HP through the autumn

"You're even more of a beast than I thought," Laurie said, shaking her head pretendingly.

"Thank you for the compliment." Qiu replied without guilt.

"Wouldn't your conscience ache if you hit a boy in the third grade?" Laurie grieved.

"No, my conscience is long gone."

They went to the edge of the pitch and saw Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, and the Slytherin captain, Marcus Flint, lying in a mess, struggling to free themselves from their black robes.

Professor McGonagall was looking at them with a furious expression, and she was scarier than Snape when she was angry.Because Snape is often in a state somewhere between unhappy and angry, while Professor McGonagall is just serious.

People who don’t get angry are much scarier when they get angry than those who get angry often, because you don’t know what they will do, and the unknown often makes people feel scared.

"You and Potter's Patronus scared them enough," said Roger, as the Ravenclaw players watched with interest as they writhed and writhed in their robes.

"A husband and a wife, huh?" Laurie nudged her quietly.

"Why aren't women singing and husbands following?"

"That's right, Potter is completely powerless against a beast like you."

She shook her head: "You don't understand, natural stupidity is the big killer."

When Harry landed on the ground, Ron had already led a group of Gryffindor supporters waiting for him below.As soon as he hit the ground and was overwhelmed by the crowd, Ron threw up his arms and shouted, "Win!"

They cheered and returned to the Gryffindor common room, passing by Malfoy's party who were still struggling, and seeing Goyle's head still wrapped in his robes, everyone laughed.

There's nothing more satisfying than having your nemesis embarrass yourself in front of you, because you can laugh at him about it for a long time.Maybe when both of you are gray-haired and wrinkled old men, you still don't forget to laugh at the stupid things the other did.

If you don't kill each other before then.

There were four months until the exam, and two months until the next match against Slytherin.During this period of rare leisure for Harry, his Patronus has been practiced, and he no longer has to worry about dementors affecting his game, which finally gave him the opportunity to sit by the fire on Friday night to continue Read "Twelve Ways to Bewitch a Witch".

It's better to save things like studying hard until before the exam to worry about it.

When Ron heard that he was going to read the book, he actively moved over and sat beside him.

"Have you finished your herbalism dissertation yet?" Harry asked him.

"not yet."

"Then why don't you write it tonight? I've already done it."

"I—" Ron racked his brains to find a reason to read the book with Harry without revealing that he was also interested in the content of the book: "I'm worried that no one will discuss it with you after reading the book, After all, what if the book is wrong? Then you won’t be able to catch up with Qiu.”

Harry didn't expose him, they knew each other well, and started reading Chapter 5 of the book together:

"Charm the witch—make her think you're good.

Male nightingales will use beautiful songs to attract females, while male peahens choose to use gorgeous feathers to attract the attention of female peahens.What method should wizards use to present themselves?If you're going to shake off your galleon-filled purse or brag about your magical prowess right in front of her, prepare to be alone forever, or wait for a witch who will want to be with your galleons. "

"I don't even have Galleons." Ron remembered that he only had Sickle and Nat's wallets.

"But having Gallon may not be able to charm witches." Harry thought in distress how to show his excellence in an appropriate way.He caught the Snitch twice in a row against her, hoping it would give her a taste of his excellent flying skills.Maybe he also needs to show off his magic skills.

"How do you think I'll show Cho my level of magic?" he asked Ron.

"Are you sure, bro?" Ron felt as if Harry was completely carried away. "She's a year above you, she can do everything you can, and she can do what you can't. Min, do you think there is any magic that you know that Hermione can't?"

"The Patronus Charm?" Harry replied uncertainly.

"But she can do this too." Ron ruthlessly punctured Harry's fantasy.

"But this is difficult, isn't it? Professor Lupine told me that many senior students can't do it yet. If she knows this spell, she can understand the difficulty of this spell better."

"Sounds reasonable. But you already used the Patronus Charm during the Quidditch match that day."

