HP Approaches the Magic World

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

For example, the wizards and witches in Neville Longbottom's family wrote to him one after another, giving him many different suggestions on course selection.

This left Neville at a loss as to what to do and very nervous. He sat there looking at the course list, his tongue hanging out, and asked others if they thought arithmetic divination sounded more difficult to learn than ancient runes.

Like Harry, Dean grew up around Muggles and didn't understand anything. He finally closed his eyes and used his wand to click randomly on the list, choosing whichever course he clicked on.

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Hermione didn't follow anyone's advice and signed all the subjects.

Percy Weasley was eager to teach Harry by words and deeds.

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

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

People say that choosing Muggle Studies is stupid, but I personally believe that wizards should have a thorough understanding of non-magical society, especially if they want to work in a job that has close contact with Muggles - look at my father, he

You have to deal with Muggle affairs all the time.

My brother Charlie has always loved being outdoors, so he chose Care of Magical Creatures.

Play to 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 difficult to learn, at least one person would be willing to help him in a friendly way.

The Gryffindor team's next Quidditch match was against Hufflepuff, and this incident made Cedric a little upset.

Because the students all showed the tendency to be actors, everyone wanted Gryffindor to win and be happy during training every day, but he still hoped that his team members could practice well and play well.

After all...too much is never enough.

Unlike Hufflepuff, Wood insisted that the team members train after dinner every day, so Harry had almost no time to do anything else except train and complete homework.

However, training is getting easier, or at least it doesn't rain as much.

As he walked to the dormitory to put down his broomstick the night before Saturday's game, he felt that Gryffindor had never been more certain to win the Quidditch Cup.

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

"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 suitcase were thrown everywhere, his clothes lay crumpled on the floor, the sheets had been torn from his four-seat bed, and the bedside table drawers had been pulled open and their contents scattered.

On the mattress.

Harry walked towards the bed with his mouth wide open, a few pages that had fallen out of "Walking with Trolls" under his feet.

As he and Neville were putting the sheets back on the bed, Ron came in.

"What's going on, Harry?"

"have no idea."

Harry shook his head, and Ron lowered his head and looked carefully at Harry's clothes, only to find that all the pockets were turned outside.

"Someone's looking for something," said Ron. "Is something missing?"

Harry started picking up his things and throwing them back into the box one by one.

It was only when he threw in Lockhart's last book that he realized something was missing.

"Riddle's diary is missing." He said to Ron in a low voice.

"What?"

Harry turned 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 there - only Hermione was sitting alone, reading a book called "A Simple Introduction to Ancient Runes".

After hearing the news, she was stunned.

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

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They woke up early the next morning to a clear, sunny day with a pleasant breeze blowing gently.

"Ideal weather for a Quidditch game!"

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

"Harry, cheer up, you need to have 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 unwilling to do so, because then he would have to tell the teacher the ins and outs of the diary and tell him how many people knew why Hagrid was expelled fifty years ago.

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

Harry left the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione to pack up his competition items. At this time, a very heavy worry appeared in his already chaotic heart.

Because just when he stepped onto the marble stairs, he suddenly heard the voice again: "This time I am going to kill people... let me tear... let me tear..."

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

"That sound!" Harry said, turning his head and looking back, "I just heard it again - did you hear it?"

Hermione patted her head: "I suddenly understood something, I want to go to the library!"

She ran away in a hurry and went upstairs.

"What did she understand?"

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

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

"But why does she want to go to the library?"

"Because that's just the way Hermione is," Ron said, shrugging. "When in doubt, go to the library."

Harry stood there hesitantly, trying to capture the sound again, but at this moment people poured out of the Great Hall, talking and laughing loudly behind him, preparing to go to the Quidditch pitch from the main entrance.

"You'd better get moving," said Ron. "It's almost eleven o'clock - the game."

Harry walked quickly to Gryffindor Tower, picked up his Nimbus 2000, and joined the bustling flow of people passing through the stadium, but his mind was still in the castle, chasing the disembodied voice.

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

The players walked onto the field amid earth-shattering cheers. Oliver Wood jumped into the air and flew around the goal post for a warm-up. Mrs. Hooch released the ball.

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