HP through the autumn

The students passed through the thick rain curtain and the strong wind in a carriage, and landed on the stone steps in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle.People hurried up the steps and ran into the warm castle, only to be hit with a water polo bomb by Peeves again, screaming and leaving the splashing place.

The start-of-term dinner was as sumptuous as in previous years.After dinner, Professor Dumbledore stood up and began to speak: "Mr. Filch wants me to tell you that this year, there are a few more prohibited items in the castle."

"Sooner or later Filch's list of prohibited items will run into the thousands," Cho said to Laurie beside him, "as long as Fred and George keep up their business of inventing joke products."

"It is also with great regret that I inform you that there will be no House Quidditch competitions this year."

Some people opened their mouths wide in surprise, while others who had already received the news were explaining in low voices to the people around them.

"Because a big event will start in October and continue for the school year. I am very pleased to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"

With a deafening thunder, the door of the auditorium was thrown open, and a man stood in the doorway, wearing a black traveling cloak, his terrible features were clearly illuminated by the lightning.

The students gasped after seeing his appearance clearly.

"Who is he?" Laurie asked.

"It's really a cool debut." Qiu said inscrutably, rubbing his beardless chin.

The thunder made music for him, the lightning made him light, it was he, it was he, it was he, it was him, our friend—Little Moody.

Moody sat down on the teacher's bench, his blue fake eye darting around among the students, and she was a little afraid that he might take the opportunity to peek at girls' underwear, thinking of its see-through power.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—Professor Moody."

The students didn't applaud, just staring at Moody's face intently.Hagrid and Professor Dumbledore clapped their hands a few times, which echoed in the silent auditorium, making them even more embarrassed.

"As I said," continued Dumbledore, "the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"You're kidding!" Fred yelled.

Everyone laughed, and so did Professor Dumbledore, "Speaking of joking, I've heard a funny one about a troll, a hag and a leprechaun who walk into the same tavern... "

The principal's joke was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"So what's behind?" Qiu asked, who had heard half of the joke, "What's behind?"

"The Tournament," said Laurie.

"I was telling a joke. Do you think I'll go to Professor Dumbledore and ask him what's behind the joke and he'll tell me?"

Dumbledore's speech was over, and the students returned to their common rooms.

Qiu, who suddenly remembered that he was still a prefect, grabbed Roy Barber, who passed by her and forgot that he was a prefect, and the two went to lead the first-year students together.

"First years, Ravenclaws, freshmen, come here." She watched as several eleven-year-old girls and boys approached her.

"I am the prefect of Ravenclaw this year." She said, "If you have any problems, you can come to me or Roy." She pointed to Roy next to him: "It's this handsome guy with brown hair, He's still single."

"Cho!" Roy interrupted her, "They're only 11 years old."

"Okay okay, now let's go to the common room."

The first week of fifth grade is nothing new.None of them were old enough to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and the upcoming OWLS exam was talked about by all the teachers, and they assigned as much homework as a reason.

The fifth-grade students complained endlessly, parchment and books filled their dormitories, and the library was like another common room, and students could not wait to eat and live in the library.

"The Goblin Rebellion in 1612, the International Statute of Secrecy in 1689..." Marietta woke up every day to find that her roommate had already begun to endorse it.

"School has just started, and the exam is still a few months away!" Marietta said, rubbing her eyes.

"I have a hunch this term will be busy," she said, going on, "The ingredients for the slimming potion: shrunken figs, daisy roots, caterpillars, wormwood..."

One of the most frustrating things about taking exams in the wizarding world is that you can't find the papers from previous years, and the teacher who wrote the questions doesn't know who it is. If someone can organize a set of "Five-Year OWLS, Three-Year Simulation", sales will definitely Comparable to the former Lockhart's nonsense series of books.

"Fred, George," she went to the Weasley brothers hopefully, "do you remember what your OWLS exams were?"

"Looks like you've tested the hiccup curse?"

"Like a spell to break the hiccup curse?"

"Oh, yes, of course—"

"Can not remember!"

After the two of them sang together, they burst out laughing, "We've been busy making aging potions recently, and we've forgotten about the exams."

"To participate in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"correct."

"Then you guys go for it."

