"Unfortunately - we didn't find any suspicious clues"
"I'm very curious. Professor Black doesn't even have a wand. How did he escape the dementors? How did he enter the castle?"
"Mr. Shafik, no matter how tight and adequate the defenses are, there will still be loopholes. The most powerful weapon of wizards is their wisdom. Never underestimate any well-known wizard." Dumbledore looked at him with wise eyes.
It seems to be a reminder.
"What do you mean?" Ivy was confused. What did he want to tell me?
Dumbledore did not explain, but said slowly, "I have talked with Harry several times, and I have heard some stories from him. In my opinion, Mr. Shafik is of the highest quality in terms of courage and character. But usually such people are
There is a shortcoming—it is easy to look down on others."
"Professor is afraid that I will be conceited?"
"Conceit is a special stage that all good wizards cannot avoid. Strictly speaking, it is not a bad thing, but the consequences it causes are often irreparable, just like me. When I was young, I was ambitious and capable, and thought I could do it.
Solve everything. And - with all due respect to my ability and wisdom, make my orders correct in almost all cases."
"I have no doubt about this." There is no doubt that even if Ivey doesn't like Dumbledore, he has no objection at all on this issue.
"I have had a lot, but I have lost even more." He changed the subject.
"What have you lost? Are you worried?" He vomited a little.
"Fellow" Dumbledore chuckled and looked up at the sky, "You know, in this world, many people admire me, many fear me, and some are loyal to me - many, many different
.But - no one really loves me."
"Professor, let me make it clear first that I don't mean anything else. It's just that what you said sounds a bit like Harry."
"I'm not as good as him." Dumbledore chuckled. "At least Harry has some real friends."
"Hmm~ That's right"
"I hope you won't choose to be someone like me. Your opponents are the most dangerous and cunning among wizards. Don't let yourself regret it for the rest of your life because of your pride."
"I never will"
.....
In the next few days, how Black entered Hogwarts became a hot topic. However, none of the young wizard's guesses were reliable. Originally, Ivy thought that since Hermione could guess that Scabbers was Peter, was it possible to infer that Black was also
Animagus.
But it turns out that Hermione's thinking is not that broad.
"Are you confident about tomorrow's game?" Several people were chatting during lunch.
"It goes without saying!" Ron looked at Ivy arrogantly, "If Gryffindor hadn't been disqualified last year, the trophy would have been ours!"
"It's okay." Harry was also confident. Black's incident did not affect him.
"Then I wish you good luck~ We Hufflepuffs will not show mercy." Ivy ended the topic with provocative words. He took a few mouthfuls of food and looked around again. "By the way, I haven't seen Fuli recently."
Red and George? Are they losing weight?"
"Huh!" His question was met with a cold snort from Ron.
"Ha~ as long as you can see Ron, you will never see them." Hermione said with a chuckle.
"Oh ~ that IOU" Ivey understood
"Don't let me catch them!" Ron gritted his teeth with hatred.
"Haha~" Aiwei smiled knowingly, "How are Banban doing lately? Are you feeling better?"
"No." Speaking of this, Ron felt a little depressed. "Scabbers's problem seems to have nothing to do with Crookshanks."
Although Ron didn't want to believe it, the facts couldn't make him doubt it.
Hearing this, Hermione's face lit up and she was about to speak.
"It's time to go to class," Betty said first. At the same time, she winked at Hermione.
"Yes, there is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon." Ivy stood up and greeted everyone.
Everyone immediately went to the classroom, and Hermione didn't say anything else.
"I wonder what Professor Lupine will teach us today!" Ron said excitedly on the way.
"According to the progress of the book, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be how to deal with Xinkpunk." Hermione knew the course well.
"What is that? Why have I never heard of it?" Ron said
"Is there anything strange? Besides eating, what else do you know?" His reaction was as expected by Hermione.
While talking, several people entered the classroom with joy and laughter. Then they looked confused.
"You are late." I saw Snape standing on the podium and looking at a few people coldly. "Gryffindor and Hufflepuff will deduct 20 points each."
"But there are still 5 minutes until class begins." Hermione pointed at the pendulum clock on the wall with an unconvinced look on her face.
"The clock is running late, it's class time now." He said with a evil smile. Snape only deducted points based on his mood, not the reason.
"Where's Professor Lupin?" Harry didn't care.
"Sit down. Start class." Snape did not answer.
Ivy and Betty were very obedient and sat down directly.
"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked again, as if he hadn't heard.
"I think I told you to sit down, right? Forty points from Gryffindor," Snape said jokingly.
"Harry" Hermione called, grabbing his arm.
