[HP] How to properly feed the savior

"A real Patronus?" Lupine sounded surprised. "Excellent. You can have some chocolate, it's good for you."

He heard footsteps in the distance, maybe the other party went to check other boxes.

"I'm going to see others." Tom ruffled his hair and walked out of the car.After a while, the white cat jumped onto the seat with its tail curled around the chocolate frog, walked up to him and rubbed him gently.

"Thanks, thank you." He took the chocolate and peeled off the candy wrapper with trembling hands, almost letting the chocolate frog run away.It was only after he took the first bite with difficulty that he felt much better. A hot current surged from his stomach and reached his fingertips all the way along his arm, and he barely stopped trembling.

After eating a few chocolate frogs, he was mostly fine.

"It seems that only our two boxes are the worst." Ginny walked outside, "Harry fainted and fell off his seat."

"Is everyone else okay?" He suddenly hated his own weakness.

"Everyone is bad." Ginny said a little uneasy, "but none of them reacted as much as you."

For the rest of the drive, no one spoke. He sat by the window with the cat in his arms. The rain was still falling, and it hit the window, leaving slender water marks.Soon the train will arrive at the station.He, Harry, and Hermione were called away by Professor McGonagall at the door of the Great Hall.Madam Pomfrey checked Harry, gurgling disapprovingly, "Dementors! Terrible things, and what they do to those who are already vulnerable..."

"I'm not vulnerable!" Harry almost growled.

He shivered, and some wounds fell at a very young age, and there was no way to heal them.He didn't think about Peter very often, in fact, he was always trying to forget that he had such a brother.He thought the dementors reminded him of other things, like the last battle, and Bonzo, and he dwelled on those memories more often.

In the end Harry stormed off, obviously thinking that everyone else was belittling him for being blacked out.Professor McGonagall kept him and Hermione and gave them a Time-Turner, which looked like a tiny hourglass on a gold chain.

"It takes an hour to turn around. When you use it, open the chain and circle the two of you." Professor McGonagall handed the hourglass to Hermione, "You two use it together, and the schedule is the same. Don't let others Discovery. And be careful not to meet your past self, it will be troublesome.”

They missed the sorting ceremony, but luckily made it to the dinner, although he didn't have much appetite.On the contrary, Tom ate a lot of pies. A striking big white cat squatted on the dining table, causing many Gryffindor students to look sideways, and Tom stared back one by one.

"This cat is so spiritual." Neville said with emotion, carefully stroking the white cat's soft fur. "It can understand human speech, right?"

"Meow." The white cat raised its head proudly.

"I wish I had a cat myself," sighed Neville. "I seem to have lost Raffle again."

"It'll come back." He was used to things like this. "Your toad is very loyal to you, he just needs a little freedom."

After dinner, they returned to the dormitory.Tom immediately ran to his bed, and rolled around under the covers, as if he was very comfortable.

"Is it really okay to sleep on the same bed with a cat?" Ron put his mouse Scabbers on the pillow with an expression of disbelief.

"At least cats are cleaner than mice." Harry pointed out sharply, "Cats will clean up their bodies frequently. As long as you don't throw the cat outside often and let it run around, you can give it a bath once every six months and it won't be too dirty."

"Scabbets is different from other mice." Ron caressed his mouse. "Is that so, Scabbers?"

He pushed the white cat aside, sat on the bed leaning on the pillow, took out the diary from his arms, and wrote on it, "Tom, can you teach me the Patronus Charm?"

/Why do you want to learn this spell? /

"The dementors have had too much of an effect on me, and I wish there was a way to control them."

/ I don't think this is a good idea.You don't need to worry about the dementors, I will protect you. /

"What if you're not by my side? I need the ability to overcome danger alone."

/I won't leave you.As long as you bring my diary, I will show up to protect you at any time.We are one, and the protective spell you gave me will be weakened by your death, even if it is to protect myself, I will not let you suffer any harm. /

He held his pen and didn't answer.He doesn't like the feeling of having to depend on someone and not being able to protect himself. "I still want to learn, why don't you want me to learn?" he finally wrote.

/The most important thing about using the Patronus Charm is not magic power, but the positive power of the mind, such as feelings of hope, joy and happiness.do you think you have /

There was a sense of weakness that had been seen through in his heart.

/At least for now it won't do you any good to practice against dementors.You are afraid, and the fear of the dementors is as hard to dispel as the moisture that seeps into the marrow of your bones. It is unwise to force the Patronus Charm in this state. /

"I can get over it." He didn't even believe it himself.

