[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

The next morning, before going to class, Sigrid informed her good friend Suzy through an owl that she had an infectious disease and could not see people, and asked her friends not to come see her. After confirming that Suzy had received it, she finally breathed a sigh of relief!

Susie kindly delivered all her textbooks and homework to the door of the medical room at noon. Sigrid's remaining hospital life consisted of simply eating, drinking medicine, reading, writing papers, and sleeping.

According to Madam Pomfrey, "Miss Stewart, you are lucky in this potion accident. Professor Snape is willing to put in the effort to brew the potion for you. Don't worry, as long as the poison from the tail sting is drained out, you will be fine." alright."

She also recalled with Sigrid a similar potion accident more than ten years ago, "The little wizard at that time was not as lucky as you. Without the potion, she had to drop out of school and go home, and it took a full six months for the toxin to be completely eliminated on its own."

Feeling grateful, Sigrid stayed in the medical room obediently. She planned to finish the paper assigned by the dean on how to identify and handle special potion materials.

Every day was boring. Only around 11 o'clock in the evening, Fred or the twins would put on their cloaks and come to see her. This was probably the happiest time of her day.

The night of November 11th was Sigrid’s fifth night in the hospital.

"According to Madam Pomfrey, I may be discharged from the hospital on the 6th." Sigrid smiled at Fred who came to see her.

"That's a pity, you missed the first Quidditch match tomorrow!" Fred said slowly.

Tomorrow morning at 11 o'clock, the first Quidditch game of the new semester will be Slytherin versus Gryffindor.

"That's such a pity. I heard Draco said that his father sponsored Nimbus 2001 for the team, and everyone got one," Sigrid said with regret. Full of confidence in this year's Slytherin Quidditch team.

"Then you don't mind if we win, right?" Fred asked her boldly, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, shut up, you bad guy" Sigrid glared at him angrily.

"What else?" Fred smiled evilly, "Miss Stewart, are you going to put me in solitary confinement?"

The two chatted for half an hour before Fred left just before curfew.

Sigrid was lying under the covers, she had gotten used to her anal fin, except for one big problem, she couldn't sleep on her side.

The next morning, Sigrid was flipping through her potion textbook on the bed in the infirmary. There was a rush of footsteps at the door, and Sigrid quickly hid her anal fin.

Sigrid glanced at the door, and it was actually the famous Harry Potter. He was wearing the uniform of the competition. Something might have happened to him, and he was walking unsteadily. Fortunately, there were younger brothers on the left and right who were often teased by the twins. Ron and Miss Granger, the oldest, supported him.

"You should have come to me directly!" Madam Pomfrey walked over and became furious when she looked at Harry Potter's arm.

"I could have healed the bones in a second - the problem is that now I have to make them grow back -" Madam Pomfrey lamented.

"You can do it, can't you?" Harry asked desperately.

"Of course I can do it, but it will be more painful for you." Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry sympathetically, and then threw Harry a set of pajamas, "You have to stay here tonight."

Sigrid was sitting on the hospital bed diagonally opposite, listening with great interest to the bickering of the three people opposite her, which was quite a relief.

"Hermione, can you still stand by Lockhart at this time?" Ron muttered while helping Harry put on his pajamas. "If Harry doesn't want bones anymore, he will say so first."

"Everyone makes mistakes," Hermione said seriously. "It's not that serious, is it? Harry?"

Oh, Granger of Gryffindor is also a fan of "Peacock". She always thought that Miss Granger was not interested in anything except studying.

"You will feel more uncomfortable tonight. Bone regeneration is a troublesome matter." Mrs. Pomver poured a small glass of "raw bone water" and handed it to Harry before returning to the office.

"Evil Slytherin Witch" Ron suddenly turned his head and glared at Sigrid who was diagonally opposite after Madam Pomfrey left. "Is it the Slytherin upbringing to eavesdrop on other people's conversations?"

Ron had never had a good impression of Slytherin, especially now that Harry had an accident. He strongly suspected that Malfoy was responsible, and Malfoy was a Slytherin.

Sigrid, who was eating melon, turned red in anger at Ron's questioning. "Mr. Weasley is not qualified to talk to me about education." She looked up and down disdainfully at the red-haired man who was a little taller than the twins and had freckles on his face that looked stupid.

