Chapter 47: The "accident" of the Christmas banquet

The dawn of Christmas is coming, the weather is cold, the snow is white, Hogwarts is as heavy as the snow on the ground, the dull atmosphere covers the entire castle, and the students seem to be like frosted eggplants, pick up two or three The petrochemical incident made them unable to lift the long-awaited Christmas.
　　 Early in the morning, Harry was awakened by Hermione. He looked unconsciously at Ron’s bed, still empty. He sighed and thought, "Today we may find the murderer."
　　 "Wish you a Merry Christmas." Hermione said to him, threw the gift to Harry, and then confirmed the exciting good news-the medicine was done.
　　Harry sat up and was completely awake at once.
　　 "Malfoy had better pray that he didn't do anything bad, otherwise I wouldn't let him go." Harry clenched his fists. Then teased Ron's pet, Bianban, which seemed to be a little listless because the owner was petrified.
　　 "Hmm." Hermione just nodded slightly.
　　 At this moment, Hedwig flew into the house with a small parcel in his mouth. It seems to be a Christmas gift for Harry. Hedwig bit his ear in a very affectionate way. This greeting is much more precious than the gift it brought him.
　　 A toothpick and a letter from a bad relative will not make people happy.
　　Harry received other Christmas gifts is much more satisfactory. Hagrid gave him a large bag of fudge, Harry decided to put it by the fire and bake it soft before eating, Hermione bought him a luxurious feather pen. Harvey opened the last gift, which turned out to be a brand new hand-knitted sweater from Mrs. Weasley and a large raisin cake. He held up Mrs. Weasley's greeting card, and he felt a sense of guilt again. He thought of Mr. Weasley’s car, which had been missing since he collided with Willow. He also thought of Ron lying on the bed, which made him feel more uncomfortable when he received the gift. .
　　He saw the unopened "Flying with the Artillery Team" on Ron's table. He knew it was a gift that Ron was going to give him, but now he was not there.
　　 At Hogwarts Christmas dinner, everyone ate with relish, and the food was still able to divert the attention of others. The delicious food made them temporarily forget the dull atmosphere before.
　　The hall looks magnificent. There are not only a dozen silver frost-covered Christmas trees, and thick ribbons made of mistletoe and holly crisscrossed on the ceiling, but also enchanted snow, warm and dry, gently falling from the ceiling . Dumbledore led them to sing some of his favorite Christmas carols, and after Hagrid poured glass of eggnog, his voice grew louder.
　　 "Hermione, it's time." Harry estimated that time was enough, and said to Hermione.
　　 "En." Hermione nodded.
　　 Malfoy and Pansy were enjoying the food brought by the Christmas dinner at the Slytherin table. Suddenly a scream occurred in the crowd, and then spread to the Slytherin table.
　　 A pen was out of control. It was frantically sloshing in the sky, spurting black ink all around, splattered everywhere, and the students were tumultuous. It also brought a long-lost anger to the auditorium. It kept moving towards Slytherin's table and finally came to Pansy.
　　 "Oh my God." Pansy screamed and quickly got up to avoid the "source of all evil." But still not dodge, he was sprayed with black ink. As for Malfoy, he was thinking about his affairs intently, but he subconsciously wrote a curse to himself to avoid suffering, and Pansy did not take it into account.
"Who did it?" Pansy screamed like a blown kitten, looking around, trying to find out the culprit. Anyone encountered such a mood at such a happy holiday None will be good, besides she is still eating.
　　 "I'm sorry, Fred and George had a little problem while teaching me to use this pen." Harry came over from the crowd and bowed his head and apologized sincerely.
　　 "Well?" Malfoy was not in a mood to take care of these things. He was still thinking about how to find an opportunity to settle the diary with the Basilisk once and for all, so he raised his head slightly. He said to Pansy's robe: "Clean it up." It seemed that he wanted to make things bigger and smaller, and he was going to persuade Pansy not to worry about Harry.
　　 The result is totally invalid.
　　 "I'm so sorry." Harry's head was buried lower. "The ink of this pen is specially made, and it needs a special potion to wash it away."
　　 "Oh, that's no way." Malfoy shrugged and said to Pansy: "Then find our dean, I believe he has a way."
　　 "It's really disappointing." Pansy looked angrily at the wizard's robe full of ink.
Malfoy did not have any doubts, and not to mention that he is now fully focused on the diary. The Weasley brothers’ pranks he witnessed the runaway almost every week. This is very common and there are always a few people Now that the plot has become like this, Crabbe and Goyle are even more lost because he doesn't know where he is going. He doesn't know that someone will want to say something later.
　　History is always surprisingly similar.
Harry walked out of the auditorium with frustration and pansy, and secretly compared her with a successful posture to Hermione. Hermione grasped the idea and hurriedly ran to the girl's bathroom. She must hurry. There is not much time for Energy.
　　 There is not much difference between her and Pansy, but she still stole a robe from Slytherin's dressing room. After all, the clothes between the two colleges are not the same.
In the bathroom, the bubbling, syrupy thick soup was gurgling, and Hermione was a little nervous, if Ron and Harry might not be so in her. Tensed, but one is now on the bed, one is attracting her attention.
　　She held the spoon with her trembling hands, then scooped up a large ball of soup and poured it into the glass she had prepared.
　　 The decoction made a loud noise, like a pot of boiling water, and foamed vigorously. After a second, it changed to a slightly purple color.
　　 Perhaps because of her similar body, Hermione, who only adjusted her body slightly, did not suffer much pain, but her face was slightly itchy. She walked to the mirror and looked at herself.
　　 has no flaws.
　　 But she can't go out right now, which is so strange. Hermione resisted the eagerness to go out and walked back and forth in the bathroom. She could only choose to believe that Harry gave her enough time for her.
About twenty minutes passed before Hermione slowly walked out of the girl's bathroom. When she came out, she tried to avoid being spotted. She kept looking around. She gasped for breath and tried to calm herself down. A heart about to jump out of the chest, this tension should not be just for one reason.
In front of the hall, she took another deep breath and touched her chest with her hand, as if she wanted to fix it there. Perhaps the distance to the truth was so close, but she felt more and more Fear, she even had the idea of ​​running away, but she thought of those petrified classmates, and one of her best friends-Ron, lying unconscious on the bed, her hesitant heart again Firmed down.
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