/Will you tell me, what memory does the dementor remind you of? /

He hesitated, he didn't care about privacy, he didn't mind telling Tom what happened to him, but he just didn't want to bring up Peter.

/I can't see this memory of yours, it's hidden deep and well protected.I already know a lot of things about you, outer space, distant colonies, wars with alien races, and what wars have turned you into... but these are all things that happened after you left home, before that What? /

"Nothing." He closed the diary.

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☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 4

The dementors haunting them in the car continued.The next morning, when they went to the Great Hall for dinner, the Slytherin students led by Malfoy got together and laughed at Harry.

When they finally found a place to sit, the Weasley twins handed them their timetable.

"Your timetable seems to be wrong." Ron frowned and observed his and Hermione's timetable, "Divination at nine o'clock in the morning, arithmetic and divination at nine o'clock in the morning, ancient runes at nine o'clock in the morning...how do you Can you sit in three classrooms at the same time?"

"Oh, don't be silly, of course we won't be sitting in three classrooms at the same time." Hermione said proudly, "Can you pass the jam?"

He shook his head, thinking that it would be unrealistic to completely hide Ron from him, so he could only hope that the other party would think about it and stop delving into it.

"Let's go to the divination class first." After breakfast, he and Hermione left Harry and Ron, who were dawdling, and went to the North Tower first. Take arithmetic and divination, then turn around three times, and go to ancient runes... Can you handle so many courses?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"If it's just memorization," he shrugged, "it shouldn't be too difficult. At least Muggle studies won't be very difficult for us."

"I hope so." Hermione gave him an uncertain look.

When they sat in the divination classroom filled with dark red light and smoky aroma, he began to feel that taking three classes at the same time might be very strenuous.

"Welcome, welcome." Professor Trelawney's indistinct voice sounded in the distant sky.Another voice appeared next to his ears, and another picture overlapped with the divination classroom in front of him, which was full of small round tables covered with Indian calico. It was an empty, white and cold classroom with The woman with long dark red hair introduced herself in a bright and capable tone, "Hello, I'm Professor Victor, and I'm in charge of teaching arithmetic and divination."

In another darker room with walls made of black ashlar, a smiling old lady with curly hair nodded to them, "Welcome to Ancient Runes. This is a very difficult class." Course, I hope everyone can stick to it."

"Ender?" He returned to the Divination classroom, Neville touched his arm, "Shall we sit together?"

"Oh, that table." He remembered that Professor Trelawney asked them to find a place to sit down just now.He and Neville chose two armchairs next to the cupboard.

It was harder than he'd imagined to keep his attention on three things at the same time, especially since one of the classrooms was filled with drowsy gas.As Professor Trelawney began to show them the power of divination, his mind inevitably wandered to other subjects.

Professor Victor of the arithmetic and divination class dimmed the lights in the classroom, turned on the slide projector at the back of the classroom, and showed them various charts.Hermione rested her chin and stared intently at the whiteboard.When a picture appeared on the whiteboard, the professor stopped, "Does anyone know this picture?"

Hermione immediately raised her hand, "This is Dürer's engraving 'Melancholy', which was completed in 1514. This figure is recorded in the magic square on the upper right of the engraving."

"Very good." Professor Victor continued to ask, "What's the secret in this magic square?"

"Except for the two numbers at the bottom which are 15 and 14 respectively, the sum of its horizontal and vertical dimensions is equal to 34."

"Five points for Gryffindor." Professor Victor's encouragement made Hermione beam with joy. "There are other numerical secrets hidden in this engraving, but those are not the main research content of our class. The magic square is the first lesson you need to learn. For arithmetic divination, the magic square is to disassemble a The method of numbers shows the diversity that a number can bring, and predicts the future based on the results of dismantling. According to the theory of arithmetic and divination, everything in the world can be transformed into numbers. What you need to learn is how to understand these number."

"In this class, you will not need to use a wand, but you will explore the deepest secrets-the secrets of numbers. You will find that divination by numbers is not simply about telling you what to do to avoid bad luck or Good luck, it is a method of analysis. Numeral divination reveals multiple possibilities for the development and change of things. It broadens people's thinking and enables people to comprehensively analyze specific situations and make reasonable judgments..."

"Do you still think arithmetic and divination are nonsense?" Hermione poked him with a quill, and he could clearly see her smug look even in the dark.

