[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Harry arrived at the Room of Requirement early. His sleep quality was not very good these days, so he woke up very early on the day of the event.

To be honest, he had doubts about Voldemort at first about his sleeping problems, but the dreams during this period were different from the previous ones. They were blurry, and he couldn't sense Voldemort's emotions. When he woke up, he had a migraine due to lack of rest, and The pain in the scar seems to be different.

He just felt like he was fixed and couldn't break free, and then an indescribable heat began to steam up, as if his whole body was going to be burned... He felt hot and unbearable, and there was also a kind of heat that slowly melted away. The ease of breaking free from the shackles of the physical body... So every time he struggled to wake up, he was sweating profusely and had to crawl out of bed barefoot to drink a large glass of ice water.

He secretly asked Ron if he ever dreamed of being hot at night or something. Ron smiled evilly at him: "You have grown up, Harry."

Harry understood what he meant, his face flushed, and he reluctantly argued: "No..."

But Ron had already leaned over and asked him quietly: "What exactly did you dream about?"

"I can't remember clearly," Harry answered honestly, "I just dreamed about being tied up and being very hot -" He immediately regretted it, because Ron gave a strange laugh and said, "You are so good at this." mouth" expression.

"...It's nothing." Harry stopped the topic, and Ron raised his eyebrows. At least he took care of his friend's thin skin and didn't ask further.

Since Ron and I couldn't talk about this topic, naturally we couldn't talk about it with other friends...especially when Sirius caught him waking up from the heat in the middle of the night and secretly taking off his sweaty clothes to drink water. It was obvious on his face. After the expression of relief, Harry didn't want to speak anymore.

"...I have a bit of a headache." Harry tried to explain expressionlessly.

"What's going on?" The handsome black-haired man stood at the foot of the bed and looked at him with concern. "You haven't been sleeping well lately."

"...had some nightmares." Harry said desperately, looking directly at the pillow, not looking at Sirius, "I feel very hot..."

Sirius looked at him encouragingly.

"...I seem to be tied up...I can't remember clearly, but someone seems to be getting closer and closer...I slowly feel hotter and hotter-" Harry's description was interrupted by a laugh that he couldn't hold back. .

He looked at Sirius dimly.

"It's okay," Sirius comforted, "I'm almost at this age... It's not scary at all, Harry, it's normal for you to think it's a nightmare... The first time I dreamed, that person didn't even have a face! "

"I do not have!"

Sirius' eyes quickly shifted and glanced at the pajamas that had been changed.

Harry raised his gaze, pretending not to notice the twitching of his nose.

"Of course," he touched his nose, "Okay, I'm sorry. It might indeed be a nightmare... I mean, if you still feel uncomfortable when you wake up tomorrow, you must tell me, okay?"

"..." Harry climbed into bed numbly: "Good night."

But when he woke up the next day, he still found "The Essential Book of Puberty" and "Playboy" beside his pillow.

Harry: "..."

Harry stuffed them into the bottom of his suitcase.

Fortunately, after he woke up from heat in the middle of the night many times, Sirius began to face this problem more and more, and began to tell him how to empty his mind and practice Occlumency before going to bed - "Just imagine that you are riding a broomstick and flying fast in the air. Fly! Accelerate! Accelerate! There is only the whistling of the wind in my ears, and light and shadow blurred into color blocks pass by in front of my eyes," he said vividly, "I naturally don't think about anything!"

Harry strongly doubted that it was Sirius's statement that caused his recent dreams to include, in addition to the heat that seemed to be melting away, vague mysterious whispers in his ears, and some vague color patches.

He sighed, pushed the disturbing dreams away, and began to decorate the Room of Requirement. He had asked for some custom-made decorations from the house elves before, but it wasn't until he hung the 23rd ball on the ceiling with a sore back that he remembered that he could have asked the Room of Requirement when he entered. Get more specific – like a Defense Against the Dark Arts practice room with Christmas decorations.

"..." Harry decided to blame this omission on lack of sleep.

He had just held the 24th little golden ball in his hand and was hesitating whether to exit and reset the secret order when the door creaked open and Luna Lovegood walked in as if she was dreaming as usual.

"Hello," she said vaguely, looking at the unfinished decoration hanging on his arm, "it's so beautiful. Do you want to help?"

"Uh, okay." Harry gave her some of the decorations, and Angelina, Katie and Aaliyah happened to come in. Angelina took off her cloak and threw it into the corner, then casually took some of the decorations. He started working and said, "We've found a replacement."

