[HP] Become a new Hogwarts legend

After returning from Hogsmeade, the news that Hermione was hospitalized reached the ears of the three Nolens like snowflakes. Ron and Harry were unwilling to disclose the reason, only saying that Hermione was not attacked by the heir.

When Nolen came back, he nestled on the sofa near the fire, drinking butterbeer and eating butter biscuits that Fred and George got from the kitchen. They planned to do something to give Filch a headache tonight by biting the doorknob. He still hasn't come back until curfew.

The common room was empty, except for the crackling sound of the stove from time to time. Nolen thought about the warm street scene in Hogsmeade, his head became heavier and heavier, and his dreams flew across the vast forests of Northern Europe.

Ginny has been having nightmares since she learned that Hermione was hospitalized. Fear wrapped around her like a vine, dragging her into the bottomless chamber until she suffocated.

help me.

A ray of golden sunlight penetrated the gap of darkness, and then thousands of light particles poured down and fell on her body.

Ginny opened her eyes suddenly and breathed in the fresh air, no longer feeling sleepy.

She was the only one in the empty dormitory, and the divine sunlight came from an anonymous gift she received at Christmas - a ball of light wrapped in black and blue silk that was emitting a soft light, but miraculously pierced through. Darkness, rescuing her from her nightmare.

Ginny didn't dare to sleep anymore, so she put on a robe and walked out in a daze. She planned to sit on the sofa by the fireplace for a while, but found that someone had already arrived there.

"Senior Lin En, wake up"

The girl curled up on the sofa did not sleep peacefully. She frowned tightly, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her lips were bitten white by her teeth. However, no matter how Ginny called, she refused to wake up from her dream. When she woke up, she didn't wake up until Ginny pinched her arm hard.

"Ginny?"

Nolen quickly straightened up. His always clear and deep blue eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. He was exhausted. However, after seeing the person clearly, he tried to adjust his state and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Why are you awake? Are you insomniac?"

Ginny shook her head and sat down in the seat she gave up. The two girls were close to each other, each sorting out their messed up thoughts until the clock struck twelve dully times.

"Would you like some butter biscuits?" Nolen broke the silence first and handed the plate with biscuits to Ginny's hand. With a light hand, a small chewing sound came from beside her.

Ginny didn't say anything, she just moved closer to Nolen, which reminded her of Millie, the timidest cat in Mr. Scudman's house. She always kept silent when she was scared. He leaned against her silently. Nolen sighed and held Ginny in his arms, allowing her to hide her tears.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Lynn, no one cares about me like you do." Ginny gradually stopped crying and raised her head from Nolen's shoulder, "I hope I didn't disturb you tonight."

"Why do you say that? You didn't bother me." Nolen was stunned for a moment, shook his head slightly, and the corners of his eyes curled up helplessly, "Although I don't know what is bothering you, I am very happy that you are willing to be with me. say"

"Remember what I said that day? There are many people around you, you can open your heart and let the sunshine in."

"If you're afraid of nightmares, the sun will protect you."

Ginny listened quietly, staring into Noren's eyes, those blue eyes shining with a soft, reassuring glimmer.

This is a truly trustworthy friend, a voice said to her.

"Thanks, can I call you Noren?"

"Of course, Ginny"

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The first class after the start of the new semester was Potions class. At breakfast, Nolen heard several Hufflepuffs discussing the homework assigned by Professor Snape before the holidays, a ten-inch paper on Polyjuice Potion.

This semester's potions class was taken with Hufflepuff. Noren was glad that she no longer had to endure Slytherin's criticism. Since she had a big fight with Warrington in the first class, she not only She had to endure the cynicism of the old Bat Professor, and also had to pay attention to whether the materials she had just processed were damaged or missing.

This semester shouldn't be too bad, right? Nolen looked at the Hufflepuff boy beside him who was repeatedly checking his cauldron and thought to himself.

But when Professor Snape, who was walking around the room checking papers, stopped in front of her, her heart still couldn't help but nervously raised to her throat. However, this time he couldn't find any problems and could only turn to the poor poor man angrily. The Hufflepuff boy sprayed his own venom.

