war and peace

Contrary to Harry's expectations, the rest of the summer had been wonderful, and he was almost indebted to the Death Eaters.

Most of the time he could fly freely over the Quidditch pitch, competing with Tom to catch the Snitch faster, or attacking and defending one by one to see who could throw more Quaffles.Professor McGonagall strongly hoped that he would join the college Quidditch team next semester. Looking at her expression, she probably regretted agreeing to his flying ban in the first grade.

The rest of the time is naturally used to complete the summer homework assigned by the professors.Harry found that Tom was like a living encyclopedia, he could immediately give sharp answers to any questions, and the textbooks did not meet his standards.He finally understood what it was like to have two Hermiones now, and the biggest benefit was that he could do his homework much faster.Tom's own homework, however, was all about sloppy calculations, but Harry felt that even so, after the last final exam, the professors wouldn't mind such a small problem.

During the first two weeks of term, the two of them were handed Hogwarts book lists at the breakfast table.When Professor McGonagall passed the yellow parchment over the delicious sausage, his eyes were rare and soft.Of course, Harry was the Seeker she was looking forward to, and she couldn't bear the fact that the Gryffindor team always caught the Snitch first in Quidditch matches; and Tom, he was a gifted student, this is After the results of the final exam came out, many professors agreed unanimously.

The book list read in green letters: Standard Spells, Level [-] for Year [-] students, by Miranda Goshawk...Harry skimmed through, no ghouls, no dominatrixes, no Tibetan yeti ... none of that matters, and the bottom line is that life should be fine without Gilderoy Lockhart.Mal Vilonka Roald will continue to serve as their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He seems to have broken Voldemort's curse on this position. The law of changing Defense Against the Dark Arts professors every year has ended in his hands. .

At the same time came Hermione's reply.In the last letter, Harry inadvertently revealed that he and Tom were playing Quidditch at school, but Hermione asked-forget about Tom, why are you at Hogwarts?Harry had had to tell her about the Death Eaters in his last letter, but it was only a matter of time.He unwrapped the parchment from Hedwig's leg and grabbed a chunk of bread crumbs for it.With the piece of food in its mouth, it rubbed its furry head against Harry's chin, then flapped its wings and flew away.Harry unwrapped the tightly rolled parchment and it read: "Dear Harry:

I can't believe it!You don't immediately owl me about this kind of thing!You were almost captured by those people!There may also be fear of life!You are still staying in Hogwarts well, I can only say, this is your fate!Good luck!Can you imagine yourself falling into the hands of You-Know-Who without the house-elf—I mean Dobby?Could you be a little more serious about your personal safety?This is a big deal! "

Hermione looked very angry.Because after blaming Harry for not telling her in the first place, she wrote at the end of the letter: "I wish I could go to Hogwarts right now so I can see you with my own eyes... no, I think Hogwarts Gwartz's book list is coming soon, see you in Diagon Alley, next Wednesday, remember!

Worrying about you friend Hermione"

"Oh," Tom asked, seeing Harry's dumbfounded expression, "what did Hermione say?"

Harry handed him the letter, "Hermione's angry, the whole exclamation point..." He took a slice of toast and buttered it.

Tom scanned it quickly. "It's about the same as what was given to me," he remarked pertinently. "If Hermione knew how to write Howler letters, she'd send us both one, there's no doubt about it."

"Then it looks like we'll go to Diagon Alley next Wednesday?" Harry asked, he didn't want to offend Hermione who was furious, and he was wrong about this matter first, "What do you think?"

Tom didn't speak, his gaze fell across the round table to Dumbledore on the opposite side.The headmaster with the white beard is sweetening the milk, and his penchant for sweets is nothing short of breathtaking. "Oh, I think about it." He was obviously listening to what the two of them were talking about. "Professor Roald, I don't think you would mind going to trouble again?"

The man on his right nodded across Snape to the Headmaster: "With pleasure."

Snape glanced at Harry.It seemed to Harry that, since the attack, his previous animosity had more or less disappeared.And how disciplined he was in Potions!

As he was thinking this, Dumbledore's voice sounded again: "Harry, I think you should understand the situation now." He paused, and everyone's eyes focused on him, "The last time we I almost lost you...it's unforgivable...and your performance in the battle impressed us all," Professor McGonagall nodded to Dumbledore's left, "so I think, you can learn some more advanced magic, This can be very beneficial for your safety."

