Hogwarts Homecoming

Harry never expected things to get this bad.

Sirius had just told him at the Three Broomsticks last Saturday that he would be picking him up from the Dursleys for the summer holidays, an event that excited Harry, who had been dying to leave Dursley for years. The Si Li family, and now, this dream is finally about to come true, but unexpectedly, after only a few days, Sirius changed his mind again.

Ever since Sirius came out of Professor Brayne's office that day, he had told Harry of his new decision.

He thought it would be better for Harry to stay at the Muggle house, after all, that was the only relative in the world who was related to him by blood. Of course, in order to make Harry's situation better, he could go and talk to the Dursleys. Let's talk.

Harry couldn't help but link Sirius' change of mind to Professor Blaine and Professor Dumbledore.

After all, when Sirius brought it up at the Three Broomsticks last week, Professor Blaine had veiled his disapproval.

But this is simply ridiculous, why should they make decisions for themselves?

For several days in a row, Harry didn't look good in Professor Brian's physical education class, and he even seriously considered skipping class altogether.

"I advise you to stay calm, Harry—"

After Hermione stopped using the Time-Turner, her class schedule became much more normal. However, she still had to take several more classes than the rest. In order to save time, she now learned to walk while reading books and completing some comparisons. Simple homework.

On a night when physical education class was needed, several people from Gryffindor went to the classroom full of armor together. When Harry expressed his thoughts angrily, Hermione's eyes briefly left "A Thousand Wonders" Herbs and Herbs," said sensibly,

"Think of Pansy Parkinson in Slytherin."

Pansy Parkinson is a very annoying girl in Slytherin. Of course, there are not many people who can play with Malfoy without being annoying.

Generally speaking, the little wizards of Slytherin are more supportive of Professor Brian, because they regard him as one of their own, and Professor Brian, who has become famous in the past two years, undoubtedly makes the little wizards of Slytherin proud Unusual, Harry heard from Hufflepuff's Justin Finlayley that the people of Slytherin House were eagerly expecting Dumbledore to step down, because they thought that the next position as Headmaster of Hogwarts The person must be Professor Blaine.

Professor Brian's behavior makes people often forget that he was born in Slytherin, and Harry himself does not reject it-if in the future, Dumbledore is really out of energy, Professor Brian becomes the headmaster, but Well, it was undoubtedly disgusting to him that the Slytherin group of disgusting stinky snakes had such an intention now.

It may be that she really couldn't bear the ravages of the big dung, and Pansy Parkinson dared to skip class when Professor Brian made it clear that the time to give up this class had passed.

And Professor Brian is obviously a person who can't keep sand in his eyes. After their training, he went straight into the Slytherin common room and ordered the female prefect of Slytherin to take Pansy Parkinson out of the dormitory. Ritty slipped out and trained her alone for two hours.

It is said that Pansy Pankinson spent that night in the school hospital.

Thinking about her fate, Harry shivered a few times, dispelling the rebellious thoughts in his heart.

Now, Professor Blaine has put new demands on his physical education class.

He recorded the distance that everyone can advance under the attack of the big dung egg, and asked each class to improve from the last time, even if it is a foot improvement, otherwise, he will let you Practice all the time and not let you go back to the dormitory to sleep.

And Harry's experience in Potions class is another important reason for his bad mood.

Harry didn't know exactly what happened that day in Professor Blaine's office, but Snape was obviously out for revenge, and he went even further to make fun of Harry in Potions class, because he got zero marks for his classwork. Because of this, the length of his Potions class essay is at least one-third longer than other little wizards!

And this time it was not Sirius who helped Harry get out of trouble, but Professor McGonagall, because she really couldn't bear the abnormal rate of decline of the gemstones representing points in Gryffindor's hourglass.

The first heavy rain of the year with thunderstorms fell over the weekend, and the downpour heralds the approaching footsteps of summer.

