A sharp Hogwarts

Someone has said that a person's greatest sense of accomplishment comes from successfully resisting fate.

Dalia didn't know who said this, but she agreed with it now - she was very happy.

Under her deliberate interference, the plot of the midnight duel disappeared, which undoubtedly slapped fate hard.

Hogwarts suddenly became cute and relaxed with the "main quest" removed.

What magic stone, what three-headed dog, what Quirrell...

Let Dumbledore give these things a headache. She can now enjoy normal school time with peace of mind.

"Go ahead and try it, Harry—don't hesitate."

Leaving Hogwarts Great Hall, Ron was still encouraging Harry.

"Quidditch is awesome. It's the best sport in the world. You're going to love it."

"Yes, have more confidence...you're a much better flyer than Malfoy, aren't you?"

Dalia patted Harry on the shoulder. She knew Harry's flying talent best - in Professor Snape's words, this was Potter's cub.

"Professor McGonagall and Wood are right about the wrong person, Harry, you will definitely surprise everyone!"

"But I've never played Quidditch, what if I make a fool of myself?"

Harry said worriedly, he was not intimidated by George and Fred, he was more worried that he had failed everyone's expectations.

You know, he hasn't figured out the rules of Quidditch until now - Malfoy started touching a broom when he was four years old, and he was in the sky for less than 10 minutes. The game is not just about flying fast and being flexible. Okay, Harry occasionally heard Uncle Vernon commenting on football, and he knew the importance of skill and experience.

Although he hated to admit it, Harry didn't think he could surpass Charlie Weasley, and...

"You're not going to make a fool of yourself, Harry, you're genetically gifted."

At this moment, Hermione came up from behind holding her textbook and raised her eyebrows.

She led several people to the prize display room, stopped in front of a display window filled with golden shield medals, and pointed.

"Wow--"

Ron opened his mouth in surprise and looked at the golden FMVP medal.

"Harry, you never said your dad was a Seeker too!"

"I don't know either." Harry shook his head.

His eyes fell on the medal, [James Potter, Seeker, 1972]

This was the first time he saw his father's belongings with his own eyes. Apart from Gringotts' vault, it was the first time he saw traces of his parents in the wizarding world.

"You should know--"

The voice of Oliver Wood, the current captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch House team, sounded behind Harry.

"James Potter is one of the top three players in Gryffindor history, but after he won the championship in his second year, he became a Chaser."

"I heard that he felt that the Seeker was too easy, and he wanted to challenge the Gryffindor legend - but failed, and he did not maintain the winning streak."

"The second one is Charlie -" Wood walked to the other side of the display window and stopped, "He led the team to win four trophies during his time in school."

"Four times?!"

Harry's eyes widened. This time it was his turn to envy Ron.

"You never said your brother was so powerful!"

"Yeah, but since Charlie left, Gryffindor House hasn't won a single victory..."

Ron muttered, looking a little depressed, "Fred and George didn't even mention Quidditch during the entire summer last year."

However, Ron's words were obviously more lethal to Wood.

The smile on the handsome senior's face disappeared almost instantly.

Last year, Gryffindor House suffered an unprecedented defeat. They were beaten by Slytherin by nearly [-] points.

"James Potter is third, Charlie Weasley is second...then who is the first in Gryffindor history?"

At this moment, Hermione suddenly turned her head curiously, looked at Wood, and asked with a frown.

"What you just said...the Gryffindor legend - he seems to be the Chaser?"

"Uh - won six consecutive championships, creating the longest winning streak in the history of Gryffindor and even Hogwarts."

Oliver Wood nodded and raised his hand to point to the letters "Gryffindor" with a strange expression.

Everyone looked in the direction of her finger and saw a small, strange-looking golden medal at the top.

It looked like several medals stacked on top of each other, and they could see the edges at the back that looked like book pages.

As for the name neatly engraved in the center of the golden medal...

【Minerva

M?Gonagall]

…………

"Okay, now I understand why Professor McGonagall is so lenient."

