Osmanthus Cake
Hermione put on a dark blue nightgown with a star pattern, wrapped up her freshly dried dark brown hair, and curled up in the warm quilt to read this month's issue of "The Brain of the Strongest Wizard".
Nancy hasn't come back yet, and her roommates Demiya and Jacqueline are wearing facial masks and baking wet towels in front of the small oven in the center of the dormitory.
"Hermione, were you okay just now?"
"Did Ron Weasley make you upset again?"
Hermione slammed the magazine shut, startling them both.
"Upsetting me? With his tiny brain?" Hermione sneered, "What a joke. It doesn't matter, I swear I won't take one look at all his papers in the next whole month. He's dead."
Demiya and Jacqueline looked at each other, as if a little frightened by Hermione's sudden evil smile.
"Hermione, don't be too upset. Well, at least the other two Weasleys are quite nice, aren't they? Hey, I just saw George and Olivia on the way back. Hiding behind the tapestry in the corridor," Jacqueline said to Demiya, massaging the mask repeatedly with her fingertips, "Fred seems to be heading towards the garden with that serious and handsome Krum. No...maybe it was George...No, I can't tell. "
"Oh, you silly, talking about them at nighttime makes me blush..."
Hermione turned over, stopped listening to their gossip chat, and covered her face with the magazine. Suddenly she thought of what Ron said about whether she could tell Fred and George apart.
She couldn't tell exactly how she identified them. But she just knew who was who, from the first time they met.
Maybe it was the special smell of grass on Fred's body, maybe it was the eyebrows that always raised before Fred smiled, maybe it was the deliberate pause when Fred called her name... maybe it was...
Hermione fall asleep. The considerate Demia gently extinguished the candles and lanterns on the bedside table, and took the opening magazine off Hermione's face.
The next day, everyone got up pretty late. The Gryffindor common room was much quieter than in previous days. People were chatting away, interrupted by yawns from time to time.
Hermione's hair became plush and slightly curly again. She confessed to Harry that she had sprayed a lot of Smoothing Spray on her hair for the ball.
"But it would be too much work if doing this every day." She said, scratching Crookshanks' ears, and the cat hummed in comfort.
Ron and Hermione seemed to have reached a tacit agreement to keep silent about their quarrel. They were barely friendly to each other now, but Hermione made it clear that she doesn't have time to check his papers anytime soon.
At lunch, most of the people in the auditorium had just woken up. They were rubbing their eyes and yawning while taking bacon and cherry tomatoes from the plate. Dessert was Thousand Layer Osmanthus Cake.
Hermione caught a glimpse of Fred and George coming from the door to the Gryffindor table and sitting next to Lee Jordan. Fred had a small bandage wrapped around his right hand.
"You go ahead, don't wait for me when you done eating." Hermione said to Harry, took two pieces of osmanthus cake from golden plate, and walked towards the end of the long table with the book in her arms.
"...bro, you really beat up K——" Lee Jordan suddenly stopped talking, touched Fred with his elbow, and whispered, "Your love is looking for you."
Fred put down the goblet of pumpkin juice, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked back at Hermione.
Lee Jordan immediately gave up his seat and quickly said he is going to the Owlery with George.
Hermione sat next to Fred and stayed quiet for a while.
"Little Hermione is so quiet."
Fred held a bacon patty in his mouth and crossed his long legs on the wooden edge under the table.
"What happened to your hand?"
"Oh, it's no big deal. George was sleepwalking and mistook my handsome hands for Quaffles." He smiled playfully, and pulled off the meat patty casually with his unbandaged hand.
As soon as he smiled, Hermione saw a less obvious scar like mark on the corner of his mouth, and her eyebrows immediately came together.
"Liar, there are more injuries!" Her slender fingers touched the bruises around Fred's lips.
Girl delicate and soft skin carefully touched the corners of his cold lips. Under Fred's clear jawline, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.
Hermione didn't expect that she would suddenly reach out and touch it. She was so frightened by her own actions that she quickly withdrew her hand.
"What a pity. I thought little Hermione would touch me a little longer..." Fred lowered his head and brought his face closer, smiling shamelessly and happily.