Because she didn’t want to be rude by speaking out of her mind when she was angry, Sigrid could only tighten the curtains fiercely, turn her head to the other side angrily, and at the same time despise in her heart "a stupid lion who is prejudiced, stupid and rude. In the end, A nasty Weasley who deserves to be teased by the twins. 』

Ron wanted to argue again, "Ron-um-" Hermione pulled her best friend aside to stop him from opening his mouth again.

Fortunately, the door of the ward was opened at this time, and other Gryffindor players came to see Harry. "Incredible flight, Harry!" George praised.

They brought cakes, sugar, and bottles of pumpkin juice, and the Quidditch players gathered around Harry's bed and started discussing how to hold a celebration party.

Fred quietly withdrew from the crowd and turned to peek at the tightly drawn door curtain diagonally opposite.

When no one was paying attention, Fred walked over casually and passed an apple he had prepared before through the gap in the door curtain.

Unexpectedly, the little witch inside the door curtain didn't appreciate it. She pushed away the hand that came in, and with a "bang", the apple fell to the floor and rolled under the bed next to her.

Sigrid was still angry. When she heard Fred or George speaking to Harry and the others, her first reaction was anger, a kind of betrayed anger. For the first time, she felt that she and the twins had an academy. A layer of separation.

She could hold back her temper with the unfamiliar Ron, but when she saw the familiar arm that stretched out, she unconsciously threw it away.

Although she regretted it after pushing it away...

Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey rushed out angrily and drove them away, and the sound of goodbyes and footsteps were finally cut off by the door.

It was finally quiet.

"Miss Stewart, I'm sorry, I apologize for Ron and you." This was the first time Harry Potter spoke to her. "He wasn't targeting you."

Harry looked up at the quiet hospital bed diagonally opposite, as if no one was there at all, and sighed.

Of course he knew Stuart from Slytherin House, the star of the first grade in the school newspaper. Although he argued that "Parvati from our house is more beautiful", no one could deny that Stuart was very good-looking and getting more and more beautiful. Everyone said She is the strongest contender for future school beauty after seventh grader Stephanie Arnold.

Harry had a good impression of Stewart, probably because she was beautiful and had never followed Malfoy or the others to provoke him.

The Stuart he saw always sat in the front row of Slytherin in class. He was elegant and serious in his studies, and he never paid attention to the back and forth between them and Malfoy.

"Offended another Slytherin, well, not the first one." Harry resigned and shut up.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, Harry endured the stabbing pain in his arm and fell asleep, while Sigrid, who was diagonally opposite, tossed and turned and couldn't sleep because - Fred didn't come to see her tonight.

A few hours later, Harry awoke from the darkness, and then, with a chill of fear, he became aware that someone was dabbing his forehead with a sponge. "Stop!" he said loudly, and then he shouted, "Dobby!" The elf's eyes as big as tennis balls stared at Harry from the darkness, and a teardrop fell from his long turned nose. Slide down.

Sigrid, who was sitting opposite, had been having trouble sleeping due to her bad mood, and she heard their conversation.

It turns out that it was Dobby's fault that Harry Potter missed the train.

Harry Potter's arm was also Dobby's fault.

This restless house elf also wanted to trick Harry Potter into helping him gain freedom, a naked traitor.

Sigrid became angrier as she listened. After they mentioned the "mysterious man" and the "secret room", Sigrid unconsciously held her breath and tried to reduce her presence. She was only a second-year student who had just learned magic. She could not put herself in danger. .

"Dobby must go." The elf left these words and disappeared.

The door to the infirmary was pushed open immediately, and Sigrid peeked out through the gap in the curtain.

Principal Dumbledore came in with Professor McGonagall, carrying a big guy as stiff as a statue in his hands.

They put it on the bed by the door.

"Mrs. Pomfrey" Dumbledore knocked gently on the office door.

"What's going on?" Madam Pomfrey put on a coat over her pajamas and opened the door.

"Another attack." He pointed to the "statue" on the hospital bed. "We think he wanted to come over and secretly visit Harry."

Sigrid carefully identified the appearance of the "statue". It was Colin Creevey, a first-year Gryffindor student. He was still holding the camera tightly in his hand when he was petrified.

