Hogwarts Blood Curse Martial Arts

"That's right, you're almost finished reading the third volume, right?" Hermione asked, yawning.

"Well, there's still the last half chapter left. I didn't expect the gap between the original destiny and reality to be so big." Harry was a little lucky. Without Chen Bin's help, Sirius would have continued to be busy in the world.

"Harry, I think it's time to give you the full synopsis of Book 4, so that you can skip Book 4 first and catch up later. Book 5 is now the most important for us. important."

"Sure enough, you read the complete fourth volume last year." Harry said with a dissatisfied tone, as if I was telling you all the prophecies, but you were hiding it from both of us.

Hermione knew she was in the wrong and said awkwardly: "You don't know how much pressure I was under at that time..."

Then, she briefly talked about the process of being targeted by Dumbledore, and how she was worried about how many important fates she had ruined that could not be changed, etc.

After hearing about these psychological pressures, Harry could no longer be angry with Hermione. If it were him, he would probably go crazy or surrender directly to Dumbledore.

"...That's it..." Hermione stretched.

"You're so sleepy, why not start talking about volume 4 tomorrow!" Harry couldn't bear her to force herself on like this.

"No, tomorrow is Saturday. I have to review and train all day. Anyway, I don't have to go to class tomorrow. We can talk later tonight."

Hermione then briefly stated the differences between Book 4 and reality.

Her words were very concise, almost like a process guide, without any sloppiness, and she even spoke dryly.

However, the more Harry listened, the wider his mouth opened.

He didn't expect that the humble mouse would become the driving force behind Voldemort's resurrection, and that the original warrior would be Cedric, who ended up dying in front of him.

It took Harry an hour to listen to the summary, but Hermione was already so sleepy that she was close to falling asleep. "It's almost time. I'm going to wash up and go to bed. Good night."

"Good night." Harry thanked Hermione for her efforts. Although her original intention was to pursue Chen Bin, it was Harry himself who benefited.

Hermione packed up the books on the table, handed her homework to Harry, and then walked towards the stairs leading to the girls' dormitory.

The next morning, Harry got up earlier than usual because he had seen today's prophecy last night.

After opening the fifth volume last night, a warning appeared in the book. Unless Ron and Hermione were engraved with the Occlumency Blood Curse, they could not share information about Voldemort with them.

However, only Chen Bin and Kate in the whole castle knew about this blood curse, but they also asked for leave. Fortunately, until now, he has not seen any important prophecies related to Voldemort, so he is not afraid to share the entire book with Ron and Hermione just yet.

He has already summarized the approximate scope of changes in the prophecy book, that is, characters that are not closely related to Chen Bin are basically still following the trajectory of their original destiny.

This means that as long as he wakes up first today, he will meet Qiu Zhang in the owl loft.

Originally, he had no intention of writing to Sirius today because the two of them had already exchanged two letters this week.

In order to meet Qiu Zhang, he decided to write a thank-you letter to sister Yisha.

Harry knew that the reason why he was not driven crazy by homework now was entirely due to Hermione's changes. The realistic Hermione was already a lot more realistic, and it was not like the prophecy book that prohibited them from referring to her homework.

Because of this, he has more time to review, train and read prophecy books, and his learning speed is much faster than before. Doing his own homework can certainly improve his creativity, but it is too time-consuming, and he does not agree that the ability to create can improve his magical knowledge and strength.

On the contrary, with Hermione's standard answers, he could avoid more detours and have more time to prepare for the exam. Unless he aspires to be a pioneering scholar or technician, Harry doesn't think he is suitable for this kind of learning method that involves going around a long way to get the answer.

As long as he does not copy the answers, but digests, absorbs and deduces them, his progress will be significantly faster than last semester.

After quickly writing a letter of thanks, Harry tidied up his appearance in the dormitory, and then walked towards the Owlery.

As predicted, he met the almost headless Nick in the corridor and told him that if he took the original path, he would encounter Peeves' prank.

Follow the prompts and turn left, and sure enough you see the skinny Mrs. Norris (Filch's cat).

All this made Harry feel very fresh and interesting, as if he could predict everything.

Its yellow eyes stared at Harry for a moment, then ducked behind the statue.

"I didn't do anything bad!" Harry shouted after it, and then couldn't help laughing. He was not sure whether Chen Bin, who had the ability to predict, had always maintained this kind of mentality of playing with the world?

Anyway, Harry was having a great time.

As he entered the shed, criss-crossing rays of sunlight streamed into the circular room. Hundreds of restless owls were perched on the rafters. Harry found Hedwig among them and called her down to bring the letter.

"Yes, I know it's Sister Isha who is written outside." Harry took the letter to it and held it in his mouth. "But her full name is Isabel Naama, the mistress of the Naama Castle you visited before."

Watching Hedwig fly out of the window, Harry waited quietly for Cho Chang's arrival.

However, after waiting and waiting, Qiu Zhang did come, but when he looked out the window, there was no strange horse with black wings flying!