"You... I just came to see if you were okay. It seems that you are definitely full of energy, now excuse me, I'm leaving. Here you go." Hermione dropped two pieces of osmanthus cake on his plate and turned around.
"Ouch, my hand hurts so much..."
Hermione's legs didn't move successfully and she turned around.
"Pretty little Hermione, the osmanthus cake looks so delicious," he pretended to be pitiful, moving the plate with difficulty with his bandaged hand, "May you feed me?"
Hermione's face turned red instantly.
In the first week of holiday, people just focused on having fun, now it’s time to think about homework. Christmas was over and everyone seemed to be calming down - except Harry, who was starting to feel a little nervous again.
The trouble was that as soon as Christmas was over, February 24th suddenly seemed much closer, and he hadn't even considered the clue hidden in the golden egg. Even though he had told Hermione, who asked about him multiple times, that everything was going well.
Therefore, as soon as he returned to the dormitory, he took out the golden egg from a big blanket, opened it and listened carefully, hoping to figure out any hidden clues.
Harry has not forgotten the suggestion Cedric told him, but he currently has no good feelings for Cedric, so if there is any way, he hopes not to accept his help. Therefore, on the first day of the new semester, when Harry went to class with Ron and Hermione, he not only carried books, parchment and quills as usual, but also had a heavy burden of the golden egg in his heart, just like He seemed to be carrying the golden egg with him.
The ground was still covered with thick snow, and there were fine condensation on the greenhouse windows. They couldn't see what was happening outside the windows while they were taking herbal medicine classes. No one wanted to go to Care of Magical Creatures in this weather, although Ron said the Explosive-Ended Skrewts would probably keep them warm, and they would either chase their classmates around or explode with so much sparks that Hagrid's hut would caught fire.
However, when they arrived at Hagrid's hut, they saw an elderly witch standing at the door. Her gray hair was cut short and her chin was very prominent.
"Come on, come on, the bell has been ringing for five minutes," she snapped at them. They walked through the snow, one foot deep and the other shallow, toward her.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, glaring at her, "Where's Hagrid?"
"I'm Professor Grapeland," she said crisply, "I'm the temporary substitute teacher for your Care of Magical Creatures class."
"Where is Hagrid?" Harry asked again loudly.
"He's not feeling well." Professor Graplan didn't want to say more.
A malicious chuckle suddenly sounded in Hermione's ears. They looked back and saw Draco Malfoy and other Slytherin classmates walking over. They were all in great spirits, and no one looked surprised when they saw Professor Grapeland.
"Please go this way," Professor Grapeland said, walking around the temporary stables. The Beauxbatons horses in the stables were trembling. Hermione, Harry, and Ron followed her, looking back at Hagrid's closed hut as they walked. All the curtains are drawn.
"What happened to Hagrid?" Harry asked as he took a few steps to catch up with Professor Grapeplan.
"Just leave it alone," she said, as if she thought he was being nosy.
"No I won't." Harry asked again, "What's wrong with him?"
Professor Grapeland didn't seem to hear him. She led them past the stables, where the huge Beauxbatons steeds stood, leaning against each other against the cold. They walked towards a big tree at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, under which a beautiful big unicorn was tied.
Many girls gasped in admiration when they saw the unicorn.
"Oh, it's so beautiful!" said Lavender Brown. "How did she get it? They say unicorns are hard to catch!"
This unicorn is so dazzlingly white that the surrounding white snow looks a bit gray in comparison. It paved the soil with its golden hooves restlessly and raised its horned head.
"Boys, stay back!" Professor Grapeland shouted sternly, throwing up an arm and hitting Harry hard on the chest. "Unicorns like women's touch. Girls stand in front, approach it carefully, come here. , relax..."
She and the girls walked slowly towards the unicorn, while the boys stayed by the stable fence and stood watching them. Harry saw that Professor Grapeland had moved so far that she could no longer hear him, so he turned to Ron and said:
"What do you think happened to him? It couldn't have been a Blast-Ended Skrewt—"
"Oh, Potter, if that's what you're worried about, I can tell you that he was not attacked," Malfoy said softly, "No, he was just too shy to show his big ugly face."
