The Christmas holiday began, and Fred and George went home to celebrate the festival. To put them in their opinion, this is the time to leave the book and celebrate the festival well.

In the quiet Glenfindo saloon, Harry found it difficult not to care about the mouse Peter became, lured by the scent of food, and abnormally poked his head out of Ron's pocket, sniffing the scent of the air,

"What's going on, Harry?" Ron asked in confusion, "You've been watching the spots today?"

"Oh, nothing," Harry shook his head quickly, he lied, "I'm just thinking about Buckbeck, you know, they eat insects or small mammals...."

"Hey--" Ron shouted dissatisfiedly, but he asked in confusion, "Why are you suddenly so interested in the conservation of magical creatures?"

"When it comes to Buckbeck, is there any news about the official notice of the Ministry of Magic about this?" Lawrence said this, giving Harry a warning look, and Crook Hill also made a "snoring" cry.

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"Oh, Harry, I haven't finished reading this book yet," said Hermione hesitantly.

"It's great, let's go," Ron said, "so as not to think that this stupid cat might be hit again."

"It's not like this in Mount Crucker-" Hermione protested, but she closed the book and left the Glenfindo saloon with Harry and Ron.

"It's time for us to leave, Crook Hill." Lawrence grabbed his backpack and said in a brisk tone.

"Meow--" Crook Mountain made a rare cat moan. One person and one cat left the Glenfindo saloon and walked towards the fourth floor. In front of the hunchback statue of the one-eyed old woman, Snape was already waiting for him,

"You're late." Snape said with a cold face, throwing a kettle to Lawrence, "I think you know how to use it?"

"Oh, of course." Lawrence said, seeing Snape still staying there, he deliberately asked, "What? Are you going with me?"

"Hmph, I hope your guess is wrong," Snape said maliciously, turning around and leaving, "I hope you can still have a little finger left so that we can collect the body."

"Left and left." After confirming that Snape was gone, Lawrence knocked the statue with his wand. Its protruding back opened a small passage. Crook Hill jumped in first, and Lawrence also climbed in. He lit up the wand and walked forward along the wet and cold tunnel for a long time. They arrived in front of an old staircase and climbed up the stairs until the end of the stairs, covered by wooden boards.

"Do you think what Snape gave me work?" Lawrence asked Crook Hill, throwing the last material into the kettle, tilting his head to drink, feeling the change in his body stopped, he groping and opening his backpack, unable to help complaining, "It's such a troublesome thing."

The next day, Lawrence and Harry got up early, and they were having breakfast in the empty hall,

"I didn't meet him," Lawrence said. "It's time to spread the news, and it's not realistic to expect to meet him."

"Okay, I hope this method works," said Harry.

"How did you go to Hagrid's house yesterday?" Lawrence asked.

"So bad," Harry said. "Hagir is fine, but Buckbeck is going to attend the hearing of the Dangerous Biology Commission."

"So what are you going to do?" Lawrence asked, when Hermione and Ron appeared at the entrance of the hall.

"We are planning to check the information in the library today." Harry replied, "Are you going today?"

"Of course, I'm leaving," said Lawrence, grabbing his backpack and standing up and leaving, "Come on."

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On Christmas Day, when Lawrence hurried to the restaurant, he found that teachers and students were all surrounding a dining table, and Sibil. Trelawney was slowly slugging beside her seat and was reluctant to sit down.

"Thanks Merlin, Lawrence," Dumbledore smiled, and he waved his wand to turn a chair again, "so that we have fourteen people, Sybil."

"Sit down, Sybil," Professor McGonagall said coldly. As everyone knows, she doesn't appreciate the subject of divination. "The ham is about to get cold."

When they had enough food and drink, they got up and walked out of the restaurant. Harry finally couldn't wait to tell Lawrence the gift they received.

"I received a rocket crossbow for Christmas" Harry was very excited,

"This is the best broom in the world." Ron said enviously.

They spoke the clearance and climbed into the exposed entrance of the portrait. Harry and Ron took the rocket crossbow to the saloon. They sat there and admired the broom from different angles until the portrait opened again, and Hermione and Professor McGonagall appeared in the saloon.

"Miss Granger told me that you received a new broom, Potter." Professor McGonagall stared at the rocket crossbow and said, Harry and Ron were both looking at Hermione, which made Hermione blush.

"I think I have to look at it," Professor McGonagall asked a question while picking up the rocket crossbow, "No note? Card? or any message?"