"Well, at least the exercises in combinatorics it provides are useful." But he was not much interested in mathematical calculations anymore.

On the other hand, in the Ancient Runes class, the seemingly amiable Professor Bablin talked about OWLs with them, "This semester we will learn the runic alphabet, learn to read the runic inscriptions and their forms as a magic circle .Next semester we will start learning Proto-Germanic, which is the most important part of OWLs. If the progress is fast, we can learn Old English before fifth grade, which is relatively easy. After OWLs, if you still Choose my class and we can learn Old Norse."

He saw Hermione clenched her fists, her face tensed.

"Crack!" The sound of the teacup shattering brought him back to the Divination classroom, where Neville stood in front of the cabinet with a flushed face.

"Take the blue one." Professor Trelawney hurried over with a broom. "I like the pink one so much."

They started to make tea, drank the tea, and strained the tea leaves. The aroma of tea filled the air, making him even more sleepy.He exchanged cups with Neville, and Neville sat opposite him desperately flipping through the book, trying to find out the meaning of the shape of the tea leaves.He stared at the brown wreckage at the bottom of the glass, but his mind wandered to other lessons.In the arithmetic and divination class, they began to practice arranging odd-numbered magic squares, which was not difficult for him. It would be fine to put the numbers into the grid one by one in front of the algorithm, but it was a bit cumbersome.Hermione seemed to have found the joy of arranging the numbers, using her wand to make the numbers change positions by themselves.The other students worked much harder. They were sweating profusely, drawing grids on the parchment, and crossing out again and again.

In the ancient runes class, they began to copy the basic meaning and derived meaning of each rune letter, and practiced writing the rune letter correctly in the drawn grid.Professor Babling corrected the writing one by one.The whole process is quite boring.

"What did you see in my teacup?" Neville asked.

"Uh..." He stroked his hair hanging on his forehead, trying to clear his head, but unexpectedly a strand of short hair fell into the teacup.It wasn't quite right, and he tugged at the hairs around his ears lightly, letting them escape from his scalp effortlessly, as if they were about to fall.

"Let me see your cup." Professor Trelawney walked to Ron's side, took the teacup unceremoniously and spun it.The attention of the whole class was attracted, Neville held the cup and stared blankly there.Taking this opportunity, he took out the diary from his pocket and wrote on it, "Have you ever used a time-turner?"

/No, what's that? /

"It is said that things that can make people go back to the past can't be too long, a maximum of 24 hours. It seems to have some sequelae."

/What happened?It is dangerous to play tricks on time. /

"I don't think it should have anything to do with time, it's my body..."

At this time, Professor Victor discovered that he completed the magic square faster than others, "Can you introduce your algorithm to everyone?"

"Magic squares can be divided into odd-numbered magic squares, single-even-numbered magic squares, and double-even-numbered magic squares. They have different arrangements. The one we made just now is a fifth-order magic square, which belongs to the odd-numbered type, and is usually arranged using the Rober's method. The steps are... ..."

In the divination class classroom, his chest suddenly tightened, making him almost unable to catch his breath.Professor Trelawney let out a scream, covering up his violent panting, oxygen was being lost, and he felt that things in front of him began to become blurred, but the classroom of arithmetic and divination became more and more clear.

"Crack!" Neville shattered another teacup.

Oxygen suddenly recovered, he took a deep breath, and could clearly see the blue teacup on the tablecloth again.Professor Trelawney yelled, "Bad luck! My dear, you have bad luck!"

/What's wrong? / There is urgency in Tom's handwriting.

"It was a little difficult to breathe just now." He took up his pen and continued to write. "I felt as if I was leaving this body and going into another body."

/other body?How did you come up with so many bodies? /

"It's the effect of the time converter. It seems to divide me into three people, sitting in three classrooms at the same time, I can see the sights of three places at the same time, and hear the voices from three places."

/ see both?How did you see it? /

"It's like I have three pairs of eyes. The different scenes they see are transmitted to my brain, and I can clearly distinguish them."

The other party was silent.

"This is the end of today's class." Professor Trelawney announced the dismissal of the get out of class.

He put away his things and quickly caught up with Hermione.

"The way I see it, Trelawney is an old liar." Hermione snorted contemptuously. "I don't know what a Divination class is like."

"You like it very much." He was puzzled, didn't Hermione remember that they were still in Arithmancy and Divination class?Other students began to try to use Robb's method to deduce the fifth-order magic square.Hermione - the same Hermione from Arith Divination - looked disappointed. "You also said..."

