Chapter 95： Streaked death

Evan pulled Hermione and panted back to the Gryffindor common room.

Although the time is already late, the public lounge is very lively.

Everyone did not go to sleep, they were discussing the dementors attack in the Quidditch venue.

Gryffindor lost the game, everyone is very upset, but in addition to the Quidditch players and a few **** fans, most people put this matter behind their heads.

Anyway, as long as it is not lost to Slytherin, losing to Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff is not a particularly unacceptable thing.

Now, they are more interested in communicating with each other how to cast a patron saint, and several students who cast a complete physical guardian curse are surrounded by people. For example, Percy, he is proud to show off his patron saint to a dozen lower-level students.

When Ai Wen and Hermione just entered, they were warmly welcomed.

The atmosphere at the scene reached its peak. Everyone surrounded them in the center and asked for the use of the guardian demon.

Especially Ai Wen, many girls want to see his patron again.

Everyone is very excited, except for Ron.

He saw that Evan and Hermione were welcome, and it seemed even more unhappy. He stared at the two men for a long time before they turned back to the dormitory with a sullen face.

In the next second, everyone heard a shout from the male dormitory building.

The atmosphere was stagnation, no one spoke in the entire public restroom, and everyone stared at the door with fear. The hurried footsteps were getting louder and louder, and then Ron jumped into everyone's eyes and covered a sheet of paper with him.

"Look, look at this, take a look!" He growled and strode to Hermione, shaking the sheets in front of her.

"Ron, what are you looking at?" Hermione said confusedly.

"Spot, look, streaky!" Ron rudely stretched the sheets to Hermione's eyes.

Hermione avoided Ron and was completely at a loss.

Ai Wen looked at the sheet that Ron was holding, with some red things on it. It looks terrible, like...

"Blood!" Ron yelled in everyone's panic silence. "It's dead! Do you know what else is on the floor?"

"No, don't know." Hermione's voice was shaking.

Ron threw something in front of Hermione, and everyone leaned forward, and they saw a long piece of **** cat hair scattered on the floor.

"Ron, a few cat hairs can't explain anything. You should go to the bottom of all the boys' beds to find spots, maybe..." Hermione said palely.

"Enough!" Ron shouted, scaring everyone away. "I'm fed up with you, Hermione! You have always been like this, never taking the idea of ​​Crookshane to eat." When it’s the same thing, I’m never willing to bother to observe the Crook Mountain. The streaks are now dead, and you are still pretending to think that Crookshan is innocent!”

"These cat hairs may have been there since the beginning of school. You have been prejudiced since Crouch Hill jumped into your head in that magical animal store," Hermione said stubbornly.

"Prejudice?!" Ron waved his arm in madness. "The monster, it jumped over my head, it ate, I want to praise it right?!"

"You know that I don't mean this..." Hermione's voice lowered again, and tears swirled in her eyes.

"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking!" Ron didn't mean to bypass Hermione at all. He continued to shout. "You always think of me as a fool or an idiot who doesn't understand anything. I protected you in front of Malfoy, obviously I helped you to sneak in the classroom, it was me..."

The more Ron said, the faster he saw Hermione's fear and sadness. The heart felt painful, but it was very pleasant and there was a kind of pleasure after revenge.

Then, he remembered the dream he had been doing recently, and Hermione, who had always appeared in her dreams.

I don't know why, he suddenly felt his nose sour and forced to stop crying.

"Well, Ron?!" Seeing that something was wrong, Fred hurried over and said cheerfully, "Don't you always say how stupid it is?! And, it hasn't had a spirit for a long time. It's being consumed a little bit. It's better to die faster than it is, it probably doesn't even think..."

"Yes, the streaks are just eating and sleeping all day long, sleeping and eating, Ron, this is what you said." George said.

"On one occasion, it also bite Gore for us!" Ron said miserably.

"That was its most brilliant moment." Fred couldn't help but smile. "Let the cockroaches on Gore's fingers remain as a permanent memory of it. Oh, okay, Ron, and Hermione." Reconciliation, buy another mouse, and lament what is the use?"

"But..." Ron lowered his head and wiped his tears with his sleeve.

"In fact, I think Hermione's idea is right, the streaks may not die, it just hides somewhere." Ai Wen suddenly interjected.

It is impossible for the little dwarf Peter to die like this, and it is even more impossible to be killed by Crook Mountain.

He was just afraid of Sirius Black and wanted to run away again with a suspended animation.

By tracking the help of the pharmacy, Ai Wen could feel the streaks hiding in the right corner of the common room, watching the good movie in front of him.

He was ready to pick him up in the past. Just two steps away, Ron stopped him. His words seemed to rekindle Ron.

"Do you think the streaks are not dead?!" Ron looked at Evan in anger, panting, as if he was ready to rush. "I know you will stand on the side of Hermione, it's your fault, if not You suggest that Hermione buys Crookshank and the streaks won't die!"

"What?!" Ai Wen said differently, all day today, he felt that Ron seemed to be wrong.

"Yes, it's your fault, you are killing the streaks!" Ron clenched his fists, his eyes full of tears and red eyes. "It was the same at the Quidditch Stadium, if it wasn't your ridiculous guardian." The curse, Gryffindor will not lose."

Ai Wenzhen is in place, he does not know how Ron came to this conclusion.

Ron’s head must be mad, it’s too ridiculous. The reason why Gryffindor lost the game is actually because of his patron saint? !

"Ron, it is the guardian of Avon who saved everyone!" Colin whispered as he stood by.

"Of course you think so, you are just a ridiculous follow-up to this guy." Ron shouted at Colin and quickly turned to look at Ai Wen, as if he was hypnotizing himself, his mouth was vaguely whispering. "Tom Liddell said that it is true that you killed the streak. It is your Gryffindor who lost the game. You took Hermione. She should have belonged to me..... ."

There was no sound in the common room. The younger students were afraid to shrink backwards. Everyone looked at Ron silently. No one could hear what he was saying.

Ai Wen took another step forward. He wanted to find out the streaks. Maybe seeing it would make Ron calmer.

He just moved, and he saw Ron standing opposite and suddenly rushed toward himself.