[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

At the door of the medical room, Madam Pomfrey stopped the twins who were rushing in and emphasized again: "Fred, I guarantee that Miss Stewart is fine. She needs to rest now. You should go back first!"

"Good madam, please be accommodating and let me sneak in. I promise to take a look at her from a distance and never disturb her." Fred still didn't give up.

Pomfrey looked at George behind Fred, hoping he could persuade him to go back.

George lowered his head and stuffed all the mess into his heart, and then pulled Fred aside: "Leave this to Madam Pomfrey, she will be fine, have you forgotten? Your name tag has no sense at all. This It means she is safe.”

"You're right, but I have to see her to feel at ease." Fred's attitude was firm.

George could only helplessly signal to Madam Pomfrey that he could not change Fred's mind. Of course, he also believed in his heart that only by seeing it with his own eyes can people be reassured.

"Okay, I can only take a look at the door." Madam Pomfrey thought about it and agreed to the twins who had been pestering her all night.

Five meters away from Sigrid's hospital bed, they finally saw Sigrid sleeping peacefully with her hands folded in front of her.

"Sigrid!" Fred couldn't help calling her.

The person whose name was called on the bed didn't respond at all, like a beautiful doll.

Fred felt dizzy, and his stiff legs couldn't help but take a step forward, but Madam Pomfrey immediately stopped him.

"Okay, gentlemen, the visiting hours are over and it's time for you to go!" Madam Pomfrey pushed the two of them out of the medical room without leaving any room.

"Let's go first, don't disturb Madam's treatment." George pressed his shoulder.

Fred himself didn't know how he got out of the infirmary. What the hell was going on? ? ? ?

You were obviously having a "cold war" with him yesterday, and you couldn't wake him up today?

Gemini's secret base

As soon as George came in, he asked: "Fred, why do you think the Auror took Harry away? And did Umbridge resign on her own or was she fired?" Harry clearly said he wanted to go to the principal, how could this happen? He was taken away by Aurors. Did he commit a crime?

Fred buried his head between his knees and pulled his hair hard with both hands, "I don't want to know about Harry Potter and his fans right now -"

Halfway through, Fred suddenly paused.

"Pa—" Fred couldn't help but slap himself. Why couldn't he change his bad habit of caring and causing chaos?

Ingested potion ingredients by mistake? This was indeed something she would do, but it was really strange that it happened together with Potter being taken away by the Aurors and the fan suddenly resigning.

If you want to know what's going on with her, it might be a good way to start with these two people.

"Come with me."

Fred grabbed George and took two steps before running away.

Two men sneaked into the office of Investigator Umbridge, the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"She asked me to make changes to a cat hanging plate last semester, and later gave it to her fans as a Christmas gift!"

"This hanging cat must know something!"

Fred searched among the cat hanging plates on one wall and soon found the Himalayan cat hanging in the middle.

"This is it!" Fred quickly took off the mounting plate.

After all, it was a hanging disk that he had dismantled and installed by himself before. Fred took out the gadgets he had put inside in two or three clicks.

When you open it, a beam of light shines on the opposite wall, and the office from the cat's perspective projects the previous scene.

found it!

Sigrid and Umbridge were pretending to be in the office, Harry suddenly visited, and then there was the completely unexpected "Killing Curse".

In the picture, Sigrid's eyes were full of fear and shock, and she lost all her look behind the green light.

The hanging plate was severely smashed out.

Fred's eyes flashed with uncontrollable anger, and his teeth chattered like an enraged lion, "——Harry Potter!"

George had to close his eyes and take a deep breath to suppress his anger. Only the bulging veins on his clenched fists could reveal a little bit of his emotions.

Opening his eyes again, he regained his clarity: "Potter has been as moody as if his soul had been stolen since he met the mysterious man last year."

"Huh, Sirius asked us to take care of him at school." Fred looked gloomy. He was not sent to St. Mungo's when he was sick. Why was he allowed to stay in school?

