"There is a Quidditch match after the final exams. We play against Gryffindor..."
"Do you think we can win?" Haylis asked, not wanting to keep the topic on the two of them. She had been keenly aware that Joel did not want to bring the relationship between the two closer, so her words were inevitably a bit sour.
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"Of course," Joel raised his eyebrows, "Eddie and Qiu are very strong."
"Speaking of the two of them, I have to thank you," Joel deflected the topic, "The last time Eddie and Allen had a cold war..."
Haylis used her fingers to hook the broken hair behind her ears, revealing her fair profile, "I just mentioned it in front of Qiu, but unexpectedly she took Eddie and ran to the Black Lake to watch the scenery and relax."
"Ever since that Quidditch match, Qiu has been paying close attention to Eddie..." Haylis unknowingly took the topic to a strange direction, and her cheeks turned pink when she reacted.
Joel sighed. Thirteen-year-old Western children are in love. Children are sensitive and suspicious about "like". Any pair of men and women who have a slightly closer relationship will cause them to have heated discussions. Joel can understand this.
, he can also understand Hailis’s thoughts, he is not a fool.
He stretched out his hand to rub Hailes' head, "You..." Joel hesitated for a moment, then met Hailes' clear and somewhat timid eyes, "You're still too young, really Hailes, emotional
Giving is not a child's play, calm down and think it over carefully, and give me some time."
"You definitely don't want to regret finding an unsatisfactory boyfriend," Joel pointed out directly, "I'm not the kind of person who is sentimental. Changing girlfriends is like changing robes. We both need to be more cautious. Okay.
?”
After hearing this, Hailis raised her little head, nodded repeatedly, her high ponytail swaying and blinking.
"Then go back quickly," Joel chuckled, and Hailis's face felt a little hot when she saw her handsome appearance. "Let's go to the library together tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah!" Haylis responded, her eyes curved into crescent shapes, and her eyes were full of smiles.
Early the next morning, Joel woke up with pain. Although Professor Quirrell didn't hit him hard last night, Joel's body was too fragile and he fell to the ground again and again. Every part of his back, back and thighs were sore.
He was too lazy to get out of bed to eat, so he raised his head from the quilt and wanted to find Eddie, the food carrier in the dormitory.
Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I saw Sergey, who was sitting on the bed making up the quilt.
"Huh?" Joel just woke up and his head was still a little dazed, "You're back?"
"Well," Sergey responded and then stopped talking. He looked haggard and mentally weak. He saw Joel's eyes sweeping over Eddie's bed, then pursed his lips and said, "I met them both in the auditorium.
, I heard that I am going to the Quidditch pitch to practice receiving the ball."
"Ah..." Joel's eyebrows drooped, his head resting on the back of his hands with a sad look on his face, like a golden retriever.
He couldn't sleep even after returning to the cage. He had made an appointment with Hailis last night to go to the library to read, so he could only get up slowly and put on his robe.
"By the way, why did you take leave to go home?" Joel's head was stuffed under his black robe, and he spoke in a low voice, "It's almost the final exam."
I don’t know if it was the trip to sell gold in the Soviet Union that made Sergey trust Joel. He actually answered this question seriously, “I usually live with my grandfather. Not long after I entered Hogwarts, my grandfather
He is seriously ill and cannot be cured by any treatment, but he can still stay alive with continued treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital."
"The cost of treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital was very high. Until my grandfather passed away last autumn, my family was completely depleted and I owed thousands of galleons in debt."
"Then what?" Joel stuck his head out of his robe, "I remember you made a lot of money, right? A few thousand galleons should be paid back quickly."
"My dad is back from the United States," Sergey sneered, his eyes a little red, "He owed thousands of galleons in a casino over there. He originally wanted to come back and sell off his property to pay back the money, but unexpectedly his family
All the money was spent on medical treatment.”
"He wants to sell the Rowe ancestral house." Sergey lowered his head and took off the quilt. Now that the weather is getting hotter, there is no need to cover himself with a thick winter quilt. "If we didn't owe Gringotts money, and the goblins
Wanting this mortgage property to be sold to them instead of the Americans, I didn't even know about it at Hogwarts."
"If you need help, just ask." Joel said softly. Only then did he know the reason why Sergey took leave to go home.
Sergey sniffed, "Definitely...but don't tell Allen and the others, it's not necessary."
"I know." Joel nodded.
While Haylis was reviewing for her final exam recently, she was also studying the problem of how stuttering patients cast spells. Joel always felt that he had led Hayley astray, but after a few words of advice, he found that Hayley didn't listen.
Once after the Charms class, she actually approached Professor Flitwick and asked this question, which stumped the little Professor Flitwick.
At seven o'clock on Saturdays these two weeks, Joel will go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office on the third floor of the castle on time, where he will receive dueling instruction from Professor Quirrell.
Apart from this, Professor Quirrell did not communicate with him about other issues, but Joel knew that Professor Quirrell's attitude towards him was different from others. Based on his own life experience, an answer was ready to come out.
He is Voldemort's child.
When Joel thought about this answer, he couldn't believe it. In the original book, Voldemort had almost no emotional connections, and there was only one fanatical believer, Bellatrix.
Was there some kind of chaos in the world when he traveled through time?
This shocking answer made Joel confused during the week of final exams. He looked at his hair, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that his light brown hair was gradually getting darker, turning towards dark black hair.
The grueling final exam was finally over, and Joel was sure he had written down the 1637 werewolf code of conduct incorrectly, as well as astronomy, and the star chart he drew was a complete mess.
It is estimated that it will be difficult to get all O's this year, but Joel cares more about his identity than his grades.
On the Saturday morning after the final exam, Joel gently knocked on the door of Professor Quirrell's office.
After getting permission, Joel opened the door and walked in. Professor Quirrell was grading papers. The purple turban was wrapped loosely behind his head. Joel was frightened to see what was behind the turban. There was no doubt about it.
"Joel, what's the matter?" Quirrell's tone was slightly familiar.
"Professor," Joel closed the door of the office and walked in front of Professor Quirrell, "how much do you know about my parents?"
Professor Quirrell raised his head, his eyes emotionless.