The days at Hogwarts

Harry seemed to have been hit by a powerful repelling spell. He showed a distressed expression, his features wrinkled together, and then looked at the twins: "Cedric, Cho Chang...he, they..."

"You talk about them." Fred glanced at him from a distance. "Cho Zhang is Ravenclaw's seeker, and Cedric is Hufflepuff's seeker. The two of them seem to be practicing Quiz. We came together during the Diqi period.”

"During Quidditch practice?" Harry looked at the two people hugging over there with some disbelief, as if he had suffered a serious blow.

He obviously practiced Quidditch very hard, so why wasn't he the one who met Qiu Zhang?

George gloated and teased: "Yes, yes, I really want to see what will happen when they meet on the field. Will Cedric go all out?"

Angelina suddenly interrupted the conversation: "Maybe Qiu Zhang is more powerful?"

"Hahaha, will Qiu Zhang show mercy?"

"..."

Although he won the game against Cedric, Harry didn't feel the joy of winning the game at all. Instead, he felt empty inside, as if he had lost completely.

They were laughing and joking about the inter-house love between the two Seekers; the people in the stands were cheering for victory, and the Slytherin people came up to challenge them, and were scolded back by George and Fred; Ron was shouting about the selection of new players. matter.

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same, Harry only thinks they are noisy.

Harry was in a daze for the next few days, thinking wildly and being distracted. He was in a daze when eating, only eating what was on the plate, and he walked unsteadily, as if he had been sucked stupid by a dementor.

……

The selection of the substitute goalkeeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team was held the next day. Loren was not present, so he did not know the specific situation.

But Ron came back angrily that night, and he sat on the sofa cursing: "Damn Cormac McLagan, he did it on purpose! He defended as many balls as I did, no more, no less, just the same number. !”

He gasped angrily and looked at Harry strangely: "Harry, why don't you say anything? You don't think he is more suitable to be a goalkeeper than me, do you? Which side are you on?"

The dazed Harry came back to his senses and looked at Ron with a complicated expression, which seemed a little difficult to say: "Actually...actually... George and Fred let you go, so your score is the same as McLaggen. .”

"What?" Ron's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Shh-" Harry quickly held him down, "It was Angelina who suggested it. She saw that you were a little frightened, and McGragan didn't cooperate with the rest of the team... so we used this method to convince Wood and let you The two will become substitutes together, and after he graduates and leaves, we will decide who will take over."

"It's so disgusting...it caused my mandrake blades to be bitten to pieces..."

Ron muttered something vaguely.

The Quidditch matter has come to an end, and the Animagus teaching class that the little wizards have been waiting for has finally started.

That afternoon, Loren and Hermione walked into the Transfiguration classroom with the pictorials handed out last semester and sat down in their seats.

There are many familiar faces in the classroom, Seamus, Dean, Draco, Rolf, Luna, Ginny... I can't tell whether it's Professor McGonagall who has lowered the difficulty of the exam, or the popularity of Animagus. The increase has aroused the interest of the little wizards, so they are actively preparing for the exam.

In short, the number of students in the teaching class has doubled or tripled, and there is almost no room left in the classroom.

Harry and Ron borrowed Loren's illustrated magazine and looked through it. They couldn't help but exclaimed as they looked at the wonderful human deformations.

"The first step is to hold the mandrake leaves in your mouth. This is not difficult, it just requires a little more patience."

Neville, an experienced veteran student, was explaining in a low voice to the new classmate Hannah.

Hannah, who had two golden ponytails, looked at the content in the pictorial and asked curiously in a low voice: "Is there someone whose Animagus is a plant, with poisonous tentacles or something?"

"Generally speaking, no, Animagus transforms into an animal."

"The poisonous tentacles can also move?"

"..." Neville was silent for a moment, "But the poisonous tentacles have magic power, and Animagus will not turn into something with magic power."

"Like the Patronus Charm?"

"Yes."

"But I heard that Principal Dumbledore's patronus is the magical phoenix."

"..." Neville didn't know how to answer for a moment. He was so nervous that a small line of sweat broke out on his forehead and his neck turned red.

Hannah couldn't help but giggle: "Shall we ask Professor McGonagall later?"

"Yeah." Neville responded dully.

Jingle Bell--

The school bell rang.

Professor McGonagall closed the lesson plan, put the books on the table, and looked at the students with a smile: "Good afternoon, children."

