Chapter 116 Ron's Sheets Are Bloodstained

"Huh? What are you going to do?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"She has to take so many classes!" Ron said with his eyes widened. "This morning, I heard her talking to Professor Victor. Victor is the witch who taught arithmetic and divination—they were talking about what happened yesterday." Homework, but it was impossible for Hermione to go to Arithmancy and Divination yesterday, because she attended the Protection of Magical Creatures class with us!"

"And Ernie MacMillan told me that Hermione never missed a single Muggle Studies class, which conflicted with Divination half the time, and she never missed a single Divination class!"

Harry didn't have time to discuss Hermione's unworkable class timetable at the moment; he had to get Snape's papers done quickly.

But Ron kept chattering beside him, which made him very depressed.

As for Maca, no one knew what he was busy with, but he was always running to the principal's office recently, which made him look more hurried than Hermione.

Harry and Ron only had a limited number of face-to-face encounters with him.

It has to be said that they all feel that every time they see Maca, they will find that he looks more tired than last time.

"What happened to him and Hermione?"

One day, when Harry and Ron were walking to the common room, Ron couldn't help complaining.

"Who knows?"

Harry answered the password, slipped through the doorway, and immediately saw Hermione still behind her mountain of books.

"Can I sit down?" Harry asked Hermione.

"I suppose so," said Hermione, removing a large sheet of parchment from a chair.

Harry looked at the cluttered desk, then at the long, wet-inked treatise on Arithmancy, then at the longer treatise on Muggle studies, and at the magic spell Hermione was pondering over. text translation.

"Explain why Muggles need electricity?" Ron leaned forward, read the Muggle research paper word by word.

Hermione reached out and rolled it up - the ink on it had dried.

"Okay... oh! I'm going to feed Scabbers a tonic!" Ron suddenly yelled, "Maca sent me a small bottle before, it's very useful!"

Hermione ignored him, and Harry waved him back.

"...So, how can you deal with so many things?" After Ron left, Harry turned around and continued to ask.

"Oh, um - you know - work hard." Although Hermione faltered a bit, she at least pretended not to care.

As Harry got closer, she looked almost as tired as Maca.

"Why do you learn two subjects?" Harry couldn't help asking.

At this time, Hermione picked up another book, looking for her rune dictionary.

"I can't!" Hermione said casually.

Harry picked up the paper on Arithmancy and Divination, and after reading it briefly, he felt a little dizzy—the table of numbers and various calculation formulas on it were too complicated.

"Ariximetry looks really scary..." Harry scowled.

"Oh, no! Arithmancy is amazing!" Hermione showed a sincere expression, "Arithmancy is one of my favorite subjects! It's..."

Although Hermione gave him a detailed introduction, Harry still didn't understand the magic of arithmetic divination.

At this moment, a muffled shout came from the stairs of the boys' dormitory. No one spoke in the common room, and she stared at the door in horror.

The sound of hurried footsteps, getting louder and louder, and then...

Ron jumped into everyone's sight, with a sheet covering him.

"Look!" he growled, striding over to Hermione's table, "Look!"

Ron yelled, shaking the sheet in front of her.

"Ron,

What are you looking at—? "

"Scabbers! Look! Scabbers!"

Hermione stepped back from Ron's contorted face, completely bewildered.

Harry looked at the sheet that Ron was holding - there was something red on it that looked scary, like -

"Blood!" cried Ron through the panicked silence. "It's dead! Do you know what else is on the floor?"

"No, I don't know..." Hermione's voice trembled.

Ron threw something on Hermione's rune translation, and Hermione and Harry leaned forward to look. They saw that scattered on the strangely shaped, long and pointed rune characters were a few long ginger cat hairs.

...

Ron and Hermione's friendship seemed to have broken down in recent days - both were so angry that Harry didn't know how to salvage their relationship.

Ron was annoyed that Hermione never took Crookshanks' intentions of eating Scabbers seriously, never bothered to look closely at Crookshanks.

He believed that Hermione was still pretending to think that Crookshanks was innocent at this moment, suggesting that Ron go find Scabbers under all the boys' beds.

