tampered with the past

I hate Ron, Ron always takes aim at me because of Scabbers.

I also hate Harry because he's always on Ron's side.

How could Ron suggest that Harry sneak off to Hogsmeade when he knew Sirius Black was going to kill Harry?

If Harry is attacked...

I can hardly think about it.

It's a pity that my bad advice obviously didn't sound worth it to Harry, who was probably just hoping that Black would come to his door!

For Harry's safety, all I could do was threaten to tell Professor McGonagall, though I couldn't possibly do that.It wasn't my intention to get Harry fired, I was just trying to protect him, if Ron didn't mess with it...

It's hateful that Harry is always influenced by Ron, and what's even more hateful is that he actually thinks that his blindfold can fool my eyes.

"Goodbye! See you when you come back!"

It was a heartfelt farewell, but I bet he'd sneak out of Hogwarts Castle through the secret passage as soon as we left, and if I'm wrong, I'll get a zero for my final exam.

Sure enough, I heard the yelling of the fleeing Malfoy.

As for Harry's head, it seemed to him that Harry had lost his body...

Maybe I should rush back to school.

Advise Harry, find a way, but he probably doesn't need it!Since he chooses to trust Ron instead of me, why should I be sentimental.

Anyway, I decided to go back to school.

If Harry had been fired, I might have had time to gloat in the first place...

I had planned to wait for Harry in the common room, but a note from Hagrid, delivered by the school owl, interrupted my enjoyment.

Buckbeak was sentenced to death...

They can't!

This is not fair!

I'm going to the library, there must be a lot of relevant material that can be used to prove the injustice of the verdict.

The encounter with Harry and Ron was a bad one that I didn't expect, and what I can't stand right now is Ron's cynicism and Harry's mistrust of me.

"Come to gloat? Or did you just denounce us?"

Ron questioned with words, and Harry looked suspiciously.

I really want to have a good fight with these two bastards, but for some reason, the sound coming out of my mouth is a cry of grievance.

Those grievances and longings that have been suppressed have finally broken through my defenses, and I finally have to face up to the fact that I have been unwilling to face up to——

I need Harry and Ron more than Harry and Ron need me.

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