"Hello." A weak female voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Hello, Zhang." Harry greeted nervously.

There was silence, and the two of them said no more.

Harry was waiting for her to gasp out that she didn't expect anyone to come so early, and had only remembered five minutes ago that it was her mother's birthday.

Qiu Zhang was indeed panting, but she chose the school's barn owl with a cold face and regarded Harry as nothing.

Harry is so embarrassed that he has cancer. Why doesn't Cho Chang follow the prophecy?

As Chen Bin once said, can a living person suffocate to death? Harry thought of this and skipped the topic of the package.

"Zhang, the weather is really nice." He pointed out the window.

"Yes." Qiu Zhang said while looking at the owl.

Embarrassed again, Harry clearly remembered her taking the initiative to talk about Quidditch.

If she doesn't say it, then Harry will. "Zhang, the weather is just right for playing Quidditch. Have you been out this week?"

"No." Qiu Zhang chose an owl from the school and tied a package around its feet.

She still hadn't talked about Gryffindor's new keeper.

"Zhang..." Harry still wanted to strike up a conversation, but Qiu Zhang said coldly: "I'm leaving first, Potter."

Without giving him a chance to continue, Qiu Zhang trotted away.

Harry stared blankly at her disappearing back, why was it different from the prophecy?

The shed door was pushed open again. Filch burst in with an unusually fierce look on his face, followed by Mrs. Norris at his heels.

When he saw Harry, his expression immediately softened and he smiled: "Potter, morning."

"Morning, Mr. Filch."

Filch and Mrs. Norris took a tour here and then walked out.

All this is completely different from the prediction! Obviously Filch would think that he would order a large number of dung eggs, and then Qiu Zhang came to the rescue for him, but nothing happened, and Filch even got a yellow-toothed smile.

Harry came to the Great Hall with a puzzled look on his face and sat next to Hermione.

"Do you want me to practice with you before training to get a better feel for the ball?" Harry asked.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked in confusion: "I was so invincible yesterday, do I still need to practice in advance?"

"Everything has changed!" Harry grabbed his hair in annoyance. It was obviously a wonderful encounter and he had made preparations in advance. Why did it get messed up, even worse than the original fate?

Hermione looked away from the textbook on the table and asked curiously: "What has changed?"

At this moment, a long-eared owl landed next to the sugar bowl with the "Daily Prophet" in its mouth and stretched out one leg.

Hermione slipped a copper nut into its leather purse and took the newspaper.

Then the owl flapped its wings and flew away.

"The owl hasn't changed, but a lot of things have changed too." Harry's meaningless words aroused the curiosity of the two of them.

Under the joint pressure of the two, Harry told the whole thing.

Ron also looked puzzled after hearing this, but Hermione lay on the newspaper and laughed.

"You know the reason, don't you?" Harry saw her reaction and immediately guessed that the reason must be ridiculous.

After laughing, Hermione wiped her tears and said, "I haven't laughed so excitedly for a long time... Haha, you are really... Hahaha..."

"Okay, enough laughing and satisfying your appetite, right?" Harry blushed with anger.

"Hey, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Ron joked: "You told Hermione about your crush on Cho Chang last year, but you kept it secret from me. Am I angry?"

"Okay, the answer is very simple." Hermione also put away her smile and pretended to be serious: "First, I went to the library to check the information not long after school started. The magical animal you can't see is called the Thestral. It must be You can only see it after watching the death process of others. You didn't see Cedric's death last year, so naturally you won't see the Thestral this year."

[Note: Harry in the original novel clearly witnessed his parents being killed, but only saw the Thestral after witnessing Cedric's death. Some fans and encyclopedias add that Harry as a baby did not understand the meaning of death, so that time does not count. Since the original works, fans, and encyclopedias also adopt the same setting, I will follow the mainstream. 】

Harry opened his mouth, but decided not to interrupt.

"Second, Filch has a very good relationship with Bin, which can be described as worship. He knows that Bin and you are very friendly friends, so even if he suspects you or knows that it was you who did it, as long as he is not involved in the crime on the spot, If I get it, I will definitely let you go. That friendly smile and greeting you first are the best proof. He has no hostility towards you at all. This kind of treatment is only enjoyed by Dumbledore and Bin, and you are the third person."

Having said this, Hermione deliberately drank her coffee slowly and glanced at the newspaper.

"You know I'm still waiting for the most important answer." Harry gritted his teeth. It's been a long time since he saw Hermione deliberately causing trouble, but there was nothing she could do about it every time.

"Ah, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me." Hermione pretended to remember it now and smiled: "Potter, do you really want to know the answer?"

"I think." Harry nodded.

"Potter, Cho Chang is not angry." Hermione said with a sly smile.

"Really?" Harry immediately became happy.

"Potter, it's true. Potter, she has given you a hint, can't you hear it?" Hermione continued to hold back her laughter.

"When did she give me the hint?" Harry was confused, and then asked: "Also, why do you always call me by my last name?"

Ron also thought of the answer. "I know, listen to me..."