"We were all busy catching the Snitch at the time, maybe she didn't see it clearly?"

"Then what are you going to do? Rush in front of her and yell 'Guardian'?" Ron laughed as he imagined the scene.

"And then was caught by Filch to do labor service?" Harry glanced at Ron with disgust.

After the game, when Qiu was eating in the hall, he found that Harry still maintained the fine tradition of staring at her while eating, and every time he met her gaze, he continued to gaze affectionately at the candle diagonally above.

Candle: Longevity!Please let it go!

As he pretended to look at the candles, she watched him too, wondering when he would sneak over again.

"Potter is melting under your gaze." Laurie watched her actions, lamenting that poor little Potter had fallen into the clutches of the devil.

"That should be after Cedric melted." She picked up a glass of pumpkin juice and drank it slowly.

Less than 30 seconds later, Harry's eyes turned back. He noticed that she was still looking at him, and nervously picked up a glass of pumpkin juice and drank it, and then successfully choked.

Tut tut, so cute!

She stopped staring at Harry in case he choked on her later.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron asked him, patting him on the back vigorously.

Harry was still coughing.

"I think he'd be better off if you didn't pat him." Hermione frowned as Ron's hand fell heavily on Harry's back.

"Really?" Ron let go of his hand in doubt, and Harry coughed for a while and finally stopped.

"You almost sent me flying, Ron," he said hoarsely.

"Sorry," said Ron, "Why are you choking all of a sudden?"

Seeing that Hermione was still following developments on their side, Harry said he was just being careless.

"Did you see something just now?" Hermione asked sharply, looking in the direction Harry had just looked.

"No!" Harry replied and found himself answering too quickly, because Hermione was obviously more suspicious.

"You saw a nightingale, didn't you, Harry?" Ron asked him deliberately with a smirk.

"Nightingale? In the hall?" Hermione looked around, but didn't see a single nightingale feather.

"Maybe it's a peacock." For the first time, Ron discovered that there was something he knew that Hermione didn't. He and Harry looked at each other with secrets in mind, with a secret smile on their faces.

Hermione couldn't get a result from the two of them, so she had to put the question aside for the time being.

How to show your patron saint in front of the girl you like?

The answer is obviously not to pull her to Azkaban and cast the Patronus Charm on the dementor, and then the two of them either receive the dementor's kiss, or be arrested by the Ministry of Magic and interrogated why they broke into the prison.

After thinking about it for a week, Harry decided to invite Qiu to the Room of Response in the name of academic exchanges, under the slogan of actively carrying out academic exchange activities and improving his scientific research capabilities.

Qiu, a schoolmaster girl, was successfully intercepted by Harry, a scumbag boy in the library.

She was writing her thesis when she heard someone beside her quietly sit down, turned her head, and met Harry's troubled eyes.

When Harry saw her turn her head, he was so startled that he forgot his opening remarks.

He froze for a second, then asked her blankly: "Do you want to see my patron saint?"

"I think." She nodded bluntly, "Last time I was only focused on catching snitches, and I didn't see your patron saint."

"So... let's go to the Room of Requirement?" Harry suggested.

"Let's go." She put the papers in her schoolbag and led the way out of the library.

The two of them walked all the way from the fourth floor to the eighth floor, and the topic during the period revolved around what memories they used to cast the Patronus Charm.

"I was thinking back to the first time I knew I was a wizard and I was going from the Dursleys to Hogwarts," Harry said with a slight smile on his lips.

"I was thinking back to my mum's meals, my favorite kind, and the feeling after every successful spell."

"By the way, what animal is your Patronus?" she asked Harry, grabbing the hem of his robe as he went up the stairs.

"It's a deer, like my father's. How about yours?"

"An antelope."

They opened the Room of Requirement. Surprisingly, there was a lawn in the room, the sun was shining from an unknown place, and there were even a few bushes in the corner of the room.

"What were you thinking just now, Harry?"

"I was just thinking, the antelopes live on the steppes—"