"No-" Harry said uneasyly,

"Then I think I might have to take him away, Porter." Professor McGonagall said in his official business,

"What, professor?" Harry was startled.

"I have to take it back and check it out," said Professor McGonagall. "Of course, I'm not an expert. I'll ask Mrs. Hoqi and Professor Flivie to take apart."

"Tear apart?" Ron stared at Professor McGonagall in disbelief, as if she was crazy,

"The professor and I both think it's probably given by Black-" Hermione said, but her face was still very red. "You think so, Lawrence?"

"But professor, what you should know-" Harry said blankly,

"Yeah--" Lawrence kicked Harry at the bottom of the table.

"Oh, Potter, of course I know how important this is to our college's Quidditch game." Professor McGonagall interrupted Harry and gave Harry a stern look, "This is just a necessary check."

"Oh, yes professor, this is very important for our Quidditch game," Harry came to his senses. He almost said he was slacking off just now, and he quickly remedyed it, "I think it's okay--"

"You can't be sure, Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "Unless you use it to fly over, it's impossible. If we confirm that it's not dangerous, I'll give it back to you."

Professor McGonagall turned his heels and left the saloon with a rocket crossbow. When the "touch" of the portrait sounded, Harry and Ron woke up as if they were dreaming.

"What did you do?" Ron yelled at Hermione.

"I just said that Professor McGonagall and I both thought it was probably given by Black." Hermione stood up to face Ron with a red face. She turned around and asked again, "You think so too, right, Lawrence?"

"Don't involve me in your argument," Lawrence rolled his eyes.

"Hey--" Ron shouted like victory,

"But I think it's possible," Lawrence said, which made Ron's shouting come to an abrupt end, and Lawrence turned to Harry again, "But you must also understand that this is just in case, Harry."

Harry nodded silently, looking at Hermione who left like a victory. He wanted to tell Hermione everything so that she could know that what she was thinking was incorrect. At this time, Harry suddenly realized how difficult it was to have such a secret that had to be kept in his heart.

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The holiday ended, and when the semester began, strange rumors began to circulate in the school. Some students saw Harry in the village of Hogsmeade during the holiday. Potter, and well-known, Harry. Porter did not get permission to go there, (Note 1)

Of course, the announcements issued by Mrs. Pins and several professors in the library proved that Harry was. After Porter did not leave the school, this dispelled many people's doubts, but some people also objected to it, Decora. Malfoy claimed in the hall more than once that Harry was Dumbledore's most favored student, and it was very likely that he could run out of the secret passage of the school.

January passed quickly, February approached, and the Quidditch match between Glenfindo and Ravenclaw was getting closer,

"The plan has not made any progress." At noon that day, behind a bookshelf in the library, Lawrence whispered to Harry, "What about you, how are you studying the patron sage?"

"So bad," Harry said in frustration, "I can only summon the blurry silver mist."

"You have to practice today, right? In fact, you can just fight them for a short time," Lawrence said. "A vague patron saint is enough to get time to return to the ground safely."

"I hope so," said Harry, "It seems like there is a sound behind it?"

"Hermione is still in the library at this time?" Lawrence poked his head out from behind the bookshelf and quickly retracted.

"Because of the rocket crossbow, Hermione usually avoids returning to the saloon," said Harry. "Of course, I still have to go back after the library is closed."

"You didn't tell them?" Lawrence asked with his eyebrows raised, "You shouldn't be like this, she just has good intentions."

"If I told her, this wouldn't have happened." Harry said sadly.

"Then you pray that the plan will go smoothly, so that you can tell them soon." Lawrence said, and he and Harry quietly left the library, and then left in different directions.

That night, Harry excitedly stepped into the Glenfindo Tower with a rocket crossbow. He was immediately surrounded by the crowd. Everyone wanted to see the best broom in the world. Ron rushed out of the dormitory with a sheet and interrupted the excited crowd.

"Look--" Ron shouted, throwing the sheets before Hermione,

"This is-" Hermione asked tremblingly,

"Blood-Look at this." Ron yelled, and he spread a cube on the sheets, which were the cat hair of Mount Crucker,

Harry and Lawrence looked at each other in horror. They thought it was the same thing. Lawrence nodded to Harry. He pushed the portrait away and took out the map, and walked towards Dunbulido's principal's office.

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Author's words: I must say that it will be a bit difficult to maintain the daily increase. I will take another subject next week. If I fail this subject, I will postpone my graduation...

Note 1: It is possible to go shopping in Hogsmeade Village on Magical Family Holidays.
Chapter completed!