Sigrid's face suddenly turned pale, her heartbeat skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Sigrid couldn't hear what the professors said anymore, and Principal Dumbledore's words were swirling in her mind.

"The secret room has been opened again"

Sigrid stayed up all night. She was glad that Fred didn't come last night. She was too selfish. She thought everything was too simple. She shouldn't expect Fred to come to see her every night.

It turns out that not only cats can be petrified

People can also...

At the break of dawn, Sigrid fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, the sun had already climbed high and the sun was shining brightly.

She noticed that the hospital bed where Colin Creevey had been placed yesterday had been surrounded by thick curtains at the door, and nothing could be seen.

Harry Potter's hospital bed was cleaned and he was discharged from the hospital.

She didn't want to read or do her homework. After drinking the prepared potion, she sat quietly on the hospital bed and stared at the clock opposite her in a daze.

When the clock pointed to 12 o'clock, the door was gently pushed open, and the figure she didn't expect last night appeared at the door.

It's Fred...

"Hi, Sigrid, how are you?" Fred came to her bedside and asked concernedly.

"Fred, why are you here?" Looking at Fred's "concerned" eyes, she swallowed the second half of the sentence. "I thought you were angry with me," Sigrid said in her heart. .

"I left a note for you when I came here yesterday," Fred hesitated a little aggrievedly, "It's just under the apple."

"Oh, Fred, I'm sorry." Sigrid lowered her head guiltily. She didn't get a response from Fred for maybe half a minute. When she couldn't help but want to raise her head, she felt a warm big hand gently touching her. Stroking her hair…

"It's okay, I just want to tell you that I can't come to see you tonight." Fred looked at the little head that was obediently being stroked by him. The sadness and unhappiness of being suddenly pushed away yesterday all disappeared. "You know, Harry was in the ward last night, so it was not convenient for me to come over to see you..."

"Don't come and look at me secretly at night from now on." Sigrid raised her head suddenly and noticed Fred, who looked stunned after hearing her words, and quickly explained, "I mean, I will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so don't take the risk of coming here." Already..."

"I'll be worried, Fred." She paused, lowered her head and covered Fred's right hand that had just left her hair, as if to retain it.

After that, Fred felt dizzy, as if he had drunk alcohol, and his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton.

He couldn't even remember what he had eaten for lunch and how he went to the classroom to finish his Charms class in the afternoon.

In the evening, the Gryffindor lounge.

Several Gryffindors were busy writing and making up their homework.

"Have you written the paper on Professor Binns' "Medieval European Wizarding Laws"?" Li opened the parchment that he had half written.

"Did Professor Binns give you homework, Lee?" George wondered, he couldn't remember it at all.

"You're screwed. You're required to write two feet long." Li looked at him gloatingly, "And tonight is the deadline."

George observed Fred beside him, who had been bowing his head in thought.

Fred had been quiet all night and seemed to others to be staring at his homework, but George knew he had been distracted.

It had been like this since he suddenly disappeared and came back at noon. It was not difficult for George to guess that he must have been under the "love spell" of the little Slytherin witch.

How could such a good opportunity be missed? George came up with Fred's idea.

"Fred, can you let me ride the Nimbus 2000 tomorrow?" George said unintentionally. Tomorrow is the 6th. According to their agreement, the Nimbus 2000 belongs to Fred.

When he heard someone talking to him, Fred raised his eyes from the right hand holding the quill and nodded naturally.

"Oh my God, Fred, have you been soul-robbed?" Li stood up from the chair. "I have known you for the fourth year, and this is the first time I have seen you let others take advantage of you!"

At this time, Fred finally focused his thoughts and eyes on his younger brother George. Looking at his proud expression of success, he once again lamented, "Having a twin brother with a telepathic connection is not necessarily a good thing."

"Thank you, brother~brother" George took advantage of Fred and packed up his textbooks and returned to the dormitory with satisfaction.

"Fred, can your Nimbus 2000 allow me to fly the day after tomorrow?" Li quickly put his arms around Fred's neck and asked.

"Go away, don't block the road." Fred pushed Li away with a look of disgust. He also packed up the homework he had written all night without actually touching a word, and went back to the dormitory.

As for the history of magic homework, let’s do it tomorrow!

There will always be a way tomorrow...