And Hermione, who came back to her senses, said furiously that Ron had no proof, those yellow hairs might have been there since Christmas, and since the day Crookshanks jumped on Ron's head in that magical zoo , Ron has always been prejudiced against her cat.

Harry personally believes that Crookshanks did eat Scabbers, and tries to point out to Hermione that all the evidence points to this, at which point she also loses her temper with Harry.

"Well, take Ron's side, and I know you will!" she snapped. "First Firebolt, now Scabbers. It's all my fault, isn't it? At least you won't nag all day, but this time, leave me alone! Harry, I have a lot to do!"

Ron looked very sad at the loss of the mouse.

"Okay, Ron. Don't you keep saying how annoying Scabbers is," said Fred briskly, "and he's been dead for a long time, and he's a little bit... you know, dead Faster is probably better for it."

"Fred!" said Ginny indignantly.

"Scabbets just eats and sleeps all day long, Ron, you said that yourself," said George.

"But... Maca has been sending me nutritious rat food, too," said Ron sadly, "hasn't it, Harry?"

"Oh - yes, fried peanuts, that's really good!" said Harry.

"Maybe Maca is using Scabbers as a rat food taster!" Fred couldn't help laughing. "It's probably the most valuable thing he's ever done in his life! Oh, well, Ron, Make up with Hermione and buy another mouse. What's the use of lamenting?"

Harry persuaded Ron to come with him to the field for the last Gryffindor training session so that Ron could ride a Firebolt afterward as a last resort to cheer Ron up.

"Great idea! Can I have a ball too?"

This seemed to make Ron forget about Scabbers for a while, so they went to the Quidditch pitch together.

On the second day, Harry, who had a Firebolt and had undergone rigorous training, won as expected.

After the game, everyone wrapped Harry up and went to the Gryffindor common room together. A lively party continued into the evening.

Fred and George Weasley had been missing for two hours, returning with bottles of Butterbeer, fizzy pumpkin juice and large bags of Honeydukes sweets.

"How did you get it?" Angelina asked.

At this point, George began tossing Toad Mints over the crowd.

"We got a little help from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs," whispered Fred in Harry's ear.

Only one person was absent from this merry party.

Hermione sat disbelievingly in a corner, trying to read a huge tome called Life and Social Habits of a British Muggle Household.

Seeing Fred and George start juggling butterbeer bottles, Harry took the opportunity to leave the table and come over to Hermione.

"Haven't you been at the game?" Harry asked.

"Of course I did." Hermione didn't look up at Harry at all, and her voice was a little strangely high, "I'm glad we won, I think you did a good job, but I have to finish reading it by Monday." This book……"

"Come on, Hermione, come and have something to eat." Harry glanced at Ron, who was smiling happily at the moment, and he couldn't help thinking: Is Ron in a good enough mood to be with Hermione? Min made peace?

"I can't, Harry, I have four hundred and twenty-two pages to read!" Hermione's voice sounded hysterical, "Besides..."

She also looked at Ron, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid he won't want me to participate."

This matter is obvious.

Because Ron deliberately picked this moment and said loudly: "If Scabbers hadn't been eaten, he could have eaten a few of these Fudge flies, which he always likes to eat-"

Hermione burst into tears.

Her nerves have been tense recently, whether it's the busyness of her classes and studies, or the things about Scabbers, which keep her in a state of depression... But Harry still didn't expect that, she really said Cry and cry.

Before Harry could say or do anything, Hermione tucked the large book under her arm and, sobbing, opened the door in a panic and ran out of the Gryffindor common room.

"Can't she be given a rest!" Harry couldn't help but said to Ron, and then glanced at the door opening, "It's already night, I think it's best to get her back as soon as possible..."

Ron also glanced at the half-open doorway. He struggled for a while, but still put on a stubborn face.

"No," said Ron grimly, "if she's acting sorry - but she never admits she's wrong, that's what Hermione is! She still looks like Scabbers is on holiday or something... "

Harry hesitated for a moment, sighed, and then ran out of the door with a helpless expression on his face.

"It's so late, and it's pitch black everywhere, where would Hermione go?" He couldn't help thinking, "According to Hermione's character, she definitely wouldn't run out at night, but night tour It's a violation of school rules!"