"What did I say?" Hermione looked at him strangely, "We haven't even been to the arithmetic and divination yet!"

He recalled Hermione's reaction when Professor Victor introduced Arithmancy.She was sitting on his left side, holding a quill in her right hand, poking his arm with the end, "You are right, I found that I have fallen in love with this class!"

He didn't think Hermione said that, but he couldn't remember what Hermione should say. "I do not remember."

"Oh, okay." The other party glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, with a haughty tone, "I didn't expect you to learn Trelawney's tricks so quickly."

"This is not a prophecy." He quickly cleared his mind.Assuming that the arithmetic and divination class took place in the past, and he is now in the time period after the arithmetic and divination class, what he just said is changing the past.But why can he change the past?If what has happened is unchangeable, then the arithmetic and divination class must not have happened yet. What he changed was not the past, but the future, but for him it was the past. In Hermione's view, arithmetic and divination is still Things that will happen in the future obey the law that cause happens before effect.If the past is changeable, then the cause does not necessarily precede the effect, in which case the arithmetic and divination class is what has already happened.Both sets of logic make sense.

According to this line of thinking, if he decides not to use the Time-Turner, the course contents of Arithmancy and Ancient Runes will disappear from his memory.

"Forget it, if I didn't say it, let's go to arithmetic and divination class."

The only thing he couldn't understand was why Hermione was different from him?

☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 5

After the morning class, he didn't go to the auditorium with other students, but stayed in the classroom and told Professor McGonagall what happened in the divination class.The other party raised his eyebrows, and he didn't seem to believe a word he said.

"Listen, it's bad enough that Professor Trelawney alone spreads the so-called omens of death every year." Professor McGonagall flapped his nose, as if impatient, "I don't want you to learn her tricks , what can I say to see the future..."

"I don't see the future. I see things happening in the present or in the past." He can probably be sure that no one who has used a Time-Turner in the past has had the same experience as him. "It's not a prophecy, I just want to know what happened to me."

"If you feel unwell, go to Madam Pomfrey." The other party packed up her things and left the classroom. "It seems to me that you are in good health."

He went to the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey fully agreed with Professor McGonagall in his judgment.

He can't discuss Time-Turners with other people.Hermione was equally annoyed by his obsession, "You mean, you made a prophecy to me that caused the future to change, so I didn't know you'd ever been there?"

"Why do you all think that's a prophecy?" He had to take a deep breath to keep his composure.

"Because you're talking about something that hasn't happened yet. First we had Divination lessons, then Arithmancy, and finally Ancient Runes, okay? The Time-Turner lets us go back in time, even though it may seem to others that we It’s three classes at the same time, but we are very clear that this is not the case. The Time Converter just folds our own time, making it walk out of a zigzag on the time axis of an objective universe..."

"The Time Converter created multiple bodies for us, allowing us to sit in three classrooms at the same time." He interrupted the other party's imaginary conclusion, "It didn't create extra time for you, it was just an illusion, Time-Turners tax your body multiple times. I don't see any benefit in using Time-Turners. I'll consider ditching Arithmancy and Ancient Runes and getting my schedule back to normal."

Hermione's eyes widened, "Professor Victor is so optimistic about you, you actually want to give up her class!"

"Maybe Muggle Studies." He and Hermione were walking to Muggle Studies class, but he could feel his other body and Harry walking across the grounds, and he could even smell the dew and the smell of grass.This made him even more irritable.

Tom's explanation didn't make him much better either. /I think maybe this means you have a gift for prophecy - I'm not saying that in today's situation you are predicting the future.You see, for the prophets, maybe they also feel that the future is the past, and they are just telling what happened in the past.The question is, how did they get to the future?Perhaps through fugue, some kind of talent... /

"I didn't get to the future!" he wrote angrily.

/Well, well, you have reached your past, but your past is the future for other people.Ender, you have to admit that the dimension of time is different between you and others. /

He was silent, and Tom was right in that.

/Some part of your soul has reached the future and sent you messages from the future. For you, the arrival of these messages occurs in the present, but it does not change the fact that these messages come from the future. /

This seems reasonable.Since his body can also travel from the future to the past, why can't his consciousness?

