[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

After bidding farewell to Fred, I put away my inner feelings for the time being, and on the way back to the lounge, I found my junior, Roll, waiting there.

Seeing Sigrid coming back, he hurried over in two or three steps, "Prefect, she didn't make things difficult for you, right? If you don't come back before the curfew, I'm going to go find the dean."

Seeing that her junior's concern was genuine, Sigrid naturally did not give him a cold face and thanked her with a smile, "I'm fine, go back and rest."

Luo Er smiled shyly, feeling that he and the goddess had become much closer, so he secretly changed his words and said, "Senior sister, I took the liberty to help you inquire about it in the academy."

If this junior hadn't informed her to meet Umbridge today, she would have had no impression of him. He was just an ordinary third-year junior, very low-key, not talkative, and good at studies.

Now one more thing should be added - helpfulness.

"Did you find anything?" Sigrid became interested. She originally planned to check tomorrow, but she doesn't need to now.

"I thought it was that idiot Little Greengrass. She has always been jealous of you." Rolle looked even angrier than her client. "However, she probably doesn't know about this. First-year Blount took leave and was hospitalized this morning. Wu M'Ridge was called away by Madam Pomfrey when she was teaching our third grade class in the afternoon."

As Sigrid thought, Blount was indeed a major suspect. After all, she was the only one who kept visiting recently. It was unclear whether there was anyone else behind the scenes.

"Is Blunt back now?" Sigrid looked at Rolle who was waiting there with a submissive expression.

"No, she took a week's leave." Rohr said firmly.

"Thank you, Roll. You go back first!" Sigrid didn't plan to go back to the lounge now. She wanted to see what kind of illness Blount had.

Originally, Rohr wanted to volunteer to go to the medical room to find Blunt, but he carefully discovered that the goddess planned to go by himself, and would not let him follow him, so he could only nod obediently and send her away.

He had already thought about how to teach this lowly mudblood a lesson.

There was only half an hour left before the curfew, and there was no one in the castle. Only the portraits were still whispering, and Sigrid opened the door of the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey was about to go out when she saw Sigrid at the door and wondered, "Miss Stewart, why are you here so late? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No, madam! I just heard that a classmate of our college had an accident. As a prefect, I should come over and take a look." Sigrid said softly.

"Yes, Miss Blount is indeed very pitiful. Go and comfort her! I will go to your dean now to find a solution." Madam Pomfrey frowned and said sympathetically.

"Thank you for your hard work, madam!" Sigrid watched Madam Pomfrey walk away.

Haha, she was very curious about how pitiful Blount was now! She had never tried letting anyone drink her potion.

Sigrid walked into the infirmary. It was dark inside, and not a single light was turned on.

Sigrid cast a silver flash and looked around, only one bed was occupied.

Blunt buried himself completely in the quilt, shivering. She's up to now. I still can't accept the fact that it happened to me.

Sigrid walked slowly to Blount's bed, lit the lamp on her bedside table, and then gently patted the person covered in the quilt.

Blount poked half of his face out of the quilt and saw Sigrid sitting on the bedside looking at her with a smile. Fear and guilt were intertwined, so he covered the quilt and stepped back.

He kept begging for mercy, "Don't come over, I beg you, don't come over!"

Sigrid was kind enough to catch her just as she was about to fall off the bed.

"Don't be nervous, Blunt, I'm just here to visit you on behalf of Slytherin." Sigrid was in a good mood now. She had been waiting for a week.

"Now, take off your quilt, sit up and talk to me." Sigrid's tone was still soft, but she could not refuse.

Blount shook in the quilt for a long time before taking off the quilt and sitting up. "Good evening, prefect."

Sigrid looked at Blount's current appearance without restraint before answering, "Is Miss Blount's new look very good?"

Blunt looked at her with tears in his eyes. The long hair that had been well maintained before had completely disappeared. There was not a single hair left on her entire forehead, which could still reflect light under the light.

"Explain it, Blunt!" Sigrid was in a better mood, looking like she was listening.

"I really didn't mean it, prefect! I just discovered it accidentally. I might have gone crazy at the time. When I reacted, I realized that I had taken it away..."