"Idiot! If your head hadn't been blown away by Christmas, you should have known that Hogwarts has a rich collection of books instead of making up a bunch of nonsense with that barren head on your neck!" He shook his hands. There was a pitiful parchment inside, with a look of disgust on his face, "There are suspicious stains on it, tsk, five points from Hufflepuff."

The tall Hufflepuff boy trembled like a chicken under the pressure of Professor Snape. No one dared to speak, and everyone tensed their faces, preparing for his next attack.

Obviously Professor Snape didn't intend to disturb his mood any more with waste paper. He glanced around the classroom coldly, and his scrutinizing eyes paused on Nolen.

"Come on, Lynn, give you a chance to show yourself off—tell me what the oozingweed does?"

"It is recorded in "Magical Herbal Phrases" that liquor grass can make the body fluid when used in polyjuice."

"Instructions for Living Hell Decoction"

"Put daffodil roots and mugwort together and heat them"

"Is that all?" Snape's face suddenly showed a touch of pride that was hard to ignore, "It seems to be nothing more than that. If you carefully read the books I assigned, you will know that Sleepy Bean and Valerian are also needed. Only grass roots can allow the Living Hell Decoction to exert its strongest medicinal effect."

He pulled out Nolen's paper from the thick stack of papers and threw it out. "Then, another zero, because you damn can't learn this knowledge."

Nolen looked at the parchment slowly floating to the ground. The politeness he tried to maintain instantly collapsed, and his heart ached. "Sorry, Professor, I think you are standing here to teach us, not to write us a complicated piece of paper." Book list, after all, Potions is not an art created for appreciation, what do you think?"

The entire classroom looked at Nolen. Everyone's eyes were full of disbelief. They were all frightened by the boldness of this transfer student.

Snape's face was sullen, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and he was on the verge of rage. Nolen continued to speak as if he didn't see it.

"If you want us to be excited about Potions, if you want us to change and progress, and even achieve success in this field, you should stand among us instead of throwing books over, let alone ridiculing our mistakes."

Snape quickly walked to Nolen's side, his black robe wrapped in the angry wind, "Only fools need to be led. If you don't learn knowledge, you will curse wisdom, and Potions does not need fools."

"Of course, you are a Potions Master after all, but what do you think of the teaching profession?"

"I think I said, I don't expect you to understand the beauty of Potions. Not everyone has the opportunity to enter my advanced class."

"So, only by entering your advanced class can I have the opportunity to see you taking this job seriously?" Nolen asked harshly, and the sound of air-conditioning sounded in the classroom.

"Tsk, obviously your brain only has a decorative function to ask such a stupid question - as arrogant as someone, relying on half a talent, speaking rudely, arrogantly - if you can't accept the cold reality , then I suggest you leave.”

Nolen's angry expression twitched, and she actually had the urge to cry, even her voice was trembling, "I won't leave, I will stay until the end, I want to see..."

"I don't have time to listen to these useless declarations. Because you contradicted the professor and wasted time, Gryffindor will deduct 20 points. You will go to the Forbidden Forest at eight o'clock tonight to start your confinement."

Snape turned around and walked quickly back to the podium, waving his wand and writing down the potion he was going to learn today on the blackboard.

"Now, Lynn, shut your mouth and take your materials to the podium to complete your potion. If it fails, I don't mind giving it to you with my own hands."

Snape watched with satisfaction as the girl's face turned from red to white, but he could only drag his heavy steps to the podium.

Reckless and arrogant, but not hopeless. Snape snorted and barely gave a fair evaluation.

The tedious configuration process diluted Nolen's anger. She gradually forgot about the pity or dissatisfaction in the eyes around her and devoted herself to the preparation of the potion.

The confusion potion was not difficult for her. She imagined that the frog's brain was cut open mercilessly like Snape's head, and was thrown into the boiling crucible. Then she stirred the crucible clockwise until the potion turned yellow, and then added it and processed it. of lovage and scurvy.

"First stir five times clockwise, then stir five times counterclockwise." Snape stood beside her at some point and ordered coldly, "Do as I say, look at the pot, not me."

Nolen glanced at him inexplicably, and immediately shrank his neck in fright at his fierce gaze, and turned around to carry out his instructions.

The color of the potion quickly changed from yellow to lavender. According to his method, it was nearly ten minutes faster than in the textbook. Nolen's eyes lit up instantly, and the displeasure of being deducted points and being confined was swept away.