/I find it interesting that when you make a prophecy, the future changes and the original future disappears.This means that destiny is not fixed!Even predictions can be erroneous.After all, the other seers didn't use a time-turner to travel from the past to the future—maybe they did, but who knows?Maybe they just achieved time travel by virtue of their talents, and their connection with the future is not as close as yours, so the future changes because of their prophecies, and they don't know. /

Professor Babuji talked about her views on Muggles and wizards in class, "Muggles are no different from us, we have magic, and they also have their own magical abilities. Although there are obvious differences in lifestyle, wizards and Muggles , but this does not mean which side is superior and which side is inferior. Before you take this course, you may have heard some pure-blood fallacies, which have no theoretical basis..."

Hagrid's class was much better than that.A group of hippogriffs were brought out, and Hagrid instructed them how to interact with these beautiful creatures.

"Who wants to be a demonstration?"

"I'll do it." He stepped forward, determined to convince others that he wasn't making up a story.

These creatures are very smart. He stared at the other person's orange eyes, as if he could see what was going on in the other person's mind, inspected, sized up, and made a judgment... The Hippogriff bent its neck, He bowed to him, and he returned the salute, and there was applause behind him.

"Great!" said Hagrid happily. "You can go up there and pat him on the beak."

He did so, and the other party seemed to be very useful.

"Then you can ride him! Get up on his wings, and be careful not to pluck his feathers, it will make him angry."

This is like riding a flying horse. You need to grasp the rhythm and let your body rise and fall with the movement of the horse, so that the rider and the horse form a whole.He doesn't need to grab the opponent's feathers, in fact, he can maintain his balance by holding the opponent's neck.They strolled around the lake, and the moist wind blowing against his face made him feel much happier.When they returned to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they were warmly welcomed by their classmates - they couldn't wait to experience it.

Others have not been so successful.If the Hippogriff can't wait to bow, he has to step back and try again.Malfoy chose the hippogriff that carried him around the field just now, called Buckbeak, perhaps because he thought it was particularly docile. "It's pretty easy, I dare say," said Malfoy, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Since even a Mudblood can subdue you... aren't you, you big ugly beast?"

Buckbeak scratched Malfoy's paw without changing his expression.

The kid fell to the ground on the spot, held his arms and screamed, "I'm going to die! Look! It's going to kill me! I'm going to die!"

"No, you won't die!" Hagrid squeezed through the students and hugged Malfoy, "Who will help me?"

They went back to the castle.

"Hermione," he whispered to Hermione while Professor Babbage was adjusting the slide projector, "we're going to learn about hippogriffs in Hagrid's class."

"So what?" Hermione raised her eyebrows, her expression was exactly the same as that of Professor McGonagall.

"Hagrid will need someone to demonstrate, and I'll be the one to step up."

"Oh?"

"I did it successfully. But..." He thought for a while, and felt that he couldn't reveal too many details, otherwise the future would change, and Hermione wouldn't believe him again. "The Slytherins will mess up and the class will end early."

"It seems that you made another prophecy." Hermione said proudly, "Have you inquired beforehand? Or saw Hagrid preparing lessons from the window of the dormitory, and you made a plan and performed it in front of us. Then you call this a prophecy. The Slytherin students will move, which seems to be news that no one knows, but it is not difficult to guess, Malfoy and the others have never looked down on Hagrid. What do you want to prove? You and Teddy Lilawney is as good at prophecy? I don't think you're as good at the tricks as she is, shouldn't there be something...' There will be an attack in the Protection of Magical Creatures class, one of us will leave, watch out for pale blond hair boy' is this scarier prophecy?"

He sighed, feeling like he was wasting his efforts.

When it was dinner time, Hermione's attitude changed 180 degrees.

"They won't fire Hagrid, will they?" Hermione looked at her plate, too anxious to eat anything. "Why didn't you tell me Malfoy was going to do something like this?"

"Why are you mad at Ender, Hermione?" Ron looked at the two of them in surprise. "He can't predict the future."

"If I did, you'd find a way to stop Malfoy and say I made it all up." He frowned, not sure if he was doing the right thing about it.If he had said what Malfoy would have done... no, he couldn't have said it at all, the future would have changed if he had mentioned Malfoy, and he would have lost the memory.And it just might get worse.

"So you got Hagrid fired just to prove your prophecy!" screamed Hermione.

"Hagrid might not get fired." He didn't think it was that serious.

"Is this another prophecy?" Hermione's attitude was aggressive.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ron looked confused.

"Hermione thinks I've learned Trelawney's deception," he stated briefly, "I just warned her that Hagrid's class might go wrong, and she thinks I'm going to get Hagrid fired to prove my foresight .”