Cedric's excellence stood out in comparison. He sorted out a copy of the OWLS exam recall questions, gave a copy to Laurie, and asked her to bring it to Qiu.

"You have found a good boyfriend, Laurie." Qiu held Laurie's hand with tears in his eyes.He is really a good comrade of the party.

"Did you just find out?"

In Ravenclaw, who is willing to share knowledge, this information has been circulated everywhere, and the source has also changed from being sorted out by senior Cedric to being stolen from the Ministry of Magic by a certain senior in the previous session.

When Qiu was writing a dissertation in the library, she heard two fifth-grade students beside her holding a stack of parchment mysteriously and muttering in a low voice: "I heard that this was deliberately stolen from the Ministry of Magic, top secret."

"Really?" Another student asked excitedly, "Is this year's exam question?"

"It's possible. It seems that the father of a student at the same level works in the Ministry of Magic. He stole it for his son's exam."

"Didn't you get caught?"

"should not."

She twitched the corners of her mouth, lowered her head and continued to write the translation of the ancient runes.

She dug out the textbooks from the first grade to the fourth grade and reviewed them slowly one by one. For some spells that she was already very proficient in, such as the floating spell, it was very easy to use, but when the test "Please write out the spells" "Wrist gesture", Qiu thought for a long time, but could only think of the sentence "flick up and down", opened the first grade textbook, and suddenly found that it said "flick the wrist".

Really advanced!She copied this down in her notes.

Professor Moody's defense against the dark arts is really different. He awed the students with his terrifying appearance, and made the students fear and admire him from the bottom of his heart with his terrible teaching methods and content.His recounting of the spells he used against some of the criminals and the process of hunting them down was entertaining for the students, and his daring hands-on sessions were unique.

"This year I'm going to let you all experience the power of the Imperius Curse," he said. "I think the whole school should experience the spell and learn to resist it. Otherwise, someone will teach you how to do it in more brutal ways." Learn to resist it—by controlling you." His bewitching magic eyes swept across the class, making them shrink their heads and dare not resist.

The students went up one by one and made all kinds of funny moves one by one, but no one dared to laugh because Moody's eyes were still looking around.

Qiu was very nervous when she was tapped, she stepped forward, and felt inexplicably joyful and carefree after Moody cast a spell, and then Moody's voice echoed in a distant corner: "Learn to be a frog Jump, learn to leapfrog—"

She vaguely felt that it would be comfortable to do so, and when she woke up, she had almost jumped out of the classroom.

When she finished class with her sore thighs, she hoped that she could be a Mary Su heroine, with the profound strength to resist the Imperius Curse the first time she was cast.

In this way, she can also catch a few dementors to open everyone's eyes, and practice the Patronus by the way, or get a few ghost corpses to teach everyone how to deal with these weird things.The most important thing is to face Moody's Imperius Curse, tell him in the surprised and admiring eyes of everyone: "No, professor, I don't want to do this." Then bathe in everyone's admiring eyes with a reserved smile: "It's nothing, it's all trivial, just sprinkle water."

The weekend Potions Tutoring group meeting with Harry turned into a Cho Chang review and Harry study group.She was practicing the content of the practical class in the Room of Requirement, from Transfiguration to Defense Against the Dark Arts, while Harry had to seriously write potions papers or make potions.

Even if you are busy with your studies and can't finish your homework, you still have to talk about love.

Harry was writing his thesis. After practicing the spell, she watched Harry studying seriously, and slowly approached him from behind.

"How's your thesis going?" She bent down, poking her head over his shoulder.

"It's fine," said Harry, turning to see her face close at hand.From this angle, you can see her eyelashes, her side face, her long hair falling on his shoulders, and you can smell the nice fragrance of her hair, I don't know what shampoo she used.

She met his eyes, looked at each other, and called softly: "Harry."

"What's wrong?" he asked nervously.Her black eyes held his gaze like magic.

What is she going to say?Did she want to kiss him?Should he be more proactive?thought Harry, who was full of inner drama.

"You've made a mistake here," she said, pointing to a line in the paper.

The author has something to say:

I figured I'd stop writing about the Christmas ball to study for the exam, and then resume writing during the winter break.