UGB Chapter 142 Suspicious Cat
Chapter 142 Suspicious Cat
The fortune teller path is so annoying! Tom once again confirmed that he had nothing to do with divination. This was not like an astronomy class. Hard work could make up for the lack of talent. Divination is a thing that would be as difficult and confusing for someone without a vision of the future as it would be for a Muggle to study magic.
When Tom quietly returned to the common room, Harry had not returned - since Ravenclaw lost to Slytherin in the Quidditch match, Wood insisted that this was the only chance for Gryffindor to rise in the rankings. , for this reason, the time for Quidditch training was increased to five times a week, coupled with Professor Lupin's Dementor defense training, Harry was basically not in the dormitory every night, which made Harry just forced to make trouble with his friends. Tom was relieved, at least he didn't have to face Harry's silent condemnation and pleading eyes.
Ron was much easier to deal with. He always pretended that he couldn't see Tom. Every time Tom passed by, he would deliberately turn his head away and talk loudly to the people around him. The topic was always what he heard about Slytherin recently. What dirty things did the bad boys do again?
Hermione snorted coldly and commented: "Childish."
"Who are you talking about!" Ron was furious.
Hermione was too lazy to pay attention to him, tossed her hair, and left holding the thick file.
Ron was furious because Hermione refused to take a clear stand on their side, and vowed never to speak to Hermione unless necessary. And Hermione was busy with her homework, plus she had to sort out relevant historical cases for Hagrid - Harry was too busy to help; Tom, because of his good relationship with Malfoy, was attracted by Harry and Rowe. Well (mainly Ron) unanimously requested to be excluded and could not help; since Ron was unwilling to talk to her, Hermione was too lazy to ask Ron for help. In this way, for a while, the friendship of several people fell into a strange situation.
By February, Hermione and Ron's already precarious friendship was finally crushed by the last straw.
It was originally a joyful day. Professor McGonagall finally returned the crossbow to Harry. Harry ran all the way back to Gryffindor Tower, holding high his beloved broomstick - the modified version. Professor McGonagall quietly told him that she and Professor Flitwick had secretly strengthened its acceleration system, which made Professor Snape very angry for a few days.
Upon returning to the common room, Harry was surrounded by people vying to see the crossbow bolts. Everyone watched the Fire [Crossbow] arrow and admired it from every angle. Everyone was very excited and said that Ravenclaw must be defeated now. You must know that they are still using Sweep Seven Stars. . Ron loudly praised everyone who said good things about Fire [Crossbow] and Arrow for their discernment.
Hermione did not rush towards Harry. As a whistleblower, she carefully avoided the eyes of Harry and Ron and pretended to be concentrating on her homework. Tom didn't go over to join in the fun. He glanced at the shiny broom with disinterest, thinking idly that there was a fire [crossbow] hidden in the Room of Requirement that Malfoy rejected.
Well, when Harry comes to play with the crossbow, it's time for Malfoy to have new and old hatreds in his heart again and give everyone some work to do. Tom thought boredly.
But Harry took the initiative and walked towards them.
"I got it back," Harry said, grinning at Hermione, and raised the crossbow arrow to show her.
Hermione deadpanned.
"It's good, at least now you know it's safe," she said.
"Ha! There's nothing wrong with this broom to begin with!" Ron shouted.
Harry hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "I think I'd better take it to the dormitory -"
This effectively diverted Ron's attention.
"I'll do it!" he said immediately and eagerly, "I have to give Scabbers some rat tonic." Scabbers was a pet mouse he inherited from his family. In the past year, he had always been low on energy, so Ron bought it specially for this purpose. tonic.
He carefully held the crossbow arrow up the stairs of the boys' dormitory, just like a prince holding Cinderella's dropped glass slipper.
"Can I sit down?" Harry asked, looking between Hermione and Tom without meeting their eyes.
"Please," Hermione said, removing a large stack of parchment from a chair.