"That's not what you said! 'Maybe'? I think you're saying 'definitely'!"

"You foresaw that Malfoy was going to make trouble?" Ron's expression quickly changed from surprise to reverence, "How did you do it? Did you see it in the tea leaves?"

"I didn't foresee anything!" He didn't understand why the misunderstanding was getting deeper and deeper, why no one wanted to believe that there was an explanation other than prophecy?Is this the inherent thinking of wizards?

"You don't need to be humble." Ron said sourly, "Divination and protection of magical creatures are both areas you are good at, we can understand."

"Professor Victor also said that he is a genius in arithmetic and divination!" Hermione said angrily, "He also learns ancient runes faster than others."

So here's the problem.He suddenly understood what was going on with these people who used to regard him as friends. His abilities only revealed the tip of the iceberg, and they classified him as a different kind.He remembered what Tom once said, unconditional love is cheap, and the so-called friendship is so vulnerable.Perhaps a person like him shouldn't expect the joy and happiness of ordinary people, friendship...he doesn't need it, and he can't have it.His relationship with others is only domination and submission.

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☆, Prisoner of Azkaban 6

"Let's go and see Hagrid later." Harry made a decision, "so that we can find out how serious the matter is."

This suggestion ended all squabbling.

Hagrid's situation is not optimistic.When they got to the hut, Hagrid looked like he'd had a lot to drink, and there was a pungent smell of bad spirits in the room.They sat down at the table, and Hagrid poured himself another cup, "I must have broken the record, the only teacher in the history of Hogwarts who only taught for one day..."

"They fired you?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"No, not yet, but sooner or later." Hagrid blew his nose, his voice low and hollow. "Malfoy keeps yelling that his arm hurts, and the school trustees think I should do something simple first, like a Flobber caterpillar or something. It's all my fault. I just want to make the first class exciting."

"He's pretending!" said Harry exasperatedly. "Madam Pomfrey can fix him in the blink of an eye."

"Hagrid, you have to trust that you haven't made any mistakes in this matter," he said in a smooth, calm voice.Hagrid looked at him in surprise, after all they hadn't known each other very well before. "As a professor at Hogwarts, you have full power to arrange the teaching schedule. It is very difficult for the school board to override Professor Dumbledore to interfere with your behavior, because school teachers are managed by the headmaster, not the board."

"Then won't my actions embarrass the headmaster?" Hagrid was a little scared.

“It is a tradition for Hogwarts professors to be faster than normal in their schedules. Because students prepare for OWLs in fifth year, students are expected to have mastered fifth year lessons by fourth year. Content. Year [-] is only for review. If OWLs are considered, it's not out of line for you to have hippogriffs in Year [-]. Like Professor Snape, he always gives students assignments that go beyond The age group they belong to..."

"Ha! That old bat, I just said how hard Potions class is!" Ron complained.

"But no one has ever dared to accuse Snape of anything. Professor McGonagall also has high requirements for students, but he will not be criticized either." He continued to be interrupted by Ron.

"But no student was ever injured in their class."

"I'm not as sure as you." He smiled, "Simon often blows himself up in Transfiguration class, and Neville is a killer in Charms class, let alone Potions class. Last year, there was a nasty accident in Professor Snape's class, someone threw a firecracker into Goyle's cauldron, his swelling potion splashed everywhere, and at least half of the class was affected..."

Harry and the others burst out laughing. "That's what I did." Harry laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up. "Malfoy's nose is swollen like a watermelon, and Crabbe can't even lift his arms. Goyle's own eyes are swollen and As big as a plate."

"Snape hasn't found out that we did it until now." Ron said happily. "If this kind of thing can get the professor fired, we'd better throw firecrackers into Goyle's cauldron every day."

"This is too much!" Hermione scolded, but she couldn't help laughing.

"You came up with the idea. To get the ingredients for Compound Potion." Ron immediately exposed Hermione's background.

Seeing them so happy, Hagrid didn't seem to be sad anymore, "You naughty bastards... well, but Malfoy won't let it go."

"Those people from the school board gave you pointers, mostly because they took advantage of Malfoy." After everyone finally finished laughing, he continued to analyze. "Last school year, Lucius Malfoy tried to use the Chamber of Secrets incident to kick you and Professor Dumbledore out of school, remember?"

Hagrid shuddered, "How could I not remember? They put me in Azkaban again, that terrible place."

"It's a conspiracy