Chapter 20 Hermione: I Think You Are Wearing Pants (Please Read and Vote)

Chapter 20 Hermione: I think you are wearing pants (please read it~please vote~)

Harry hesitated and continued to look through the hat, especially the lining.

The Sorting Hat twisted and roared: "I am very clean. I have never been as clean as I am now in this thousand years, both inside and outside!"

"Put me on quickly!"

"You were the one who threw me at the bathroom door. Why do you dislike me now?"

Harry reluctantly put on his hat.

"You are really outstanding." The Sorting Hat couldn't wait and whispered in his ear, "And you are also very courageous. You stand up for your friends. Ah, what a worthy thing to praise."

"I had to figure out how to make it into a song."

"Stop talking nonsense and get down to business." Harry rolled his eyes.

"It's really boring. Gryffindors really like to hear me sing." The Sorting Hat sighed, "Okay, let's get down to business."

"I originally planned to wait until you were at least in third grade before telling you about the trial."

"But you have proven yourself now. You are courageous but not reckless, determined but not too shrewd. The strong do not draw their swords against the weak. This is Gryffindor's philosophy."

"And you succeeded, first grade, alone, killing a giant monster..."

"Just say it." Harry weakly interrupted again.

The Sorting Hat muttered: "I'm just complimenting you, you impatient little wizard."

"The first of the Gryffindor trials."

"You need to enter the Slytherin common room and take the portrait of Slytherin - the content of the second trial is on the back of the portrait."

Harry's face turned a little green.

"Isn't it a surprise?" the Sorting Hat joked, "This is really a genius idea."

"Who would have thought that Gryffindor would arrange the test of his successor in the common room of Slytherin, the house founded by the person who hates him the most?"

Harry rubbed his face fiercely: "This is really a difficult problem."

"Yes." The Sorting Hat nodded its tip, "Gryffindor said that courage is not a very rare quality, but courage without brains is recklessness."

“But it’s often more difficult for smart people to have courage.”

Harry agreed with this statement.

Smart people... know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. They may not lack courage, but their rationality tells them to stop losses in time.

"How to enter the Slytherin common room, you need to use your brain. Let me tell you, Slytherin is probably the most exclusive..." the Sorting Hat continued.

Harry took off his hat expressionlessly.

Ron looked at Harry longingly: "What is the content of the trial?"

He paused: "Can you let me know?"

"Impolite brat, I haven't even finished my words yet," shouted the Sorting Hat.

Harry poked it and said, "You are too verbose. Have you been in the office for a long time with no one to talk to, so you have a strong desire to talk?"

Before the Sorting Hat could reply, Ron poked him again: "So, can I know the content of the trial?"

"I can only tell qualified people about the trial content." The Sorting Hat shook his head, "But I can't control what the successor thinks. I'm just a hat."

Ron understood, turned his head, and looked at Harry longingly.

"I only know the first item now." Harry had no taboos. It would be beneficial for him to have one more person know about this kind of thing and have another perspective. "I have to find a way to get into the Slytherin common room."

Ron was startled and looked at the hat in disbelief.

What is this test?

"Then do you have any ideas now?" He frowned and thought for a long time, but couldn't find a way. He turned to look at the man who had taken off his clothes, picked up a change of new clothes, and was about to go to the bathroom. profit.

Harry shook his head: "My current idea is to take a shower. Do you want to come together?"

Ron was startled: "Don't you want to know about the trial?"

"It's seven years." Harry shook his head. "There's no rush for this. I'll go see Hermione tomorrow and discuss it together. I'm too tired today."

"Oh, do you still need to tell her about this?" Ron was stunned, feeling a little sour in his heart - it's not that kind of emotional jealousy, it's just the only close friend of the savior. Now that he has become the only one, there is no such specialness. .

Harry nodded: "Of course, she is very smart."

"I think I can help you enough." Ron muttered.

Harry sighed: "I don't know who it is today. I asked him to bring the professor over, but he even forgot what I told him."

Ron blushed and said in a pleading tone, "Oh, no, Harry."

"Don't want to take a shower? Then I'll go alone." Harry shook the clothes in his hand.

Ron rummaged through the boxes: "Wait, I'll go too."

They went down to the fifth floor, where the bathroom was. It was too late and there were not many people. It was a relatively quiet environment and Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he soaked in the warm hot water.

So much happened today.

Even though he was a demon hunter, he was only eleven years old after all, so he was still a little exhausted mentally and physically.

What worried him the most was the curse of love.

Harry was in a daze. In the past six months, until today's conversation with Dumbledore, he had a solid sense of belonging that he was indeed a part of this world.

Parents?

Witchers don't have that kind of thing.

Harry soaked himself in the pool and puffed out bubbles. Ron began to worry about whether he was drowning, so he struggled to get his head out.

