Together [HP]

As Christmas was approaching, Jacqueline and Pansy also received letters from their father one after another.Apparently the school told her parents what happened on Halloween, because in the letter James strongly urged Jacqueline to consider changing her surname to Harris.As for the information that Pansy's father sent over, in Jacqueline's original words: "It's so boring."

"I really feel sorry for those people," Draco said during a Potions class.Malfoy said, "They had to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because the family didn't want them." He looked at Harry as he said this, and Harry was busy with his own work and ignored him.Jacqueline looked at Malfoy, shook her head, and packed her things.Every time Christmas approaches, her mood will become extremely bad.

When Jacqueline left the dungeon, she found that the front corridor was completely blocked by a large fir tree.Seeing the two big feet protruding from the bottom of the tree, and hearing the loud wheezing and wheezing, she knew that there must be a sea squirrel behind the tree.She stood aside. Normally, Jacqueline would have asked him if he needed help, but right now, Jacqueline just wanted to be alone.

"Hey, Hagrid, need help?" Ron asked from behind her, poking his head through the branches.

"No, I can do it, thank you, Ron."

"Can you get out of the way, out of the way?" Then came Malfoy's cold, drawl voice. "Do you want to earn some pocket money, Weasley, I guess, you probably want to guard the hunting grounds after graduating from Hogwarts, right? Hagrid's hut must be similar to your old home." a palace!"

After hearing Malfoy's sarcasm, Jacqueline rolled her eyes, turned and walked towards the library.

Walking into the usually deserted library, Jacqueline was surprised to see that it was full of people.

Seriously, do you guys have to read books before Christmas?

Jacqueline shook her head and found the quietest place to sit, not realizing she was on the edge of the Restricted Section.

"What are you looking for, kid?" Mrs. Pince, the administrator, came over.

"Nothing," Jacqueline replied.

Mrs. Pince, the librarian, waved a feather duster at her.

"Then you'd better get out. Come on, get out!"

Jacqueline had to leave the library. Is there really no place for her to be quiet?

"Hey, Jacqueline." Pansy ran out of nowhere, pulling her suitcase, "Jacqueline, do you want to stay?"

"I have to, definitely, it's impossible to stay." Jacqueline sighed. Every Christmas holiday is the hardest for her, especially New Year's Day.

"What about your luggage?" Pansy asked.

"I've already sorted it out. Just when I was about to go to the restaurant for lunch, I ran into Malfoy and Harry, went to the library, and was kicked out by Mrs. Pince again."

"Then you can go to the restaurant now." Pansy hugged Jacqueline, "because Malfoy was just picked up by his father."

"It's really nice to hear and see." Jacqueline curled her lips.

"Merry Christmas, Jacqueline." Pansy waved to Jacqueline and walked towards the door.

"Not happy at all." Jacqueline shook her head and walked into the restaurant.

"You can also ask your parents if they know about Flamel." Jacqueline heard Ron say this as she passed the long table in Gryffindor, "It's safe to ask them. "

So, are they still struggling with this Nicolo May?

"Very safe, because they're both dentists," said Hermione, standing up, a box beside her.

"Hey, Jacqueline." Hermione went straight to the Slytherin table and sat next to Jacqueline.

"You realize this is Slytherin's dining table?" Jacqueline put down her knife and fork, raising her eyebrows.

"I know."

"And you're a Gryffindor?"

"Is there a problem?" Hermione asked back.

"No." Jacqueline waved her hand and picked up the knife and fork again.

"Jacqueline, can I trouble you to check Nicolume for me?"

Jacqueline concentrated on eating.

"Harry and I searched for a long time, but they couldn't find it. Maybe you know more? I mean, you are a pure-blood wizard. Your parents are wizards, and, besides, from Slytherin."

Jacqueline put down her knife and fork when she heard the last sentence, and turned to look at Hermione.

"Of course, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with being from Slytherin." Hermione quickly explained, "It's just that maybe they know more..."

"Something you white wizards don't know, do you?" Jacqueline snorted, and Hermione's face began to flush. "My father was a Gryffindor. Also, don't think all Slytherins are Dark wizards."

"That's not what I meant." Hermione cleared her throat. "It's just, can you help me?"

"Is there anything good for me?" Jacqueline asked.

"I thought we were friends."

"I thought I was in Slytherin."

"Jacqueline, please."

"He is a famous alchemist." Jacqueline picked up the knife and fork again.

"Alchemist?" Hermione asked back, "But Harry and I searched all the famous wizards in recent years, but we couldn't find him."

