Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 731: I’m smart

"It's ridiculous!"

Harry's eyes were fixed on the "Daily Prophet" that Hermione had just brought, his fingers trembling slightly as he grasped the newspaper.

The front page of this newspaper is: Dementors invade Hogwarts school, Harry Potter is seriously injured and killed?

As soon as he woke up in the morning, Harry found himself "dead".

That's all.

He also received a bunch of letters asking if he was dead, some concerned about his injuries, some wishing him a speedy recovery, and some advising him to stop playing Quidditch.

The idea of ​​having Harry send him letters is to make sure he's still alive.

After all, owls cannot deliver messages to dead people.

One of them was written by Mrs. Weasley, apparently after reading the newspaper and worried about Harry's health.

"Mom thought you were badly injured when you fell off your broom." Ron said helplessly, "I've asked Ginny to write to my family about it."

Harry glanced at the card under the plate, just now Ginny Weasley blushed and gave him a homemade recovery card.

If this card is not closed and pressed, it will sing screechingly.

"It's weird."

"What's so strange?" Harry and Ron both turned to look at Hermione, wondering what secret the other had discovered.

"The photo in the Prophet newspaper, didn't you realize that the photo was taken in the school?" Hermione raised her finger and pointed to the photo of Harry being carried away, and because of this photo, Many people thought that Harry Potter really fell off his broom and died. After receiving the newspaper in the morning, there was even a commotion in the auditorium. Finally, Professor McGonagall came out and announced that Harry was fine.

"A reporter from the Daily Prophet was there?"

"What do you mean?"

"Since Sirius Black escaped from prison, Hogwarts has not allowed other people to come to the school to watch Quidditch matches." Hermione clearly pointed out the suspiciousness of this matter, "It was obviously impossible for the other party at the time. At school, it's even less likely to have the opportunity to take this photo."

"It could also be pictures taken by students at school," Ron reminded. "Don't forget, Colin Creevey used to take pictures around with a camera, and maybe..."

"It shouldn't be possible." Hermione interrupted, shaking her head, "I'd rather believe that some students packaged photos and news to the Daily Prophet."

"Can you make money this way?" Ron couldn't help but widen his eyes, feeling that he had gained insight again.

"Yes, it's not uncommon in the Muggle world to sell news to reporters or newspapers." Hermione didn't know anything about those things, but she knew it happened.

"Why didn't I think of that." Ron muttered softly.

"What did you just say?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Nothing."

There was a sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the school hospital, and Hermione, who was about to say something, shut up.

"Harry, are you okay, we're here to see you!"

Fred puts the toilet basket full of candy on the table by the hospital bed.

"Very chic look." Harry laughed.

The Gryffindor team has come to visit Harry, and so has Wood, but he looks lifeless and his voice is a little hollow.

"Don't blame Harry, it's not your fault," Wood said to Harry, who didn't blame Harry at all.

Wood didn't really blame Harry. The sudden appearance of a Dementor was an irresistible factor, and Harry almost fell to his death.

After seeing the Nimbus 2000 shards on the table, Wood was silent for a moment, and asked Harry to think about what new broom he should buy, and said that he had a copy of "Classified Broomsticks" that he could lend Harry as a reference.

"Don't worry about the broom, Harry, when you recover, you can borrow Albert's broom for training. He has agreed to lend you the broom temporarily." Before George left, he didn't forget to take a picture He patted Harry on the shoulder in relief.

After the players left, Harry turned to Hermione and asked, "What did you just say?"

"I checked the relevant information," Hermione said softly, recalling what happened yesterday, "The Patronus Charm is the only way to resist Dementors."

"That spell was too difficult."

It's not that Harry hasn't practiced the Patronus Charm, but no matter how much he trains, he can only conjure up a silvery gas with no sign of progress, so he gives up temporarily. After all, the third grade is very heavy, and there are a lot of things to do every week in addition to Quidditch training.

Fred and George also practiced for a long time, but they were unable to condense a true Patronus.

Ron had actually tried the Patronus Charm, but the silver gas that the wand spewed was thinner than Harry's, so he had no hope of mastering the Patronus Charm in a short period of time.

"Harry, you should have confidence in yourself. Confidence is an important part of successful spell casting." Hermione encouraged: "If you really want to master the Patronus Charm, you can only find someone who knows how to summon the real Patronus. help."

"Harry, you can go to Professor Lupin for help. He is a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. There must be a way for you to master the Patronus Charm faster." Ron suggested.

"I think you can talk to Albert, he seems to know a lot," Hermione suggested.

"You are now worshipping Albert again?" Ron raised his eyebrows slightly.

"No worship, I just think he makes a lot of sense," Hermione said. "He knows a lot of things, and he's very smart. Albert guessed the dementors before they appeared. It will show up, and after Harry falls, he tells me that Harry just passed out and will be fine."

"It always feels like we're not learning the same kind of divination from him." Ron muttered softly. He has always admired Albert's divination ability.

"That's because you don't have the talent for divination." Since Hermione knew that learning divination requires talent, she was considering whether to give up the course directly.

She probably doesn't have that talent.

Well, most students are not gifted with divination.

"You're not the same," Luo said.

"So, I'm considering whether to drop this class."

"You're going to give up divination lessons."

Ron's voice was filled with unconcealed surprise, and it was incredible to hear such words from Hermione's mouth.

"After all, we can't really learn anything useful from this class other than divination."

This is actually the main reason why Hermione wants to give up the divination class. It wastes time and can't learn anything useful. It is better to devote the limited time to other classes.

If it wasn't for Hermione's desire to get 12 honors, she might have given up her divination class long ago.

Ron was silent, his divination class with Harry was simply more fun.

"Why did they come to the playing field?" Harry asked painfully, looking at the wreckage of the broom.

"What?" Ron was lost for a moment.

"They're hungry." Hermione recalled what Albert had said. "The lively Quidditch pitch was a feast for the Dementors, so here they came."

"Are you saying that the photos in the ~IndoMTL.com~ newspapers were taken by Albert."

"Impossible, I was next to Albert when Harry first fell." Hermione rejected the possibility directly.

At this time, someone came to see Harry again. It was Hagrid with a bunch of centipede flowers in his hand.

"Harry, are you okay!"

"I'll be out of the hospital tomorrow." Harry forced a smile at Hagrid.

"That's good, there's a lot of noise in the newspapers, and everyone thinks you're seriously injured." Hagrid took the vase from Hermione, inserted the centipede flower, and placed it on the table next to Harry.

"That's just a rumor."

"Don't be sad, losing a Quidditch match is nothing, as long as you're fine." Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Where can I have tea if you have time, and it's not you? Vulnerable and untouched, but Dementors have a particularly strong influence on those with bad memories, and are particularly keen to **** those people's happy emotions, which are delicious food for them."

"Hagrid, have you studied dementors?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"It's okay, I don't know." Hagrid was a little embarrassed. He couldn't say that Albert told him all of this!

"If you want to ask about the Dementors, I suggest you go to Professor Lupin, he's an expert on this." Hagrid was satisfied with his quick wit.

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