HP Approaches the Magic World

"Well, what can we do?" Ron yawned: "It's too late, isn't it? She got this job and is destined to stay here. Fudge will definitely guarantee this."

"Well..." Hermione said hesitantly, "That's right, I was thinking today..."

She glanced at Harry a little nervously, thinking about what Jon had taught her to say, and then continued, "I'm thinking - maybe we should just - just do it ourselves."

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked doubtfully, his hands still soaked in the juice of "Mortella Mouse Tentacles".

"Well - let's learn Defense Against the Dark Arts ourselves."

Hermione said, her voice was a little unconfident and low, but this low only lasted for a moment, and then returned to the normal level.

"Stop talking nonsense," Ron complained, "You want to increase our burden? Don't you know that Harry and I have fallen behind on another pile of homework, and it's only the second week?"

"But this is much more important than homework!"

Harry and Ron looked at her with wide eyes.

"I don't think there's anything more important in the world than homework!" Ron said.

"Don't say stupid things, of course,"

Harry saw Hermione's face suddenly glowing, just like her usual passionate passion for S.P.E.W., and he couldn't help but have an ominous feeling, "I mean, just like Harry in Umbridge

As mentioned in the first lesson, we must be prepared to deal with whatever is waiting for us outside.

I mean, we want to make sure we can actually protect ourselves.

If we learn nothing for a whole year—"

"We can't do much ourselves,"

Ron said in a frustrated tone, "I mean, yes, we can go to the library to find some curses in the books and practice them ourselves, I think-"

"No, I think we're past the stage of only learning things from books." Hermione said, "We need a teacher, a suitable teacher, who can teach us how to use spells. If we don't do it right,

You can also correct us."

"If you're talking about Lupin..."

Harry was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"No, no, I'm not talking about him," Hermione said, "He's busy with the Order of the Phoenix all day long, and the most we can see him is when we go to Hogsmeade for the weekend, and that number is far away

not enough."

"Then who is it?"

Harry frowned at her.

Hermione took a deep breath.

"Can't you see it yet?"

She said, "I'm talking about you, Harry."

A moment of silence.

The night breeze rattled the windows behind Ron, and the fire in the stove had gone out.

"What's wrong with me?" Harry said.

"I want you to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Harry stared at her blankly, then turned to Ron, wanting to exchange an annoyed look with him - they often exchanged looks like this when Hermione was going on and on about ridiculous plans like S.P.E.W.

But what surprised Harry? Ron didn't look angry.

He frowned slightly, obviously thinking.

Then he said, "That's a good idea."

"What's an idea?" said Harry.

"You," said Ron, "teach us all magic."

"But……"

A smile appeared on Harry's face, these two people must be joking with him.

"But I'm not a teacher? I can't go -"

But Hermione looked at him firmly: "Harry, you are the best in Defense Against the Dark Arts in the whole grade."

"Me?" Harry said, smiling wider than before. "I'm not. You do better than me in every exam -"

"Actually not?" Hermione said calmly, "You surpassed me in third grade - the only year we both went through that test together and met a teacher who really knew what he was doing.

But I'm not talking about test scores here? Harry, think of all the things you did!"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? I'm not sure I really want someone so stupid to teach me."

Ron said to Hermione slightly mockingly, and then he turned to Harry.

"Let me think about it?" he said, imitating Goyle's long face when he was thinking hard. "Ah... first year - you rescued the Philosopher's Stone from the You-Know-Who."

"But is that just luck?"

Harry said: "It's not about skill."

"The second year?" Ron interrupted: "You killed the basilisk and eliminated Riddle."

"Yeah, but if Fox didn't show up at that time, I-"

"In the third year," Ron's voice became louder, "you fought off a hundred dementors at once——"

"You know it was a fluke, if the time turner didn't—"

"Last year," Ron was practically yelling, "you escaped You-Know-Who again—"

"listen to me!"

Harry said almost angrily, because now Ron and Hermione were both laughing there,

"Listen to me first, okay? These things sound amazing, but it's all luck - half the time I don't know what I'm doing, it's not planned at all, I just act on feeling, and

Help is almost always available—"

Ron and Hermione were still laughing there, and Harry felt his anger rising.

He himself didn't understand why he was so angry.

"Don't sit there with a smirk on your face, as if you know better than me. I was the one who was there, wasn't I?"

He said excitedly, "I know what's going on, right?

Every time I was able to escape death, it was not because I was so good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. I was able to escape because - because I could always get help in time, or because my feelings were fairly accurate - but every time

Every time I came here in a daze, I had no idea what I was doing - don’t laugh!”

The bowl of Motla Rat Tentacle Juice fell to the ground, and the bowl was smashed to pieces.

Only then did he realize that he had stood up, but he couldn't remember how.

Crookshanks slipped under the sofa.

The smiles on Ron and Hermione's faces also disappeared.

"You have no idea what that feels like!

You - none of you have ever faced him, do you think it's just reciting a bunch of curse words and throwing them at them, like you did in class?

At that time, you know that there is nothing between you and death but yourself - your own wisdom, or courage, or whatever - and you know that in the blink of an eye you will be killed or tortured, or

How can you think normally while watching your friends die? They never told us in class what it was like to deal with something like that!

And you two are sitting here acting like I'm the smart boy who's here alive, and Cedric is the fool who screwed it up..."

He was furious and yelling, but Hermione was fine with it.

Because this is the real him.