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Main Hermione Perspective
OOC Apologies
Hermione, do something.The hands of the thick compound soup, Chaoyang falls on her face, reflected in her eyes elegant, white skin is very charming and lovely, "Well, the Crabbe and Gower's hair into it, and then drink it."
Harry and Ron took the potion, swallowed it with complicated difficulty, and emerged from the toilet after a long retch. Harry wiped the smudge from the corner of his mouth with his cuff, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Ron, come on out."
"Me, me, I have a problem here." Ron shuffled his shoes, his once smooth white skin now covered with long hair, and a pair of incited cat ears on top of his head.
“…… Merlin!” Hermione looked anxiously at her face as the Polyjuice Potion slowly took effect, and the original dainty witch, her clothes gradually ripped by growing muscles, rushed to the bathroom to change into a well-fitting wizard's robe.
“Oh, my God! Hermione, we got crabbe and bursted's hair wrong!”
Actually, it's the hair of Burstead's cat.
Hermione dragged herself over to them, heaving her back with difficulty and gritting her teeth. "I guess I'll just have to play Vincent Crabbe." She rolled her eyes, which looked ridiculous against Goyle's plump face. "I hope Merlin keeps Malfoy from finding out."
Hermione and Harry, also Crabbe and Goyle, followed a Slytherin student into the stone wall and into the common room. The space is long and low, the building extends to the bottom of the lake, and the green light makes the whole space appear dark green. Hermione Harry looked curiously at this never-before-visited forbidden place. The main part of the Slytherin Lounge was at the bottom of the lake, and through the windows was a dark lake stirred by giant squids.
Holy, silent.
“Hey! Where have you been? i can't find you anywhere.”
Hermione and Harry turned nervously, trying to look like Crabbe and Goyle.
"Uh, we'll, uh -- we'll go to the library." Harry squashed his vocal cords and danced with his hands.
"We'll check the Potions homework." Hermione's nose was wrinkled nervously, her forehead thin with sweat. "I think Professor Snape has had enough of our homework."
Harry nodded.
Draco's pale gold brow frowned, arrogant and shocked. "I didn't know you could read?" He ran away from Harry and Hermione and walked out of sight of them into the couch, where one of them slumped onto the sofa, and said cheerfully, "Perhaps you could ask that proud little Gryffindor lion, Granger, who seems always happy to help others."
Why the sudden mention of her name?
Hermione looked at Harry, who was now wearing Goyle's outer skin, with the same blank expression on her face.
"Oh, by the way, Miss Know-it-all doesn't seem to like us Slytherin very much." Malfoy pulled his scattered blond hair back of his head, his meticulous haircut and his well-ironed school uniform pressed to his chest.
Harry and Hermione nodded, silently supporting the boy in front of them.
Malfoy was still immersed in his own world, endlessly complaining to people in front of him who could be considered friends, and his lips curled into an arc in disgust."And, Saint Botte! Poor Weasleys, I wonder how Granger has endured it until now."
The Slytherin common room, which was always crowded with groups of people playing cards, playing wizard chess or discussing which house was unlucky, was now rarely seen in silver-green uniforms. The whole space rippled with Malfoy's disgust for the three of them.
"I don't know what the others are for, except Granger, Bret's just a savage who knows how to play Quidditch, Weasley, what else besides eating like you two."
His fist clenched in his sleeve, Harry leaned over the chattering blond boy, Hermione next to him, her arm barely brushing his, reminding him to calm down.
“Hey! Are you listening?” The blond boy hopped up to them, glancing up and down. "Remember our plan?"
Harry and Hermione froze where they stood, staring Goyle and Crabbe in the face like two teenagers.
Draco stared at them speechless, wondering why his father had instructed him to be friendly with these two idiots. "While you're away with Potter and Weasley, I'll teach that Granger a lesson."
Now it was Hermione's turn to lose her cool. She felt as if her own hair was about to grow back. What did you mean by lecturing me, did I annoy you that much? Even the pure-blood aristocracy's most hated Muggle-born witches don't need to be treated like this.
Harry and Hermione's heads were about to explode. Before Malfoy could muster any proof of the Heir of Slytherin, he was drowning in spittle, and now his fists were itching to hit him.
Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and placed it in front of them. On it was the lesson plan. Hermione shuddered at the dense, familiar handwriting.
Isn't this the class schedule I lost the other day?! Why does Malfoy have it? And... Why did I have to erase the heart I drew in Professor Lockhart's class?
Hermione was breathing fast and angry.
Harry looked at Malfoy with an intriguing expression on his face.
He... You don't like Hermione.