——By visiting Suzy, rummaging through her things, coveting her notes, and then taking them as his own.

However, her notes are indeed very mysterious. After all, they are the product of her grandmother's lifelong obsession. They are very capable of confusing people, especially women! Even Sigrid herself, who has been watching it for four years, sometimes can't help but be immersed in it.

So Blount made a mistake by opening it.

"I wanted to return it to you right away, but it was like magic. I tried to make a copy of the content, but no matter what method I used, it was blank."

——The material of the notebook is special and cannot be rubbed by any means, so she did not return it immediately.

"I haven't learned much about potions yet, so I asked my seventh-grade senior sister to help me make the potion. I took it... and that's what happened."

——It's a pity that she didn't know, because with the blood curse, this is a potion that only belongs to the Stewarts.

"I was very scared, so I came to see Madam Pomfrey. In order to grow my hair again, I had to hand over your notes..." Blunt glanced at Snake's expressionless face and continued to explain.

"So, you gave it to Professor Umbridge and then accused me of hiding dark magic items?" Sigrid finally interrupted her.

"No...no - Professor Umbridge guessed it herself. I just wasn't sure at the time, so I didn't have time to explain." Blount tried to defend himself.

"One last question for you, who else knows about this notebook?" After Sigrid figured out the whole story, she finally stood up.

"I promise, no one knows except Professor Umbridge and me. The senior sister who helped also made it according to the steps I told you. I didn't say anything." Blunt quickly confessed.

Sigrid left the medical room before Professor Snape came over. She originally wanted to teach her a lesson, but seeing that she was bald at such a young age, she felt a little pity for her.

After all, in Sigrid's opinion, there is no more terrible punishment for a girl than being bald.

Just because Stewart didn't take action doesn't mean Blount is safe.

One day after Amber Blunt was discharged from the hospital, news came from unknown sources that because of jealousy, she slandered Umbridge that "Snake Flower" was hiding dark magic items, and was finally sent to the infirmary by "Snake Flower".

The rumor spread throughout Slytherin in one morning, especially when Stewart himself didn't explain it at all, which confirmed the rumor.

For a time, Amber Blunt experienced something more painful than being bald - school bullying.

Fans of Snake Flower kept making trouble for her, and all the friends she finally made avoided her, and the senior students looked at her with even more disdain.

What made her collapse the most was that Peeves attacked her in the busiest canteen. Everyone looked at her bald head and burst into laughter. Only then did she realize that her wig had been ripped off by Peeves.

The other three schools were screaming and hooting, while the Slytherins who had agreed to speak out all stood by and watched. As the prefect, Stuart turned a blind eye to all this and ate breakfast elegantly on the dining table...

She suddenly realized that she had been abandoned by Slytherin as a whole.

At the Gryffindor table, many classmates were also watching the fun, such as Fred George, who stood up and whistled in coordination, and some like Granger, who had a strong sense of justice and responded to those who had been teased. The little girl was extremely sympathetic and dissatisfied to stop the gloating classmates around her.

"Fred, George, you are going too far! She is a little girl!" Hermione scolded the two people who were the most enthusiastic.

"Granger, we didn't do anything!" Fred acted innocently.

"Show it when you are happy. It is not directed at little girls!" George was even more innocent.

Granger could only give them a hard look. Boys at this age were really childish and mean. They were still making fun of such obvious school violence.

The helpless Hermione could only pray that the girl could survive, and she also had a lofty ambition in her heart - she must enter politics after graduation.

George poked Fred on the shoulder, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Honestly, did you do it?"

Fred said confidently, "George, everyone in the lobby can see this is Peeves' prank."

George frowned and recalled, "Why did I seem to see you and Peeves making a bet in the corridor before dinner!"

Fred stopped pretending, "Are you interested in following me? I also need private space."

"Private space? Oh my god, my inseparable brother actually started asking for private space with me. It hurts!" George exaggeratedly covered his chest and twitched.

Fred supported his head on his arms and watched George earnestly perform "Heartbroken" in front of him, not forgetting to hand him the onions on the plate.

"Put this on your eyes, George. A few tears will make it look more genuine."

George, who was performing on the dining table, raised his head, grabbed the onions on the plate and threw it into Fred's face, "Brother, you have no heart!"

