Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Time, 2:30, in the school infirmary, on the bed near the window, Ron still looked petrified, and it seemed that he had been replaced with another petrified stone.

"Fred, why didn't Madam Pomfrey drive them away?" Harry asked.

"Oh, okay, I admit it, I am Fred, Harry, what are you doing?" Fred asked curiously.

"Yeah, Harry, how did you recognize it?" This is George.

"I have observed that between the two of you, Fred mostly speaks first." Harry was a little more cautious this time and did not directly say that he learned it from Ryan.

"Where is Madam Pomfrey?" Harry continued to ask.

"She, she said that originally it was enough to wrap some juice extracted from white fresh flowers and wrap it in a bandage, but when she saw that we petrified Ron directly and moved it in, it happened that Ron had to use the wand in the next two classes (if wrapped in Put on a thick bandage, it would be better to rest in the infirmary, George said), Madam Pomfrey decided to go to Professor Sprout to get some fresh mustard flowers and use some clever tricks."

"In this way, it is estimated that his hand will be restored to its original state this afternoon." Fred said.

"However, that method is very painful and cannot be moved, so we need to stay here and apply the petrification spell to our dear little brother from time to time." George added, blinking.

"So, after somehow learning that Madam Pomfrey was away, this group of people came over and said they were waiting for you, Neville, or Malfoy." Fred was confused, but he understood in the next second, " I see, George, do you know Kate Lewinster of Ravenclaw?”

"So that's it." George immediately understood what his twin brother meant.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"The only one who can do this and connect the four major colleges at the same time is Rita Skeeter II of Ravenclaw."

"It is said that he made Rita Skeeter suffer the loss of being mute and did not dare to retaliate."

"When we first entered school, we investigated Percy's retaliation a year ago, and finally found this person."

"Very difficult to deal with."

"And it's Percy's fault in the first place," Fred and George sang in unison.

"Then how did I offend her?" Harry said depressedly, while Ryan, who was still in the Charms class, laughed and said nothing. Who told you to be a light bulb? Although it is also Ryan's own fault, but after Kate vents her anger, it will probably be fine. That's a lot of coaxing, thank you, Harry.

On the other side, George guessed: "This matter itself is hot. Kate just played a role in connecting people and did not add fuel to the flames. She should just let everyone who cares about this matter know just right - Pomfrey Madam is not here at the moment, and you will definitely come."

"She was probably just venting her anger, but not particularly angry. Harry, you probably were just offended."

"However, I suggest you never go to her and let the matter end like this." Fred added.

"You don't know how difficult she is, and the fact that a boy takes the initiative to find trouble with a lady is troublesome in itself."

"You have no evidence."

"She and your prefect Penello are good friends and are inseparable."

"She gave Percy trouble before because of Penelo. Our brother fell in love with your prefect."

"But in the wrong way." Fred and George continued to sing, and finally ended the topic.

Soon after, Madam Pomfrey returned, and the students around her disappeared one by one.

She sent Fred and George back to class, and to their surprise, Harry was allowed to stay until Ron recovered.

"Okay, you are the Neville in the report." Madam Pomfrey was a stern woman who hardly went out on weekdays, which made her not recognize Harry.

"I am Harry Potter." Harry said. Harry was also a little surprised, and his father was almost exactly the same as him. How could this lady not recognize him?

However, he didn't know that except for the important people in her eyes, Madam Pomfrey would not remember the appearance of anyone else.

To her, who graduated from Slytherin, the leader of Gryffindor's four hijackers was nothing more than a passing thought.

"It seems that Rita's guess is indeed false. There is no real relationship between Neville and Ron." Madam Pomfrey said, smacking her mouth in regret.

It seems that she is Neville, Ron party.

"Okay, Mr. Potter, please step aside."

"If you want to recover quickly, you have to work hard. After I left St. Mungo's Hospital, I haven't tried again for decades!" Madam Pomfrey had to take out her curtain at the same time and hang it on the There seemed to be a fear around Ron's hospital bed that Harry would see something uncomfortable.

"Poor, Harry, come here." Madam Pomfrey opened part of the bed curtain, "Also, just hand me the white cloth in front of the hospital bed. Don't look at it, otherwise you will definitely not be able to eat dinner."

"Mrs. Pomfrey, this is me." Harry wondered. In his opinion, getting something was just a matter of waving a wand for adult wizards like them.

"Cover this Weasley's eyes. I just discovered that when he was petrified, his eyes were facing down, staring straight at his hands. It shouldn't be. I can't take my hands away now." Madam Pomfrey said, taking the white cloth Finally, he covered Ron's head and pulled the bed curtain.

Ten minutes later, Madam Pomfrey opened the bed curtains. The traces inside were probably swept away by the cleaning spell. Ron was also freed from petrification and lay on the bed, feeling very depressed, but his hands had recovered.

"Ron, you didn't know just now, the way you covered your head with a white cloth reminded me of the morgue." Seeing Ron wake up, Madam Pomfrey went to the next room to make tea, and Harry finally couldn't help but say.

"Mortuary? Is it where Muggles get married? Harry, you are joking about this too." Ron frowned.

"No, no, no, covering your head with a white cloth represents death in the Muggle world, and the mortuary is also a place to put corpses." Harry hurriedly explained.

"Hey! I would rather the mortuary you mentioned was what I just meant, Merlin, Merlin, please fly away!" Ron superstitiously recited the proverb of the wizarding world to expel bad words.

"You didn't know just now, Fred and George, when I was petrified, kept making fun of me, and they didn't replenish the petrification spell in time." Ron complained.

"Then your eyes are facing down. After you were untied, you moved your eyes again, and then you were petrified again?" Harry guessed.

"Yes, Harry, you guessed right."

"What time is it now?" Ron asked.

"Let me see, it's 3:15, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is about to start!" Harry looked at the time and exclaimed.

"I thought it was evening, and it's Defense Against the Dark Arts class again, I'm a patient!"

"Damn! I'm going to be fumigated again. Harry, look, can you talk to Madam Pomfrey and let me rest for a while." Ron said expectantly.

"No, children, it's time for class, 3:30, 3rd floor, such a short distance, there's still time." Madam Pomfrey suddenly appeared and refused directly.

Ron looked up to prevent his sad tears from flowing back into a river.