[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Easter is coming soon, but students at Hogwarts have no time to enjoy the festive atmosphere because they have more and more homework, especially the fourth grade students. The professors seemed to feel the need to stress them out a year in advance in view of the Ordinary Wizarding Level exams for fifth years. And Harry is probably the most nervous among the fourth-year students, because as one of the contestants at Hogwarts—and the youngest one forced to participate—he also has to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament. The third and final project.

In fact, his mood has not been very high this whole year. His friend Tom Locke suddenly disappeared last semester. Although Principal Dumbledore claimed that he had gone away for further study and was studying with a wizard who had an eccentric personality but was absolutely powerful in magic, he still intuitively sensed some weird implications. Ron was willing to believe what Principal Dumbledore said and envied Tom for having such an opportunity, but Hermione was just as skeptical as he was.

"You won't come back without sending a letter, right?" Hermione asked rationally.

But the owls they sent out - neither Harry's Hedwig nor the school's public owls - could find Tom.

"Dumbledore said that the wizard has a weird personality," Ron said disapprovingly. "Some conservative wizard schools are like this and do not allow outsiders to know where they are."

Among the three of them, obviously only Ron, who had been living in the wizarding world, seemed to have the most authoritative explanation, so Harry could only accept this statement and pray in his heart for good luck to his friend.

This year has not been entirely without good news, but it has been some heavy good news.

For example, he finally knew part of the truth about the death of his parents. Black borrowed the pensieve in the principal's office and used his memory to prove his innocence. It turned out that it was not Sirius who betrayed his parents, but the pet rat Scabbers who had been pretending to be Ron. of Peter Pettigrew.

For another example, although Sirius is his godfather, it stands to reason that he can live with his godfather and get rid of the Dursley family, but Peter Pettigrew's escape prevented Black from proving his innocence to the world—— His own memory was not strong enough for the Ministry of Magic to overturn his verdict - so Black could only live with him as a big black dog as Headmaster Dumbledore's Christmas gift.

Still can't go back to the Dursley's together. After all, in the Muggle world, vicious dogs that hurt people will be shot to death. And it was difficult for Harry to guarantee that Black would not attack the Dursleys after seeing him living like a house elf in the Muggle world.

Another example is that Hagrid's beloved Hippogriff was still sentenced to beheading at the instruction of the Malfoy family, but they found a way to borrow Hermione's time turner to let the monster fly. Even though they used such a clever method of committing the crime, they also deliberately chose a time when Hagrid had a sufficient alibi - at that time, Hagrid was inviting witnesses and executioners from the Ministry of Magic who had just examined the Hippogriff. Drinking tea - but Hagrid still fell under suspicion. After all, he had good motives, and he didn't need any evidence to suspect a half-giant. So Hagrid lost his qualification to teach, and the Care of Magical Creatures class is now taught by a capable witch named Professor Grubblan.

To be honest, Professor Grupplan did a much better job than Hagrid. She chose the unicorn cub for her first class! He conquered the hearts of all the girls and most of the boys at once. But her academic requirements were much higher than Hagrid's, so much so that the Care of Magical Creatures class, which had always been just a practical class, actually had more written homework.

Harry was nervously preparing for the Triwizard Tournament. The last thing he wanted right now was the burden of schoolwork. The unreliable godfather Sirius actually wanted to help him with his homework, without taking into account the difference in their own abilities and levels... so much so that he didn't check carefully and thought he had remembered it wrong and that he had written it in a hazy moment. But Harry forgot about it and handed it over directly——

Then he was fined with more homework and after-school services.

This made Harry even more anxious and confused. Seeing that it was already May, he still didn't know what he should prepare. He could only squeeze out time to browse aimlessly through the large spell books that Hermione had picked out, and secretly doubted that he could successfully cast it. A few of them come.

Finally, in the last week of May, Professor McGonagall kept him after Transfiguration class.

"Potter, you go down to the Quidditch pitch at nine o'clock tonight," Professor McGonagall told him, "Mr. Bagman is going to tell the warriors what the third item is there."

She gave Harry a meaningful look behind her glasses.

"I hope you are well prepared," she said. At this time, the students in the classroom were almost gone, "instead of expecting someone to help you like the Transfiguration homework." She pointed with her index finger to be singled out. A few pieces of parchment, "Believe me, Mr. Potter, I can't recognize the writing style of the students I taught."

Harry stared at her dumbfounded and whispered, "No way..."

"I really wrote it!" He hurriedly raised his hands to swear, "I swear to you!"

"Yes, I believe the first half is at your level, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall said with a straight face.

"I was so tired," Harry murmured, "I fell asleep...and then I woke up and I thought I was done..."

"Apparently an unknown gentleman has extended his generous hand again." Professor McGonagall said, "I suggest you have a good chat with him. Or if you need, I will come and talk to him personally."

Harry felt extremely embarrassed.

He bowed his head towards Professor McGonagall. So Professor McGonagall understood what he meant, nodded to him, and said: "Then at nine o'clock tonight, I will tell that 'kind-hearted' gentleman," she deliberately re-read the word "kind-hearted", which made Harry blush. He said with a face, "Come to my office and I will talk to him personally."

So, at 8:30 that night, Harry spent a lot of effort to comfort the big black dog who knew that he had done something stupid again, so he hugged his godson's thigh with tears in his eyes, and coaxed him to find him with all his strength. Professor McGonagall then said goodbye to Ron and Hermione in Gryffindor Tower and came downstairs. As he walked through the foyer, another Hogwarts contestant, Cedric, was emerging from the Hufflepuff common room.

"What do you think it could be?" Cedric asked with a cheerful and excited smile as they walked down the stone steps and merged into the overcast night. "Fleur kept chattering about the underground tunnels. .She thought we were looking for treasure."

Fleur Delacour is a contestant at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She has blue eyes and long waterfall-like silver hair, and is very charming. But before that, Harry didn't know that Cedric had a good relationship with her.

But that's normal, who doesn't like Cedric. Harry thought with mixed emotions. After all, Cedric reminded him that the clues in the golden egg could only be heard underwater. He has always been a good person who is kind to others.

"That's not so bad," Harry replied, thinking he could just ask Hagrid to borrow a Niffler and let it do the work.

They walked down the pitch-black lawn towards the Quidditch pitch and entered through a gap between the stands.

"What are they doing here?" Cedric stopped suddenly and said angrily. As a chaser of Hufflepuff and a loyal fan of Quidditch, I felt angry when I saw that countless intricate and winding low walls had been built on the Quidditch pitch. It's a natural thing.