The deliberate sound of holding his throat successfully gave Fred goosebumps, and the two hugged each other and started laughing again.

At night, Amber Blunt knocked on the door of Stewart's dormitory.

Susie looked at the still pitiful little girl at the door, and her face no longer looked good at all. "You still have the nerve to knock on the door? You thief!"

"I'm sorry, senior, I want to find the prefect, please!" Blunt apologized sincerely, this senior who had shown sincere kindness to her.

"I'll go out and talk to her, you go to sleep first!" Sigrid appeared from behind Susie.

Amber followed Sigrid back to the lounge. Slytherin, which had already passed curfew, was silent except for the crackling sound in the fireplace.

"Prefect, please let me go. I really know my mistake."

"Miss Blount, it seems that you haven't realized the mistake you really made. I didn't target you, you brought it all on yourself." Sigrid looked as if she was really out of it. "You shouldn't look for it." Umbridge reported me, you broke the rules."

Blunt remembered that on the first day, Stewart was like an archangel with a halo, standing in the center of the crowd and conveying God's will - forge ahead, self-discipline, weighing, honor, unanimously speaking to the outside world, achieving the best...

After defeating little Lestrange in a fight and gaining a firm foothold in Slytherin's first year, she felt a little complacent.

Out of curiosity, she discovered the notebook and thought she had discovered the secret of the "Snake Flower". Maybe she took these magic potions to become so beautiful?

She couldn't help but start to imagine that if she used the magic potion inside, could she become like Stuart?

Just such a thought, wrong step, wrong step...

She suddenly remembered little Lestrange's sarcastic words before going out, "Blunt, aren't you the best at pretending? Why did you fall over? I thought you were ingratiating yourself with Stewart, but I didn't expect you were stabbing him behind his back. Courage It's commendable, but it's a pity that you are a Mudblood and will never understand the meaning of "Slytherin". "

Now that she thinks about it, she seems to be worse than the idiot roommate she thought she was. At least she is recognized as a member of Slytherin.

Sigrid looked at her lost look, and considering that she was only an eleven-year-old freshman, she still relented, "I can only make sure that no one will trouble you again, so that you can take care of yourself."

The next day, I don’t know what Stewart did. The classmates who used to trouble her at a fixed time every day would stare at her with unkind expressions at most, but they would never trouble her again.

Blount finally breathed a sigh of relief. She tried hard to integrate into the college again, but found that she could only stay outside the college.

All the students secretly divided themselves into three factions, but she was alone.

As a Muggle witch, she was destined to have no connection with the "pure-blood faction", and she was not qualified to be a "reservist". Only the "academic faction" with the largest number of people was her protective umbrella, but she accidentally offended all the "academic factions" 』Recognized representative figure.

She went to the "Student Help Center" for help, but all she got in exchange was "We only help real Slytherins!"

Blunt, who had completely given up, stayed in Slytherin for another week, and finally met Dumbledore, who was missing, through Madam Pomfrey.

"What do you want, Miss Blount?" Dumbledore pushed a plate of sweets in front of her, with his usual smile on his face.

"Can the Sorting Hat sort me again? I feel like I'm not suitable for Slytherin!" Blunt begged.

"Are you unhappy in Slytherin? Is someone targeting you?" Blunt knew that Dumbledore was referring to her identity as a Muggle witch.

"No - no!" Blount denied subconsciously.

"Slytherin is fine, I'm just not the right one."

"Miss Blunt, you have to know that the Sorting Hat never makes mistakes. You are a Slytherin." Dumbledore said firmly.

"Everyone has multiple sides, doesn't he? I think I may also have the characteristics of other colleges." Blount still persisted in asking.

"Okay... you can wear the Sorting Hat again." Dumbledore summoned his old friend who was watching the fun.

The Sorting Hat slowly touched Blunt's scalp again in anticipation. This time, before he could even exchange a few words with her, he blurted out "Slytherin——"

"I'm sorry, Miss Blount!" Dumbledore took off the sorting hat and said to the little girl sitting on the sofa, "You belong to Slytherin. Go back. You are only in the first year and you still have a long time to study." How to become a qualified Slytherin."