It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 274 The One Who Believes in Harry
Harry looked even more bewildered.

"So what's the use of these?"

Hermione finally closed the book in her hand, she said solemnly.

"Let me know what to experience and what is needed to liberate an ethnic group correctly, let me understand how oppression arises, and what reasonable social structure can avoid oppression."

Harry blinked his eyes, which were a little watery from being too wide open.

"You still haven't given up on saving the house-elves?"

Hermione said calmly.

"I gave up."

"Then you still have"

"I gave up my completely unrealistic, ideal salvation." Hermione said softly, "I was too naive before, and I thought things were very simple, so I need to learn more."

She raised the book in her hand.

"There are very few studies on class, oppression, and society in the wizarding world, almost zero, but Muggles have explored them very deeply. I asked my father to buy these books for me overnight and send them over."

Harry didn't know what to say now, he finally understood why there was no sign of Hermione during the day yesterday, it turned out that she wrote to her father to buy books.

He didn't speak, but Hermione saw his original intention at this time.

"You want to ask me if I believe that you didn't sign up at all, and someone wanted to frame you? Of course I believe that, your appearance at that time can't deceive people, and your performance is much more shocking than ours."

Harry's mood was obviously much better, he sat next to Hermione, propped his face with his arms, and said with curled lips.

"There are people who believe me anyway, but Ron doesn't believe it, no matter what I tell him."

Hermione hesitated, but finally decided to speak.

"Actually, it's not that Ron doesn't believe it, he's just a little jealous of you."

Harry felt very absurd, he spread his hands and sneered.

"Is it jealous that I can be surrounded by people like a monkey? If he wants, I can give him all these treatments at any time!"

"Because you're always in the spotlight, and the best thing people can say about him is that he's a friend of 'Harry Potter'."

Hermione tilted her head and explained, "Ron is neither the biggest nor the youngest in his family, so he is actually the most neglected in the family. He is eager to be watched, praised and praised by others." Recognized. But he can only see all of these things from you, but he has never experienced them, making him always envious of you in private. Finally, when the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament confirmed the candidates yesterday, they completely broke out. "

Hermione's analysis made sense, but it made sense, and Harry still couldn't forgive Ron for it.

"If he wants to be that show-stopper, then he'll do it! I don't want to, why should he impose his own ideas on me!" Harry said angrily, "Anyway, I won't Just ignore him, unless he takes the initiative to apologize to me!"

They sat in the lounge for a while longer before Harry got up to leave for the owl shack.

"I'm going to write to Sirius and tell him what I've been through these days, so he can give me an idea," said Harry.

"If you have time later, you can go to Professor Forrest's office and talk to the professor again," Hermione reminded.

Harry nodded.

"Even if you don't say it, I do plan to visit the professor later."

Hermione was very satisfied with Harry's current performance, she said earnestly.

"I always feel that you have matured a lot after entering the fourth grade. If I were an adult, I would definitely praise you for growing up."

Harry's face turned red, these were actually Lily's ideas for him, if he was the only one, he would definitely not think of writing to Sirius or talking to Sherlock.

"Even if you are not an adult, you have already said so."

Hermione was noncommittal, she shrugged, spread the book on her lap again, and set her eyes on the book.

"Hurry up, I'm going to continue reading, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

They are separated from the common room.

Harry walked straight in the direction of the Owl Shack, not even in the mood for breakfast in the Great Hall.

Now as soon as he appeared among the Gryffindor students, he would immediately receive praise and applause from a large group of people, so even in the castle, he tried to avoid crowded places as much as possible.

He didn't use his own owl, Hedwig, to send the letter to Sirius. This snowy owl was so conspicuous among the dusty owls that anyone who flew out of Hogwarts would recognize it as him. letter.

In his last letter, Sirius specifically asked Harry not to use Hedwig to send letters next time. This time, he chose a public owl in the school.

Such behavior also aroused Hedwig's dissatisfaction.

It stood on Harry's shoulder, and conveyed its unhappiness to Harry through the strength of its paws, which made Harry grit his teeth and rub his shoulders while muttering aggrievedly.

"How can you even blame me? It's not my fault."

After posting the letter, Harry returned to the castle, this time heading straight for Sherlock's office.

Regarding the matter of being identified as the No.4 warrior last night, he had a lot of things to say in his heart. Hermione was reading a book and was not in the mood to listen to him, and Ron broke up with him again.

At this time, Sherlock is of course the best choice, and maybe he can give him some reasonable suggestions.

It's just that he stood in front of Sherlock's office door and knocked on the door several times without getting a response.

Just when he thought that Sherlock had something to go out today and was about to give up and go back to the lounge, a slender figure walked down the corner of the stairs.

"Harry? What do you want from me?"

Sherlock, who wanted to go out to find Silk to go for a walk by the Black Lake, but couldn't find anyone, happened to meet Harry who was just about to leave at this time.

Harry stopped in his tracks, moved aside for Sherlock to open the door.

"It's about the fact that I was selected as a warrior last night. I want to talk to the professor."

"You really should have a chat with me. Being selected as a warrior so suddenly, you shouldn't be dazzled, thinking that you have to perform well in the game to be worthy of the status of the No.4 warrior. ?”

Sherlock said casually as he led Harry into the office.

Not only was Harry not embarrassed by this, but his face was full of emotion.

"I haven't explained it yet, professor, you already believe that I didn't sign up for it myself?"

After entering the door, Sherlock took off his coat, just snapped his fingers lightly, and the door closed by itself.

"If you have this ability in the fourth grade, then Dumbledore should abdicate after you graduate."

(End of this chapter)