Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 116: Ron’s sheets have blood stains

　　 "Huh? What to deal with?" Harry asked in confusion.

　　 "She has so many classes!" Ron widened his eyes. "This morning, I heard her talking to Professor Victor. Victor is the witch who teaches arithmetic and divination-they are here Speaking of yesterday’s homework, it was impossible for Hermione to go to the arithmetic and divination class yesterday because she took the magical creature protection class with us!"

　　" And Ernie McMillan told me that Hermione never missed even a Muggle studies class, but half of this class conflicted with divination, and she never missed any divination. Lesson!"

　　 Harry doesn't have time to discuss Hermione's unworkable class schedule at the moment. He must write Snape's paper quickly.

　　 But Ron kept chattering beside him, which made him very depressed.

　　 On Maca's side, no one knows what he is up to, but he has been running to the principal's office lately, which makes him look more hurried than Hermione.

　　 Harry and Ron only met him a few times on a limited basis.

　　 I have to say, they all feel that every time they see Maca, they will find that he looks more tired than last time.

　　 "What happened to him and Hermione?"

　　 One day, when Harry and Ron were walking to the common room, Ron couldn't help complaining.

　　 "Who knows?"

　　 Harry answered the password, drilled through the door, and immediately saw Hermione staying behind her mountain of books.

　　 "Can I sit down?" Harry asked Hermione.

　　 "I think so." Hermione said, removing a large piece of parchment from a chair.

　　 Harry looked at the messy table, then at the long, wet arithmetic divination paper, and then at the longer Muggle research paper, and Hermione was working Deliberate translation of magic text.

　　 "Explain why Muggles need electricity?" Ron leaned forward, read the Muggle research paper, and read word by word.

　　 Hermione reached out and rolled it up--its ink was dry.

　　 "Okay...oh! I should go and feed Zebra tonic!" Ron suddenly yelled, "Maca gave me another vial before, that worked!"

　　Hermione ignored him at all, so Harry waved at him.

　　 "...Then, how can you handle so many things?" When Ron left, Harry turned around and asked.

　　 "Oh, uh—you know—work hard." Although Hermione was a bit hesitating, she at least showed that she was pretending to be nonchalant.

　　 Harry got closer to discover that she looked almost as tired as Maca.

　　 "Why do you learn so many two subjects?" Harry couldn't help asking.

　　 At this time, Hermione picked up another book and looked for her magic word dictionary.

　　 "I can't do it!" Hermione said casually.

　　 Harry picked up the paper on arithmetic and divination, and after reading it for a few times, he felt a little dizzy—the number table and various calculation formulas on it were too complicated.

　　 "Arithmetic divination looks really terrible..." Harry frowned.

　　 "Oh, no! Arithmetic divination is amazing!" Hermione showed a sincere expression, "Arithmetic divination is one of my favorite courses! It's..."

　　 Although Hermione gave him a detailed introduction, Harry still didn't understand the magic of arithmetic and divination.

　　 At this moment, a muffled shout came from the stairs of the boys’ dormitory. No one spoke in the entire common room, and everyone was full of fear and she stared at the door.

　　The sound of hurried footsteps, getting louder and louder, and then...

　　Ron jumped into everyone's sight, hiding a sheet with him.

　　 "Look!" he roared, and strode over to Hermione's table, "Look!"

　　 Ron yelled, shaking the sheet in front of her.

　　 "Ron, what are you looking at—?"

　　 "Scaly! Look! Scaly!"

　　 Hermione took a few steps back, avoiding Ron, who had a distorted face, completely at a loss.

　　 Harry looked at the bed sheet Ron was holding--there was something red on it, which looked terrible, like--

　　 "Blood!" Ron yelled in a panic silence, "It's dead! Do you know what else is on the floor?"

　　 "No, I don't know..." Hermione's voice trembled.

　　 Ron threw something on Hermione's translation of magic text, Hermione and Harry leaned forward and looked forward. They saw a few long **** cat hairs scattered on the strangely shaped, long and pointed magic characters.

　　……

　　 In recent days, Ron and Hermione’s friendship seemed to have broken up—the two were so angry that Harry didn't know how to remedy their relationship.

　　Ron was angry that Hermione never took Crookshanks' intention to eat Scattered seriously, and never bothered to observe Crookshanks carefully.

　　 He thought that Hermione still pretended that Crookshanks were innocent at the moment, and suggested that Ron go under the beds of all the boys to look for spots.

