HP Approaches the Magical World

It is too philosophical to say that most people only want to see the sun tomorrow.

Jon was not surprised that Seshali could say such words, but in this case, what Seshali said obviously meant her.

"But if there is no sun in the world, everyone will want to live. Since we live in this world, living is the only purpose."

"Do you know? In all my years of life, people like you are really rare."

Jon pouted.

"Okay, don't say any more, I guess I take your words as a compliment to me, otherwise I'm afraid that the friendship between the two of us will be broken."

Originally a good lyrical scene, it was changed back to a dull state by Seshali's ruthless words.

"It's useless to say this. It's better to be practical than lamenting life."

Seshali found a bench at random and sat down.

"Do you know what's going to happen next?"

"What will happen next? According to the normal time, the school will start the Quidditch match next. There must be a lot of problems during this period, just wait and see."

...

For several days, the students in the castle talked about Mrs. Norris's attack all day without talking about anything else.

Filch's performance was so crazy that everyone couldn't forget this incident all the time. He often walked up and down the place where Mrs. Norris was killed, as if thinking that the attacker would come again.

Of course, there is an element of drama in it, but for the students, it is very scary.

Harry saw him scrub the writing on the wall with Mrs. Skoll's All Purpose Magic Stain Remover, but in vain; the writing still gleamed so brightly on the stone wall.

When Filch wasn't patrolling the crime scene, he stalked the corridors with his red eyes staring.

Then suddenly pounce on the unsuspecting students, trying to find excuses to put them in detention, such as they are "breathing too loudly" or "smiling".

And Ginny Weasley's spirit didn't look very good, which made the overall atmosphere of the Gryffindor team much lower.

Hermione usually spends a lot of time reading, but now she does almost nothing all day. Harry and Ron asked her what she was doing, and she ignored it, and it wasn't until the following Wednesday that they solved the mystery.

Harry was held back in Potions because Snape told him to stay and wipe the polychaetes off the table.

After packing up and having a quick lunch, he went upstairs to the library to find Ron. On the way, he saw Justin Finchrey, a Hufflepuff boy with whom he took herbalism lessons, coming towards him.

Harry was about to open his mouth to say hello, but when Justin saw him, he turned abruptly and fled in the opposite direction.

This is naturally not his fault. In the absence of relevant instructions, even Stephen issued an order to reduce activities, handing over all the work to elves and ghosts, and all the lower Hufflepuff students because of This instruction narrowed the scope of his activities to the large activity room and dormitory. Students above the fifth grade are working hard to study and prepare for the exam. Overall, it is the most quiet college.

no way,

Ever since Jon revealed the matter about the basilisk, the students at the Secretariat of the Society for Magical Research were the most nervous group of people. After all, Hufflepuffs are the most vulnerable people.

Leaving Justin alone, Harry found Ron at the back of the library, measuring his History of Magic homework with a ruler. Professor Binns asked students to write a three-foot-long composition on "The Encyclopedia of Wizards in Medieval Europe."

"I can't believe it, it's eight inches short..." Ron said angrily, and the parchment rolled up again as soon as he let go, "Hermione wrote four feet seven inches, and her handwriting was very small Small."

"Where is she?"

asked Harry, grabbing the tape measure and spreading out his own homework.

"There it is," said Ron, pointing to the rows of bookshelves. "Looking for books again. She probably wants to read the whole collection before Christmas."

Harry told Ron that Justin Fenriery had run away when he saw him.

"You care what he does, I always thought he was kind of dumb."

Ron scribbled as he spoke, trying to make it as large as possible. "It's all bullshit about how great Lockhart is—"

Hermione came out from between the bookshelves, looking very annoyed, but finally willing to talk to them.

"Several copies of 'Hogwarts, A History' have been borrowed," she said, sitting down next to Harry and Ron. "The registration line is two weeks away. Ugh I wish I hadn't left mine at home, but there's no room for Lockhart's thick volume in the trunk."

"Why do you want to see it?" Harry asked.

"Look up the legends about the Chamber of Secrets for the same reasons people want to see it," said Hermione.

They have been discussing this problem until the class bell rang and they went to class.

"It is estimated that at this time, Professor Binns should have started to give them a popular science about the basilisk."

Jon sat behind the desk in the hut, quietly reading the book in his hand.

During the recent period, preparations for the construction of the magic net have begun, but Grindelwald needs a little time. Jon and Seshari are happy to have a leisurely time, and they have started to pick up the magic practice lessons they had left behind.

"The professor of the history of magic? What does he know? The history of the magic world is now abridged."

"No matter what, the students always believe what the professor said more. As for the truth... Now that the basilisk is in its state, it's hard to say that he won't attack the students."

"That's right. After all, no one can guarantee this. Everyone should protect themselves first."

The two of them were talking when suddenly an owl flew in from the window, threw a letter on the table, touched the beak with Kane who was dozing aside, and flew away.

Seeing the owl delivering the letter, Seshali unconsciously tensed up:

"What's the matter? Maybe there's something wrong with Harry Potter again?"

"No, it's Mr. Grindelwald. He made us get ready to go out at night."

Jon looked at the letter paper in his hand and said:

"The basic point of the magic net has been set, and we need to carry out the construction work. It seems that we should forget about the afternoon nap. We still have to work hard."

"What do you sleep on? After the crisis is over, no matter whether you are dead or alive, you will naturally have plenty of time to sleep."

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