HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 Speaking of which, the students are very anxious when it comes to choosing courses.

　　 For example, the wizards and witches in Neville Longbottom’s house wrote to him one after another, and put forward many different suggestions to him on the issue of choosing courses.

　　 This made Neville feel at a loss and was very nervous. He sat there looking at the course list, with his tongue sticking out, and asked if others thought arithmetic and divination sounded more difficult to learn than ancient magic texts.

Dean and Harry Yixiang, who grew up next to Muggles, didn’t understand anything. Finally, he closed his eyes and used his magic wand to click anywhere on the list, choosing which course he clicked. .

　　 And Hermione did not follow anyone's advice and signed all subjects.

　　 Percy Weasley was eager to teach Harry by example.

　　 "It depends on where you want to go, Harry."

　　 He said, "You must plan for the future earlier, so I recommend divination to you.

People say it is foolish to choose Muggle research, but I personally think that wizards should have a thorough understanding of non-magical society, especially if they want to engage in work that is closely related to Muggles-look at my father, he Must deal with Muggle affairs at all times.

　　My brother Charlie always likes to be outdoors, so he chose to protect the magical creature class.

　　 Use your strengths, Harry. "

　　 But Harry felt that the only thing he was really good at was Quidditch.

　　 So in the end, he chose the same new courses as Ron. He felt that if these courses were very hard to learn, at least one person would be willing to help him friendly.

　　Gryffindor’s next Quidditch game is against the Hufflepuffs, and this thing makes Cedric a little messy.

　　Because the students have shown the trend of actors, everyone wants Gryffindor to win. He is happy every day when he trains, but he still hopes his players can practice and play well.

　　 After all... it's too late.

　　Unlike Hufflepuff, Wood insisted that the players train after dinner every day, so Harry had almost no time to do anything other than training and finishing homework.

　　 However, the training is getting easier, or at least it's not too rainy.

　　 The night before the Saturday game, when he walked to the dormitory to put down the flying broomstick, he felt that the Gryffindor team had never won the Quidditch Cup with such confidence.

　　 But his happy mood did not last long. As soon as he arrived upstairs in the dormitory, he saw Neville Longbottom with a panic face.

　　 "Harry... I don't know who did it, I just found out..."

　　 Neville looked at Harry in horror and pushed open the door.

The contents of Harry’s box were thrown everywhere, his clothes were crumpled on the floor, the sheets were torn from his four-leg bed, the drawers of the bedside table were pulled apart, and the contents were scattered. On the mattress.

　　 Harry walked toward the bed with his mouth wide open, and under his feet a few paper sheets that had fallen out of "Walk with the Trolls" were stepped on.

　　 When he and Neville put the sheets back on the bed, Ron also came in.

　　 "What's the matter, Harry?"

"do not know."

　　 Harry shook his head, Ron lowered his head and examined Harry's clothes carefully, only to find that all his pockets had been turned out.

　　 "Someone is looking for something," Ron said, "Is there something missing?"

　　 Harry began to pick up all his things and threw them back into the box one by one.

　　 When he threw in Lockhart's last book, he realized what was missing.

　　 "Riddle's diary is gone," he said to Ron in a low voice.

"what?"

　　 Harry twisted his head in the direction of the dormitory door, and Ron followed him out.

　　 They hurried downstairs and returned to the Gryffindor common room. There was no one in there—only Hermione was sitting alone, reading a book called "An Introduction to Ancient Magic Texts".

　　 Hearing the news, she was stunned.

　　 "But-only Gryffindor people can steal-no one else knows our password..."

　　……

　　……

　　 They woke up early the next morning, the weather was clear, the sun was shining, and the pleasant breeze was blowing gently.

　　 "It's the ideal weather for Quidditch games!"

　　At the Gryffindor table, Wood said enthusiastically, adding a lot of scrambled eggs to each team member's plate.

　　 "Harry, cheer up, you need a good breakfast."

　　 Harry kept looking at the crowded Gryffindor table, wondering if the new owner of Riddle's diary was right in front of him.

Hermione urged him to report the theft to the school, but Harry was reluctant to do so, because then he would have to explain the ins and outs of the diary to the teacher and tell him how many people knew why Hagrid was expelled fifty years ago .

　　 He didn't want to be the one who started this matter again.

　　 Harry left the auditorium with Ron and Hermione and went to pack his game items. At this time, he was already in chaos with a heavy worry in his heart.

　　 Because just when he stepped on the marble stairs, he suddenly heard the voice: "This time I want to kill...let me tear...let me tear..."

　　 He yelled, and Ron and Hermione jumped away from him in horror.

　　 "That voice!" Harry said, turning his head and looking back. "I heard it again—did you hear it?"

　　 Hermione patted her head: "I suddenly understood something, I'm going to the library!"

　　 She ran away in a hurry~www.wuxiahere.com~ and went upstairs.

　　 "What did she understand?"

　　 Harry said flusteredly, still looking around, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

　　 "I don't know." Ron said, shaking his head.

　　 "But why did she go to the library?"

　　 "Because this is Hermione's style," Ron said, shrugging his shoulders, "When in doubt, go to the library."

　　 Harry stood there hesitantly, trying to catch the sound again, but then people crowded out from the auditorium, chatting and laughing loudly behind him, preparing to go from the main entrance to the Quidditch field.

　　 "You better act quickly," Ron said. "It's almost eleven o'clock-the game."

　　 Harry walked quickly to the Gryffindor Building, picked up his light wheel 2000, and joined the hustle and bustle of people crossing the court, but his thoughts were still in the castle, looking for the invisible voice.

　　 When he changed into a bright red robe in the locker room, the only thing he talked about was that everyone was watching the game outside.

　　 The players walked to the arena amidst earth-shattering cheers. Oliver Wood rose into the air and flew around the goalposts to warm up. Madam Hooch released the ball.

　　The members of the Hufflepuff team are wearing light yellow clothes. They are gathering together at the moment to discuss tactics at the last minute.

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