Hogwarts Card Drawer

After Potions class comes Charms class, and spells are always the best topic of conversation in private; usually people have to do a lot of protective work, like moving around, to minimize the risk of being overheard.

Today, however, was a godsend: cooing bullfrogs and croaking crows filled the room; outside it was raining heavily, and the raindrops hit the classroom windows with a thud.

"You told that old woman Umbridge that Harry and the others were going to form an underground organization?" Kronos whispered to Draco, and he couldn't remember who told the secret in the original book.

"Me?" Draco held the frog so tightly with one hand, his eyes were protruding, and he hurriedly put it on the table.

"I wouldn't take the initiative to find that old woman Umbridge." Draco shoved his hand into the bucket beside him in dissatisfaction and vigorously cleaned the liquid of the frog on it.

"Then why did you almost get into a fight with Neville Longbottom before the Potions class?" Kronos then asked.

"How do I know?" Draco also looked puzzled, "I didn't mess with him, I just said that Weasley's father needed to go to St. Mungo's Hospital to have a look at his head. I rushed over."

"Oh!" Chronos replied in a calm manner. If he said that, Chronos would understand that Neville's parents were insane because of the Cruciatus Curse, and they are still in St. Mungo's Magical Hospital. stay!

"Didn't I tell you not to go to the Gryffindors? Silently." Kronos pointed his wand at Draco's frog, and it deflated silently, "Anyway, now Don't go looking for Gryffindors."

"I don't think he will listen to you." Daphne said at the right time, "He is not stupid, he knows what he is doing. Silently."

The crow that was croaking on the table just now lost its voice for an instant, but the crow's beak was still opening and closing.

"Very well, Miss Astoria!" Professor Flitwick's shrill voice startled them. "Now let me see how you're doing, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Wh...wh... oh... oh, ok, ok." Draco was flustered. "Hmm... silent!"

He jabbed straight down and nearly blew the bullfrog's eye; the bullfrog fell off the table with a yelp.

So as they expected, Draco's homework had an extra practice of silent spells.

Because the rain is too heavy,

Students can stay here until get out of class ends. The classroom was very noisy, and Peeves was wandering the crowded classroom on the first floor, throwing an ink ball or something on a student's head from time to time.

"I don't know where they are practicing defensive spells." Daphne murmured in Kronos' ear vaguely.

"Why, you want to study too?" Kronos asked.

"That's not true, I'm just worried about whether the current Defense Against the Dark Arts class will allow me to pass the O.W.L. exam." Daphne put down the quill in her hand, with a worried expression on her face.

"You know, compared with the profession of a teacher, he is more like an undercover agent of the Ministry of Magic in Hogwarts. She doesn't know how to teach at all, and just makes us read those useless books day after day." Daphne complained.

"Okay. It's not a matter of a day or two to find a teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Otherwise, we wouldn't have changed teachers every year." Kronos comforted.

In the next two weeks, everyone felt some subtle changes in the castle. For example, when eating in the auditorium, except for the long table of Slytherin, the students at the other three long tables always have a tacit understanding of missing some people.

The change was most noticeable in Harry, who walked with his head held high as if he had a talisman on his chest.

An exciting secret backed him up through Umbridge's lessons, and even allowed him to look at Umbridge's obnoxious bulging eyes with an air of gallantry.

He and DA defied her right under Umbridge's nose, doing exactly what she and the Ministry feared the most. When he pretended to read in class, he would flash back with satisfaction to DA's latest get-together.

Recalling how Neville successfully disarmed Hermione, how Colin Creevey mastered the Obstacle Charm after three lessons of hard work, how Parvati Patil used a perfect crushing spell to smash the table The sight glass turned to dust.

And the first Quidditch game of the season is just around the corner. The morning of the game was bright and cold. When Kronos woke up, he saw Draco sitting upright on the bed, with his hands on his knees, staring at the sky intently.

"Work hard." Kronos didn't say much, but he patted Draco on the shoulder heavily.

When they arrived, the hall was almost full, and everyone was talking loudly, and the atmosphere was more lively than usual. The drumming grew louder as they passed the Slytherin table.

Chronus saw that, in addition to the green and silver scarves and hats they usually wore, each of them wore a silver badge shaped like a crown.

And in Gryffindor, their team members also received a warm welcome, everyone wore red and gold costumes, but instead of encouraging Ron's courage, this welcome seemed to let him take his last breath out. He slumped on the nearest bench, looking as though he were facing his last meal.

The first game is the match between the old enemies of Gryffindor and Slytherin, and the atmosphere of the castle can be imagined. For some reason, a lot of people in Slytherin were laughing and beckoning to Ron.

The frosty weeds rattled under their feet as they hurried across the sloping lawn to the gymnasium. There was not a hint of wind today and the sky was a pure pearly white, indicating that there was no problem with glare today and visibility was high.

"I'll go first, see you on the field." Kronos didn't go into the players' lounge with Draco, where they changed their clothes.

Kronos stepped up the steps. They could hear hundreds of footsteps on the auditorium benches. Someone was singing, though Chronos could not make out the words.

For God's sake, he also began to feel nervous, but he knew that his nausea was far less intense than Ron's. He saw Ron clutching his stomach and staring straight ahead, his jaw parted. He looked pale.

The Slytherin team entered, and Malfoy stood aside, the sun shining on his blond hair. He smirked into Harry's eyes, poking the crown on his chest.

"Captain, shake hands," ordered Mrs. Hooch, the referee, as Montague and Angelina walked up to each other. Chronos dared to say that Montague wanted to crush Angelina's fingers, even though Angelina didn't. flinch. "Get on the broom..."