became indignant. She was about to rant about Harry and Ron, but when the words came to her lips, she said that Harry had to go to Quidditch training, and Ron was also studying in the lounge. She was the only one who finished his herbal medicine class homework ahead of schedule and had nothing to do, so she came to the library for a walk.
"Hoho--"
Even without Legilimency, Amosta could tell that this was a lie, but he did not expose it, but nodded in understanding.
"The strong will always be lonely, Miss Granger, keep up the good work."
After leaving such a meaningless sentence, Amosta left directly.
Until long after his back disappeared around the corner of the rows of bookshelves, Hermione still stood there stupidly looking at Professor Blaine's back, chewing on the inexplicable words just now in her mind. Somehow, she just As if receiving some powerful encouragement, the arm that had been holding the book all morning was no longer sore, and the amber-like brown eyes had returned to brightness.
"Come on, Hermione!"
Hermione clenched her fists and said to herself, and then rushed to the bookshelf again with great energy.
Amosta was walking on the lively streets of Hogsmeade. Perhaps because of his identity change, many young wizards who came towards him took the initiative to say hello to him, and Amosta was also very friendly to them. Nod in response.
But suddenly, two not-so-tall wizards wearing black cloaks not far to the right made Amosta frown. After a brief thought, he deviated from the established goal and walked in after them. A remote alleyway.
Amosta followed them all the way to the Pig's Head Bar, but instead of following him in, he waited quietly outside the door with amusement on his face.
Sure enough, within a few minutes, the grumpy boss yelled loudly in the bar. Two men in black ran out of the bar with staggering steps. Before they had time to exchange opinions, they looked up and saw twenty people. Amosta, who was looking at them with a sneer from a few feet away.
Well---
Feelings of embarrassment, fear, and helplessness tore at the hearts of the two men in black robes. They stood tremblingly at the door of the Pig Head Bar, waiting for the punishment to come.
"No, brother, he can't see our faces clearly!"
The man on the right suddenly woke up. He lowered his voice and quietly pulled his accomplice's sleeve. The accomplice who was reminded immediately understood. Then, a hoarse voice and a heavy cough came from under the black robe on the left.
"Ahem, don't meddle in other people's business, boy, we kill without blinking an eye!"
Damn it!
Amosta stared at the two Weasley boys who were running away quickly with a dark look on his face, and decided to find an opportunity to show him some color!
After turning around and walking not far, I saw Percy Weasley and his Ravenclaw prefect girlfriend in a golden little angel in a misty teahouse where everything seemed to be decorated with ruffles or bows. A passionate kiss.
This family is all top talents in the wizarding world!
Amosta turned his head and pretended not to see this scene, and walked quickly towards the Three Broomsticks Bar.
............
In the evening, Hermione told Harry and Ron, who had been dejected in the lounge all day, what Professor Blaine said in the library in the morning, but unfortunately, Harry and Ron could not understand the meaning of that sentence. .
"but---"
Ron wrinkled his nose and waved his arms in the air unconsciously.
"Sounds pretty cool, right? What if I..., oh no, I mean you, Harry, in the Quidditch final, Gryffindor is down 140-0 against Slytherin, everyone Accept your fate, and you caught the Golden Snitch in front of Malfoy just before Adrian Pusey made the fatal shot, and then said this, I bet, Harry, Malfoy was angry I won’t be able to eat for a year!”
"If that's the case, Ron, I'd definitely be happy to help Malfoy eat his year's worth of food in one day!"
Harry also imagined the scene Ron said in his mind and chuckled happily.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, and just when she was about to criticize him, there was a sudden noise in the hall, and a large group of people quickly ran in around something.
The expressions of Harry and Ron, who were enjoying themselves, froze, and Hermione quickly realized that something had happened. She quickly dropped the food in her hands and ran over to inquire.
On the marble stairs, Principal Dumbledore rushed down with several professors with serious expressions. After a while, he dispersed the crowd and led Amosta, who was driving Lockhart, up the stairs.
The Heir of Slytherin is on the move again!
Harry, who was in a good mood just now, his heart sank into the icy water, and he immediately thought of the worst possibility. After looking at each other with Ron, who looked pale, the two of them hurriedly followed.
On the hospital bed in the school hospital, Lockhart was no longer as handsome as before. His hair was messy, his bloodshot eyes were wide open, and he was making uh-uh-uh sounds as hard as he could, as if he was anxious to say something!
Madam Pomfrey was checking his body, and judging from her 'serious' expression, the situation seemed serious.
Dumbledore was very reasonable and allowed the students to come in to visit Professor Lockhart. The students stood outside the curtain, exchanging uneasy glances with each other, while Hermione squeezed to the front of the crowd, looking at Lockhart who looked miserable. Te suddenly covered his mouth and began to sob softly!
Well...
When Amosta saw this scene, he secretly felt guilty and reflected on whether he had gone too far. However, when he saw Professor Snape standing in the shadows, seemingly trying hard not to laugh, his mood calmed down again. Come down.
"How's it going, Poppy?"
Dumbledore stood in front of Lockhart's bed, not letting anyone see his expression, but from the sound of his voice, it seemed that he was in a heavy heart.
"Very bad, Headmaster Dumbledore--"
Madam Pomfrey quickly glanced at the sullen Professor McGonagall and explained to everyone,
"Severe alcohol allergy, Headmaster, he will probably spend Easter in a hospital bed... Oh, doesn't anyone know that Professor Lockhart is not good at dealing with alcoholic beverages!"
Isn't Professor Lockhart's most desired birthday present a case of Ogden's Aged Firewhiskey...
Hermione, with tears in her eyes, raised her head blankly after hearing Madam Pomfrey's judgment.
"It's all my fault, Headmaster Dumbledore!"
Amosta stood up with a 'sad' look on his face.
"I invited Professor Lockhart to drink without knowing the situation. Oh... He probably agreed because he didn't want to offend me. I... I feel really ashamed of this. If you allow me, I You can take the blame and resign now!”
"No, no...okay..."
Before Professor McGonagall could take a step forward, to everyone's surprise, Professor Lockhart, who was looking at the dying Professor Lockhart, spoke out with his 'strong' willpower. Mosta stretched out his hand and murmured inaudibly,
"Xi...xi..., letter?"
"What did you say, Professor Lockhart? What else do you have to say?"
Amosta immediately nervously squeezed Dumbledore away, half-crouched in front of the bed and held Lockhart's hand. The other hand hidden in his sleeve was ready to replenish the spell at any time!
"Giggle...Ranger!"
Unexpectedly, Lockhart suddenly called Hermione's name again. Amosta frowned, but finally followed Professor Lockhart's 'last wish' and summoned Hermione to the bedside.
"I'm here, Professor, what do you want to say to me?"
Hermione's face was filled with tears, and her voice was filled with sadness as she asked, "What do you need me to do for you, Professor?"
"You...fans...you two..."
The livid Lockhart spat out word after word.
"Write a reply for me!"