　　 Hermione who came back to her senses furiously said that Ron had no evidence. Those yellow hairs might have been there since Christmas, and since Crookshanks jumped to Ron’s head in that magical zoo Ron has been prejudiced against her cat since last day.

　　 Harry personally thought that Crookshanks did eat Scab, and tried to point out to Hermione: All the evidence points to this, and at this time, she also lost her temper to Harry.

　　 "Well, stand on Ron's side, I know you will!" she said angrily, "First it was Firebolt, now it's Scabbard. Everything is my fault, isn't it? Firebolt I can Don’t report, at least you won’t be nagging all day long, but this time, let me be alone! Harry, I have a lot to do!"

　　 Ron looked very sad when he lost the mouse.

　　"Okay, Ron. Don't you keep talking about how annoying Scabbers are," Fred said readily, "and it hasn't had any energy for a long time, it's a little bit...you know , Dying fast is probably better for it."

　　 "Fred!" Ginny said angrily.

　　 "Scaly is nothing more than eating and sleeping all day long, Ron, you said it yourself." George said.

　　 "But... Maca has been sending me nourishing rat food," Ron said miserably, "Isn't it, Harry?"

　　 "Oh-yes, fried peanuts, that's really delicious!" Harry said.

　　 "Perhaps Maca is letting Shaban be a rat food taster!" Fred couldn't help but smile, "This may be the most valuable thing he has done in his life! Oh, okay, Ron, settle with Hermione, and buy another rat. What's the use of lamenting?"

　　 Harry persuaded Ron to go to the field with him to watch the last training of the Gryffindor team before the game, so that Ron can ride the Firebolt after training, as a last resort to make Ron happy .

　　 "Good idea! Can I try to play ball too?"

　　 It seemed that Ron had temporarily forgotten Scatter, so they went to the Quidditch pitch together.

　　 The next day, Harry, who had a firebolt and had undergone rigorous training, won the victory as expected.

　　 After the game, everyone wrapped Harry and headed to the Gryffindor common room. A lively party lasted until the evening.

　　 Fred and George Weasley were missing for two hours, and when they returned they were carrying a bottle of Butterbeer, Fizzing Pumpkin Juice, and several large bags of Honey Duke’s sweets.

　　 "How did you get it?" Angelina asked.

　　At this time, George began tossing toad mint into the crowd.

　　 "We got a little help from the Moon face, Wormtail, Bigfoot and Prongs." Fred whispered in Harry's ear.

　　 Only one person did not attend this joyous party.

　　 Hermione sat in a corner unbelievably, trying to read a big book called "The Life and Social Habits of the British Muggle Family".

　　Seeing Fred and George starting to juggle with Butterbeer bottles, Harry took the opportunity to leave the table and came to Hermione.

　　 "Have you never been to the game?" Harry asked.

　　 "Of course I have been." Hermione didn't look up at Harry at all, and her voice was strangely high. "I'm glad we won. I think you did a good job, but I must be on Monday. Read this book before..."

　　 "Come on, Hermione, come and eat something." Harry glanced at Ron, who was smiling happily now, and he couldn't help thinking: Is Ron's emotions good? Enough to make peace with Hermione?

　　 "I can't~IndoMTL.com~ Harry, I have 422 pages to read!" Hermione's voice sounded a little hysterical, "Tell me..."

　　 She also looked at Ron, and whispered: "I'm afraid he won't want me to participate."

　　 This matter is obvious.

　　 because Ron deliberately picked this opportunity and said loudly: "If Scaly is not eaten, he can eat a few of these Fudge flies, he has always liked to eat--"

　　 Hermione cried suddenly.

　　 Her nerves have been tense lately. Whether it’s the busyness of classes and studies, or the splattered things, this keeps her in a state of depression... But Harry still didn’t expect her. If you really cry, you will cry.

　　 Before Harry could say or do anything, Hermione put the big book under her arm, sobbed and panicked open the door, and ran out of the Gryffindor common room.

　　 "Can't you let her take a break!" Harry couldn't help but said to Ron, then glanced at the door, "It's already night, I think it's best to get her back as soon as possible... "

　　 Ron also glanced at the doorway that was half open. He struggled for a while, but still stubbornly stubborn.

　　 "No," Ron said sternly, "If she is sorry-but she never admits that she was wrong, Hermione is like this! She still looks like Baba was on vacation or something Of..."

　　 Harry hesitated, sighed, and ran out of the door with a helpless expression.

　　 "It's so late, and it's dark everywhere, where will Hermione go?" He couldn't help thinking, "According to Hermione's character, she definitely wouldn't run out at night. Night tours are against school rules!"