HP through the autumn

What do you do when you wake up in the morning and find that you are not in your bed?

Countless TV series, movies and novels tell us that we must first touch whether our clothes are still on.

Qiu woke up in the hall in the morning, followed this theorem, touched her pajamas, and made sure that they were all on her body.

The next step, experience tells us, we have to see if we have crossed.

She touched her chest - still, looked around - still Hogwarts.Very good, she didn't time travel, neither body nor soul.

"What are you doing?" Laurie asked sleepily, watching her groping.

"I'm checking to see if you have plotted against me at night." She said nonsense very calmly.

"I have Seid, how can I attack you?" Laurie's eyes widened, and she used the ultimate move-show affection.

"But I'm so good-looking, what if you become so beastly?" She responded with a trick - shameless narcissism.

"Hehe." Laurie resorted to a trick - a hehe technique that uses modal particles to achieve an extremely mocking effect.

"Hey." She responded with a move from the same series - the hey technique that uses modal particles to achieve the effect of pretending to be stupid.

"What are you two giggling about so early in the morning?" Marietta asked them half asleep, her eyes closed.

"Nothing." They both replied in unison.

Looking around the entire hall, more than half of the people are already up.Cedric was in the middle of the Hufflepuffs chatting with Stebbins and walking towards the common room.Fred and George seemed to be up early, and already changed into school robes.They had borrowed Colin Creevey's camera, and they were taking pictures of Percy sleeping, and Cho was worried that Percy would go back to his room at the Burrow and find him all with his eyes closed. Sleeping silly, or find a Gryffindor classmate with a photo like this, God bless him not drooling.

She straightened her hair, went back to the dormitory, changed her clothes, tidied up, and then went to Fred and George who were still taking pictures.

She saw that in the direction where Harry rolled over yesterday, the three of them were still fast asleep.A black, a brown, and a red head were crowded together in a fluffy mass.

"This is a rare photo." George winked at the students next to him while taking pictures.

"George, can you lend me that camera for a while?" she asked.

"Okay, Colin lent it to us, and he let us use it as we please. You can take a few pictures and develop them together." George handed her the camera.

"Thanks." She picked up the camera and walked towards Hermione and the others.

The three of them slept soundly, and the noisy sounds around them did not wake them up at all.Did you go to bed too late last night?She guessed, pointed the camera at the three people and took a few pictures, and then took a close-up of each person.

Hermione was very quiet when she was sleeping, her long brown hair was scattered on both sides of her head, giving her a peaceful beauty.

And Ron was snoring happily next to him, obviously sleeping very happily.

Harry's chicken coop was as usual, without the cover of his hair, and the scar stood out on his forehead.

She gave everyone a few close-ups, then tiptoed to leave.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes at this time, she saw a figure not far away, and just about to call out, Qiu rushed over and covered her mouth.

"Don't wake them up." She pointed to the two people who were still asleep.

Hermione nodded, saw the camera in her hand, and asked her, "What are you doing with the camera?"

"Take a picture of the two of them sleeping." She concealed the fact that she also took a picture of Hermione: "It's a rare sight, isn't it?"

Listening to Ron's cheerful little purr, Hermione suppressed a smile and nodded.

Qiu looked at the time. If they didn't get up again, they would be late.

In order to wake them up and take a moving picture instead of the three of them sleeping with their eyes closed and motionless, she poked Harry and Ron in the face, and then turned the camera aimed at them.Harry woke up.He sat up in a daze, with the raised hair on his head soaring into the sky.

"Good morning, Hermione, good morning, Cho. Why are you two in the boys' dormitory?" he asked.

"Actually, you slept in the girls' dormitory." Qiu replied seriously.

"What?" Harry almost jumped up in the sleeping bag, he looked around, remembered what happened yesterday, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.

Ron turned over impatiently, not awakened by the movement around him at all.

"What are you doing here, Cho?" he asked.

"I've come to wake you up," she replied.

"Thank you. What are you holding in your hand? Is it Colin's camera? What are you doing with the camera?" Harry asked suspiciously when he saw what was in her hand.

