HP Dawn Night

"Hi, Granger." I greeted her coldly, and the ugly ginger cat jumped into her arms nimbly.Granger hugged the cat awkwardly, as if he didn't know whether to leave or stay.

"Aren't Weasley and Potter with you?" I straightened my legs, signed my name on the homework of the divination class, and looked at the lonely Granger with some doubts.

Granger's expression was not so natural: "...I'm here to find Crookshanks."

"I thought it would be quicker if there were so many people." I glanced at her, and easily found that Granger's eyes were obviously crying.

"Ron thinks my cat killed his pet mouse," Granger did his best to say lightly, "its mouse is gone, there's blood on the sheets and a few ginger cat hairs, but It's probably been there since Christmas."

"Stupid." I chuckled slightly. "Mice are more important than cats, huh?"

Granger was a little embarrassed: "You can't say that..."

"That's the truth." I began to pack up my things and prepare to go back to the castle, "but you have to reflect on it, isn't it really your cat that ate Weasley's mouse?"

Granger's face was a little stiff.I glanced at her, put on my bag and walked up the hillside.

If this happened to me, I would apologize first, and then explain it after we both calmed down-arguments are often pointless.

Black finally broke into Gryffindor Tower at midnight on this day, and it was Ron Weasley who found him - he was awakened, and then saw Black standing beside his bed with a knife.

Neville Longbottom also suffered bad luck for this.Since the last attempt by Black to break in, Gryffindor has accelerated the frequency of changing passwords. In order to help himself remember, Neville wrote all the passwords on a small note, but the note was He accidentally lost it, and Blake happened to pick up a great deal.

"My God, I can't imagine what it would be like if this happened to me." Blaise watched in admiration as Neville rushed out of the auditorium, just 30 seconds before, he had received a Howler letter.

"I'll jump into the Black Lake in shame." Draco said nonchalantly. "The newspapers are still the same. I doubt they'll ever catch Sirius Black in their lifetime."

"By the way, Draco," I suddenly remembered something, "in a few days seems to be the day to judge that Hippogriff?"

"This Friday." Draco said in a good mood, "The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Animals will be in charge of the case, and they will definitely give a reasonable verdict."

"I dare say Potter and the others will help sort out the defense." Pansy shook his head, motioning us to look in the direction of Gryffindor.

"No way, Weasley and Granger fell out over a mouse." I recounted to them what Granger had said yesterday, and Blaise interjected in good time to tell how Granger had caused Potter's broom to die. Get things checked.

It turned out that Potter had received his new broom for Christmas, but Granger thought it might have been from Sirius Black with a hex or something on it.So she quickly reported the matter to Professor McGonagall. For safety's sake, Professor McGonagall took the broom and took it apart and checked it carefully.Potter and Weasley were annoyed at this, because the broomstick might be affected if it was taken apart and reassembled.Although the broom was back in Potter's hands, the incident made all three of them very unhappy, and Weasley even concluded that Granger only knew to snitch on the teacher.

After listening to what we said, Pansy said meaningfully:

"Oh, yeah, I think so too. You can't put broomsticks and mice more than friends, can you?"

The three of us inevitably had some embarrassing expressions on our faces.Whenever we had Quidditch practice, Pansy would sit alone in the stands and wait for us.

"If you are interested in Quidditch, that's great. Flint is graduating this year. Maybe you can join the team as a Seeker, so we can really fight side by side," Blaise said.

"Yeah, then I don't have to be the only female member of Slytherin." I shrugged, and Pansy smiled knowingly:

"But I'm not interested in Quidditch, so I forgive you for ignoring me."

When we returned to the lounge in the evening, we saw a new notice posted on the wall.

"Going to Hogsmeade this Saturday." Draco said with a look, "Well, Vio, this time we'll—"

"Wait," Pansy said suddenly, "Who told you Vio was going with you?"

Draco was puzzled: "You shouldn't..."

"I'm going to Hogsmeade with Vio this time." Pansy stared at Draco fiercely. "You can go with Crabbe and Goyle."

"Why!" Draco protested.

Pansy glanced at him arrogantly: "There are some girls' secrets between me and Vio, is that a problem?"

"Have--"

"Okay, Draco, you can come with me, we can talk about life together, you know, it's boring to play with little girls all the time, right?" Blaise caught Draco's Shoulder, the latter has a reluctant expression on his face:

"Pansy, I'm sorry to ask you to take less of a blow like this in the future."

"What? I'm creating an opportunity for you to bond with Bryce." Pansy said in twos and twos.

"Pfft..." Blaise's movement of draping Draco's shoulders and Draco's resentful eyes came into view, coupled with Pansy's words, I felt more and more that something was wrong.

"Draco, if you told Uncle Lucius that you fell in love with Blaise, how would he react?" I took the time to look at Draco with a suffocated face, and the latter said fiercely from between his lips. Say a few words:

"I don't want to know at all."

"Oh, Blaise, you've been rejected." I looked at Blaise and added embellishments with a smile, "I don't know how Lisa and Mandy will feel when they see it?"

"Ashamed? Maybe. After all... they are still far behind Draco." Blaise smiled brightly.

"...you have a thick skin!"

The author has something to say:

The more I write, the more I feel that Uncle Dog is cute~

As far as the original book is concerned, Uncle Dog must be one of the most tragic people...