Potter should be lucky that he was now captured and sent to the Ministry of Magic and Sigrid survived the Avatar, otherwise he would have doubled the pain that Potter had inflicted on his girlfriend.

Perhaps Fred's anger was too strong. In an instant, the wand in his hand actually glowed by itself, and a cloud of mist spurted out from the tip of the wand.

His little magpie and Sigrid's blue cat condensed out at the same time. The little magpie held the blue cat's neck and jumped into his arms.

"Patronus?" Fred looked at the two masses of mist in his arms in confusion. It was the first time he saw their patronus forms so clearly.

"Succeeded?" He touched the blue cat's head uncertainly, "Pfft--" When they touched his hand, the two little guys disappeared together...

Fred had a guess in his mind. He raised his wand and cast the Patronus Charm again - the Patronus Charm.

A large amount of mist spewed out from the tip of the staff, and they condensed into reality again, but this time... what is this?

Fred's eyes widened, and a blue cat with wings flapping formed. Is this my patron saint?

The little blue cat flew into his arms, was it really an entity? Fred raised his left hand to hold it, and the little guy shrank his entire head into his arms.

George stood aside for a long time before suggesting: "Maybe you can ask the principal?"

Maybe this little guy is really related to Sigrid?

Fred glanced at George and nodded.

As soon as the Weasley brothers arrived at the gargoyle, it automatically jumped to the side. The wall behind it cracked open, and a spiral staircase hidden behind it that slowly moved upward was open to them.

It seems that the principal is willing to meet them!

"Principal, I..." Fred planned to ask directly as soon as he entered the door, but saw that there were guests in the office.

The twins greeted together: "Hello, Secretary Fudge!"

"Hello, Mr. Weasleys!" Minister Fudge looked friendly.

"Mr. Weasley, if you have any questions, you can ask them directly. Minister Fudge is not an outsider either." Dumbledore said with a smile.

They must say, they can't wait even one more second.

Fred revealed the Patronus in his arms.

"Today it suddenly became like this." Fred wanted to hand the little guy in his hand to the principal, but unexpectedly it grabbed his arm firmly with its claws and made a "hissing" sound of protest.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes slightly and asked about his process of practicing the Patronus Charm. After listening to Fred's brief introduction, Dumbledore fell into deep thought, and the previous principals on the wall were also muttering something under their breath.

After a while, Dumbledore explained with great interest:

"Do you know the famous pharmacist Laverne Montmorency? She invented a series of love potions such as the love potion..."

"The last research she carried out in her later years was "The Ultimate Form of the Patronus Charm - the Patronus of Companions." Unfortunately, no one was interested in this research project after that, because Ms. Montmorency did not find that the Patronus of Companions was better than The function of an ordinary guardian angel.”

Fudge also interjected: "Ms. Montmorency said: Love is a relatively elusive thing that can neither be seen nor touched, but the patron saint of your partner is its only measure."

"Now it seems that it is not just a measure!" Dumbledore looked closely at the Patronus in his hand. "It's so magical. The change of the Patronus requires two necessary conditions: one is eternal love, and the other is It requires experiencing a huge blow or a dramatic emotional change."

"But this rarely happens. Even if it does, one patron saint will change into the form of the other. A patron saint like yours that combines two forms is really unprecedented."

"I think Miss Stewart's survival has a lot to do with this little guy. Fred, communicate with it more. The patron saint and her owner are connected spiritually!"

Fred left the principal's office in a daze. Sure enough, it was right to go to the headmaster. He allowed Fred to go to the infirmary to visit Sigrid every day, but the time had to be arranged by Madam Pomfrey.

"George, you go back first!" Fred wanted to try it now.

"Okay, good night." George didn't say much, waved and left.

Madam Pomfrey was very welcoming when she heard that Fred might wake the sleeping patient, and left him alone in the ward with a lot of precautions.

