Harry finally felt better. 』』. ．
Ever since his last Quidditch match with Slytherin, he'd been feeling unlucky when he got targeted by dementors and fell off his broom while playing on the field.
Without the Seeker, Gryffindor lost the game without any suspense. He felt that he was sorry for Wood's expectations, his teammates, and even more himself, because their training was so serious and hard. .
There is also something that makes him even more sad. The broomstick that has been with him for a long time - Nimbus 2000, was dismembered by the Whomping Willow into many pieces of wood, which cannot be restored at all.
He felt like he had lost a good friend, and this broom held so many fond memories of him.
On the day he just woke up, Ron ran over excitedly and told him that all the dementors had been removed, and Professor Dumbledore said that they would almost never appear again.
Harry was also very happy, but there was also a feeling of loss, because his motivation to learn the Patronus Charm suddenly disappeared.
He doesn't like to give up halfway, he still hopes to learn this spell from Lupin, even if the dementors don't appear anymore, he still has to try to overcome his inner fear.
Thinking of Professor Lupine, he thought back to the days when Snape was their substitute. Lectures in a tone that makes the students drowsy, but no one dares not to listen. He likes to find ways to deduct points for Gryffindor. " stood beside you and said:
"Good mastery, Potter, but that's no reason for you to be distracted in class, please answer my question." The tone was extremely gloomy.
Then Snape would deduct points from Gryffindor whether he got the answer right or not.
What's more, most of the time he can't answer.
Also, the relationship between Hermione and Ron is still so bad, and the two always choose different moments. He now understands that the worst time for the relationship is not when the two of them quarrel violently and earth-shatteringly, but when they say a word to each other Not to mention the Cold War.
All this made him feel uncomfortable.
Today was the day he was discharged from the hospital, and their captain Wood finally brought him unexpected good news.
In the afternoon, there was a match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Slytherin lost a lot. According to the audience, most of their team members were very absent-minded, not only the players, but even the students from the same college in the audience The sound of cheering is weak.
Slytherin lost, which meant there was still hope of recovering from their first game loss.
Like a ray of warm winter sun peeking out from the dense clouds, Harry's mood rose and he was full of fighting spirit, even when facing his completely unfamiliar broom.
And it's broken, rotten, and old.
He can only choose to endure, he has to find a time to choose a new broom.
The Christmas holiday was coming, and before that, the students could go to Hogsmeade village again, and except for him, the other students were full of interest.
Just as he and Ron, in his cloak and scarf, hugged goodbye and were about to walk down the marble staircase back to Gryffindor Tower.
The Weasley brothers appeared behind him and patted him on the shoulder lightly.
"Harry, poor Harry." Fred shook his head sympathetically.
"Sure enough, we still can't bear to be so lonely." George took over the conversation.
"We actually hope that you can stay in school quietly." Fred looked troubled.
"But I think the final choice should be yours." George shrugged.
"What are you talking about?" Harry shook his head in confusion, the twins in front of him.
"Just wanted to give you an early Christmas present." They said in unison again.
"Thank you." Harry nodded, reaching out to accept the presents from George and Fred.
"You can go back to the dormitory and open it again." Friedley winked at him.
"Hmm." Harry nodded, he hadn't figured out the purpose of the two in front of him until now, he was even guessing if it was another prank.
"Trust me, you'll be pleasantly surprised," George said.
Harry thanked the two of them again, and then walked to his bedroom.
"Be safe, Harry." Just when Harry was some distance away from them, Fred and George opened their voices and shouted again.
Harry turned to them and waved to show that he had heard them.
"Honestly, Harry won't be in danger." Fred poked George on the shoulder with his elbow.
"Black didn't dare to show up. There are patrolling Aurors around the school and on Hogsmeade Street." George said relaxedly.
It didn't take long for Harry to understand what the twins were saying to him.
The gift is a hand-painted map, crooked hand-painted, but it can also express what it wants to express.
This is a map leading to Hogsmeade, and it is also marked with precautions when leading to the secret passage.
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When Harry finally appeared in front of Hermione, Hermione grew her mouth wide and stared at him like a ghost.
"God, Harry, why did you come here, is your uncle willing to sign for you? They even said that they are willing to sign the form and send it to you by owl mail?" Hermione's face said Full of astonishment.
"I sneaked out." Harry lowered his voice.
Now his nose sniffed, and he smelled a bloody smell, which made him uncomfortable. He couldn't help but look up, and there was a sign hanging on his face, which read: "Unusual taste."
Then he and Hermione went to a darker corner before they started talking about themselves.
"Are those two brothers of Ron trying to kill you?" Hermione took a deep breath and couldn't help complaining, and then seemed to think of something: "You mean the map? Is there a secret road leading here? ' she asked.
Hermione paused as soon as she finished asking, a memory she didn't want to recall began to emerge from her mind.
"That's right." Harry nodded, completely unaware of Hermione's abnormality, "It came from Honeydukes' cellar. There is a one-eyed witch next to a classroom on the fourth floor, and there is a secret passage behind it," he said.
"Oh." Hermione, who was still excited just now, became a little absent-minded, and simply responded.
She hated thinking about her own violation of the school rules.
Maybe there are other deeper reasons.
"Isn't Ron with you?" Harry regretted as soon as he said it, because his face was covered with frost again, as cold as snowflakes falling outside the window.
"He?" Hermione raised her good hair, "Maybe he's still sipping beer at the wine table, obsessed with the proprietress of a bar." She said sarcastically. (To be continued.) Announcement: Biquge app is online, supporting Android and Apple. Please follow the WeChat official account to enter the download and installation: appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)