Soon, Defense Against the Dark Arts became a popular subject. Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins were badmouthing Professor Lupin.
"Look at his robes," Malfoy would say loudly as Professor Lupin passed."He's dressed like our elf.”
But nobody except them noticed that Professor Lupin's robes were patched and ruffled. His next few lessons were as lively and interesting as the first one. After the boggart, they studied the red hats, unpleasant little monsters who lurked wherever blood was shed, in the castle buildings, in the potholes of deserted battlefields, waiting to strike at those who were lost. They went from Red Hat to Ka-Ba, a crawling aquatic creature that looked like a scaly monkey with webbed hands, busy strangling any wader who wandered into their ponds without knowing the depth.
Perhaps the most unpleasant of all was Potions. Snape had been particularly keen on revenge these days, and everyone knew why. The story of the boggart assuming Snape's form and Neville putting it in his grandmother's clothes was flying through the school grounds. Snape didn't seem to find this funny. His eyes flashed threateningly at the mention of Professor Lupin's name, and he was bullying Neville more than ever.
One evening in early October, Bunce saw Harry enter the common room, having just finished training, and sat down next to him."What happened? Why is it so noisy?。”
"First Hogsmeade weekend," said Ron, pointing at a notice on the old bulletin board."End of October, on the eve of Hallow's Eve.”
"Great," said Fred excitedly."I've got to go to Zonko's, I'm running out of Stink Bombs.”
Harry lowered his head slightly dispiritedly and said nothing.
"Harry, I bet you'll be able to go next time.”she said."They'll catch Black soon enough, they've already seen him somewhere once.”
"You're so naive, Hermione, if Black was that easy to catch, would the Ministry put a ten thousand gold reward on him?”Bangs said with a smile.
"Bunce's right, Black wouldn't be that stupid.”said Ron."Ask McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry, we don't know when the next time will be-"
"Ron!" said Hermione."Harry's supposed to be at school-"
"He can't be the only third year staying," said Ron."Ask McGonagall, go on, Harry-"
"Yes, I think I'll ask." said Harry firmly.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but Crookshanks had jumped briskly onto her lap with a large dead spider in his mouth.
"Does it have to eat that damn thing in front of us?”snarled Ron.
"Clever Crookshanks, did you catch them yourself?”said Hermione.
Crookshanks chewed the spider slowly, his yellow eyes fixed on Ron.
"Just leave it there, please.”said Ron angrily.”
Crookshanks, having finished the spider, launched a silent surprise attack.
"Oh!" roared Ron, snatching his bag from him as Crookshanks 'four claws seized it firmly and began to tear at it savagely. "Let go, you stupid beast!"
Ron tried to wrest his bag from Crookshanks 'claws, but he held on, his mouth foaming.
"Ron, don't hurt him!" shrieked Hermione. The entire lounge was watching the show. Ron spun the bag around quickly, Crookshanks still clinging to it, and Scabbers jumped out of the top of it-
"Catch that cat!" yelled Ron, as Crookshanks let go of his bag and jumped onto the table to chase the terrified Scabbers.
George Weasley made a dash for Crookshanks, but missed; Scabbers darted between their legs, and in a moment he was under a chest of drawers. Crookshanks came to a sudden halt, crouched low, and began to reach furiously under the chest of drawers with his front paws.
Ron and Hermione ran over, and Hermione seized Crookshanks by the waist and lifted him with great difficulty somewhere else. Ron lay prone on the ground, and with great difficulty managed to grab Scabbers by the tail and pull him out.
"Take a look!" he said furiously to Hermione, shaking Scabbers in front of her. Don't let that cat get close to it!"
"Crookshanks doesn't know he's wrong!”said Hermione in a trembling voice."All cats catch mice, Ron!”
"This beast is really a little strange!" said Ron, trying to persuade Scabbers, who was struggling wildly, to return to his bag. "He heard me say Scabbers was in my bag!”
"Oh, that's nonsense," said Hermione impatiently."Crookshanks will smell it, Ron, you think he'll-"
"That cat won't let go of Scabbers!”said Ron, ignoring the people around him, who all began to laugh. "Scabbers is here now, and he's sick!”
Bunce watched Ron stride across the common room and up the stairs to the boys 'dormitory.
Ron was still angry with Hermione the next day. He barely spoke to Hermione throughout Herbalism, even though he, Harry, Bunce, and Hermione were experimenting together.
