A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"I will arrange your broom, don't worry too much." Edward rubbed Hermione's long brown hair, "Okay, if you have nothing to do, go back and rest. You must be exhausted during this holiday."

"But I'm not interested in Quidditch at all -" Hermione wanted to say something else. At least she suggested that Harry received two Firebolts not because she wanted a broomstick, but because she wanted to ask Edward if he knew. Know who gave Harry the Firebolt.

After all, the origin of the second one is very strange.

Who would give Harry a Firebolt?

However, this was not something that Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor team, considered. As soon as he returned to school, he found Harry outside.

"Have you had a good Christmas?" he said, and then without waiting for Harry to answer, he sat down and said in a low voice: "Since the last game, you know, Harry, I have been thinking about it, and Christmas is not idle either. If the Dementors show up again during the next game... I mean... we can't let you... um..."

Wood stopped talking, looking embarrassed.

"I'm trying to get ready," Harry said quickly. "Professor Lupine said he would teach me how to fend off these dementors. We should be able to start this week. He said he would be free after Christmas."

"Ah!" Wood said, his expression brightening. "Well, in this case - I really don't want to lose a seeker like you, Harry." In fact, it would be difficult for him to find a seeker as good as Harry. Well, Harry is the youngest Seeker in a century, and he is also the Seeker appointed by Professor McGonagall. "By the way, have you ordered a new broomstick?"

"No," Harry said. Wood didn't know yet that he had gotten two new broomsticks.

"What! You'd better be faster, you know it - you're not going to compete with Ravenclaw on that broken meteor!"

"I got... um... a Firebolt for Christmas," Harry said hesitantly.

"Firebolt? That's a nice broomstick...wait! Firebolt! Seriously? A—real Firebolt?"

"Well, that's right." Harry said, "It...was given to me by one of my elders. He heard that my broom was broken during the competition." Harry thought it was best not to tell Wood It was given to him by Snape, and Wood would never like that.

"That's great! With the best seeker and the best broomstick, we will definitely win the Quidditch Silver Cup." Wood said with great confidence, and he left with strong confidence.

The next day, school started.Spending two hours on the playground on a cold January morning is the last thing anyone wants to do.But Hagrid made a big fire full of fire monsters for everyone's amusement, and the students had an unusually good lesson, collecting dead branches and leaves to keep the fire going, and the fire-loving lizards were burning Splintered, white-hot chunks of wood jumped up and down.

However, what everyone expected was definitely not the content of this lesson, but Hagrid.

He put on a dark trench coat that looked like wool, decorated with gold and red to represent Gryffindor, and there was an exquisite Gryffindor brooch on his left chest.

"Hagrid, why did you change into such...such clothes?" Hermione asked hesitantly during the break in class.

"Edward gave it to me. He gave me a big gift, and Fengya Wizard Clothing Store was willing to customize this outfit for me." Hagrid said vaguely, and he quickly turned around and continued to cook the salamanders. .

"It looks like Hagrid is finally willing to change out of his moleskin coat," Harry said. "Hagrid has been wearing that coat for at least ten years. I've seen it in photos many times."

"Maybe Hagrid bought a lot of them, and then put on a new one every winter." Ron suddenly thought.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, "How many coats can Hagrid's cabin hold?"

Ron fell silent.

They quickly finished their Care of Magical Creatures lesson and headed to the North Tower to start their first Divination lesson of the new term, but Hagrid's changes still lingered in their minds, and Hagrid actually started to dress up!

This is really a scary change.

But the first divination class was a complete disaster - for Harry, Professor Trelawney taught them to read their own palms, and lost no time in telling Harry that it was the shortest lifeline she had ever seen in her life.

"I have no doubt that I could die accidentally without leaving the classroom, Professor," Harry said deadpan, his tone like a stiff baguette.

But Professor Trelawney was happy.

After the Divination class was Defense Against the Dark Arts, one of Harry's favorite classes. After class, he reminded Professor Lupine about teaching him to defend against Dementors.

They made an appointment at eight o'clock on Thursday night in the History of Magic classroom. Lupine had to find a way to make Harry face his fears, but it was obviously unrealistic to bring a real dementor. Think of a safer way.

At eight o'clock on Thursday night, Lupine and Harry successfully met. Harry only brought his wand, while Lupine carried a large bag and placed it on the podium.

I don't think Professor Ribbins would care about this little thing. In fact, he doesn't care about anything. After all, he is dead.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"Another Boggart." Lupine said, taking off his cloak. "Since the last lesson, I have been searching throughout the castle. I was lucky enough to find this one hidden in Mr. Filch's filing cabinet. Boggart. It’s the closest thing to a real dementor we can get.”

Harry didn't have any problem with this. He was happy that Professor Lupin could find such a good substitute.

"Then..." Professor Lupine pulled out his wand and motioned Harry to do so...

Outside the History of Magic classroom, a figure slowly retreated.

"Did I feel wrong? I shouldn't..."

"Albus, what are you doing?" Edward met Dumbledore on the stairs, who was panting and climbing up.

"I want to go to the kitchen to see if there are any cookies left. You know, people like to eat sweet things as they get older." Dumbledore replied with a smile, "Edward, you also want to go to the kitchen for a walk." Circle?"

"No, I don't have this plan, I just plan to go to the Forbidden Forest." Edward looked past Dumbledore and looked through the stained glass window in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

"Do you think Blake might be hiding there?"

"It's just a guess."

"You are really looking more and more like a professor."

"Thank you."