[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

"Uh..." Ron looked very embarrassed, "Well...I meant to say...uh...you know..."

"what?"

"I mean... isn't the Gryffindor Quidditch team going to pick a keeper after dinner today?" Ron scratched his head, looking away, "I think...uh..."

"You mean—" Harry seemed to understand something.

Ron's ears were red.

"You know... because... I became a prefect, and my family bought a new broom..." He took a breath, turned his head and said vigorously: "I want to try to sign up for the goalkeeper trials, can you—you Can you practice with me? Before the formal assessment? Hmm...I want to get some feeling."

"Of course!" said Harry eagerly. "You sure can! When we played with Fred, George and Ginny last summer, you played really well, didn't you?"

Ron smiled embarrassingly, "I... I don't know, I've been practicing secretly every night these days, but I don't know what to do."

"I'll practice with you in the afternoon!" Harry threw down more than half of his homework in the divination class, and happily put his arms around Ron's shoulders. "You will definitely be the best goalkeeper in the Gryffindor team!"

"Hey, good buddy!" Ron also laughed happily.

Harry and Ron spent the rest of the time absent-minded, eager to finish their homework and go out and find a place to practice Quidditch.

"...choked to death on a sandwich with... strawberry jam." Ron muttered and wrote the last sentence, then threw the notebook aside and collapsed on the chair.

Harry put down his pen almost at the same time, and let out a long breath.

But even if they managed to make up the homework of the divination class, the thesis on the history of magic lay in front of them like a mountain.The sketch of the Bowtruckle that Professor Graplan requested was still blank, and the Vanishing Charm assigned by Professor McGonagall has not been practiced...

Harry's heart sank suddenly as he realized to his horror that he had completely forgotten about Snape's request that he try to clear his mind.

Don't be afraid, there are still two or three days left, you must remember to clear your brain before going to bed tonight, he thought secretly.

Then Hermione returned with a stack of books under her arm.She seemed to be fascinated by the contents of the book she held in her hand, she was still reading slowly while walking with her head down, and she didn't want to take her eyes off the book after she sat down.

"Great, Hermione." Ron quickly took out a fresh piece of parchment when Hermione came back. "Shall we start our History of Magic homework now?"

"Hmmmmm." Hermione focused on her study and replied vaguely.

"Let me see... the topic of the thesis assigned by Professor Binns is..." Ron searched for the homework requirements he had scribbled on the back of the textbook when he finished class, frowning and trying to decipher his handwriting, "Try to discuss... 17 The century...the impact of the goblin rebellion on the wizarding world...and a simple analysis...simple analysis...what's going on?"

"A simple analysis of the main reasons for the failure of the rebellion." Harry looked at what he had copied, and continued.

"Okay, that's right, that's it." Ron wrote the title to the top of the parchment according to the textbook, and then stared at Hermione hopefully.

Hermione looked up strangely at Ron's eager gaze.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"History of Magic homework!" Ron was also very strange, "You must have already figured out how to write it? The goblin rebellion in the 17th century gave the wizarding world—"

"Oh, that—" said Hermione dryly, "I haven't even started thinking about it yet."

Harry and Ron exchanged a puzzled look.Hermione had always been the most positive about things like getting homework done, and that was a bit out of her style today.

Harry glanced at the book in Hermione's hand, and for some reason had a bad feeling.

"Now there are more important things—" Sure enough, she raised the book in her hand and said in a serious tone, "I saw this just now, it's really surprising!"

Harry glanced at the title of the book on the cover, Enemy in the Back - Why the Greatest Goblin Rebellion in History Failed.

"Although I have known for a long time that house-elves have no rights and are not even allowed to hold magic wands," Hermione said excitedly, "but I didn't expect that in the war against the goblin rebellion, many wizards brought house-elves to drive They fight together! This is simply too cruel!"

Harry and Ron let out a long, speechless sigh at the same time.

"A total of 32 house-elves were injured in this battle, and six house-elves died due to their injuries!" Hermione read angrily when she saw the expressions on their faces.

"Ah, yes, yes. There is no one who is undead in war. Aren't there many wizards who die in battle? And I can assure you," Ron curled his lips, "Those house-elves may cherish this very much to work for their master." As for the chance, maybe they were dueling among themselves before they set off."

Harry thought of Kreacher in Black's old house. His lifelong wish was to be like his mother, who had his head cut off and nailed to the wall by his master after he died of old age.

"This is absolutely unacceptable to us at the 'House-Elf Rights Association'! I think we should start a new campaign to fight for more preferential treatment for house-elves!"

"Hermione, can you stop talking about your 'vomit'?" Ron said, clutching his forehead.

"I think we need to print another batch of leaflets. Our short-term goal is to allow every house-elf to get a reasonable wage and the freedom to choose the type of work," Hermione ignored him at all, still saying emotionally, "Our long-term goals include giving house-elves the right to use wands and have equal access to the Ministry of Magic with wizards!"

Ron slumped limply on the table.Harry felt like Hermione was possessed by Percy.

"Let's go and practice Quidditch," Ron whispered.

Harry was completely out of the mood for homework.The History of Magic homework is due next Thursday anyway.As for the sketch of the Bowtruckle, there is still time to draw it tomorrow...

He and Ron started packing quickly, heading back to the dormitory to get their broomsticks.

Such a good weather, you can't live up to it, you should fly freely in the sky with your friends.

"Are you going to - practice? Well - well, well," Hermione muttered, "I don't know what's going on in your boys' heads all day, Quidditch, Quidditch, you really don't Do you know we're about to take the wizarding exams?"

"Oh, come on, Hermione," laughed Ron, "that's at least six months away."

"Yeah! We only have six months left! It's unbelievable!" Hermione stood up abruptly and walked to the bookshelf again, "I think I need to read some more books, I have learned a lot recently I still don't understand the knowledge thoroughly enough, my God... six months... my God..."

She walked away anxiously.Ron and Harry looked at her back, looked at each other helplessly, and continued to walk outside.

"When will Hermione get over her nervousness when it comes to exams?" said Harry.

"I'd rather know when she'll give up that 'vomit' talk," Ron replied.