"How's Scabbers?" said Hermione timidly as they peeled pods and threw the shiny ones into a wooden tub.
"It's hiding under my bed, it's shaking.”said Ron angrily, his hand shaking, and he missed, scattering beans all over the greenhouse floor.
"Look out, Weasley, look out!" shouted Professor Sprout as the beans burst into bloom before their eyes.
The next class was Transfiguration. Harry had made up his mind to ask Professor McGonagall after class, and though Bunce had kindly told him that it would not help, he was going to try anyway. The classroom door had not yet opened, so people formed a long line. However, there was a small disturbance in front of the team.
Lavender Brown seemed to be crying. Parvati had her arm around her shoulder and was explaining the horse to Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, both of whom looked serious.
"What is it, Lavender?" said Hermione anxiously.
"What she fears the most." Bance said.
"What?" asked Hermione, puzzled.
"She got a letter from home this morning," whispered Parvati."Her bunny Binky was killed by a fox.”
"Oh," said Hermione."I'm sorry, Lavender.”
"I should have known!" said Lavender sadly." Do you know what day it is today?”
"Oh-"
"16th October!" The thing you are afraid of will happen on October 16th!'Do you remember? She was right! She's right!"
The whole class was now gathered around Lavender. Seamus shook his head grimly. Hermione hesitated, then said,"Are you afraid Binky will be eaten by the fox?”
"Well, it doesn't have to be a fox," said Lavender, looking up at Hermione with tears in her eyes."But I'm obviously worried it's going to die, aren't I?”
"Oh." said Hermione. She paused again. And then-
"Is Binky an old rabbit?"
"No-no!" sobbed Lavender.”
"Then why are you afraid of her death?" said Hermione.
Parvati stared at her.
"Well, let's look at this logically," said Hermione, turning to the others."I mean, Binky didn't even die today, did he, Lavender only got the news today-" "-and she can't have been worrying about it all the time, so it's just a coincidence-"
"Ignore Hermione, Lavender," said Ron loudly.”
Professor McGonagall opened the classroom door at this moment, fortunately at this moment, because Hermione and Ron were glaring at each other, and when they entered the room, they sat to Harry's left and to Bunce's right, so that Bunce and Harry were sandwiched between them, and neither of them slid past the other throughout the class.
When the bell rang, Professor McGonagall called out,"Just a moment, please, you're all from my house, you're supposed to have your applications in before the holidays. If you don't hand in the form, don't go to Hogsmeade. So, don't forget!”
Neville raised his hand.
"Professor, I-I think I've lost my form-"
"Your grandmother gave it to me directly, Longbottom," said Professor McGonagall."She seemed to think it was safer that way. Alright, it was nothing. You can leave now."
Bunce ignored Ron and the others, who were cheering Harry on, and went straight to Professor McGonagall."Professor, could you tell me the password to Dumbledore's office, I want to talk to him.”
Professor McGonagall looked at him over the top of her square spectacles, as though trying to figure out why.
"Professor Dumbledore is a very busy man, if you insist. Well, the password was-raspberry jam.”said Professor McGonagall in compromise.
Harry took a deep breath and walked over.
"What now, Potter?" said Professor McGonagall impatiently.
"Professor, my aunt and uncle-er-forgot to sign my application.”he said.
"You can't go without a form, Potter.”said Professor McGonagall in a businesslike tone.
"But-Professor, my aunt and uncle-you know, they're Muggles, they don't really understand-understand Hogwarts forms and people.”said Harry, as Ron nodded in support. "If you say I can go-"
"But I won't say that." said Professor McGonagall. She stood up and put the papers on the table into the drawer. "The application form clearly states that the consent of a parent or guardian is required.”She glanced back at Bunce and then back at Harry with a very odd expression on her face. "I'm sorry, Potter, but this is my final decision. You'd better hurry up, or you'll be late for the next class.”
There was no saving it. Ron had said a lot of nasty things about Professor McGonagall, which annoyed Hermione; Hermione's look of "finally, it's all over" made Ron even angrier. The rest of the class was talking loudly and happily about what they were going to do first once they got to Hogsmeade.
"There's always going to be a feast," said Ron, trying to cheer Harry up."You know, a feast on the eve of the festival.”
"Yeah," said Harry darkly."It's great.”
"Cheer up, Harry, how about I go with you to school?”Bance said.
