"This is ridiculous!"
Harry's eyes were fixed on the Daily Prophet that Hermione had just brought, and his fingers holding the newspaper were trembling slightly.
The front page of this newspaper reads: Dementors broke into Hogwarts School, and Harry Potter was seriously injured and died
As soon as he woke up in the morning, Harry found himself "dead".
That's all.
He also received a bunch of letters. Some asked if he was dead or not, some expressed concern about his injuries, some wished him a speedy recovery, and some suggested that he should not play Quidditch anymore.
Harry felt that someone sent him a letter to confirm whether he was still alive.
After all, owls can't deliver messages to the dead.
One of the letters was from Mrs. Weasley, who was obviously worried about Harry's health after reading the newspaper.
"Mother thought you were seriously injured in the fall from your broomstick," Ron said helplessly. "I've asked Ginny to write to our family and tell them about it."
Harry couldn't help but glance at the card under the dishes. Just now, Ginny Weasley gave him a homemade get-well card with a blushing face.
If the card is not closed and pressed down, it will cause a shrill singing.
"This is a very strange thing."
"What's so strange?" Harry and Ron turned to look at Hermione, curious about what secret the other had discovered.
"The photo in the prophet newspaper, didn't you notice that the photo was taken in school?" Hermione raised her hand and pointed to the photo of Harry being carried away. It was because of this photo that many people thought that Harry Potter really fell off his flying broom and died. After receiving the newspaper in the morning, there was even a commotion in the hall. In the end, it was not until Professor McGonagall came out and announced that Harry was fine that the commotion was calmed down.
"A reporter from the Daily Prophet was at the scene?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Ever since Sirius Black escaped from prison, Hogwarts no longer allows anyone else to come to school to watch Quidditch matches." Hermione pointed out the suspiciousness of the incident. "It's obviously impossible for the other party to be in school at the time, let alone have the opportunity to take this photo."
"It could also be photos taken by students at school," Ron reminded. "Don't forget, Colin Creevey is always carrying a camera around taking pictures. Or maybe..."
"That shouldn't be possible." Hermione interrupted, shaking her head, "I'd rather believe that a student packaged the photo and the news together and sold it to the Daily Prophet."
"Can you make money this way?" Ron couldn't help but open his eyes wide, feeling that he had learned something new.
"Yes, selling information to reporters or newspapers is not uncommon in the Muggle world." Hermione didn't understand those things either, but she knew it existed.
"Why didn't I think of that," Ron muttered.
"What did you just say?" Hermione asked confused.
"nothing."
Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the corridor outside the school hospital. Hermione, who was about to say something, shut up.
"Harry, are you okay? We came to see you!"
Fred placed the toilet basket filled with candy on the table beside the bed.
"It's a very unique design." Harry smiled.
All the Gryffindor players came to visit Harry. Wood came too, but he looked lifeless and his voice sounded a little hollow.
"Don't blame yourself Harry, this is not your fault," Wood said to Harry. No one blamed Harry at all.
Wood really didn't blame Harry. The sudden appearance of the Dementors was an irresistible factor, and Harry almost fell to his death.
After seeing the Nimbus 2000 fragment on the table, Wood was silent for a moment, asked Harry to think about what new broom to buy, and said that he had a book "Sorting Broomsticks" that he could lend to Harry for reference.
"Don't worry about the broom, Harry. After you recover, you can borrow Albert's broom for training. He has agreed to lend it to you temporarily." Before George left, he patted Harry on the shoulder and comforted him.
After the players left, Harry turned to look at Hermione and asked, "What were you going to say?"
"I've looked up relevant information," Hermione said softly, recalling what happened yesterday. "The Patronus Charm is the only way to resist Dementors."
"That spell is too difficult."
It's not that Harry hasn't practiced the Patronus Charm, but no matter how he trained, he could only produce a silver gas, and he couldn't see any signs of improvement, so he gave up temporarily. After all, the third grade homework is very heavy, and there are many things to do every week besides Quidditch training.
Fred and George also practiced for a long time, but were unable to condense a true patronus.
Ron actually tried the Patronus Charm, but the silver gas that came out of his wand was even thinner than Harry's, so he gave up any hope of mastering the Patronus Charm in a short period of time.
"Harry, you should have more confidence in yourself. Confidence is an important part of successful spell casting." Hermione encouraged: "If you really want to master the Patronus Charm, you can only find help from someone who knows how to summon a true Patronus."
"Harry, you can go ask Professor Lupin for help. He's the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I'm sure he can help you master the Patronus Charm faster," Ron suggested.
"I think you can go talk to Albert. That guy seems to know a lot of things." Hermione suggested.
"Are you starting to admire Albert again?" Ron raised his eyebrows slightly.
"It's not admiration. I just think what he said makes a lot of sense," said Hermione. "He knows a lot of things and is very smart. Albert guessed that the Dementors would appear before they appeared. After Harry fell, he told me that Harry just fainted and would be fine."
"I feel like we didn't learn the same kind of divination as him." Ron muttered quietly. He had always envied Albert's divination ability.
"That's because you don't have a talent for Divination." Ever since Hermione learned that Divination requires talent, she has been considering whether to give up this course directly.
She probably doesn't have the talent.
Well, most students don't have a talent for divination.
"You are the same." Luo En said.
“So, I’m considering whether to drop this course.”
"You're planning to give up Divination class."
There was an undisguised surprise in Ron's voice. It was incredible to hear such words coming from Hermione.
"After all, apart from divination knowledge, we can't really learn anything useful from this course."
This is actually the main reason why Hermione wants to give up the Divination class. It is a waste of time and she doesn't learn anything useful. It is better to invest her limited time in other classes.
If Hermione hadn't wanted to get 12 excellent grades, she might have given up Divination long ago.
Ron was silent. He took Divination class with Harry simply to kill time.
"Why did they come to the playing field?" Harry asked miserably, looking at the remains of his brooms.
"What?" Ron was stunned for a moment.
"They're hungry." Hermione recalled what Albert had said. "A busy Quidditch field is a feast for Dementors, so they came."
"Do you think that the photo in the newspaper was taken by Albert?"
"Impossible, I was next to Albert when Harry fell." Hermione directly rejected this possibility.
At this time, someone else came to visit Harry. It was Hagrid, who was holding a bunch of centipede flowers.
"Harry, are you okay?"
"You'll be able to be discharged tomorrow." Harry forced a smile at Hagrid.
"That's good. It's all over the newspapers and everyone thinks you were seriously injured." Hagrid took the vase handed to him by Hermione, put the centipede flower in it, and put it on the table next to Harry.
"That's just a rumor."
"Don't be sad. Losing the Quidditch match is nothing, as long as you're okay." Hagrid patted Harry's shoulder and said, "Come to my place for tea when you have time. It's not that you're fragile, but Dementors have a particularly strong effect on those with bad memories, and they are particularly keen to suck out those people's happy emotions, which is delicious food for them."
"Hagrid, do you know anything about Dementors?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"It's okay, not really." Hagrid was a little embarrassed. He couldn't say that all this was told to him by Albert!
"If you want to ask about Dementors, I suggest you go to Professor Lupin. He is an expert in this area." Hagrid was very satisfied with his quick wit.