Harry was a little taken aback.That means... sounds like he's approved?Is Dumbledore going to give him tutoring?

"It is very necessary," Professor Roald said again, "As Harry's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I am duty-bound." He looked at Dumbledore, "I want to give Harry private tuition, what do you think? Woolen cloth?"

Professor McGonagall showed a surprised expression.Dumbledore also seemed a little surprised, but he thought for a while: "I originally wanted to suggest that I do this." He looked at Harry, then at Roald, "but maybe you are more suitable , after all, kids these days don't have much in common with an old man like me...Harry, what do you think?" he finally asked.

"Uh..." Harry wavered as he looked at the two professors who both wanted to teach him something.Of course, Dumbledore's private lessons with him had always been something he looked forward to.But now that Voldemort was back, he wondered if he would relax in the headmaster's office and Dumbledore find out what happened last time, which was not in his plan.

"Of course, I would...well, I mean, thanks Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Roald." Harry finally made up his mind.Maybe Professor Roald can teach him something he doesn't know, and it seems like he shouldn't be instigating students for no reason - he has such a good reputation!

Dumbledore gave him a long look.Finally he said, "That's it."

The day promised with Hermione will come soon.Harry dug out his vault key from the box, and together with Tom and Professor Roald reached Diagon Alley through the Floo network connecting Hogwarts and Gringotts Bank.Harry called the right name very clearly this time, a place like Knockturn Alley, once visited was enough to impress him.

When they emerged from the white marble fireplace in Gringotts, it was relatively early, there were no guests, and only goblins could be seen busily coming and going in the spacious hall.Tom said he didn't need to withdraw money for the time being, so they made an appointment to wait in the lobby.

Gringotts' trolley was running as fast as Harry remembered.When he returned to the hall with a small bag of Galleons, he saw Tom leaning against the wall boredly, watching an old goblin with a monocle weighing gems with a brass scale.

"I'm fine." Harry walked over to draw his attention back, and looked around by the way: "Where's Professor Roald?"

"He said he was going to buy something, let's go shopping first." Tom patted his pocket, and there was a sound of clinking coins in it.

Harry thought about it, and it wasn't bad, they could look around with Hermione at will. "Then let's go."

They had just lifted their feet and hadn't taken two steps, when suddenly there was a loud collision sound behind them.A goblin somehow walked straight to the counter, his head and the box he was carrying hit the marble surface firmly, and the gold bars inside the box rolled all over the floor.A goblin who appeared to be the manager of the lobby walked over and reprimanded him in a low voice.

Tom tugged at him.Only then did Harry wake up, and the two walked out the door together.He seemed to see the fallen goblin glance at them in horror just now... Is this an illusion?

They wandered the cobbled streets, which began to crowd as the sun rose.A Nimbus 2001 identical to the one under Harry's bed is on display in the Quidditch boutique, along with a full orange Chudley Cannons uniform; a vat of slimy grub stands outside the pharmacy, and Harry stays away from it They; bouncing and frolicking in the Magic Joke Shop and a mountain of fireworks, and Harry saw the Weasley twins among those crumbling boxes.

Outside Florin's Soda, Harry and Tom ran into Hermione and Granger.Hermione almost jumped up when she saw them, and then gave each of them a big hug.The Grangers were going to exchange coins at Gringotts, leaving their three children to continue shopping.

Once they were far away, Hermione pulled Harry nervously and circled him several times. "It seems to be all right," she concluded, "you are really lucky."

Harry had bought them three large servings of strawberry peanut butter ice cream.He stuffed them into Tom's and Hermione's hands respectively, and took a big bite of his share comfortably: "Didn't I tell you already?"

Hermione retorted unconvinced: "That's food..." She suddenly realized that they were in a busy street, and she couldn't help lowering her voice: "Those are all dangerous people! Harry, I really don't understand , why don't you worry at all!"

Harry still didn't want to tell his friends how he had survived Voldemort's attacks and plots time and time again.So he said vaguely: "It's not appropriate to say this now..." He suddenly found a poster of Gilderoy Lockhart hanging outside Lihen Bookstore diagonally—he was showing his mouthful to passers-by. Shiny White Fang tried to divert Hermione's attention with this: "Look over there, there seems to be a signing event."