"You and Malfoy..." Harry stared at the Muggle Divination paper that was still inked on Hermione's desk, and spoke to Tom unnaturally, "Is it because of Hagrid?" He tried his best to find a reasonable solution for his friend. The reason for "betrayal".
Tom was silent for a moment.
"I'm afraid I'm not on the same page as you on this matter, Harry," Tom said frankly. "I don't see anything wrong with a victim seeking justice from an injurious animal."
"Buckbeak was just an animal! He was stimulated! He was innocent!"
"An animal that hurts a human being is hardly innocent, Harry," said Tom. "I wish you could look at this from our human perspective. It almost killed Malfoy."
"Hermione!" Harry turned to Hermione angrily, "You tell me!"
Hermione avoided his gaze, wrung her fingers, and said, "Well... Buckbeak needs to be taken care of, Harry." She added hastily, "But it would be too cruel to execute him."
Harry was searching for words to convince them. At this moment, a muffled shout came from the stairs of the boys' dormitory. No one spoke in the common room, and everyone stared at the stairs in fear. Tom held the wand in his hand, and Hermione held the quill in her backhand.
The sound of hurried footsteps was getting closer and louder - and then, Ron jumped into everyone's sight, dragging a bed sheet with him.
"Look!" he roared, striding over to Hermione's table. "Look!" he shouted, shaking the sheet in front of her face.
"Ron, what-"
"Banban! Look! Banban!"
Hermione let go of the pen in her hand and leaned back away from Ron, completely at a loss. Harry and Tom looked towards the sheet Ron was holding.
There was something red on it that looked like—"Blood!" Ron yelled into the panicked silence.
"It's dead! Do you know what else is on the floor?" Ron cried with rage.
"No, I don't know," Hermione said, her voice trembling.
Ron dropped something on Hermione's paper. Scattered across Hermione's strange, long, pointed handwriting were long strands of ginger cat hair.
Ron and Hermione had a huge argument in the common room. Ron was angry because Hermione never took Crookshanks' intention to eat Scabbers seriously, never bothered to take a good look at her irritable stupid cat, and was still pretending to think Crookshanks was innocent at this moment. , actually suggested that Ron go look for Scabbers under all the boys’ beds.
Hermione furiously said that Ron had no evidence that Crookshanks ate Scabbers, and that those yellow furs might have been there since Christmas, and ever since Crookshanks jumped on Ron's head in that magical zoo. Ever since that day, Ron had been prejudiced against her cats.
"How many times do I have to tell you! I tied up Crookshanks!" She jumped on the chair and roared condescendingly at Ron, "Are you blind! I tied up Crookshanks before the holiday. Be careful, don't let her run around!"
Ever since Tom told Hermione that her beloved cat had become friends with a big black dog, like all parents who suddenly learned that their good daughter had met an outside gangster, Hermione quickly took measures to purchase goods for Crookshanks. Without a cat leash, cat carrier and cat bag, Crookshanks will never be allowed to roam around again.
"You're blind!" Ron raised his head and argued with her, his momentum was not weak at all, "Can't you see the blood on the sheets!"
"Maybe your menstrual period has arrived!"
"Scabbers is a fucking male rat!" Ron was so angry that he slammed the door and left.
Harry personally believed that Crookshanks had indeed eaten Scabbers, and tried to point it out to Hermione that all the evidence pointed to this, so she lost her temper with him too.
"Yes, always stand by Ron! I know you will!" Hermione said angrily, "Fire [Crossbow], Tom's friendship problems, Bobby Buck, Scabbers... when can you Use your brain to think about problems instead of unconditionally standing on the side of those close to you?". 7
Harry had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender and made a zipper gesture on his mouth, indicating that he would never speak about it again.
"What about you?" Hermione asked Tom angrily to speak about the Scabbers incident.
"Well, at present, there is insufficient evidence." Tom said cautiously.
"Okay. Go away!" Hermione screamed, "I still have a lot of things to do!"
She lowered her head and ignored them.