Gryffindor is full of fun
The Gryffindors sat down for a meeting, and Queenie was in attendance.
Ron's face contorted in pain, as if he'd just been cursed with a snotty bug. "Ugh—I want to drop out!"
“Don’t be silly, Ron. We all know Professor Snape’s magical abilities…” Hermione frowned, looking worried. “What if he only allows those with an O in OWL to enter the advanced class in this course? Merlin’s beard, my Defense Against the Dark Arts grade is only an E! Just this one course!”
“If you ask me, Sirius is a much better teacher than him. We can skip this course and let Sirius continue teaching us. He has experience infiltrating Hogwarts!” Ron thought it was a good idea the more he talked about it.
Harry was calm; after all, he was the first to hear the news and had spent the entire night processing it. Now, he was more concerned with how to create the magical fish tank Queenie wanted—he could ask Sirius for help, but he had to make it himself. Frankly, he already anticipated how difficult it would be. This morning, before Queenie woke up, he secretly tried turning a glass into a fish tank, filling it with water, and adding orchid petals—and then...that was it. His progress stalled there.
Were his mother's textbooks different from his when she was in school?
"Pretty much the same, I remember when we were in school, if we forgot our textbooks, we could find antique books from decades ago in the storage cabinet. There were only minor differences in the content, but overall we learned the same things. For example, the first spell in our spell class was always the Levitation Charm," Sirius explained enthusiastically.
Uh, he said it out loud?
“Harry, you’ve accepted it so quickly? You’re already thinking about the textbook content?” Ron was still extremely upset, his tone full of accusation that “you’ve changed.”
“Actually, Harry was even more upset than you were last night.” Queenie couldn’t help but laugh when she thought of Harry’s expression. “He acted like he was breathing poison gas instead of air.”
Ron immediately felt much more at ease; that made sense.
"Forget the textbooks for now, when it comes to experience—" Sirius's hair practically bristled with anticipation, "In fact, I have far more experience fighting snotty devils, and I can pass on all my skills to you—without reservation, without holding back a single word!"
His grey eyes gleamed, and his face was full of pure joy. Queenie could almost see his big feet wagging his tail excitedly at her, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Looks like you're really keen on messing with Snot—sorry—Professor Snape."
“Forever and ever.” Sirius said solemnly, as if making an oath.
Battle.
Harry frowned, recalling a scene he had inadvertently glimpsed in Snape's memories. His eyes showed disapproval. "Sirius, perhaps you shouldn't be so—repulsive—about Snape." He used a less derogatory term.
"You actually spoke up for Snape?!" Ron's expression was horrified, his tone full of accusation that "you really have changed."
“Harry is right.” Hermione agreed wholeheartedly, and was very pleased. “Ron, you should learn from Harry. Professor Snape is our professor and a member of the Order of the Phoenix. We should respect him—Sirius, the same applies to you.”
"Come on, that's because you don't know what he's done," Sirius said nonchalantly.
But no one should ever insult someone in public like that... It's worse than the fake Moody turning Malfoy into a weasel in the school corridor... He meant that they were Gryffindors, not Death Eaters.
Wait a minute, we know that Snape was a Slytherin, and almost all of the Slytherins joined the Death Eaters back then, and Sirius hated him. Could it be that Snape was also a Death Eater?
No, no, he is clearly a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore would never allow a Death Eater to enter Hogwarts, let alone become a professor!
Wait, Barty Jr. was also a Death Eater, and he became a professor at Hogwarts... Snape was a Potions Master and extremely skilled in Occlumency...
No, no, Snape has been working at Hogwarts for nearly twenty years. No one could fool Dumbledore for that long, not even Voldemort!
"Harry? You don't look well. Have you been using Occlumency properly lately?" Hermione was a little worried as Harry's expression kept changing, thinking he had been having another nightmare.
“He was struck by Snape’s Imperius Curse,” Ron said definitively. “Without a doubt.”
Hermione's eyebrows twitched. "Don't talk nonsense."
Sirius immediately unleashed a series of detection spells at Harry, then solemnly concluded, "I didn't detect any signs of the Imperius Curse. Should we have Dumbledore give it a try?"
Hermione, "..."
Queenie, on the contrary, thought it was more like Harry was having some kind of little drama playing out in his head again, and she planned to ask him about it that night, just like listening to a bedtime story.
Queenie thought this, but they still made her laugh out loud.
"..." Harry's feelings were in agreement with Hermione's. "Alright, let's begin training."
"Then I'll teach you a new spell today, the Upside-Down Bell." Sirius seemed to remember something particularly amusing, and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, this is a really fun spell!"
Harry, "..." He didn't really want to learn this.
Having seen it many times before, Queenie dared to interact with Buckbeak. She was currently riding on its back, which was similar to riding a horse, except that Buckbeak was much larger and fiercer than a horse and could fly.
Hermione glanced in Queenie's direction and whispered to Harry, "Ginny—well, she's talking to me now, I think she's come to her senses."
Harry was practicing spells with the little mouse in his hand while thinking about how to make the petals sink and turn into a fish. "What?"
"..." Hermione repeated, "I told her some things about you and Queenie—she seemed determined to know, but I didn't say much, I hope you don't mind."
Harry snapped out of his daze. "No, it's good that Ginny is alright, but what about Queenie—"
Hermione understood what he meant. "I specifically told her to keep it a secret—and Neville and Luna too, they both agreed, after all, Queenie is a Muggle."
"Thank you," Harry said earnestly. He hadn't even thought of it himself, but thankfully Hermione had thought of it for him.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, meaning "No need."
Meanwhile, Ron, who was being individually coached by Sirius, finally made some progress. He turned around and saw the two heads huddled together. He walked over and shouted, "Harry, Fred and George want to invite you to the opening ceremony!"
Harry rubbed his ears. "Opening ceremony?"
“Yeah, they got a shop in Diagon Alley and plan to open it before school starts.” Ron squeezed between the two. “Aren’t you a major shareholder?”
Hermione, who was living in the Burrow, was obviously aware of the matter, and she looked disapproving. "Do they really have to open a shop at this crucial moment? Mrs. Weasley is furious."
"They persuaded Mrs. Weasley?"
“No, but Mom has never been able to control them,” Ron shrugged. “Not to mention they’re adults now.”
“The twins did a good job,” Sirius commented. “Are we going to give up a normal life because of those lousy wizards? Wouldn’t that just let them get away with it?” Then he thought of his current situation—hiding and losing his freedom—and couldn’t help but curse the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic—bastard, applicable to anyone.
“That makes sense.” Harry was quickly convinced. In the darkest of times, they were all born one by one. “But I’m afraid I can’t be there. I can’t take Queenie with me.” The situation was serious, and he didn’t want to leave Queenie unless absolutely necessary.
“We can totally dress her up as a wizard.” Ron’s thoughts wandered, and he gestured to Queenie with his chin. “Look how much fun she’s having with Buckbeak. Even the self-proclaimed noble Malfoy got scratched by it.”
Malfoy's face, contorted and pale from crying, then popped out, and the Gryffindors burst into laughter.
Queenie heard the noise and rode Buckbeak closer. "What are you talking about that makes you so happy?"
Ron blurted out, "Queenie, would you like to visit the Weasleys Wizarding Arts? It's my brother's new shop."
Queenie thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "Is it your twin brother who made the 'ten-second anti-pussy' remedy?"
"Yes, they have a lot of fun inventions."
Queenie's bright eyes turned to Harry, who, finding it hard to refuse, could only utter a dry, meaningless statement, "If it's safe."
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