Hogwarts Survival Sim

There was a moment of silence in the office, but it was quickly broken.

"Mr. Granger, would you like some cockroaches?"

Ethan also came back to his senses and shook his head repeatedly. He really disagreed with Dumbledore's taste.

"That's such a shame. I thought you would be interested in it since you guessed the password to the office correctly."

Only then did Ethan realize that he seemed to be a student who broke into the principal's office in the middle of the night.

"Sorry principal, I..."

It was difficult for him to give a reasonable explanation for his behavior.

"It won't happen again, Mr. Granger. Just be careful when you go back. I think you don't want to cause trouble to Mr. Filch."

Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing it was time for him to leave now.

"Professor Dumbledore, I have one last question."

"Speak, Mr. Granger."

"How does the Sorting Hat communicate with us, I mean, how does it get what it has to say into our heads?"

"This is indeed an interesting question, Mr. Granger." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It involves the branches and applications of telekinesis. Please forgive me for not being able to explain it to you. But I recommend you to take a look. This book."

With that said, Dumbledore handed Ethan a thick parchment book with a strange shape drawn in the middle of the cover, which Ethan could not recognize.

The title of the book is written in white ink on the left side: How to Become a Master of Thoughts.

"Thank you, Professor."

Ethan left holding the book.

Just after it left, the portraits on the wall suddenly came to life and started chattering.

One of them asked:

"Albus, is it him, the child from the ancient prophecy?"

Dumbledore didn't answer. He threw a pile of cockroaches into his mouth and chewed it happily.

After a long while, he said:

"Who knows?"

……

Time flies by like water.

Ethan is very busy recently, he is teaching Harry a new technique - locking technique.

Well, to be honest, he himself only had a vague understanding of it.But I believe it is enough to add a layer of safety to Harry on his out-of-control broomstick.

That's right, Quidditch season has begun.This Saturday, Harry will have his first game.

Harry felt helpless that Ethan was so concerned about his safety on the broom.

"Honestly, Ethan." He often complained during practice, "I'm a pretty good flyer. I really won't fall off my broom."

In response, Ethan could only respond with a faint smile.

He can't say that there is a two-faced monster named Quirrell who is ready to harm you during the game.

All in all, Harry had to lock himself to a violently shaking stick every morning, under the surprised gazes of Ron and Neville, until he felt dizzy.

This training continues until the day before the first game.

That evening, Harry hurried back to the common room.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Ron asked, "Did you get the book back?"

This morning, Snape deliberately made trouble and confiscated Hermione's "Quidditch Origins" borrowed from the library.

Harry lowered his voice and told them what he had just seen in the staff room.

"He must be trying to get past the three-headed dog!" he said excitedly, "Do you remember the night before Halloween, we saw him heading there on the way to rescue Hermione!"

"But," Hermione said hesitantly, "I mean, although he is not very good, he will not steal things that Professor Dumbledore is strictly guarding."

"I agree with Harry," Ron shook his head. "You always think too well of all professors, Hermione. Snape can do everything."

"What do you think, Ethan?"

Ethan put down the parchment that Dumbledore lent him, and he said calmly:

"I don't know, Harry. The truth is, you see only what you want to see, and you think only what you want to think."

"You said is there such a possibility? I mean it is possible."

"On Halloween, Snape discovered that someone was trying to steal the principal's things. He hurried to check the situation, but was accidentally bitten by a three-headed dog."

"That's impossible!" Harry retorted with excitement.

"Why is it impossible? Is it because Snape is mean to us?" Ethan asked.

Harry seemed to want to say something, but fell silent in the end.

Ethan stood up, patted Harry on the shoulder, and continued:

"But no matter what, there must be a reason for Snape to be there. I think someone might really be planning on that thing."

"So what is that thing?" Ron suddenly asked.

"Who knows?"

……

The next morning, Harry put all his questions behind him for the time being.

Because his first game is about to start.

"Don't be nervous, Harry." Seeing that he couldn't eat, Ethan poured him a glass of milk, "You have to believe in our training results."

Thinking of his recent inhumane training, Harry rolled his eyes at Ethan.

He took the sausage Seamus handed him and took a big bite.

At eleven o'clock, the stands around the Quidditch pitch were full.

Ethan and the others came to the highest row and sat together with Neville, Seamus and Dean.

Soon, the game begins.

A series of red and green figures soared into the sky, intertwining with each other in an instant.

Through the telescope, Ethan could vaguely see Harry wandering lightly high in the sky, looking for traces of the Golden Snitch.

"Borrow the light, borrow the light, give way." Hagrid's rough voice sounded from behind.

Ethan moved towards Hermione, letting Hagrid sit between Ron and himself.

"Hagrid, why are you here?"

"I just watched it in my cabin, but it's more atmospheric to watch it live."

"Wait a minute - is that the Snitch?" Lee Jordan's voice suddenly became louder.

The Golden Snitch flew past the ear of Slytherin's Chaser, Derrian Pusey.

Harry and his rival both spotted it and, side by side, they raced toward the Snitch.

"Yes, they found it, Harry and Higgins are rushing towards it! But Harry is faster, in fact he is very close to the Snitch!"

Everyone was staring at the two chasers attentively, when a huge figure hit Harry from the side.

"Someone rushed towards Harry! It was Flint! Was he planning to use foul play to prevent Harry from getting the Golden Snitch? This despicable and shameful..."

"Jordan!"

Lee Jordan's angrily explanation was interrupted by Professor McGonagall, although no one cared.

Through the corner of his eye, Harry could see that the Slytherin captain, Flint, who seemed to have troll blood, was about to knock him away with his bulky and strong body.

He suddenly had the illusion that a thick branch of the Whomping Willow was coming towards him.

He subconsciously shrank down, then jerked up again.

"Did it, Harry escaped Flint's impact! What is that? Zigzag flying? Not only did Flint not hit Harry, but he knocked his own Seeker away!"

"Got it! Harry Potter got the Golden Snitch! Gryffindor won!" Lee Jordan shouted excitedly in the commentary room.All the Gryffindor students stood up excitedly.

And in the stands opposite Ethan and the others, Quirrell was sitting there with a blank look on his face.

"???"

"You've already finished it before I even started?"