Ron and Seamus spent half the afternoon playing Gobstones in the common room, and Harry had been watching the game and didn't participate in it, because Gobstones' failure punishment always reminded Harry of the smell of rotten juice until he played two games. After getting tired of Gobstone and switching to wizard chess, Harry became interested.

Of course, in terms of Wizard Chess level, Harry and Seamus together couldn't compare to Ron. Under the rules of whoever loses, Ron has been sitting firmly, while Harry and Seamus played alternately.

After being defeated by Ron's 'Knight' general again, Harry smacked his mouth with indifference. He looked out of the window, only to realize that the sky that had been dark all day was beginning to look a little gloomy.

"Oh, run--"

The watch he was still wearing told Harry it was almost dinnertime, and he stood up in a panic.

Quite a few of the young wizards who participated in the physical education class will arrange the half-hour running time required by Professor Brian after the end of the day's class and before dinner. This is the most suitable time and will not affect the arrangement of other times of the day. too much impact.

"Good luck, Harry—"

Simo looked up at the world under heavy rain, focused on the chessboard, shrugged and said sympathetically.

Professor Blaine didn't say that there is no need to run in rainy or snowy weather.

Harry looked around, Neville wasn't in the lounge, Fred and George had gone somewhere, and Ginny and Hermione were sitting in a remote corner of the lounge chewing their ears.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, walking over.

"Penello Clearwater—"

Hermione looked at Harry a little dissatisfied, "Luna told me that she often saw Penello alone in a daze in the common room during this time."

"so what?"

Boys are always dull in this regard, and Harry doesn't quite understand what Hermione is trying to express.

"So?" Hermione looked even more dissatisfied, "I'll tell Ginny about this, and hope she can persuade Percy, although I don't know what irreconcilable conflicts there are between the two of them, but-- They've always had a good relationship, haven't they?"

Although she felt that Hermione was a bit of a nosy, but reason told Harry that he'd better not say what was in his heart, because, he felt, Hermione seemed to think that all boys were as unfeeling as Percy.

The few of them walked out of the lounge together, ready to go for a run on the Quidditch pitch. With Hermione, Harry didn't have to worry so much about being drowned by the heavy rain. He knew that she knew many practical little charms that could help them out of some embarrassing situations.

The torrential rain that lasted all day made the marble-covered foyer slippery like an ice rink. Many little wizards who passed by fell on their backs. Harry and the others could hear the screams of pain one after another when they were on the second floor.

"It's too bad, is there no one to maintain order—"

Hermione grunted softly, and then, on the second-floor platform, she saw Neville standing at the gate of the castle facing the world filled with rain. From Neville's drooping shoulders, Hermione guessed that Neville was Melancholy or something, she pursed her lips, ready to invite Nawei together, but before Hermione could speak, a sharp smirk suddenly interrupted Hermione's greeting.

It's Peeves!

It suddenly appeared through the ceiling above the hall, floating on the same level as Harry and the others.

Harry, Hermione, and Ginny all noticed Peeves holding a bunch of fist-sized water balloons in his arms, and they immediately realized what the mischievous ghost was up to.

Peeves stared at Neville who was closest to the door, the muscles on his mischievous broad face were tense, and before Harry and the others loudly reminded him, Peeves grabbed a water polo and slammed it hard. slammed Neville on the back of the head.

really weird!

Looking at the trajectory of the water polo sliding in mid-air, Harry and the others all had strange thoughts in their hearts—why does the water polo thrown by Peeves with all its strength appear to be so slow?

Harry moved his lips, and he immediately realized that the speed of the water balloon was not slow, because, before he could utter the first syllable, Peeves' water balloon was only two feet away from the back of Neville's head!

Under the sympathetic gazes of those who saw this scene, Neville suddenly moved. Harry noticed that Neville, who had turned around, still had a familiar look of confusion on his face, but his hand had already been lifted from his side, and, at In the nick of time, he accurately caught Peeves' water polo.

boom!

In the next second, the water ball thrown by Neville brushed against Peeves' stiff cheeks, hit the ceiling of the foyer and exploded!