"You should have already learned about the teaching class from the previous students. Animagus is a very complex magic, which involves exquisite human body transformation and long magic rituals..."

"As for the knowledge of transfiguration, being able to pass the exam has proven that you have a solid foundation. After a period of study, I believe you will have a deeper understanding of the basic principles of transfiguration."

George suddenly raised his hand: "Professor, do our members who have already learned this part of knowledge need to learn it again?"

"It's up to you."

The smile on Professor McGonagall's face was still gentle: "Many people have already learned this part of the basic knowledge of Animagus, mainly for new members. I personally recommend listening to it more than once, but I also know that you have People are about to face O.W.L.s exams and N.E.W.T exams, and there are no mandatory requirements."

Loren poked Hermione's arm: "Do you want to hear it again?"

As expected, Hermione nodded and hummed slightly, leaving Loren confused.

He doesn't want to hear more about what he has learned. Wouldn't it be better to use this time to set fire to the library?

Professor McGonagall's lecture continued: "What's left is the accumulation of human body transformation experience and the control of reason. The new members will not be able to officially start the ceremony until after the Christmas vacation. Of course, before that, you can Limited attempts and practice.”

Harry and Ron thought this was good news, as both of them had damaged blades.

Draco, who was sitting in the back row, made a sound and licked the blade in his mouth with his tongue, as if he wanted to spit it out immediately. After hesitating for a moment, he resisted the urge.

The little wizard below chattered for a while, then slowly became quiet.

"There are two full moons before the end of November and Christmas. I believe that the members of the previous term will set a good example. If the weather does not go wrong, I will take the two full moon nights with me. Everyone watched as they prepared the secret potion."

"Next, let's start the class." Professor McGonagall paused for a moment. "This class is a brief introduction to the origin of the Animagus and the recorded incidents of the human body deforming out of control. Members who have listened can leave."

The classroom suddenly became quiet. Most of the fifth and seventh grade students hesitated for a moment, then stood up and left.

Just when Loren wanted to leave, Hermione held his hand under the table. The girl's soft and white left hand held Loren's right hand, and the meaning she wanted to express was self-evident.

Loren looked over and saw that the girl's ears were a little red and she was looking at the notebook intently, as if that hand had nothing to do with her.

So Loren laughed happily, squeezed the girl's palm, put five fingers through her fingers, and held them interlocked.

Although the knowledge that has been learned once is boring, Hermione's hands are very interesting.

Loren looked up and looked out the window. Clouds were floating aimlessly in the sky. Cotton-like white masses hung on the clear blue background. Some cool wind blew gently, and it was as peaceful as a painting.

Chapter 336 Harry: Do you want me to show off?

I don’t know if the professors held seminars together and discussed something, but various club activities in the school began to become more frequent.

Professor Flitwick's Charms Club always carries out activities on Tuesdays, instructing lower-level students on basic spellcasting, correcting their bad habits, occasionally giving some tips on spellcasting, and even teaching some less serious spells, such as the Falling Curse. , leg tripping curse, bat spirit curse...

The young wizards liked the change, and of course they would be even happier if Professor Flitwick didn't repeatedly insist that spellcasting was prohibited in the school corridors and that violators would be put in solitary confinement.

The content of the senior division is more profound. On the basis of daily spells, Professor Flitwick guides the young wizards to explore ancient magic... It is said to be exploration, but in fact Professor Flitwick uses his research results in flexible ways. Profound methods are taught to young wizards.

Seamus yearned very much for the Senior Division, especially the rumored improved Explosive Curse by Professor Flitwick.

The Potions Club has also made some changes. Professor Snape probably reached some kind of tacit understanding with Professor McGonagall, and the number of new members recruited was twice that of last year.

Almost all students in the advanced class of Potions have received invitations, and among the lower-grade wizards, many with excellent results in Potions have also received invitations.

……

Harry lowered his head listlessly, slowly holding on to the armrest of the sofa, and struggled to move to the sofa. Then, as if he had been hit by an extraction spell, he collapsed limply on the sofa. He looked like an elderly man. The old man looked at him, which made the friends next to him feel inexplicably sad.

Ron looked at Loren in confusion: "I remember you just came back from the Potions Club. Why does Harry look like this? Today's Potions Club activities involve physical labor, or was Harry used by Snape to test potions?"

"Huh? No..." Loren recalled it carefully and shook his head firmly, "Today, the old members taught the new members how to make rue essence. We are already very skilled, and it is not hard at all."

