I,Hermione Granger, a prefect who has been the No.1 student at Hogwarts School for five consecutive years,is blessedly loved by almost all school teachers.(except for whom goes without saying)

Harry and Ron are my best mates since grade one, the three of us are almost inseparable.I originally expected the next days can also pass as easily as the five years before, but in the first week of the sixth grade, I had surprisingly met the most difficult assignments.( well, to be honest, I never found any homework difficult in the past and I never allowed myself to have any trouble accomplishing it)

In order to reduce the growing conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin,Professor Dumbledore decided to use a small game: ANGELS AND MASTERS to let the students fundamentally get to know each other.

So,despite endless complaints from the pupils, it's all settled. In the next year, I have to write a letter to a despicable, shameless,insufferable and arrogant(I can use a million more words to describe any of their people)Slytherin at least once a week(I will try to drop those lines as quickly as I do in exams,though they definitely can't compare to the papers) and waste

a precious little present for another sinister,sly,foolish Slytherin(see,I can indeed use more adjectives on him,whoever he may be) at the House Cup Ceremony. GOODNESS!

I still remember that day when the disaster began. It was the first day after Harry sent a great many of Slytherins'relatives to Azkaban, two houses' hatred towards each other have peaked at the point where they were likely to eat one another alive whenever they met.

That class was taught by professor McGonagall, nobody dared to openly clashed in her presence. The atmosphere seemed to never change until Neville failed to change his stone into a marble and turned it into,Merlin's pants,a dynamic dog,which directly bit Draco Malfoy's back,so the latter pulled out a wand, which was definitely not his (I only recognized his wand because he used that to cast curses on me for countless times) to spell at the former. Harry immediately took out his wand with a critical fat spell in return, but Malfoy dodged this charm which directly hit at the back of his Parkinson, though, she had no difference in appearance.

Well, that's not the point. Sparks flew,and the war was imminent. .

THREE. . .

TWO. .

ONE.

THREE.

TWO.

ONE.

"Petrificus Totalus",Professor McGonagall ended everything with a casual wave. All of a sudden everyone apart from her froze with absolute alarm. She seemed so abnormally furious that she remained deadly silent afterwards.

About half a century later,the senior vice headmistress finally spoke.

"All of you,stand STILL and listen. "

We followed her instruction no doubt,it was not like we had any other option since we were forced to be STILL before she EVEN said anything.

''Professor Dumbledore has come up with this idea for a while,yet I thought it was not necessary,not when courses got harder and harder everyday. Enough stuffs in your plate. Or had I left you too little homework to do? (Of course. SO TERRIBLY LITTLE INDEED! FINALLY! I have been asking her about it since the very first day. So glad that she realized that on her own.Meanwhile, I saw Malfoy's horrified face. oh,that prat. It was the very existence of the likes of him that set the wall between me and more knowledge. ) "SURELY you are in your sixth year in Hogwarts,the year to have competitive candidates of Head Boy and Girl, let alone continue getting prefects of your own and responsibly set an example for the rest of your classmates and junior pupils to follow. "(I could feel the glance she threw at me when the word "prefect" came out of her mouth,though she never looked me directly in the eye. God,she must be unimaginably disappointed with me. Wait,the Slytherins had their share of prefects as well, two members no less ,Draco Malfoy the mean prat and PANSY PARKINSON the ugly worthless fool. Poor Professer McGonagall,how could she so merciful to trust those mindless,horrible and heartless(sorry for using serval words again,I just can't help myself) snakes. In my sympathetic sight she moved on.

"Now I will undo the charm for you one by one. You may come forward to get your..."She turned the fur on the desk into two boxes ( look at that!The fur must be hers when she altered into the Kitten form,anyway,her transforming skills are always so incredibly impressive.)

"Names." she finished the sentence with another wave. Those two boxes were containing parchment now,"Gryffindors take the green box and Slytherins shall go for the red one. Each piece of parchment has a name on it. The moment you touch it,you get your own master. As an angel(I accidentally noticed Malfoy rolled his eyes ironically mouthing the word 'angel' over and over again,barely moving his lips.I wouldn't have figured this out if I didn't fight against him for five years and be so intelligent.),you will write a letter to your master at least once a week. The more often the better. You must not tell your master who you are. Writing in the name of an angel is enough. You will be given a score by your master at the end of this term(A light flashed through Malfoy's eyes,it goes without saying that he would give his angel,whichever Gryffindor he might be,the lowest possible grade.)Also,if anyone wanted to skip the process of writing and privately have some deal of giving your angel some score without enough letters,I would know that immediately. You will be wise to remember that I did the magic myself,making sure that I CAN keep track of each and everyone of you. Even though what exactly you write remains your privacy,whenever you decide not to complete your weekly letters,just be fully prepared to see me in the office next Monday,followed by longer detentions."

I do admit that I was not quite pleased with the decision,nevertheless Slytherins' stupid sad faces were worth it. Oh,how nice,Nott was nearly crying,Greengrass was shocked with horror, apparently Snape didn't have that punishment often. The best part went to Malfoy ( surprise,surprise),he definitely took all methods of bribery into consideration.

"You will send a present to your angel at the House Cup Ceremony when I shall announce your angel's name. If you reveal your identity before your master knows it,the parchment will inform me. You may use this chance to communicate with one another freely without worrying any bad consequence in the whole school year."

Nameless letters? Sounds Childish,what imagination do we have to those pathetic creatures with schemes?Anyhow,when it was my turn,I came to get it straight away. Coming back to my place,I opened it...the next minute I looked up to the pale boy with white blonde hair only to find that he was staring at me too.

NO WAY!