"Ron! I promised you the thing you told me this morning!"

In the evening of that day, just after finishing a full day of classes, Neville hurriedly found Ron. Because the last lesson today was herbalism, during the entire two-hour class, everyone was digging and digging pits to bury the plants, so tired that both legs trembled.

No way, the arms don't count very much, just standing for too long.

Ron didn't know where Neville's strength came from. Although the boy's grades in herbal medicine class have been surprisingly good, but it has nothing to do with physical strength?

He looked up and down Neville's body, and after a while he had to admit it-the short, fat pier, which now belongs to the tallest group in their entire grade.

"Promised?" Ron couldn't help but be curious, "Why? I remember when I asked you in the morning, you looked reluctant?"

"I ... is it so obvious?" Neville suddenly gave an embarrassed expression. "I'm sorry, Ron ... but this time I'm serious, I've decided!"

"Oh, really?"

Although no reason was asked, since Neville was willing to help, it couldn't be better. To be honest, after that he thought about asking someone else, but after thinking about it, he couldn't figure out who to look for.

The big problem he encountered this time is really not what ordinary friends can make him feel relieved!

"You promised, that would be great!" Ron grabbed Neville's hand and shook it up and down, "Thank you! I thank you on behalf of our family!"

"Family?" Neville couldn't help but hesitated. "Uh ... no, thank you, I also have my reasons ..."

"Anyway, thank you." Ron said happily. "Neville, you're really going to do me a favor this time! My dear, the half can of honey left on my bed. All the sugar is yours! "

"Oh, that's great ..."

Neville paused, and suddenly felt that the impulse in his heart was gradually disappearing, but was replaced by a guilty conscience.

"But ... do you think I can really do it?" He was not confident again.

"It's okay, absolutely no problem!" Ron stretched out his arm and caught Neville's back, whispering quietly, "I'll tell you some key points in a while, and you will do as I say. ! "

Just then, Harry, who had just been left in the greenhouse to pack his tools, trot to catch up with Ron and Neville. He looked at them dumbfounded, wondering what they were talking about, and immediately became curious.

"What are you talking about?"

Facing the enquiries of the good guys, Ron didn't tell him directly this time. He knew that Harry was busy this Valentine's Day, and he didn't want to distract himself from this good friend.

"No, it's nothing, just some things for tomorrow." Ron shrugged. "Harry, how's your side? Is it too late?"

"Hey, I don't know!" Harry was discouraged as soon as Ron asked about this. "You saw it, too, and I went to the next classroom for the last lesson today. The assignments from the class ... But I'm obviously so hard, but the amount of assignments doesn't seem to decrease at all! "

"It must be less, but you haven't had time to finish the homework for each class." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him. "I did some, but you didn't do it More ... Rest assured, go on like this, you should be able to finish more than half of it tonight! The rest will be too late to do it tomorrow night! "

"Hope so!" Harry sighed in frustration.

After Ron's interruption, he really forgot the question in his mind. Ron and Neville exchanged a wink, and the latter nodded his head slightly. It should be a while to listen to Ron tell about his so-called "key point".

On the other side, Hermione was holding her herbal medicine books, walking and watching alone, as if she was working hard as usual. But in fact, just looking at the book in her hand and not turning the pages from just now, she knew that her attention had obviously been put elsewhere.

The sun was slowly setting, and the golden afterglow spread from the western hills, covering everyone's shoulders. Hermione's face was hidden in the shadow of her head, and it looked a little fuzzy.

...

Early the next morning, I don't know which professor was stimulated. A red ribbon hung on the wall of Hogwarts' corridor. Heart-shaped soap bubbles scurrying around the corridor, and when they touch the ground, they will split into two sounds.

In fact, there are already a lot of bubbles with colorful halo flying out of the window hole in the constant collision, and flew to the vast sky.

Today is a sunny day. The sun just out of the mountain has radiated a lot of light and heat, and the temperature seems to have risen a bit. The winter Ling Ling cold wind has already bid farewell to the little wizards, and the rise in temperature is a silent reminder that it is time to change into spring and summer clothes.

"Neville, come with me, we should get ready!"

In the early morning, Ron, who always had a hard time getting up from bed, had dragged Neville out of the bedroom. After doing his homework last night, Harry heard the sound of their departure and couldn't help but open the sourness. What they saw was just the back view when they went out.

"Ha-- so early?" Harry gave a big yawn, rubbed his eyes and sat up weakly, a pair of sleepy eyes still half-squinted and pulling his eyelids, apparently not enough sleep.

But no matter how sleepy, he knew he had to get up, because he had to go to the common room earlier to wait for Ginny to show up.

For appointments, of course, as a responsible boy, he must first go to the place, and he still understands this point.

After hurriedly packing himself, Harry unrolled his money bag from his suitcase-thanks to his father who left him a large sum of gold gallon, otherwise, he was afraid of being a girl he liked and liked It will be difficult to make appointments together.

"Where have Ron and Neville gone?"

As he left the bedroom, Harry couldn't help but stare at Ron's messy bed carefully and then walked up the stairs with doubts ...

Compared with the boy's uncle, the girls are much more diligent. Although all the rooms in Hogwarts will be cleaned and cleaned by house elves one by one, after all, bedding is also a personal living thing. You have to do it yourself every morning when you make a bed.

Well, not all of them! Laziness is often a common trait, and girls 'dormitories may not be better than boys' dormitories. In this regard alone, the call for equality between men and women seems to be quite fully reflected.

But at least, our Miss Granger is a girl who pays great attention to the cultivation of good habits.

Right now, Hermione had just sorted out her bed and was combing her head carefully. Yes, she is combing her hair very seriously!

You know, Hermione's disheveled brown is famous for her age. In the past, she had paid careful attention to her image of a girl for a while and cleaned her head. It was during that time that one of the things she mentioned to Ron and Harry was still widely circulated at Gryffindor College.

It is said that her mess can't be overcome without magic!

After straightening out every piece of her silk, Hermione carefully picked up a small glass bottle with a nozzle from the table, and then began to spray it on her head with great boldness.

No way, even this excellent "smoothing agent" needs a large amount to make her head as smooth and shiny as a ponytail, and she must comb her head before using it. Only OK.

When those faint red sprays gradually soaked her head completely, with a green smoke spreading out, her matted brown long brown really began to stretch slowly and flatten. After a while, she picked up the comb and combed it again, pulling out a shape in the mirror.

By the time she had completely cleared her head, the sun had completely risen into the sky.

"Oh ... this is the last time, and this timeless stupid thing will never be done again!" Hermione looked at the herself in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction first, and then began to complain secretly.

Compared with Hermione's terrible head, changing a beautiful dress is obviously much simpler. She was not the kind of girl who would spend an hour or two choosing clothes, and soon, she smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes with a curse, and then went briskly to the common room.

"Hermione, is this a date?"

After she left the bedroom ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ a few roommates couldn't help talking about it. For them, Hermione's behavior was so strange. This is the first time she has seen her looking into the mirror for an hour since she gave up tidying her head!

"That's okay!" The other girl grinned, "I just don't know who the guy who can make Hermione so much effort ..."

"Are our Professor McLean coming back today?"

As the girls talked and laughed, the sunlight outside the window gradually fell on Hermione's desk, which also illuminated the bottle of "smoothing agent" she had left on the table. On the bottle of this bottle, the silhouette of a founder in that product label is very familiar.

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