novelcrest Chapter 313 Can I Go to Hogsmeade?
Chapter 313 Can I Go to Hogsmeade?
Chapter 313 Can I Go to Hogsmeade?
The next day, Ron was still in a huff, and he even refused to participate in the four kids' daily activities.
Suddenly, the four little ones returned to the state of being three little ones in this special way.
Even Sophia didn't expect the story to develop this way—she had thought that her own Hermione mother would be the first to be excluded from the group.
In herbalism class, the four of them were assigned to a group to peel bubble beans.
"How are Scabbers?" Hermione asked timidly as they picked plump, pink pods from the bubble branch, shelled the glistening beans, and put them into a wooden bucket.
"He's hiding at the foot of my bed, trembling," Ron said angrily, scattering the beans on the greenhouse floor instead of throwing them into the bucket.
Bubble pods will bloom immediately upon contact with a solid object.
When Professor Sprout warned, "Watch out, Weasley, watch out!" a small sea of flowers had already formed on the ground.
Next up is the transformation lesson.
After last night's conversation, Harry has decided to ask Professor McGonagall about Hogsmeade after class.
Harry stood in line outside the classroom, pondering how to approach Professor McGonagall later. However, a sudden disturbance at the front of the line distracted him.
Lavender Brown appeared to be crying, and Parvati Petit, with her arm around her, explained something to the serious-looking Simo Finigan and Dean Thomas.
"What's going on, Lavender?" Sophia noticed the situation and asked considerately. Hermione, Harry, and Ron also came over.
"She received a letter from home this morning," Parvati explained quietly, "that her rabbit, Binch, had been killed by a fox."
"Oh," Hermione replied immediately, "I'm sorry for you, Lavender."
"I should have known!" Lavender said painfully. "Today is October 16th! Remember? 'The thing you feared most will happen on October 16th!' She was right, she was right!"
The whole class gathered around Lavender. Seamus shook his head, looking somewhat helpless. Hermione hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing her words: "You—you've always been afraid that Binkey would be killed by the fox?"
"Actually, it might not be a fox," Lavender looked at Hermione with teary eyes, "but I'm obviously afraid it will die, aren't I?"
Hermione nodded, then paused, as if thinking about something, before asking, "Is Binkey an old rabbit?"
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"No!" Lavender sobbed as she answered, "It's a baby bunny!" Parvati said, hugging her even tighter.
"Then why are you afraid of it dying?" Hermione asked, puzzled, clearly finding it somewhat illogical.
Parvati immediately glared at her with displeasure.
“Let’s analyze this rationally,” Hermione continued, turning to the crowd to explain, “Binch didn’t die today; Lavender only received the news today—” At this point, Lavender’s sobs grew louder, “and she wasn’t always afraid of this happening, because she was very shocked when she heard the news—”
Sophia nodded to herself after hearing Hermione's mother's words.
She thought her mother was right.
"Never mind Hermione, Lavender," Ron suddenly interjected, raising his voice slightly. "She has no idea how other people feel about their pets."
Just then, Professor McGonagall opened the classroom door, breaking the awkward silence. Hermione and Ron exchanged a glare, then followed the other students into the classroom, remaining silent for the rest of the break.
When the class ended, Harry still hadn't figured out how to start the conversation, but Professor McGonagall brought up Hogsmeade first.
"Wait a minute!" Professor McGonagall called to the students as they rose to leave. "You're all in my house. Please hand me your permission forms for Hogsmeade before Halloween. You can't go without them, don't forget!"
Neville raised his hand.
"Excuse me, Professor, I think—I think I've lost my watch."
“Your grandmother has already sent the watch directly to me, Longbottom,” Professor McGonagall replied. “She thinks it’s safer that way.”
Sofia raised her hand.
"Professor, may I go?"
"Of course, Miss Phillips. Professor Phillips gave me the watch a few days ago," Professor McGonagall paused before replying.
Harry looked at Professor McGonagall with envy after hearing her reply to Sophia.
He also wished he had an elder professor at the school—that would solve a lot of problems, wouldn't it?
"Alright, everyone can go now."
"Go ask her quickly," Ron urged Harry in a low voice.
"Oh, but—" Hermione started to say something.
"Go quickly, Harry," Ron insisted.
Harry waited until all the students had left the classroom before nervously walking toward Professor McGonagall's podium.
"What is it, Potter?" Professor McGonagall's voice was as serious as ever.
Harry took a deep breath and mustered his courage to say, "Professor, my aunt and uncle—they forgot to sign my form."
Professor McGonagall looked at Harry from above her square glasses without saying a word.
Harry quickly added, "So—well—you think it might be possible—for me to go to Hogsmeade?"
Professor McGonagall lowered her eyes and tidied the lecture notes on the table. "I'm afraid that won't work, Potter," she replied calmly. "I made it very clear just now that you can't go without a watch; that's the rule."
Harry, unwilling to give up, continued, "But—Professor, my aunt and uncle—they're Muggles and don't understand these Hogwarts forms at all. If you could allow—"
“But I won’t allow it,” Professor McGonagall interrupted him, remaining unmoved. She stood up, neatly placed the lecture notes into the drawer, and said firmly and unequivocally, “It’s clearly stated on the form that a parent’s or guardian’s signature is required.”
Just as Harry was preparing to make one last effort, a series of slow, hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the classroom, followed by...
Filch, the Hogwarts warden, walked in with a grim expression. His demeanor was always full of displeasure and vigilance, as if he were ready to catch the students committing any "misdeeds" at any moment.
"Ah, Filch, is something the matter?" Professor McGonagall asked calmly.
Filch shrugged, holding a few crumpled documents in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Professor, a few students were making a lot of noise in the corridor just now, and they even knocked over an ink bottle, making a mess. I'm here to report that."
Professor McGonagall nodded, took the document, and then turned her gaze to Harry: "Potter, I've made myself perfectly clear. You should go to class now."
Harry knew that saying anything more would be futile, so he lowered his head helplessly and was about to leave when Filch suddenly stared at Harry with his shrewd eyes and sneered, "Hogsmeade? You can't go without permission, Potter! Rules are rules."
Harry glanced at Filch, then said nothing more, feeling an even heavier weight in his heart.
"There can't be any exceptions." Filch continued to mutter to himself. "I remember back then everyone wanted to go to Hogsmeade, but without permission, there was no permission, and no one could leave the castle."
"Thank you, Filch," Professor McGonagall interrupted him curtly, clearly not wanting to complicate matters further.
She gestured for Harry to leave.
Harry thanked him reluctantly, turned and walked out of the classroom, still able to hear Filch's annoying grumbling.
But, out of his sight—Filch smiled at his retreating figure.