It was lively and lasted until three in the afternoon.

Then they dispersed.

The Weasleys discussed having a snowball fight.

On the way to the courtyard, Fred sighed, "Mr. Dumbledore's singing is terrible, just like your hat, Harry."

"Hey, I'm still better than Albus!" The Sorting Hat finally looked like a hat and was put on George's head, and he retorted bluntly.

“The level is about the same.”

"I think the principal is better because he is the principal and you are just a hat."

The two brothers discussed it and finally came to a conclusion.

“Little Ronnie sings the worst.”

"What do you think, Ginny?"

The youngest girl forced a smile and gave a few comments.

Harry naturally raised his hand and touched Ginny's forehead: "Do you have a cold? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go see Madam Pomfrey?"

A hint of warmth spread across my fingertips, which was the normal feeling of human contact, without the burning sensation that would cause blistering.

The love spell did not work.

Ginny's face turned red, and she spoke more energetically: "No, I may have had nightmares recently and didn't sleep well."

"Harry is really amazing!" Fred exclaimed, "He cured Ginny with just one sentence."

Ginny glared.

"Is this the power of the spell, or something else..." George stretched out his tone, and something was stuck on his lips. He didn't say it, but everyone knew it.

Ginny blushed in annoyance.

She became lively again. Percy and Ron provided support for her, cast spells, and kept making snowballs. The little girl, with just a few snowballs in her arms, defeated the Weasley brothers.

It was almost time for dinner when they returned to the lounge and changed into dry clothes.

The boys waited in the lounge.

Ginny was a girl, even though she was only eleven years old, so it would take longer.

"I've never seen Hermione so slow before." Ron and Fred started playing a game of wizard chess to pass the time. He couldn't help but mutter and complain. It was almost twenty minutes!

"That's because Hermione and I were the ones waiting for you in the past." Harry explained casually as he sat aside.

Ron asked the knight to move forward: "I have woken up early before."

"Thank God, this is the first time I know that 7:30 is early to get up." Harry deadpanned.

Except Percy.

The others asked in unison: "Doesn't it count?"

Percy said with a straight face, "Of course not. That's just the normal wake-up time. Miss Granger gets up at six to study. As for Harry, he gets up even earlier. Anyway, every day after I get up at half past five, I can only see Harry coming back from exercising outside."

"You guys are not normal people." George shook his head. "You are all like Bill, going for the twelve 'O's. We are the normal people."

"For normal people, getting up at 7:30 is considered early!" Fred cheered for the "late-sleeping group".

This game of chess is over.

Ginny came out of the dormitory late. The snowball fight in the afternoon seemed to have consumed a lot of her energy. Her face became paler, without a trace of blood, and her spirit became more and more listless.

His expression was dull, and he had a sense of alienation, as if he had taken a nap until dark and woke up in a trance, feeling isolated from the world.

"Ginny?" Percy said hesitantly, "Shall we go find Madam Pomfrey?"

Ginny shook her head reluctantly: "No, I just felt a little cold just now, I will be fine after a good sleep."

"I think you should listen to your brother at this time." Fred said with a straight face.

Ginny couldn't argue with them.

Since I have to pass by the school clinic anyway, I might as well stop by and take a look.

They walked out of the tower laughing and talking, and Harry stopped abruptly: "Wait!"

"What's wrong?" Percy tilted his head and saw Harry's expression, his tone became serious.

Harry took a deep breath, took the hat off George's head, and drew out the sword of Gryffindor: "You wait here, there seems to be something wrong ahead."

Ahead, it became just like the night of the Halloween dinner.

There is nothing in front.

The scent of their return became invisible, the smell couldn't dissipate so quickly.

The Weasley brothers became panicked.

Ginny looked confused and a little puzzled.

Harry glanced at her, memorized the expression on her face, closed his eyes, and moved forward with the sword, sticking to the corner of the wall, carefully, and approaching little by little.

He entered the area of ​​magic influence.

There was only a faint breath of life, and nothing else.

Harry slowly opened his eyes.

The corridor was a mess.

The portrait was violently torn into pieces, and the person inside was terrified but motionless, imprisoned by the spell.

The rooster statue was also unrecognizable.

They tried to fight back against the invader, but in the end they were reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

In the middle of the corridor.

There was a petrified statue lying there, turning around and trying to take out her wand. It was the Ravenclaw senior who had sang with them at noon.

"Harry, do you need help?" Percy stood in the corner and raised his wand.

"There is no basilisk." Harry responded to him, "Come over here."

Percy walked over first, and when he saw the petrified man on the ground, his face turned serious: "I'll go inform the professor."

Harry shook his head: "No, that's too dangerous."

Call to God!

He cast a spell, and a silver-white lion emerged. Harry told it, "Go find Professor Dumbledore. There's something wrong in the tower, and another student has been petrified."

"Patronus Charm." Percy looked somewhat envious.

Harry carefully examined the senior student and looked in the direction her eyes were looking. He saw a mirror that had fallen to the ground and shattered into pieces. He picked it up and saw a fragmented figure reflected in it. It was blurry and he couldn't see clearly who was in the mirror.

Percy also noticed: "It seems that this mirror saved the senior."

Harry said nothing, putting the mirror down and continuing his examination.

Magic power is exhausted.

The breath of life is weak.

It was as if half of his life had been taken away from him.

He turned his head and looked at Ginny - the little girl no longer had the panic-stricken feeling she had in the morning. She stood there dazed, like an icicle, staring blankly at the petrified person on the ground.

It seems hard to comprehend all this.

The professors arrived soon.

"Again!" Professor McGonagall frowned. She cast a spell to lift the Ravenclaw girl into the air and hurriedly took her to the school infirmary.

"The portraits are imprisoned. Can you break the spell? They may know something." Harry said to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore waved his wand.

The portraits were finally able to move, and most of them screamed in fear and fled away frantically.

There were only a few left, and when he saw Dumbledore in a hurry, he stopped and stayed.

"Did you see anything?" Dumbledore asked.

A figure in a star-crescent robe shook his head, his voice trembling: "No, we didn't see anything. Suddenly, there was a red light, and we couldn't see, hear, or move."