After a while, the four people left the prize display room, each of them looking a little dazed.

As Ron went up the stairs, he looked at Harry and said, "Professor McGonagall wishes she could go on the field and play ball, right?"

It was rare that Hermione didn't express a different opinion. Apparently she silently agreed with Ron's statement in her heart.

President of the Girl Student Union, the legendary creator of Gryffindor's six consecutive championships... Hermione suddenly felt the pressure doubled, and it seemed that it would be difficult for her to surpass the professor.

No one noticed that Dalia fell silent from the moment Wood appeared.

Or maybe it was earlier, when Hermione suddenly appeared and led them to the trophy display room.

From that moment on, Dalia felt a very strong sense of déjà vu—she always felt as if she had overlooked something...

"Speaking of which...is this really the staircase leading back to the dormitory?"

Harry looked around and asked with some uncertainty, "Is this the shortcut Fred and George told you about?"

"Eh?" Ron blinked in confusion, "I've been following Stinky Tofu—"

Yeqi has an amazing sense of direction, which is a racial talent that does not require training.

Since the arrival of Little Yeqi, Dalia and others have never gotten lost in the castle again.

"But……"

Dalia came back to her senses and looked at Ron with a strange expression.

"Stinky Tofu is still resting in the school infirmary. Madam Pomfrey said she would ask Professor Keltburn to take a look at it later."

"what?!"

Ron was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that there was no shaking little piece of paper in front of him.

"Then where are we now-"

At this moment, the stairs suddenly moved.

The four of them quickly grabbed the railing on the side to prevent themselves from falling. Percy said that some people had broken their legs in the past.

"What happened?!"

"The stairs here will change, have you forgotten?"

Hermione grabbed the railing, looked at the unfamiliar steps, and pointed to the platform above the steps.

"Quick, let's go this way, or these stairs will change again-"

Dalia and the others ran up quickly without hesitation, and stepped onto the fixed platform at the end of the stairs before the stairs changed again.

They came to the entrance of an unfamiliar corridor - well, most of the corridors were unfamiliar to Daria and Harry.

Under the "stinky tofu" automatic navigation, the two of them didn't bother to memorize the complex roads of the castle.

As for Ron, there was no need to count on it. The three of them turned their heads to look at Hermione on the other side.

"Don't look at me, I haven't been here either -"

Hermione rolled her eyes and walked towards the corridor ahead.

"However, I know the general direction. It would be better if I could meet someone on the road and ask."

"If I could meet someone on the road..."

Ron repeated quietly, winking at Harry and making a face.

"I don't think she is any better than us. I just want to see what she will say when she gets lost."

Hermione turned her head and glared at Ron. She had obviously heard Ron muttering behind her.

However, she did not choose to respond this time because she really did not know this road.

As everyone moved forward along the corridor, the light on both sides became darker and darker.

Thick spider webs were hung on the surrounding statues, and it seemed as if no one had been here for a long time.

"Wait, we're not supposed to be here - this is the off-limits corridor."

Dalia looked around, stopped and said seriously, "We'd better go back the same way now, and keep going like this..."

Meow--

Before she could finish her words, a sharp cat meow sounded behind her.

Mrs. Norris's shadow stretched long in the firelight, like some huge approaching monster.

"Filch's cat!" Hermione said fearfully.

"Run!" Harry turned around and ran towards the other side of the corridor without any hesitation.

He had almost been expelled not long ago, and he didn't want to experience it a second time in just one day.

The same goes for Hermione and Ron. Hermione even runs faster than Harry.

She didn't want to be deducted points for accidentally entering the restricted area on the third floor.

"Wait, don't—"

Dalia suddenly realized that this plot...

This plot - she knows where this plot is, this is Lu Wei's plot!

No wonder she felt a sense of déjà vu from just now, because this is not a novel, but the plot of a movie!

You know, there is no midnight duel in the movie "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone". There is a slight difference between the two.

The incident when the trio met Lu Wei was the current incident - after seeing James Potter's medal, they accidentally broke into the restricted corridor!