As soon as Fred sat on the edge of the bed, the patron saint who was huddled in his arms finally poked his head out and looked at the sleeping person before jumping onto the bed with a "meow", pacing on the pillow, and licking the woman affectionately. The master's ears.

The sleeping beauty on the hospital bed showed no reaction, and the exposed skin was as pale as paper. Fortunately, her pulse and heartbeat proved that she still had a glimmer of hope.

He carefully touched her fingertips, as if he were touching an iceberg. The chill spread from his fingers to the tip of his heart, and he trembled all over.

Because of Madam Pomfrey's warning, Fred did not dare to touch her forcefully. He only touched her face and the back of her hand a few times and then took it back.

Recalling the experience of encountering the basilisk, I was not sure how long she would sleep this time. Will he never wake up?

"Don't be afraid, I'm here with you!"

"Stay with you until you wake up."

Fred's mind was in a mess. They had been playing "cold war" for so long. He had obviously saved up a lot of things to say, but now he couldn't say a word.

I can only recall from today forward, Dumbledore's speculation about his partner's Patronus in the Headmaster's Office... He was banned from the Quidditch game... Davis was a softie when he met him...

She told him one by one what had happened recently, whether it was happy, bad, or something that made people laugh or cry, she ignored him.

Fred couldn't talk anymore. The ward was eerily quiet for a while. He buried his head in the pillow in fear, his broad back curled up feebly, and after a long time he said in a low voice: "I really give up, we won't play." "Cold war" is over, okay? I've already spoken to you so many times, can you just reply to me? Everything is fine."

It seemed that the girl was determined to have a cold war with him to the end. She had abandoned her Gryffindor pride and surrendered, but she was still indifferent.

"Don't lose heart, Fred."

Dumbledore appeared behind him at some point, and placed a warm hand on Fred's shoulder. "I can feel that her condition is a little better than before."

"Really?" Fred looked up at the principal with bright eyes, as if he was his only hope.

"I may have to work harder on you. Try to keep your patron saint form by her side as much as possible."

"If I guess correctly, your respective patron saints have dissipated to resist the death curse. This is your common patron saint."

"What do you mean?" Fred frowned and looked at the patron saint pressed against her face.

"You will share the same Patronus from now on, which is both a symbol of eternal love and an eternal shackles." Dumbledore paused, and looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, which was the direction of Nurmengard: "You can't Leave each other and form a partnership with someone else.”

"Are we made for each other?" Fred opened his eyes wide and looked at his lover with a gentle and pious gaze.

"Ha... you can say that." Dumbledore retracted his thoughts and suggested: "Just leave the Patronus, go back and take a nap, let her have a good rest, and you have a good dream, Fred!"

Fred reluctantly left the ward, while Sigrid's toes covered in quilts had regained some warmth.

It was long past curfew, so Fred decided to go back to the laboratory to sleep all night. When he went in, he found that George was also sleeping in their laboratory.

"You didn't go back to sleep?" He knew that George was not asleep yet.

"It's a bit late, don't bother them!" George explained in a low voice.

Before George could ask, Fred took the initiative to confess: "The principal asked me not to see her all the time. Her body is repairing itself and needs to rest." He paused and added: "Also, she will wake up. "

George nodded and suggested: "Go to sleep, you need a good rest too."

Maintaining the form of a patron saint is indeed a big burden. This is the only thing he can do for the little snake now. Fred closed his eyes and allowed himself time to recover.

He thought he wouldn't be able to sleep, but he didn't expect to feel a strong sense of sleepiness when he touched the pillow.

He really had a good dream like the principal said, and she was in the dream!

In the dream, he was lying on the soft clouds, floating up and down, and there was a familiar temperature and touch on his hands - it was her hands. He turned his head and looked in her direction, but she was hidden among the layers of clouds, so close and yet so far away from him.

Fred could only squeeze that hand tightly, fearing that he would accidentally let go and she would float away like the clouds.