"He shouldn't be in recent years." Jacqueline sighed.

"Do you know how old he is?" Hermione pressed.

"I don't know." Jacqueline shook her head. "But definitely older than Headmaster Dumbledore, the last time I saw him, his beard could have mopped the floor."

"You've seen him!" Hermione whispered.

"He's been to my house a few times." Jacqueline began to cut the steak. "Can I eat, Miss Know-it-All?"

"Thank you, Jacqueline." Without warning, Hermione hugged Jacqueline again, "Merry Christmas, Jacqueline."

That being said, you won't be happy at all.

Jacqueline dragged her luggage listlessly and boarded the train back to the normal world. Outside the station, a tall man with short black hair was already waiting there.

"Uncle Harold," Jacqueline said, hugging him and getting into the car.

"Jacqueline, how is school?" Harold turned around and asked after driving the car to a secluded alleyway and pressing the button to make the car disappear.

"It's interesting," Jacqueline tried to cheer up. "I was sorted into Slytherin and met some friends. The teachers there are also very good."

"That's good, that's good." Harold nodded, "Is your History of Magic Professor still Professor Spence?"

"Oh, his hypnotic tone." Jacqueline shook her head. "It's not as fast as I can read a book."

"I felt the same way back then."

Harold smiled and parked the car in front of the house. Jacqueline got out of the car, took her luggage, said goodbye to Harold, and just knocked on the door when Norm opened it.

"My little master." Noam threw himself on Jacqueline's lap, "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too, Norm." Jacqueline bent down and hugged Norm, "Can you help me put my luggage in my room? I want to visit my mother first."

"Oh, the little master wouldn't want to do this." Noam shook his head quickly, "Mistress, because the little master is here..."

"Nom," before Noam finished speaking, Yuna's roar came from the basement, "Let Jacqueline come down immediately."

Noam curled his lips, his big eyes twinkled, and said silently, "Little master, good luck." After that, he disappeared happily.

Jacqueline flattened her mouth, she knew that her mother didn't send a letter to scold her, she just scolded her face to face.However, when Jacqueline went down to the basement and saw her grandparents sitting there, she felt that things were a little big.

"Jacqueline Graham!" Yuna yelled sharply, "You dared to fight the trolls in less than a month since school started, and next year, are you going to find the Dark Lord!"

"Mom, I..."

"Shut up." Yuna snorted, "Do you think that the Graham family didn't die enough? Do you think that what they did back then was to let you squander your life like this?"

"Mom, I'm really not..." Jacqueline felt that she had to explain, otherwise she would most likely be locked in this dark basement this holiday, helping her mother with experiments.

"You're in Slytherin, Jacqueline! You'd better think before you do anything. You're not one of those stupid Gryffindors who can only act and not think."

"But..."

"You are grounded for this holiday." Yuna snorted, "Although your father wants to take you to Madrid. But before that, you are not allowed to take this home immediately, one step! Now, cut all the raw materials on my table Okay." After Yuna finished speaking, she disappeared immediately.

"You really shouldn't do this." Arthur said, "Also, I'm curious how you dealt with that giant monster alone."

"I cast a levitation spell," Jacqueline explained, "and, not like the school said, I went to find Hermione specifically. It's just that I happened to be in the bathroom with her at the time, and Hermione came to help me." Lied to get out of trouble."

"Is Hermione the girl from the Muggle family that you often mentioned in your letters and your mother always talked about?" Jacqueline's grandmother, Gina, asked softly.

"Yes, grandma."

"Sounds like a smart kid." Gina smiled. "A first-year kid can cast the Levitation Charm at such a critical time." Gina nodded to Arthur, "We are proud of you."

"I don't know, grandma." Jacqueline pursed her chin, "My mind was blank at the time, it was just subconscious..."

"It's instinct." Arthur nodded, "As Gina said, we are all proud of you. Although," Arthur paused, "we don't want something like this to make us proud happen again .”

"I see, grandpa."

"In this case, I want to go to the library, you should start cutting these things." Arthur nodded towards the neatly placed materials on the wooden table, "Your mother won't cut it until you finish cutting it." Let you go."

"I'm pretty sure of that." Jacqueline smiled wryly. "By the way, Grandpa, do you know what Grandpa Nicolome hid in our school?"

"Nicolum?" Arthur stopped and turned to look at Jacqueline. "If it's him, it should be the Philosopher's Stone that he values ​​very much."

"The Philosopher's Stone that can make people live forever?" Jacqueline picked up the knife on the table and said to herself while cutting the material, "I see."