Gryffindor public toilet,

The water flows in a turbulent manner!

After washing for ten minutes, Harry finally cleaned the odor on his body completely.

Harry feels that his recent years are not good.

Quidditch encountered a dementor in the game; the Christmas gift fireboat was confiscated by Professor McGonagall; a man was sleeping in the dormitory and could be hit by Pipi's dung eggs.

It's really unlucky!

It was not Ron who was really stuck in the ominous state, but himself, right?

"Yeah, yeah!"

Harry was professionally hanging his throat, feeling his throat had opened, and he turned his ears to his side, and he could hear the movements in the lounge.

No one!

There must be no one, the students are all back home, Professor McGonagall will not come. Ron left the dormitory early in the morning and went to the library, and will not come back in a short period of time.

Harry held the shower with his left hand, and then held the soap with his hands, and began to secretly release himself, roaring hard:

"Ahhh! I have to love you when I die~!"

"The kissing never stops in the middle of the night in three days and three nights!

Ahhh~”

After singing the dolphin sound, Harry, who felt good about himself, practiced how to confess his love to the pinched soap.

"Qiu, I have a saying that I have always wanted to say to you... No, my tone is not strong enough...

Qiu, be with me, this is my lifelong request!”

Suddenly, a knock on the door came.

Harry's little hands trembled in fear and the soap slid onto the ground.

"Is Ron you? You've been there where you went, you're not here in the morning, do you want to take a shower? Let's go!"

Harry was anxious and didn't know what he was saying, so he forced himself to hide his embarrassment.

No one knows that he likes Qiu, so he can't be exposed.

"It's me! Potter!"

Bang!

The sound of slipping sounded, followed by a head pounding heavily on the floor.

Frictioning and standing up,

Step on the soap,

Slide again.

A big fork was split!

After several impacts, Professor McGonagall stood at the door of the bathroom and frowned and asked, "Potter, are you okay?"

"No...it's okay...it's just the floor is a little slippery."

Five minutes later, Harry, who had fallen into a blue face, finally put on his clothes and opened the door to the bathroom.

"Professor McGonagall, why are you here? Is there anything wrong?" Harry asked awkwardly.

Professor McGonagall folded his two thin arms and hugged them in front of his chest, staring at Harry through his square glasses.

"Where is Mr. Weasley? I have something to ask him for."

"Oh, Ron." Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he wasn't looking for him.

"He went to the library to study early in the morning."

Professor McGonagall nodded and said with a stern face: "Harry, even if there is no one in the public lounge, you still need to control it.

Your singing was out of tune, and you were almost running to Slytherin College.”

“…”

"Also, confessing is a technical job, I think..." Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, "Your lines just now are really inferior.

No girl will take care of you!”

Harry's face was flushed.

No more,

I'm dead in society!

He had only one thing in mind now: Which building in Hogwarts is the highest, so you can die if you jump like this...more.

Professor McGonagall turned and left, heading towards the library.

Harry stopped in place for a few seconds, followed, trying to give up, asking Professor McGonagall for some advice...the bad way of confessing.

"Professor, how are the firebolt inspections?" Harry did not ask directly, but instead asked in a curved manner.

"It's going in an orderly manner, don't worry." Professor McGonagall looked serious.

"By the way, is there anything unusual in your dormitory recently?"

"Exception, no?" Harry thought for two seconds and shook his head.

The only abnormality is probably that his sleep quality is high.

Before late at night:

Ron snored, endlessly, and the grinding teeth were beaten; Neville's dreams were exaggerating the atmosphere, and Lefu's clams were croaking.

Since the holiday, Neville took Laifu home, and Ron suddenly stopped snoring and was infected with the habit of grinding teeth.

The dormitory suddenly became quiet, and he was really not used to it.

"Well, be careful, Black may even sneak into the school," Professor McGonagall explained.

Before they could reach the library, the two met Ron who came back.

"Where are you going, Mr. Weasley?" Professor McGonagall narrowed his eyes and observed Ron.

"I did my homework in the library, and then went to visit Hagrid, but he was not at home." Ron showed a confused look.

"Is something wrong? Is Black here again?"

"No." Professor McGonagall explained: "Your parents are here and you are going to take you to Romania to visit your second brother, Charlie."

"Now, go to the principal's office with me."

"Charlie...what happened to him?" Ron looked anxious.

"It's nothing. He discovered the bones of the ancient magical animal fossil pterosaurs, and wanted you to go and take a look."

Professor McGonagall rarely lie, but at this time he seemed to be born with a skill of stacking and was very skillful when using it.

"By the way, I might stay for a holiday. Is there anything I need to take away?" McGonagall said inadvertently.

"I don't need to take the clothes, but there are pets like owls that need to be taken away?"

"I don't...no owls." Ron touched his shirt pocket and said, "There is only one mouse-spotted, and it stays on me."

Professor McGonagall nodded and glanced at his bulging pockets in a vague way.

"What's wrong with your face?" Ron and Harry whispered.

"No, I had a fight with Pipi Ghost." Harry hid in embarrassment. "Have you finished your homework?"

"No, I don't know every word, but when combined, I don't know what I'm talking about."

Ron showed a poor student look.

"Wait for Hermione to come back to copy her?" Harry lowered his voice.

"Don't think about it. She won't copy it for us, it's still reliable to buy homework." Ron whispered.

All the reference answers business of Akali's Mysterious Store has been transferred to Li. Now Hogwarts' answers are all about him looking for someone to do.

Harry and Ron are used to buying.

"You're going to Hagrid?" Harry said curiously.

Ron hasn't been to Hagrid for a long time because he had seen Dahei and thought it was ominous.

"Well, I suddenly wanted to visit him, but he was not at home. I found a groundhog in his pumpkin field." Ron danced.

"Groundhog?"

"Well, I'm ready to adopt it," said Ron.

"Baiban is almost old and I can't afford an owl, and it's also good to be a pet by the groundhog."

"I can give you an owl, brother." Harry's hand was placed on Ron's shoulder.

"It's okay, I like rats the most." Ron smiled sincerely.
To be continued...