A Hogwarts dissertation guide

This Quidditch match undoubtedly caused huge damage - not only to Harry, but also to the school. The Whomping Willow was severely injured by Harry's Nimbus 2000. It was destroyed last year. Mr. Weasley was hit once by his car and again this year by Harry's broom.

If the Whomping Willow could talk, it would harshly condemn Harry and Ron. It was all their fault!

But Harry didn't care about this, because he had to stay in the school hospital until the weekend, and also lost his first and only broomstick, which meant that he would probably not be able to participate in the next Quidditch match- —The game was over, of course, as Hufflepuff's Seeker Cedric Diggory caught the Snitch and won the game by a huge margin.

Gryffindor has been eliminated by Hufflepuff.

Many people came to visit Harry, trying to cheer him up. Hagrid gave Harry a large bouquet of centipede flowers, which looked like yellow cabbage.Ginny Weasley, who returned to school this semester, also came to visit Harry. She was blushing when she came to see Harry and gave him a homemade get well card. If Harry didn't close the card and Press it under a dish or piece of fruit, and it will start singing a high-pitched song.

The members of the Gryffindor student team also came to see Harry, just the day before Harry was to be discharged from the hospital. However, compared to the rosy-looking Harry, they all agreed that Wood needed to recuperate in the school hospital more than Harry. The voice was hollow and lifeless, like a zombie.

However, he still forced himself to tell Harry that he didn't blame Harry at all.

This made Harry feel a little uncomfortable. They had trained so hard and hoped that Wood could win the Quidditch Silver Cup in his final year, but he lost it because he was frightened by the Dementors and fell off his broom. .

Harry felt disgusted and humiliated when he thought of dementors. Everyone said they were scary, but no one was like him. They fainted when they came near...

Harry was even considering consulting Professor Edward Rumple on how to overcome his dementors after he was discharged from the hospital.

But due to their stalemate relationship last semester, Harry didn't really want to seek Edward's help.So, he set his sights on Professor Luping. Their previous relationship was pretty good, wasn't it?

After all, he is also a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, maybe he can teach himself how to deal with dementors with both hands?

On Monday, Harry returned to the hustle and bustle of school.Goyle and Crabbe imitated Harry falling off his broom, which they seemed to think was a good way to humiliate Harry.

In Potions class, Goyle and Crabbe made little noises while taunting Harry.But before Harry could speak, the two of them were severely scolded by Snape.

"Goyle, Crabbe, what are you doing?" Snape's cold voice sounded in the classroom, "I'm not watching two drunkards showing off their attitude in some unknown small bar, right?"

"Sorry, Professor, we didn't mean it." Goyle and Crabbe said in low voices, they did not dare to raise their heads.

"Oh, why don't you come up to the podium? As your headmaster, I would be happy to see you show your dancing skills to everyone." Snape slapped his palms heavily on the podium, and then slowly walked off the podium. .

"You guys, get up."

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other with despair in their eyes.

But Snape didn't give them a chance to argue.

So Goyle and Crabbe were like two funny monkeys, clumsily acting out their previous actions on the podium.

Harry watched their antics with relief, and suddenly he seemed to have seen something and turned to look at Professor Snape aside, only to see Professor Snape staring at him as well.

That look... is inexplicably gentle...

Harry didn't know how to describe that look, but it made him very warm, as if... just like his father James in his memory...

He immediately shook this ridiculous thought out of his head. Snape was the old bat of Slytherin House. Although he was pretty good to him during this period, he was Harry Potter. How could he have such a ridiculous thought? What about thoughts?

Snape stared at Harry thoughtfully for a while, completely unaware that Goyle and Crabbe's 'show' had ended.Goyle and Crabbe were staring at him, but Snape was staring at Harry.

As a result, a funny scene occurred. Everyone followed the gazes of Goyle and Crabbe and stared at Snape, and then followed Snape's gaze and stared at Harry.

Suddenly becoming the focus of the entire classroom made Harry a little embarrassed. His face turned red with embarrassment, which was even more embarrassing than being visited by a bunch of friends in the school hospital.

"Ahem, Professor, what should we do next?" Harry coughed lightly, pretending to be carefully brewing the potion, and did not notice anything strange in the classroom.

The sound seemed to make Snape suddenly calm down. He just glanced at Harry's cauldron and the table and said, "You should chop up the daisy roots, then take a third of a tablespoon and add it to the cauldron. Then stir one-half turn counterclockwise, then three turns clockwise.”

"Okay, Professor." Harry nodded, picked up the knife on the side and started to work on the root of the daisy.

"Why don't you continue brewing your potion?" Snape stood up and said coldly, "At the end of class, everyone must bring your potion to the podium for inspection. Those who fail will be written A report on why the cooking failed."

Now the students in the classroom became serious and stopped staring at Harry.

Goyle and Crabbe looked at each other in despair. When they went on stage to 'perform', they clearly saw bursts of green smoke coming out of the cauldron on their table - there was no doubt that their potion had been It was a complete failure, and the remaining time in class was obviously not enough for them to brew another potion.

After Potions class, Harry was clearing his desk. Ron came to Harry with his cauldron, "Did you see it? I bet the bottom of Neville's pot is not as dark as their faces."

"Is Neville's cauldron a new one? Did he burn out another cauldron last week?" Harry raised his eyes and glanced at Neville, who was sorting things on the table next to him. His cauldron was clearly shining with the unique color of brass. gloss.

"Well, that's not important," said Ron. "The important thing is, have you seen the expressions on Goyle and Crabbe's faces? I dare say they will never dare to mess with you again."

"Oh." Harry said. He quickly put away his things and prepared to leave for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He eagerly hoped to see Professor Lupine in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and hoped to learn from him about how to deal with the Possession. Strange method.