A day of learning magic at Hogwarts

After entering November, the weather becomes very cold.Every morning there is frost on the ground.

Hagrid could occasionally be seen from the corridor window, swaddled in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting a broomstick on the Quidditch pitch.

Such regular defrost also means the Quidditch season is about to begin.

Representative teams from each of the four colleges will compete in a round-robin format, and the final winner will win the Quidditch Cup.

The results of the Quidditch season will also earn a lot of College Cup points for their respective colleges.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this is the most important event of the year and in the entire Hogwarts.

The first Hufflepuff match was against Ravenclaw.Ravenclaw is a long-standing and powerful enemy. This season they have added new seekers, and their strength cannot be underestimated.

Of course, none of the above has anything to do with Ian Traister.

Originally, he might have been able to fight for Hufflepuff on the field as a Quidditch player; but he gave up this opportunity, so now he is just an ordinary spectator.

……

The only good news is probably that as the Quidditch fanaticism is ignited, there are fewer people in the library and it has become quieter.

Of course, this may not be good news.

Since the day before Halloween, Ian has been hearing a soft sobbing female voice in his usual seat in the library.

To be honest, the constant but intermittent sobs were quite nerve-wracking.

And as there were fewer and fewer people in the library and the noise became quieter, the sound became clearer and more torturous.

But there was nothing Ian could do. He estimated that there was a high probability that some girl had fallen out of love or been dumped. He had to pretend to be strong in the common room and dormitory, so he huddled in the library and cried.

And the sound is actually very low, so it doesn't really disturb others.

But you can cry if you want, it’s enough to cry for a day or two... But it’s been so many days in a row, almost a week!

And Hui Hui is still in the same position, allowing himself to suffer this kind of torture...

It’s never over, right?

Ian became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He put down the book in his hand, took a deep breath, and walked in the direction of the sound.

After taking a few steps, he found his target——

A girl with brown hair buried her head in a book, and that voice came from her.

Ian cleared his throat, then strode over, organizing his words as much as possible and making himself appear more polite:

"This beautiful lady, although I don't know what unpleasant things have happened to you, and I can't sympathize with your sadness... but the library of Hogwarts is a public place after all, and your behavior is more or less possible. It will disturb other people present, so please restrain yourself. Thank you!"

The girl who had her head buried looked up and the two looked at each other.

Nani is so young... Ian was a little surprised.

Her childish little face looked about the same age as herself, maybe 11 years old at most.

Isn't it a bit... that you can fall in love so early and seem to have fallen out of love at such a young age?

Forget it, foreigners mature prematurely.

Besides, this has nothing to do with me.

"Sorry..." the other party said softly, and then lowered his head.

Hearing her voice, Ian finally realized——

Isn't this the girl who snatched the toad from her hand on the train, looking fierce and rude?

I didn’t expect you would be like this!

Hey, I still appreciate your unruly look on the train.

Ian didn't add insult to injury, but just had a brief period of psychological emotion.

His proactive visit did play a certain role.

But it only worked quietly for half an hour.

After half an hour—

The familiar, even neurasthenic sobs sounded from Ian's ears again.

"There is no end!"

Ian clenched his fists angrily.

He closed the book in front of him again, but this time he did not take the initiative to find the girl, but walked directly into the management room nearby.

Mrs. Pince, the librarian, usually stays here.

After a brief exchange with Mrs. Peace, Ian returned to his seat with satisfaction.

A few minutes later, he saw Mrs. Pince driving the poor little girl out of the library with a feather duster.

Although he was somewhat apologetic in his heart, Ian could not help but smile again as he was able to get a quiet reading environment.

……

I went through this simple episode.

A minute later, an unexpected person suddenly broke into the library.

He was wearing a purple turban, and a strong smell of garlic immediately began to fill the air.

This can be regarded as smelling the person before seeing him.

"Professor Quirrell!" Mrs. Pince, still holding a feather duster in her hand, hurriedly greeted him, "You actually come to the library, you are really a rare visitor!"

Upon hearing Professor Quirrell's name, Ian quickly lowered his head, fearing that the other party would recognize him.

After all, I might have messed up the program he arranged for the Halloween dinner two days ago.

Although he and Professor Dumbledore were magnanimous and did not blame themselves on the spot, they might still hold grudges in their hearts.

"It's... it's... like this..." Professor Quirrell stammered:

"I'm looking for some books about magical animals, because...because..."

"It's necessary for the course, right?" Mrs. Pingsi said for him, "What kind of magical creatures do you need, I will take you there."

"It's..." Professor Quirrell seemed to be organizing the words, "It's about the canine magical creatures that are common in Britain and Ireland..."

"Nani!" Ian immediately cheered up.

He happened to read a book about this not long ago, and he told Hannah Abbott a joke about a giant three-headed dog.

This is a good opportunity to restore your image and restore your reputation.

Ian quickly stood up, leaned over, and shouted loudly: "Professor Quirrell, I remember reading a book of this type."

"You...you are Drizzt...right..." Professor Quirrell took a while to recognize Ian.

"Of course!" Ian nodded quickly, "Please follow me, I will take you to find the book; I remember where it is!"

"Then...then...thank you..." Professor Quirrell stammered.

"This is what we students should do!" Ian laughed.