Tom curled his lips disdainfully.Hermione looked at the poster with a research eye, and said pertinently: "It looks okay...but it's much worse than Professor Roald!" When Harry heard the first half of the sentence, he still wanted to touch his forehead. Sighing, when he heard the second half of the sentence, he immediately wanted to fall to the ground.Turns out their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor really has captured the hearts of all the girls at Hogwarts, as the twins had said before.

They headed for the bookshop, Hermione flipping through her list.It was packed with people, and as far as Harry looked, they seemed to be women of various ages.With great difficulty, they squeezed through the crowd on the first floor and climbed up the stairs from the side to find the books they needed.

Not long after, there was a loud bang of the bookshelf falling to the ground downstairs, mixed with the sound of books falling to the ground and people's exclamations.Harry was reading with relish a book about every game in the Quidditch World Cup, completely unaware that history was repeating itself below.It wasn't until Hermione was alarmed that Harry was pulled away by her, and the three of them leaned against the railing on the second floor together with Tom.

"Look, it's Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley!" Hermione quickly recognized the protagonists of the incident. After all, the iconic hair colors of these two families are hard to mistake, and there are the Weasleys and Della next to them. Ko Malfoy.

"I'd love to know why they did it with their bare hands," said Tom lazily, tapping his fingers on the railing. "Did they all forget that they were wizards? Lucius Malfoy also said that the Weasleys were wizards." The scum in the world, I think he is almost the same."

Before Harry could say anything, his attention was drawn to the person entering the door.The black-robed wizard still wore a hood in this hot day, and he was tall and thin. "What are you doing?" he asked coldly.The voice was not high, but it was very penetrating. Almost everyone shivered and fell silent.Gilderoy Lockhart, who was talking to a small reporter, didn't seem very happy to find the silence.

Draco Malfoy seemed to have the best eyesight. "...Professor Roald!" he said in surprise, "You came here...?"

"Oh, hello, Draco," the man nodded to the platinum nobleman.As if everyone was staring at his hood, he pushed it back and asked, "Can you tell me what's going on here?"

"Uh..." Draco Malfoy saw his father standing up from the ground with bruises in the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know what to say.Lucius Malfoy was obviously much calmer than his son. He pushed back his loose light golden hair and stretched out his hand very aristocratically: "You are Xiaolong's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? He is often at home Mentioning you." Draco blushed, and no one but him and his father knew that it was the professor's looks and taste in clothes that he often mentioned.

"Mr. Malfoy? Hello." Roald stretched out his hand, his movements looked very elegant. "Looks like I've come at a bad time." He glanced across to where Mrs. Weasley was fixing her husband's cut lip, surrounded by the children.

Lucius Malfoy didn't look natural anymore.For some reason, he always felt that the young man in front of him looked very oppressive, especially the sentence when he entered the door, which was very similar to...Master?

But Roald didn't seem to want to meddle in their affairs.He raised his head, "Harry, Tom, Hermione, have you bought it yet?" The chandelier in the lobby of the bookstore illuminated his face, and there was a sound of breathing around him.

"Oh, all right, now!" Harry came back to his senses, seeing that the Quidditch book was still in his hand, and Hermione and Tom were both holding a stack full of teaching books, and they were immediately embarrassed. "I'll look for it right away," he said, turning and running back.

Roald took a step, and the crowd automatically made way for him.It wasn't until he disappeared behind the bookshelves on the second floor that the discussions gradually grew louder.It seemed that everyone's attention was on him, and the one who was most upset about this matter should be Lockhart who was robbed of the limelight.

It didn't take long for Harry to find all his textbooks.When he went downstairs with Tom Hermione to pay the bill with a pile of brand new textbooks, the crowd hadn't dispersed yet.He was secretly glad that Lockhart didn't ask him to take a photo this time, when he suddenly felt everyone's eyes turned to him.

It turned out that Professor Roald came down after them.Over Harry's shoulder, he placed a mountain of books on the counter.Harry glanced at them and saw that they were all about Quidditch, including the one he was looking at. "Professor, are you also interested in Quidditch?" Harry couldn't help asking.

Professor Roald glanced at him from above. "I hope my lessons don't bore you," he said. "If that happens, I'll be able to deal with it if I buy these books, don't you?"

Boring lessons?It took half a second for Harry to react before he remembered his tutoring, and the courses taught by Roald, how should I put it, there must be no such problems!He was clearly joking!