A Hogwarts dissertation guide

For the next few days, everyone in school was talking about Blake.The theories about how he entered the castle became more and more mysterious: a Hufflepuff student named Hannah Abbott heard that Black could transform into a flowering bush, so she took the flower during their next Potions class. She spent a lot of time telling everyone who would listen.

The mangled portrait of the Lady had been removed from the wall, and in its place was that of Lord Cadogan and his fat gray pony.No one is happy about this.Sir Cadogan spent half his time challenging people to duels with him.The rest of the time was spent figuring out ridiculously complicated passwords, which he had to change at least twice a day.

However, Edward didn't care at all about this. He only suffered from the students of Gryffindor House, who had to force themselves to write down the passwords that had to be changed multiple times every day.

Sir Cadogan seemed to regard this job as his own honor and vowed to come up with a password that was 'excellent' enough, completely unaware of how much trouble he had caused everyone.

Especially Hermione, because of the time turner, her sense of time has become very weak - she can only have time to rush back and forth between classrooms, and she has been locked out of the common room several times - she has to wait Only when other students return to the common room can they go back with them.

"He's really crazy!" Hermione slammed the book on the table, "Can't we change someone?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other. They had rarely seen Hermione look like this. It seemed that Sir Cadogan had really made things difficult for her.

"None of the other portraits were willing to do this job, Percy said." Ron said. "They were all frightened by what happened to the Fat Lady. Sir Cadogan was the only one who stepped forward."

Compared to Hermione, Harry has had more terrible troubles recently, not only Sir Cadogan, but now he is under close surveillance, and the teachers find various excuses to walk with him in the corridors, including Percy Weasley ( (Harry guessed it was his mother's orders) followed him everywhere like an extremely airy guard dog.The most terrible thing was that Professor McGonagall called Harry into her office, and the look on her face made Harry think someone must have died.

"There's no need to hide it from you anymore, Potter," she said seriously. "I know this will come as a shock to you, but Black—"

"I know he's after me," Harry said wearily. "I heard Ron's dad tell his mom. Mr. Weasley works for the Ministry of Magic."

McGonagall seemed very surprised.She stared at Harry for a moment before saying, "I see! Well, then, Potter, you understand why I think it's not a good idea for you to practice Quidditch in the evening. On the pitch, With only your teammates around, you're very exposed, Potter—"

"We have our first game on Saturday!" Harry said, furious. "I must train, Professor!"

Professor McGonagall looked at him intently.Harry knew that she was extremely concerned about the future of the Gryffindor team, as she was the one who first suggested that Harry be Seeker.He waited, holding his breath nervously.

"Well..." Professor McGonagall stood up and stared at the Quidditch pitch outside the window, which was vaguely visible in the rain. "Well... God knows, I would like to see our team take home the trophy... But no matter what, Potter... I would be happier if a teacher was here. I asked Mrs. Hooch to supervise you. training.”

Harry became very worried: he was afraid that like last year, the Quidditch match was canceled due to force majeure. This was Oliver Wood's only chance to win the Quidditch Silver Cup!

They have worked very hard for this, and no one wants the Quidditch game to be canceled because of this.

The first Quidditch match is approaching, but the weather is getting worse.Fortunately, it was not canceled because of this, but Mrs. Hooch appeared on the field on time to supervise the training of the Gryffindor House team, and they worked harder than before.

On the eve of the competition, the wind and rain were fierce and stronger than before. The corridors and classrooms were dark, so we had to light more torches and lamps.

The next day was the Quidditch match, and Harry could hardly hold anything else in his mind, and Wood kept running to him during recess, constantly giving him hints.Harry had been listening with reluctance. When Harry felt a little bored and looked up at the clock, Harry realized that he was already 10 minutes late - the Defense Against the Dark Arts course had started 10 minutes ago.

So he ran away, while Wood shouted loudly behind him: "Digory's sudden turn is very fast, Harry, so you might as well try to find a way to entangle him..."

Harry stopped at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He thought that Professor Lupine would not blame him too much. He was so kind, and the relationship between them was not bad. He would never blame him for being late. get angry about something.

Opening the door, Harry rushed in.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor Lupine, I—"

However, it was not Professor Lupine who was looking at him from the podium, but Snape.

"This class started 15 minutes ago. Potter, I think you'd better need a clock to remind you to do the right thing at the right time."

Harry stood there, his mind filled with questions. Was he in the wrong classroom?Why is Professor Snape the teacher in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom?

"Why don't you go back to your seat?" Snape said, waving the textbook in his hand.

"Where is Professor Lupin?" Harry asked.

Snape frowned and smashed the textbook on the podium, "This is not something you should care about. Now, go back to your seat, Potter!"

But Harry stood still.

"What happened to Professor Lupine?"

"What's wrong with him?" Snape's black eyes shone, "He said he was too sick to attend class today. Didn't I tell you to sit down?"

Harry walked slowly to his desk and sat down, his mind filled with the image of Professor Lupin. He looked so healthy when he last saw him...

ah!What he said was that he needed to take the potion that Snape carefully brewed... His health must be in terrible shape...

Snape stood behind the podium, looking around the class, and finally his eyes fell on Harry.

"I don't know the class time... It seems that I know what to prepare for Christmas gifts this year..."

Snape had been waiting for Christmas for a long time. He wanted to give Harry a big surprise, but considering that there was an old bee in the castle, he had to continue to hide Lily's affairs.

But this did not stop Snape from fulfilling his responsibilities as a father.