"Replacement for... me?" Harry felt a stone fall into his stomach.

"You, Fred and George," she said impatiently, "our new Seeker is Ginny Weasley."

Harry wanted to say congratulations, but he couldn't.

"Umbridge over there-" he wanted to say he was still trying.

"Yes, I know. But we can't wait forever." Angelina said, taking out her wand, moving her arms, and directing the vines to fly to where they should be. "She is very good, really. Of course not as good as you, but since you can't participate..."

Harry swallowed back the retort that was on his lips: Didn't she think that he was a hundred times more regretful than she was when he was forced to leave the team?

"Where's the batsman?" he asked, trying to keep his tone calm.

"Andrew Kirk," Arya said with a heavy heart, "Jack Sloper, they are not very good, but compared with other woods..."

The arrival of Ron and Hermione ended the suppressed conversation. Five minutes later, Neville rushed in panting.

"Malfoy..." he said hesitantly, "He was outside just now, so I waited a moment... Will he know that we are at a party?"

He didn't notice that when he said this, many of the classmates who came in one after another in the room exchanged glances.

"Maybe Tom told him," Ron said unhappily.

"It's okay," Harry said soothingly, "He can't get in... We'll let the Room of Requirement find another entrance later. Okay," he high-fived everyone for silence, "I think we'll just review it tonight. Things you’ve practiced before, because this is the last gathering before the holidays, there’s no point in learning new things before a three-week break—”

"Don't you want to learn something new?" Zacharis Smith muttered, his voice echoing throughout the room, "If I had known, I shouldn't have come today..."

What does "shouldn't come today" mean? Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Then we're all sorry Harry didn't tell you sooner," Fred said loudly.

Several people laughed secretly. When Harry saw Qiu smiling too, his heart skipped a beat, as if he had missed a step when he went downstairs.

"See those little golden balls hanging on the ceiling?" Harry said, "Try to hit them with the stun spell, there will be a surprise-"

The Weasley twins never missed a surprise like this. George hit one first with a stunner - his aim was good, a batsman's instinct - and then the ball quickly grew in size and swooped down towards him -

"Now use the Obstacle Charm!" Harry shouted.

Fred helped, and the inflated golden ball hit the barrier of the Obstacle Spell and exploded into colorful confetti.

"Surprise!" Harry laughed, fished out a mini Christmas wreath brooch from the confetti and gave it to George to fasten on his chest, "Merry Christmas!"

The room soon resounded with spells coming and going, but not everyone's accuracy was that good, so they had to pay attention to dodge other people's spells when aiming. Harry looked at everyone, and his heart was filled with pride - everyone had made great progress and seemed happy... He thought as he wiped the sweat from his head.

Weird...he thought, why is it so hot today.

After an hour, Harry called everyone to stop. "When we get back from the holidays we can start something more difficult - maybe even include the Patronus Charm." He smiled and said, "Merry Christmas."

Some students had expressions on their faces that were hesitant to speak.

"Merry Christmas, Harry." Hermione said first, "We all appreciate your help to us."

So many people began to wish Harry a Merry Christmas and thank him for his guidance on Defense Against the Dark Arts. Zachary Smith came over and patted him on the shoulder and said in an old-fashioned tone: "You did a good job, didn't you? But of course a more customized small class teaching would be better... You see, everyone The progress is different, you may want to consider dividing the classes."

The inexplicable heat baked him, making him unable to suppress his anger... "Of course not," he said stiffly to Smith, "Have you ever considered which class you would be in if we were divided into classes?"

This obvious intention made Smith also get angry: "Okay!" He squeezed his fists as big as bowls, "I have a good heart -"

Several Hufflepuff students crowded over and tried to persuade him to take him away.

"Just wait and see!" Smith turned around and yelled angrily, "You won't last long as a D.A.!"

Ron was so angry that he chased after him and started arguing with him.

"Don't—" Hermione said distractedly, "The last thing we need is attention." She chased after the two boys and restrained them.

Harry took a deep breath on the spot, feeling an unknown fire urging him to let it out, but he restrained himself. Until he heard Qiu Zhang say to Marietta, "You go first," his heart jumped into his throat, and the anger was suddenly forgotten.

"Don't be angry." Qiu came over and whispered to him, "Merry Christmas, Harry."

She smiles at him.