After washing, I went back and fell asleep immediately as soon as my head hit the pillow.

There is no holiday for Halloween, there are classes the next day - Potions on Friday.

Snape, who was rare, did not take Harry too seriously and only lightly deducted five points.

Wait until the course is over.

They headed to the school infirmary on the second floor, ready to visit Hermione. When passing Professor McGonagall's office, Harry stopped and asked Ron to wait for him.

After entering, he came out immediately after a short while.

"What's wrong?" Ron returned the bag to Harry.

Harry said in a relaxed tone: "I went to receive confinement, this time it's only for half a month."

Ron's voice couldn't help but get louder: "You just ended it last time!"

"And you saved Hermione, Professor McGonagall will give you..."

Harry waved his hand: "Keep your voice down, you are protecting me - Professor Snape was here yesterday, and you heard it. He wanted to confine me."

Ron bit his lip and let out a loud tut: "I knew Professor Snape was definitely not a good person."

Harry didn't argue with him.

Arrive at the school doctor's office soon.

Madam Pomfrey was busy. When she saw Harry and the others coming in, she immediately put down her things and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong with you two?"

"No, we're here to visit Hermione Granger," Harry replied.

Madam Pomfrey frowned a little: "That's inside."

She walked forward and led the way.

"How is Hermione's injury?" Harry asked.

Madam Pomfrey said: "Lie down for one more day and you can go back on Saturday night. Her injuries are not affected by magic and can be easily treated."

As she said that, she opened the curtain and said, "Miss Granger, someone has come to visit you."

Hermione, who was half sitting on the bed, was startled and turned her head to look over: "Harry, Ron, are you here?"

"Sorry." Harry said expressionlessly, "Yesterday..."

Hermione shook her head: "It's me who should be sorry. If it hadn't been for you, the troll's stick might have killed me. It was you who saved me."

"Look at your expression." Harry looked back, pulled the stool over and sat down, "You didn't sleep all night last night. Does it hurt?"

Hermione shook her head. She was indeed very haggard, with dark yellow skin and dark circles under her eyes: "I was just thinking about something."

"Another ten points were deducted from Gryffindor because of me."

Harry raised an eyebrow: "Didn't Professor McGonagall add another twenty points later?"

"The twenty points are yours." Hermione emphasized, "It has nothing to do with me."

Ron silently added: "Not only will the points be deducted, but there will also be half a month of confinement."

Hermione was shocked and took a breath: "Another half month of confinement?"

"Yes, just now, when I passed by Professor McGonagall's office." Ron added.

Hermione's face looked even more guilty: "I'm sorry, Harry..."

"There's nothing to be sorry for." Harry shook his head, "If it were you, would you be willing to save me at that time?"

Hermione nodded firmly: "Of course."

Harry spread his hands and said, "Isn't that great?"

Hermione lowered her head. This was not the only thing she was troubled about.

Harry glanced at Ron: "Don't you have anything else to say to Hermione?"

Ron was stunned and clenched his fists.

Harry raised his hand and patted the back of his head gently: "Speak quickly."

Ron hemmed and hawed - he had been typing all day yesterday, but after sleeping, he had forgotten all about it, so he could only say dryly: "Yes... I'm sorry, Hermione, I shouldn't have said such harsh words yesterday. "

Hermione shook her head: "No, you are right."

"is my problem."

Speaking of this, she paused and her voice was choked: "It's just that I still can't understand it. After all, it's the school's rule."

Harry waved his wand, and the handkerchief on the bedside table flew out and fell into Hermione's hands: "Rules are dead, people are alive."

"If you violate school rules, the punishment you get is just a deduction of points."

Ron added: "And maybe confinement."

Harry rolled his eyes at him and continued: "This shows that at Hogwarts, school rules are only a very light restriction. When you want to do something extraordinary, they are used to remind you whether you have the courage and ability to do something extraordinary." I didn’t think well enough to bear the consequences of this matter.”

"It represents the House in a way, Hermione, but it's not the most important thing."

Hermione was stunned for a moment.

Harry's tone was gentle, "The most important thing is not the rules and regulations, but the connection between people."

When these words came out of his mouth, he himself felt a little ridiculous.

Witchers are emotionless monsters.

The look in Hermione's eyes gradually became firm: "Thank you, Harry, I think I understand."

Harry nodded, clapped his hands, and calmed down his expression: "Let's talk about the next thing. Yesterday, the Sorting Hat told me about the trial. The first level is to enter the Slytherin lounge and take away something. , do you have any ideas?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, with a flustered expression on her face, and was a little caught off guard: "Oh... let me think about it."

Just now he was speaking so warmly and comfortingly.

Now I suddenly brought up such a pragmatic topic.

Coupled with the fact that she was lying on the bed - Hermione suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, looking at Harry, neatly wearing pants.

I hope you will support me a lot.

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