A Hogwarts dissertation guide

The Easter holidays weren't exactly relaxing, there had never been so much homework for third graders, and Neville seemed to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and he wasn't the only one.

"Is this a holiday!?" shouted Seamus Finnigan in the common room one afternoon. "Exams are still far away. What are they doing?"

But no one is as busy as Hermione. Even if she doesn't take Divination classes, she takes more classes than anyone else. Harry and Ron have never been able to figure out how she can take so many classes a week.

She was always the last to leave the common room at night and the first in the library the next morning, already with shadows under her eyes like Lupin's.

Things seem to be improving for Buckbeak again. Hagrid received a letter from the Ministry of Magic, hoping that he can appeal again. This time the committee will fully consider Hagrid's wishes, and hope that Hagrid can be more prepared. They There needs to be something substantively meaningful, not hemming and hawing statements.

Ron had something to do with the second trial. When he wasn't doing his homework, he was concentrating on reading thick files. The titles of these files include: "Hippogriff Psychological Manual", "Poultry or Poultry" Monster? ”, “Research on the Savagery of Hippogriffs”, etc.He was so immersed in it that he even looked at his pet Banban who had to take care of him.

It looked like it had reached the end of its life, but considering that it had been in the Weasley family for over ten years, it didn't seem so hard to accept.

Although Ron kept saying that he wished Scabbers would die soon so that his mother could give him an owl, Harry could clearly see the sadness in Ron's eyes when he caught a glimpse of Scabbers, and it would be a lie to say he had no emotion. , but the hair on Banban’s body is getting less and less.

All this seems to indicate Banban's death.

But Harry couldn't care less at this time, because he had to squeeze in time to do homework after daily Quidditch training, not to mention endless discussions on tactics with Wood.The Gryffindor-Slytherin match is played on the first Saturday after Easter.Slytherin must lead the tour by no more than two hundred points.

This means that in order to win the Quidditch Silver Cup, they must score more than this number.The main burden of scoring falls on Harry, because catching the Golden Snitch can get 150 points.

"So you must only catch it when we are leading by more than fifty points outside." Wood kept telling Harry, "It can only be when we are leading by more than fifty points, Harry, otherwise we will win the game, but we won't win the game." Not a trophy. You have to do that, right? If we get over 50 points, you have to—"

"I know, Oliver!" Harry shouted.

He had heard Wood's words no less than ten times, and Harry could almost repeat them.

However, compared with Harry's pain, No. 12 Grimmauld Place was immersed in celebration, and the whole house was celebrating the arrival of its new owner.

"James Potter... you are a pure-blooded scum, just like my useless son..." A portrait at the entrance to the first floor spat shamelessly, scolding the black-haired man who walked into the living room.

"Aunt Walburga, you're still like this, but what's wrong with this portrait of yours? Why are you painted so ugly?" James Potter sat down on the sofa, stirring up a burst of dust.

"This is none of your business, you traitors—where's that traitor of mine? Don't tell me that he's also—"

"Sirius is still alive, but he can't come back for the time being." James said with a smile. He stood up from the sofa in disgust, "It seems that this place needs a good cleaning."

"Let's start with you."

James said as he covered the portrait with a moldy stall. His body suddenly stiffened. Several figures walked past the door. Although James knew they couldn't get in, he still tensed subconsciously.

"Is it an Auror? I didn't expect to detect someone breaking into the Black mansion so quickly."

James sighed, "If the house in Godric's Hollow hadn't been blown up, I wouldn't be here."

He walked to the glass window and looked at the figures at the door. They were wearing the uniforms of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Action Team, and they looked warily at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, which was not visible in front of him.

In fact, even if they pressed their eyes to the window, they would not be aware of its existence at all.

James stopped in front of the glass window and thought for a while. He stepped forward, walked through the long and gloomy foyer, carefully avoiding the chandelier that might fall at any time, and pushed open the heavy door.

"Are you looking for me?"

The Aurors paused, and they stared at No. 11, which suddenly appeared out of nowhere between No. 13 and No. 12. The dirty walls and gloomy windows above made them shudder.

But after just a trance, they took out their wands almost at the same time.

"Hands up, wand down."

"Okay, okay, I don't have a wand in my hand at all." James smiled and waved to the Aurors, "But I think my magic must be stored in the Ministry of Magic. Maybe we can..."

"James?" An Auror took off his hood, revealing a black, reflective head.

"Kingsley?" James looked at the bald man in front of him in surprise and stared at him, "I didn't expect to see you here. I thought I would see you first -"

"Are you so unhappy to see me?" Kingsley put away his wand and walked towards James with open arms.

"If you don't put down your wands, don't you recognize who he is?" Kingsley said with a smile, "This is the hero of the wizarding world - the father of Harry Potter."

James and Kingsley hugged each other, and he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he heard the words from Kingsley's mouth.

When did he need to be introduced as Harry Potter's father?

Wasn't he best known for his bravery against Voldemort and the Death Eaters?

The world in 12 years will be so unfriendly!

"James, what is going on?" Kingsley asked in James Potter's ear while they were hugging.

Big bald head, full of questions.

"It's a long story, but can you take me to find my wand first?" James let go of Kingsley, waved his hand and said, "It's really inconvenient not to have a wand."

"Of course, no problem," Kingsley nodded, "after the Ministry confirms your identity."

"Okay, but do it as quickly as possible." James said. He grabbed Kingsley's arm and prepared to apparate very cooperatively - of course Kingsley took him.