"Didn't anyone sign your form?”asked Ron.
"Nonsense, Ron, Bunce doesn't have any family to sign for him.”said Hermione.
"Sorry, Bunce," said Ron.
"Who says there's no one? Professor Dumbledore signed it for me.”Bangs said with a smile.
"Then why didn't you go to Hogsmeade?”said Harry, surprised.
"In order to soothe your wounded heart.”Bangs joked.
"Really?" said Harry.
"More or less." Bance said.
"What a friend." said Ron, patting Bunce on the shoulder.
Bangs woke up with the others on the morning of the eve of halloween and went downstairs for breakfast.
"We'll be back with lots of sweets from Honeydukes.”said Hermione sadly.
"Remember to bring more chocolate." Bance said.
"Brother, you have to consider my financial ability.”said Ron jokingly.
"Take it, bring more for Harry.”Bunce took a handful of Galleons from his pocket and poured them into Ron's hand.
"Are you serious? I was just joking.”said Ron.
"Remember to bring more. Don't be afraid of wasting it.”Bance said.
"Yes, a lot." said Ron. Harry and Hermione had finally forgotten their argument about Crookshanks because of his low spirits.
"Don't worry about me." Harry said casually."See you at dinner.”
Bunce and Harry accompanied them to the front hall, where Filch, the caretaker, was standing inside the gate, checking people off a long list of names, looking suspiciously at each face and slipping out anyone who should not go.
"Staying, Potter?" shouted Malfoy, who was standing in the line with Crabbe and Goyle. "Afraid of dementors?"
"Watch yourself, Malfoy, don't get kissed by the dementors.”Bangs said sarcastically.
With that, Bunce and Harry set off up the marble staircase and through the deserted corridors.
"You can go to Professor Lupin," Bangs suggested.
"What about you?" asked Harry.
"I still have something to do." Bance said.
"See you later, then." said Harry.
"See you in the common room," Bangsi said firmly.
Bunce walked all the way to where there was a lone monster in the eighth-floor corridor.
"Raspberry jam." said Bunce, and the stone gargoyle jumped aside. The wall behind it split in two, revealing a moving spiral staircase behind it. Bunce stepped up, and the staircase spiraled higher and higher until it reached Dumbledore's office door with the brass knocker.
Bangs knocked on the door.
"Please come in." Dumbledore's voice.
"How are you, Professor?" Bangs walked in and said.
"Thanks for your concern, Bunce. Do you want some jam?" said Dumbledore, who was sitting at the table and eating jam.
"No, I just ate." Bance said.
"Ah, you must know-raspberry jam, my favorite, it's wonderful. What's the matter, Bunce?" said Dumbledore, wiping his mouth.
"Of course, Professor," Bangs sat down and said. Fawkes the Phoenix was sizing him up curiously.
"Let me guess, it must be about Black.”said Dumbledore.
"Your mind is still sharp, Professor.”Bangs praised.
"Thank you, please forgive me for not being humble. Sometimes, I'm surprised by how good my brain is.”said Dumbledore, smiling.
"You're funny, Professor," Bance said.
"You're not ordinary either, Bangs.”said Dumbledore.
"Well, what do you think of Black?”asked Bangs.
"You want to ask me if I think he's a murderer like everyone else, right?”said Dumbledore, crossing his fingers.
"That's right. I want to hear what you know about him.”Bance said.
"He's not the kind of person to betray his friends.”said Dumbledore simply.
"That's what I'm saying, Pettigrew isn't dead.”said Bunce." He's the traitor.”
"But without evidence, no one will believe it. After all, an entire street witnessed the so-called truth.”said Dumbledore.
"That's why I'm here, Professor.”Bance said.
"So, what's your plan? How much are you going to tell me?" said Dumbledore, staring at Bunce.
"This is the plan. I promise I didn't miss anything.”Bance said.
"Do you like the book I gave you?”said Dumbledore, smiling.
"Not bad, Professor," Bance said. "To be honest, it's surprising that you'd give me something.”
"Your existence is even more shocking." said Dumbledore foolishly.
"Indeed, I don't deny it!" Bangs murmured.
"Look," said Ron,"we've brought you so much candy, we couldn't have brought more.”
A shower of candy fell on Harry's lap. It was late in the evening, and Ron and Hermione had just appeared in the common room. Their faces had been blown pink by the cold wind, and they looked as if they had had a good time.