Hermione looked at Harry worriedly: "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

"Yeah, it's not hard at all." Harry raised his right hand feebly, then slumped down, crying, but found that some words were difficult to say, so he could only swallow the bitter taste silently.

Qiu Zhang is a new member, and Cedric is in front teaching her how to brew rue essence quickly, holding hands... Loren and Hermione are pulling and pulling in the other direction...

At that time, he wanted to stuff all these people into a crucible and boil them all into rue essence.

Harry thought for a while and turned his eyes to the other side: "Loren, can you apply to withdraw from the Potions Club? I feel like I have no talent in potions?"

"I think you can give it a try." Loren spread his hands and said easily, "If you are not worried about the consequences..."

"What consequences?"

Ron came over and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "Every potion class in the future will be watched by the old bat, and you may be used as a test material at any time."

"Oh no!"

Harry covered his cheek in pain, feeling that the days ahead were dim.

……

Harry's depression did not last long, time flew by to late November, and there was a Quidditch match this Saturday between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

The weather over the past two days has been neither good nor bad, there has been no rain, the howling north wind is still cold, and the sky is not exactly bright. It's perfect weather for playing Quidditch.

Coming out of the locker room and receiving the game broom issued by the school, Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, and Harry Potter, the invincible seeker, walked side by side at the front, leading the players. Go to the entrance.

"Nimbus 2000! I can fly happily again!" Fred cheered.

George waved his broom and cheered together: "Those nerds in Ravenclaw, I want them not to even see my ass."

"Honestly, George, no one wants to see your ass."

"Oh, Angelina, you're mistaken, I'm Fred."

"Don't try to lie to me, George, I can tell you two apart."

"Ok?"

George narrowed his eyes. He vaguely noticed something was wrong and fell into deep thinking.

Listening to the noise of the team members, Wood had a smile on his lips.

They were sure to win this game, not because they looked down on the nerds in Ravenclaw, but because they were confident in themselves.

Wood was thinking this in his mind. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Harry next to him looking a little dazed. Wood reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder: "You are already an experienced seeker. Are you still nervous, Harry?"

"Kinda." Harry replied groggily.

"Oh, don't worry too much. Just be careful to avoid the Bludgers and leave the rest to us."

Harry couldn't help but smile. He knew what Wood meant by what he said... When Wood was a novice player, he was hit in the head by a Bludger two minutes into his first appearance and was unconscious for a week.

There were loud cheers outside, and the sound waves even brought up gusts of breeze, making the Gryffindor uniforms rustle. The wooden door to the entrance opened, and the cheers from the audience became louder, flooding into the ears like a tide, making people's blood boil.

The outside of Gryffindor's robes is a bright and passionate fiery red, while the inside is a restrained and dazzling golden yellow. The red light reflects on the face, making it look particularly energetic. Gryffindor's style can be seen at a glance.

The Ravenclaw players on the opposite side entered one after another, and Harry immediately saw Qiu Zhang walking on the right side. She was wearing a blue and gray Ravenclaw uniform, mysterious and elegant.

Despicable Cedric!

Harry thought he had given up and calmed down, but the moment he saw Qiu Zhang, Harry couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Why can Cedric be with Qiu Zhang? What does Qiu Zhang like about Cedric?

Just because they were practicing together on the Quidditch pitch?

Because he's Hufflepuff's Seeker?

Because he's so good at Quidditch?

Today, he must prove it in front of Qiu Zhang——

I, Harry Potter, am more skilled at Quidditch than Cedric.

Harry's hand on the broom tightened, and his eyes became determined. At this moment, his eyes were like a real Gryffindor lion, sharp and full of majesty.

"Everyone——"

Loren prolonged his passionate voice, and then spat out the rest of the words in one breath, "The timid little man who was frightened by Gryffindor, the frustrated man who was defeated by Gryffindor just two weeks ago, will soon be defeated by Gryffindor." The poor people who were defeated, and the Gryffindors who are about to win the championship again! Hello everyone!"

As if someone had cast a spell on them, the deafening cheers suddenly fell silent. The little wizards slowly opened their mouths and looked at the commentary box in disbelief as if they had been struck by thunder.

Even the Gryffindor wizards stopped cheering.

Another commentator, Lee Jordan, looked at Loren with a dull expression, his eyes full of shock and admiration.

I thought that after two years of training, my commentary skills had caught up with Loren's.

Now it seems that it is still far away.