Perhaps, his aloofness was due to his talent as capital. Nolen looked at Snape who was patrolling and gave a pertinent evaluation.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, everything was sleeping in a frightening silence. A frightening darkness constantly spread from the depths of the forest, swallowing up the bead-like lights not far away.

"Damn old bat with a rotten nose." Nolen angrily kicked away an obstructing stone, and the admiration he had just raised for Snape disappeared without a trace, "It's time for us to set off, Hagrid."

"Oh, be polite, little Nolen, Snape is your professor after all." Hagrid showed a disapproving expression and explained, "We still have to wait for two people, you know them! Here, Fred, George!”

Fred and George trotted out of the darkness. They ran over to tease Fang for a while, then greeted Hagrid, and finally stopped next to Nolen.

"No need to explain, your great achievements have been spread throughout Hogwarts." Fred bumped Nolen with his shoulder and winked at her playfully.

Nolen raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms and said nothing.

"You know, we have secretly scolded the old bat countless times, but you are the only one who dares to put the facts in front of him. However, I heard that you also announced on the spot that you would enter his advanced class. This is true. "Really?" George put his arms around Nolen's shoulders and danced excitedly.

"Of course, I can't wait to see his expression when he learns that a fool like me has been admitted to his advanced class." Nolen held his head high to accept the admiration of the three people.

"Alright, kids, let's start your confinement now that you're all here. Professor Snape needs you to go to the Forbidden Forest to look for oozingweed. His storage room was stolen some time ago." Hagrid interrupted the chat between the three of them. , handed the oil lamp in his hand to Nolen, "There are only three of you. Fred George remember to take good care of Nolen, don't play tricks on her, and pay attention to safety."

"what?"

"certainly"

"certainly"

Fred and George agreed in unison, lifted Nolen up to the left and right, and headed into the Forbidden Forest, completely ignoring Hagrid's previous instructions.

The Forbidden Forest was dark, and occasionally unknown shadows passed over the treetops. George grabbed the oil lamp from Nolen's hand, and Fred and he illuminated Nolen's way forward.

"Why are there only three of us entering the Forbidden Forest, and where is Hagrid?" Nolen was still puzzled.

"What's wrong with this? We can finally explore the Forbidden Forest openly."

"Our efforts to lie in wait at Filch's office for so long were not in vain."

The two danced and described the grand gift they gave Filch on Christmas night, which made Nolen laugh, startled the large blackbirds on the tree, and scared her again.

"I heard that there are werewolves in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts." George suddenly lowered his voice and leaned close to Nolen's ear, "and there is a full moon tonight."

Nolen suddenly stopped laughing, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

"There is also a giant spider with eight eyes, glowing green, eight legs, and as thick as a pillar." Fred suddenly put his arm around her shoulders and said sinisterly.

Nolen immediately remembered the Acromantula that he had only seen in books, and shuddered several times in a row.

"Stop talking." Nolen took out his wand and held it in his hand, "I knew Hogwarts was not as safe as it advertised!"

"How about - let's go back?" Fred suddenly raised the oil lamp close to his face. The dim light made his face pale and particularly scary.

"Ah - impossible!" Nolen was frightened and suddenly grabbed George's hand beside him, "Only a full moon can find the liquid grass."

They must be deliberately trying to scare me, looking for the oozing weed, looking for the oozing weed. Now Nolen’s mind is filled with the oozing weed. Fred and George listened to her endless thoughts along the way, and invariably revealed their faces. A winning smile.

"There is a very similar one over there, let me go and have a look." Nolen let go of George's hand very naturally, took the oil lamp he handed over, and walked deeper into a bush.

Behind her, Fred and George looked at each other, dimmed the brightness of the oil lamp, and tacitly disappeared into the darkness to scare her.

"Fred, George, look!" Nolen held a few sapweeds in his hands and shouted to the back.

After receiving no response for a long time, she turned her head cautiously, only to see an oil lamp tilted in the open space behind her. Her original intention to get up froze in place, and her uneasiness spread rapidly in her heart.

"Fred? George? Where are you?"

The only answer she received was the sound of the wind. The biting cold wind passed through the treetops. The fear that had been suppressed expanded uncontrollably in the darkness. The oil lamp on the ground rolled in vain, making an unexpected sound in the silence.