"Wake you up with a camera. This is a very popular way for Ravenclaw to wake up your roommates recently." She said, ready to leave here with the camera.

"Did you secretly take pictures of me sleeping?" Harry asked.

"You're thinking too much, Harry, I only took pictures of Ron." She continued to make up.

"Don't try to lie to me, Cho, I know you won't just take photos of Ron." Harry said firmly, crawling out of his sleeping bag and throwing himself at the camera.

"I'm going first, bye, Hermione, bye, Harry." She slipped away quickly before Harry could crawl out.

Not long after, Fred and George told her that Colin's picture had been treated with developing potion.

"Colin said he almost wanted to keep your pictures private," Fred asked.

"It goes without saying, brother—" George patted him on the shoulder: "Except for Harry, who can make Colin so fanatical?"

They handed her the processed stack of photos.

"Thank you Colin for me," she picked up the photo: "Next time he needs help, he can come to me."

"I guess he wanted Harry's autograph," said Fred.

"Uh, forget it, he'd better ask for it himself."

The first few photos were almost Muggle-like, with people sleeping peacefully.

There was only the last one. In the photo, the boy blinked his eyes in confusion, then sat up, with a dazed look on his face, his hair curled up in all directions.

This photo was so collectible, she poked Harry in the photo, he was still looking out of the photo blankly, and Ron in the back was sleeping soundly.

She decided to beg her parents to buy a camera this summer.

Another week of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Lupine did not show up in the classroom, and Professor Snape took his place.

Is it a full moon recently?She thought it was time to record the cycles of the moon.

"Today we are going to study - werewolves." Professor Snape's gloomy, unwavering voice sounded from the podium.

Sure enough, he wished that every student in the school could see that Lupine was a werewolf, even in fourth grade.

No one in Ravenclaw's classroom questioned him, and no one dared to challenge Snape's authority, so everyone could only slander silently in their hearts.

"Can someone tell me how to spot a werewolf?" he asked.

Ravenclaw was silent, and everyone hadn't recovered from the regret that Professor Lupine couldn't attend class, and Snape's expression and tone made them dare not raise their hands.

"Is there no one? I thought that the third graders can't recognize werewolves, but I didn't expect the fourth graders to be so behind. Didn't Professor Lupine tell you?"

Why didn't he mention Professor Quirrell and Professor Lockhart?These two really didn't teach anything, and I didn't see him mocking Professor Quirrell about his garlic-flavored head, and Professor Lockhart mocking him for having no brains at all.

After a dreary Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Snape assigned a dissertation on how to identify and kill werewolves, two parchments long.

"Kill werewolves?" Marietta whispered, "How do we kill werewolves? They are 5X-level dangerous creatures certified by the Ministry of Magic. I dare say that Snape himself may not be able to kill werewolves."

"It's more practical to Apparate and escape when you meet a werewolf," Laurie said.

"Who knows what he thinks." Cho said, this kind of behavior of assigning homework was really annoying, and there was almost nothing Snape couldn't do to antagonize Lupine.This is the same as the physical education teacher asking you to write a paper on how to climb to the top of Mount Everest. There is only one answer-by dreaming.

She has no position to judge the old things about Snape and Jiedao foursome. James and the others used to humiliate Snape with a fuchsia, and Snape also fought back against them with a sharp edge. Their countless battles have been difficult to untangle, and she has no right to decide for which side you should apologize or you should forgive.

But why involve this matter on students?She was deeply saddened by the long dissertation request, and it was none of our business back then, so why would Professor Snape assign us such a long homework whenever he was in a bad mood?

On the day of the match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, there was a strong wind, rumbling thunder came from time to time, and the rain was blinding people's eyes.

Cho and Laurie almost gave up the idea of ​​not going to the game, and Marietta huddled comfortably in the common room, gloating as they walked towards the stormy Quidditch pitch.

"Why do you have to go to the game even more?" Qiu asked.

"Because today is Seid's first game after becoming the captain." Laurie replied, "Why are you going?"

"To be your companion." She had an expression on her face that I sacrificed a lot for you.

Standing at the gate of the castle, the two of them used a warming charm and waterproofing to get wet, and rushed into the wind and rain bravely.

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