"Thank you so much." Bangs said as he held the chocolate.
"How's Hogsmeade? Where have you been?" said Harry eagerly.
Just listen to it-everywhere. Deves and Banse, the magical equipment shop, Zonko's joke shop, the Three Broomsticks that served frothy butterbeer, and many other places.
"There's about two hundred owls in the post office, all sitting on shelves, all color-code, depending on how fast your letter has to go!”
"Honeydukes's got a new fudge, they're giving out free samples, there's a little here, you see-"
"We thought we saw a cannibal, really, the Three Broomsticks have all kinds of-"
"I wish I'd brought you butterbeer, it'd really warm you up-"
"Don't, I don't like to drink that.”Bangs said as he ate his chocolate.
"What are you doing here?”said Hermione anxiously.”
"No," said Harry."Lupin made me tea in his office. And then Snape came in."
He told them all about the goblet. Ron's mouth fell open.
"Has Lupin drunk it?" he panted.”
"He's not crazy. His brain is normal. You, Ron, if you keep looking like that, people might think you've gone mad.”Bangs said kindly. Ron blushed in embarrassment as a lot of people pointed at him.
Hermione checked her watch.
"Let's go downstairs, you know, dinner's in five minutes." They hurried through the portrait hole and joined the crowd, still talking about Snape.
"But if he's-you know-" Hermione lowered her voice, looking nervously around,"if he's trying to-poison Lupin-he's not going to do it in front of Harry.”
"Yes, that might be the case." said Harry, as they reached the front hall and were making their way into the Great Hall. The Great Hall was decorated with hundreds of jack-o'-lanterns, a swarm of fluttering bats, and many flame-spitting orange streamers that floated lazily beneath the ceiling like brilliant water snakes.
The food was exquisite. Even Hermione and Ron, who had eaten Honeydukes 'sweets until they were bursting, asked for a second helping of everything.
The dinner ended with entertainment provided by the ghosts of Hogwarts. Ghosts were popping up from walls and tables in a sort of procession glide; The nearly headless Nick of Gryffindor Court had successfully recreated his death.
As Bunce and the others followed the rest of the Gryffindors along the usual route to Gryffindor Tower. But when they reached the Fat Lady's portrait, they found the corridor crowded with people.
"Why isn't everyone going in?”said Ron curiously.
"Because I can't enter." Bance said.
"Why?" asked Harry.
"You'll know soon." Bance said.
"Please let me pass." Percy's voice, he came striding out of the crowd. "Why are you blocking the way here? Surely you haven't all forgotten the password-sorry, I'm the Head Boy-"
The crowd quieted down, starting from the front, so that it was like a cold wave spreading through the corridor. They heard Percy's voice say,"Somebody get Professor Dumbledore. Hurry!"
Everyone turned around, and the last person stood on tiptoe.
"What happened?" said Ginny, who had just arrived.
A moment later, Professor Dumbledore arrived and hurried over to the portrait; The Gryffindors were all huddled together to let him pass, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron pressed closer together to see what the trouble was.
"Oh dear-" Hermione exclaimed, clutching Bunce's arm.
The Fat Lady had vanished from the portrait, which had been maliciously mutilated, with bits of canvas strewn all over the floor and large pieces of canvas torn completely out of the frame.
Dumbledore gave the ruined painting a quick glance. "Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch at once and tell him to look for the Fat Lady in every painting in the castle.”
"You'll get lucky!" a hoarse voice said.
It was Peeves, the most mischievous of them all, and he was jumping over the heads of the crowd, looking very happy at the sight of destruction and sorrow, as he always did.
"What do you mean, Peeves?”said Dumbledore calmly, and Peeves 'smile faded a little. He did not dare laugh at Dumbledore. He adopted a slippery tone, which sounded better than his hoarse voice.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Principal. He didn't want to be seen. She was in a mess. He saw her run past the landscape painting on the fifth floor, sir, hiding in the trees, crying and saying something terrible.”he said happily. "Poor thing." He added, but he did not have any pity for the others.
"Did she say who did it?" asked Dumbledore quietly.
"Oh, I did, Professor." said Peeves, looking as though he were carrying a bomb in his arms. "He was very angry when she wouldn't let him in, you know.”Peeves somersaulted through the air, grinning at Dumbledore from between his legs. "He's got a nasty temper, that Sirius Black.”
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