"What do you mean?"
Malfoy reached into the pocket of his robes and pulled out a folded newspaper.
"See for yourself," he said. "I really hate to break this news to you, Potter..."
He smiled proudly, and Harry grabbed the newspaper and unfolded it. Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville gathered around and watched with him. It was an article with a picture of Hagrid, and he had a sneaky look on his face.
Dumbledore's big mistake
Our special correspondent Rita Skeeter reports that the eccentric Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has always dared to hire controversial staff. In September, he hired Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, a decision that surprised many in the Ministry. Moody was a notoriously vicious former Auror who was known to attack anyone who made sudden movements in front of him. However, compared to the half-man, half-goblin Dumbledore hired to teach Care of Magical Creatures, Mad-Eye was serious, responsible, and amiable.
Rubeus Hagrid admitted that he was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year and has been working as the school's gamekeeper ever since, a job that Dumbledore found for him. Last year, Hagrid actually used mystical influence on the principal to win out from many more qualified candidates and get himself the position of Care of Magical Creatures teacher.
Hagrid is a large, fierce-looking man who abuses his newfound power by procuring a series of terrifying animals to scare the students in his charge. In a series of lessons that many called "terrifying", Hagrid had injured and maimed several students, while Dumbledore turned a blind eye.
"I was attacked by a Hippogriff and my friend Vincent Crabbe was severely bitten by a Flobber caterpillar." A fourth year student named Draco Malfoy said, "We all hate Hagrid, but we dare not speak out."
Hagrid, however, had no intention of stopping his threatening behavior. In a conversation with a reporter from the Daily Prophet last month, he admitted that he was breeding an animal he named a "blast-tailed snail," which is a cross between a griffon and a fire crab. Very dangerous. The creation of new species of magical animals is usually closely monitored by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic. But Hagrid thought he could transcend such cumbersome rules.
"I just thought it was funny." he said, then hastily changed the subject.
As if that wasn't enough, the Daily Prophet recently uncovered evidence that Hagrid is not the pure-blood wizard he always pretends to be. In fact he wasn't even a pureblood human. We can exclusively reveal that his mother is none other than the giant Friedvarfa, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.
Giants are cruel and bloodthirsty by nature, and were on the verge of extinction due to cannibalism in the last century. The remaining dozen joined the mysterious man's command, and during the terrifying period of the mysterious man's rule, they committed some of the most brutal Muggle massacres.
Many giants who worked for You-Know-Who died at the hands of Aurors fighting against the Dark Forces, but Friedvarfa was not one of them. She probably fled to one of the giant villages that still exists in the mountains abroad. However, if we analyze the eccentric behavior in Care of Magical Creatures lessons, it seems that Fredvarfa's son inherited his mother's cruel nature.
Surprisingly, Hagrid is said to have developed a close friendship with the boy who deprived You-Know-Who of his power - thus leaving Hagrid's biological mother, like the rest of You-Know-Who's followers, in anonymity. Hiding in Tibet. Perhaps Harry Potter was not yet aware of these unpleasant things about his hulking friend - but Albus Dumbledore certainly had a duty to ensure that Harry Potter and his classmates were aware of their relationship with The dangers of hanging out with half-blood giants.
Harry finished reading and looked up at Ron. Ron opened his mouth blankly.
"What do you mean? 'We all hate Hagrid'?" Harry snapped at Malfoy. "What the hell is that?" - he pointed at Crabbe - "He was bitten by a Flobber caterpillar. A big bite? They don’t even have teeth!”
Crabbe giggled, obviously feeling very pleased with himself.
"All right, I think it's time to end this idiot's teaching career." Malfoy said, his eyes sparkling, "The half-blood giant... I originally thought he just drank a bottle of Bone Spirit when he was a child... Parents of students are not gonna agree... They are worried that he will eat their children, haha..."
"You--"
"Are you paying attention?"
Professor Grapeland's voice reached the boys. At this time, the girls gathered around the unicorn and stroked it. Harry was so angry that the "Daily Prophet" article trembled in his hands as he stared at the unicorn with absent-minded eyes.