Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

An afternoon slipped away like this.

Sur not only figured out what the monster was, but also learned from another book what creatures like the Bowtruckle loved most. Since he wanted to thank him, he had to do what he liked.

By the way, the book Soul was reading was written by Mr. Scamander.

The wizard who knows the bowtruckle best in the world---Newt Scamander says that he is second, but no one calls him first.

Foxy's eggs are Bowtruckle's favorite food... Hagrid should be able to get them, right?

It was decided that Hagrid would be asked to buy some for the next Care of Magical Creatures class.

While she was thinking about it, Hermione had already put the books and a thick stack of parchment into her satchel, and also stuffed a few books borrowed from the library.

Soul glanced at Hermione's satchel suspiciously. How much capacity could an ordinary satchel have?The thick stack of homework papers was already full, how could it possibly fit so many books, not to mention that there were definitely other books in Hermione's satchel.

Hermione noticed Soul's eyes, she stretched out her hand to cover her eyes guiltily, and tilted her body.

Well, it was originally suspected, but now it's confirmed, Hermione definitely secretly used magic on her satchel.

Well, the Seamless Stretching Curse will definitely not be a problem for Hermione, who is known as Gryffindor's little genius.

Sol did not expose the little girl. After stuffing the books back into the bookshelf, he and Hermione walked out of the library to the auditorium side by side. Dinner should have been prepared.

The entire auditorium was buzzing with discussion. The impending Hogsmeade week had become even more heated after a day of fermentation. The voices of young wizards discussing were everywhere.

The seniors in fifth and seventh grade are no exception. They each have to take their own wizard level exams this school year. I heard that the professors have given them a lot of homework, and they seem to be overwhelmed.

When passing by the Ravenclaw table, Soul heard the Ravenclaw prefect loudly 'plotting' with his friends to go to the Three Broomsticks Bar to see Madam Rosmerta. The charm of the 'young woman' was really killing everyone. Boys in grades seven through three.

It's true... Ravenclaw itself is the house with the highest concentration of witches in Hogwarts. They guard their own golden mountain without knowing it, and they go outside to watch...

Is this what is called, what is invisible is always turbulent?Or does distance produce beauty?At least Suer didn't think Mrs. Rosmerta was that beautiful, at most she was charming.

While complaining in his heart, Soul turned his head and glanced at Hermione, and nodded confidently. His Hermione was still more beautiful. She was still a girl now, but she would eventually mature...

The development game is the most interesting.

Hermione was a little confused by his eyes. She couldn't help but tilt her head. A small question mark appeared above her head. She raised her hand and touched her face. Was there something dirty on her face?

Soul, who saw Hermione's cute behavior, couldn't help shouting in his heart:

AWSL! ! !

No matter which long table there was, there was a lively discussion about Hogsmeade. Except for Harry at the Gryffindor table, anyone could see that he looked deflated and frustrated. His whole person had changed. It became obviously grayish white.

"You will definitely be able to go next time. I will bring you some delicious food from Hogsmeade." Ron comforted Harry next to him.

"McGonagall doesn't show any kindness at all. She clearly knows about your special situation, but she uses school rules as an excuse."

When Soul and the others sat down, Harry spoke, his voice full of frustration.

"Stop it, Ron, I understand why Professor McGonagall doesn't let me out."

Hermione patted Soul, and Soul knew what she wanted to say, so he thoughtfully said it for Hermione.

"It's too dangerous outside. Professor McGonagall is doing this for your own good."

"Having said that, I still want to go to Hogsmeade with you." Harry lowered his head.

"Blake tried his best to find me, so..."

"Black is not a fool." Ron said, "Hogs Modry is full of wizards. It is impossible for him to go there and act rashly. Otherwise, why don't you ask Professor Dumbledore?"

"Maybe you can try." Harry's eyes lit up, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

"How's Scabbers doing? Ron." After the topic of Hogsmeade ended, Soul immediately asked, "Is it awake?"

"I woke up in the afternoon." Ron said happily, "You were a big help. I locked Scabbers in Harry's birdcage and put enough food. The first thing he did when he woke up was to eat. I haven’t seen it taste so delicious in a long time.”

"That's good." Suer nodded.

"When we go to Hogsmeade, if you want to eat or buy anything, you can come to me and I will pay." Ron grinned and made a bold promise.

Okay, the topic is back to Hogsmeade...

However, this time Harry had some hope and was not so depressed. Instead, he and Ron discussed interesting things about Hogsmeade.

Harry hoped that Dumbledore would sign the permission form for him, and he would definitely do so. Principal Dumbledore was a very good person, with a good personality and easy to talk to.

The scene changed to the lounge where Gryffindor Tower was located.

Hedwig's birdcage was placed quietly on the windowsill of Harry's dormitory. Through the window was the Black Lake, the Forbidden Forest, and a corner of the castle. The scenery was superb.

Banban was busy cooking in the food bowl. He hadn't eaten well recently, and he had slept all day and night. The whole rat's nerves were protesting and in need of energy.

It wasn't until the food stuck in his throat that Banban stopped eating. He drank a lot of water from the water basin and completely filled the gaps in the stack of food.

It showed a relaxed expression and lay lazily on the thick cushion Ron had prepared for it, looking out the window with wandering eyes.

These days, it’s hard to change the gods...

Lying down, Scabbers suddenly turned over and tried to look at the calendar beside Neville's bed. The clear, bright red Sunday stimulated its memory.

Today is already Sunday... No, why is it Sunday? ? !

It clearly remembered that today should be Saturday!

But no matter how Banban recalled it, the memory between Saturday and Sunday seemed to have been dug up. He couldn't remember it, and a silent panic surged into Banban's heart and soul.

what happened? ?

What happened during the lost day and night? !

This is all thanks to the few drops of life-and-death water that Suer asked Ron to feed to Scabbers, which contained a little diluted venom of the Winged Demon---

This is a natural amnesia potion. If a man loses that thing without knowing it, it is imaginable what kind of crazy behavior he can do. Sur does not want to be chased and bitten by a mouse.

As for whether Banban will turn back into human form and chase him in the castle with a wand?

But don't forget, Dumbledore's informants are everywhere here. People who have been dead for ten years suddenly appear. There is no hiding what story there is.

To be honest, Sur had expected whether Peter Pettigrew would go crazy and return to his human form after learning about this incident. This would also give Sur high a look, a little bloody, thumbs up.jpg

But the fact is that Suer must be disappointed. The moment Banban realized that his memory had disappeared, he immediately chose to check his body. The fact that a part was missing was naturally noticed by it.

The first thing that rushed into Banban's heart was extreme humiliation, followed by anger.

who is it!who is it!who is it!A high-pitched scream echoed in Harry's dormitory. If someone opened the dormitory door now, they would hear a fierce banging sound against the cage.

But at this time, everyone was eating in the auditorium, and Banban could only go crazy alone in the cage. He wanted to change back to human form immediately and wreak havoc, but he didn't dare.

Reason tells it that as long as it changes back to its original shape, what will greet him next second will be...

Therefore, Banban, after knocking himself so dizzy, could only try to accept this unacceptable result...

Running Merlin... I took a nap... Why did I become a eunuch?