But Harry didn't move, his eyes fixed on Snape.
"Haha~" Snape looked at him playfully, "He is not feeling well due to some celestial phenomena." After that, he added, "If you ask me to sit down again, Gryffindor will deduct 100 points."
Harry nodded. He had heard Lupine say this.
When they sat down obediently, Snape said, "I was very disappointed when I learned about the progress of your course. It seems that Lupine did not teach you anything useful."
"Sorry, sir. We learned Boggart, Red Riding Hood, Grindylow——" Hermione immediately retorted
"Quiet," Snape said coldly, "I just wanted to criticize Lupine's teaching quality and didn't ask any questions."
"But he is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we have ever encountered." Dean obviously disagreed. Of course, he was not the only one, many classmates agreed.
"Quiet!" Snape raised his voice. "You are too easily satisfied! I think first-year students should be able to deal with red hats and Grindylow. Today, let me teach you something that third-year students should learn-"
As he spoke, he opened the book to the last chapter.
"Werewolf"
"But Professor, we haven't-" Hermione spoke again
"Miss Granger," Snape interrupted her. Then he said in a frighteningly calm voice, "If I remember correctly, it seems that I am teaching this class, not you."
"Now who can tell me how to distinguish a werewolf from a real wolf?" he then asked
Everyone sat motionless and silent. Only Hermione raised her arms again.
But Snape acted like he didn't see it. "Who can answer? No one?"
At this time, Ivey slowly raised his hand.
"You said" Snape looked at him
"Anyone who can walk upright is a werewolf"
"..." Snape looked at him blankly, "——it's one."
"It seems that it is unrealistic to expect you to correctly identify werewolves."
A slightly sarcastic remark made Hermione very dissatisfied. She was about to stand up immediately, but luckily Betty stopped her in time.
"Since you don't know, let's learn now. Open the textbook and copy the part about werewolves ten times. Give it to me after class."
....
Finally, the get out of class bell rang
"After we go back, each student should write a paper and give it to me. The content is how to identify and kill werewolves. At least two pages of parchment." After class was over, Snape did not let the students go. They made them whine and complain.
"He's taking revenge!" Ron said angrily.
"It's a good thing I didn't ask you to clean the toilet," Ivey comforted.
"You guys should go back first. I want to go to the library to find some astronomy information." Hermione dropped these words and ran away.
"Hey! When did you become so interested in astronomy?" Ron chased after him.
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the next day
The weather is very bad today. It's windy outside and the rain is getting heavier.
"Today's game will probably be difficult." Looking at the window covered with raindrops, Betty felt a little regretful, "Are we still going?"
She and Ivy are not Quidditch fans. Generally speaking, neither of them is willing to join in the fun when it comes to weather like this.
"Let's go~ The game will be fun to watch in this kind of weather." Ivey knows how exciting it will be.
"Has Harry gone to the pitch yet?"
"It should be. Anyway, when I woke up, his bed was empty." Ron replied while eating breakfast.
"It's not your first time on the court, are you so nervous?"
"I guess it was prompted by Wood. All the team members have been miserable recently."
"Haha - in the last year, Wood will work hard."
"It's a pity that we also made a lot of banners, but depending on the weather, we probably won't be able to use them."
"The banner is useless. And this weather is not good for Gryffindor."
"Why? Everyone is the same."
"Wear glasses and go out for a walk and you will know. Not to mention people, you can't even see the road clearly."
"Damn! What should I do? Is there no magic that can cure myopia?"
"It's too late to worry about this now. The game is about to start, let's leave quickly."
While they were chatting, most of the people in the restaurant had already left.
"That's right~ don't be late."
Several people rushed to the stadium
Affected by the weather, the road to the stadium became extremely difficult. The little wizards could only hold up umbrellas in front of themselves and push forward against the storm.
Ivey doesn’t want to complain, I can only say that Quidditch fans really love this sport. Fortunately, thanks to him, Ron and Hermione were covered by the shield held up by Ivey, so they didn’t have to touch them like other people.
Driving blindly.
When they arrived, it was just in time for the game to start. The strong wind and heavy rain did not dampen the enthusiasm of the audience. The stands were crowded with people, and cheers and cheers could not be heard. Dumbledore also came to the scene in person to prepare for the game.
Several people immediately separated and went to the stands of their respective colleges.
On the court, all the players were leaning over the brooms. Even so, they were swaying left and right in the strong wind, unable to stabilize their bodies. A small guy like Harry was even more shaky. The most important thing was his sight.
He was blocked. The rain hit the lenses, and his eyes were covered with white flowers. He almost bumped into other players several times.