"Don't scare me"

Her voice trembled slightly, but she still walked firmly towards the place where the two of them were standing before. She couldn't tell whether it was the wind blowing through the tree trunks or the rustling of some animal passing through the bushes in the dark that reached her ears. Nolen I felt my scalp was numb and a chill crawled up my spine.

She walked closer and picked up the oil lamp that had fallen on the ground. Two pairs of black shoes suddenly appeared in the dim light. Nolen screamed and leaned back. For just a moment, a generous hand grasped her wrist. He took her body into his arms without hesitation.

The smell of fireworks once again blended with the fresh mountain pear perfume, and flowed into the two people's nostrils together. Nolen bit the clothes on George's shoulders, trembling uncontrollably. George held the girl's waist with one hand, and placed his hand on her stiff body. A light pat on the back.

Fred walked out of the darkness and looked at Nolen, who was still frightened, with a funny look on his face. "Look at your great idea, George, you scared our Miss Nolen."

George held the girl's waist with one hand and patted her stiff back with the other, "Obviously you were also involved - what did you say, behind?"

"Hahaha, you can't scare us." Fred proudly walked around to Nolen and stretched his head to look at her, but the panic on Nolen's face didn't look like he was faking. "Are you okay? We just lied to you." , please calm down.”

The sound in the wind was real, there was something. After seeing the true appearance of the thing, Nolen gently pushed George away and walked towards it. The faint smell of blood floated in the air. It was a Thestral that had just finished foraging, with big black wings. It is meekly tucked away at the sides of the body, and every bone in the body is clearly visible.

"What's there Nolen?"

Fred and George both took out their wands and pointed them at the unknown creature Nolen was facing.

"It's Thestrals." Nolen turned his head, his eyes reflecting a faint light, "I almost forgot that you can't see it."

"Then why can you see it?"

"Only those who have experienced death can see it." Nolen's hand gently stroked Thestral's head, and the faint light in his eyes dimmed, as if he was caught in some painful memories.

There was only suffocating silence in the air. Nolen's eyes were half lowered, and his black and blue eyes were full of struggle and pain. When George approached her, he realized the fragility of her pale face in the darkness.

"Do you want to touch it? It just finished foraging and is very docile." She was smiling, but it wasn't exactly a smile, because there was no pleasure in it, it was just a formal courtesy.

George raised his hands and wanted to press down the corners of her raised mouth, or push her into his arms, and listen to her sobbing and telling her story, but he knew very well in his heart that she would not be willing to show her love in front of them. helpless.

Nolen took the hands of Fred and George and placed them on the Thestral's head. They gently stroked the Thestral. There was no flesh on it, and there was a cold touch under their hands. From time to time, warm breath sprayed on them. Palm.

"They say that the Yeqi is the patron saint of death." The sound of the wind gradually died down, and the white mist gradually enveloped the forest. The girl's figure was half hidden in it, and a low whisper floated into their ears. "But on the day of judgment, they will be the only ones by my side."

"Nolen"

George turned around and stared at her standing in the distance. There was a look of helplessness in his dark black and blue eyes, which was very reminiscent of a sky without even stars.

Her eyes were without focus, emotion, or even life.

Without a trace of hesitation, George stepped towards her and pulled her into the dim light of the oil lamp. Only in the light could she see the time better and see her true presence.

"Look at me, don't be afraid, Nolen." George carefully held her cold hands and passed the warmth of his palms to her, "It's time for us to go back. Back to Hogwarts, we will accompany you."

Nolen stared blankly at the Thestral in the darkness. After a long time, his eyes passed over Fred, who was trying to raise the oil lamp, and finally fell on the anxious face of George. There was light shining on them, like a god descending.

"The prank is over" As if he suddenly woke up, Nolen's face finally returned to a trace of life, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, "You must have been scared out of your mind by me."

"No, you are really a good prankster." Fred immediately jumped out to ease the atmosphere, and pressed her head with a vengeance.

"Don't touch my head!" Nolen broke away from George's hand, jumped up and patted Fred on the head.

The three people chased each other and slowly walked towards the bright castle. The Thestral behind them let out a long cry and ran slowly back into the depths of the forest.