[HP] Similar but different

For the next day, Harry was a little absent-minded in everything he did.In Potions, he got another "D" on his homework, and he wasn't as angry as before.

Hermione was even more nervous than he was because she didn't think it was a good start. "Think about the exam, Harry!" Her voice was a little shrill, "This grade won't get you the job you want!"

"I think the key to this is that Snape doesn't show up for our NEWTs potions exam." Ron pointed out sharply, "He wasn't there for the OWLs exam, Harry and I both got an 'E'. Then we can Going to Slughorn's improvement class, no?"

"But no one can tell if he'll be there or not?" Hermione retorted weakly.

Harry felt that neither of them had the right focus. "The point I see in this is," he said, staring darkly at the rolling hills in the distance, "that I need to get Defense Against the Dark Arts done first."

The other two looked at each other.Defense Against the Dark Arts had always been Harry's forte; Harry had to use the word "fixed" only for Voldemort.

"You said that the results of your first tuition were not bad? Except that you almost knocked down the office?" Hermione confirmed again, "Your hand..."

"I really accidentally sat on the ground." Harry also assured again, "When the brain is invaded, people can easily lose control. With little effort, his wounds had scabbed over.

Ron seemed unwise to dwell on the details. "Speaking of which," he looked at Hermione and then at Harry, hoping to get the attention of the two of them, "I made a special effort to inquire. Among the seven grades, we are the only ones who don't have Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks. And, he Lectures can grasp the focus and attention at the same time, without losing humor, what you can do with a magic wand is unheard of, and you have such a damn good face..." He spread his hands and concluded sourly, "It seems that everyone except us Everyone thought he was cool."

Harry felt that the reactions of the students were basically understandable, especially those in the first to sixth grades; but the seventh grade... "Isn't anyone afraid?" He asked wonderingly, "He can sneak into other people's brains without a sound !"

Now, even Hermione smiled wryly. "That also seemed to be a sign of his ability. Parvati and Padma agreed that they would accept anything he did with that face — and most of the versions I heard were like that."

Harry was a little dumbfounded. "That's a girl," he tried to salvage his argument. "That's not how boys are?"

Before he finished speaking, Ron stared at Harry with surprised eyes. "Didn't you hear? They wish they had that ability, so they can know what the girls are thinking!"

Seeing Ron's glowing eyes, Harry knew Ron was part of it.Mind reading does sound like a very tempting ability, but he is sure that Legilimency was never invented for falling in love, at least Voldemort has been using it for more terrible uses.

The subject clearly reminded Ron of something. "What were you thinking, Hermione?" he asked pretending to be casual. "He didn't seem to comment on you?"

"Nothing." Hermione replied evasively.

Not to mention Harry, even Ron, who was always dull, could see that she was lying. "Really?" He raised his eyebrows, a little unhappy, "If you just don't want to say it, you are actually the same as Parvati..."

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron!" interrupted Hermione sharply. "They don't know anything! And I do! I must be crazy if I'm still like them!"

Ron's eyebrows flattened a little. "I'm not sure..." he murmured, and one of the next words sounded like "Lockhart".

Before Hermione really got angry, Harry quickly interjected, "It's getting dark, let's go back to the castle."

The other two agreed.But between dinner and bed, Ron and Hermione spoke stiffly.Harry had already seen that there was something between his two friends, and he wasn't partial to either, but he was secretly sure that whatever Hermione was thinking at the time, Ron's attempts had failed miserably today.

Well it's Friday.With the help of Professor McGonagall, Harry made an appointment to use the court on Friday evening and Saturday morning, enough for him to complete the trials.He was reasonably happy with his roster last school year; only Katie Bell graduated out of seven, and he's missing only one Chaser.If all goes well, he reckons, they'll be able to have their first practice session on Saturday morning.

They also had a Defense Against the Dark Arts class that afternoon.Malfoy was still the best in the class, his nostrils went up to the sky when he looked at Harry.After class, Hermione was going to go to arithmetic and divination, while Harry and Ron planned to go back to the tower to get the broom.

"...Did they really not cheat?" As soon as they left the area of ​​the third floor, Ron asked impatiently, "It's up to him to say whether Malfoy is doing well or not! mess!"

"You want to say... You-Know-Who has a preference for Malfoy?" Harry was still a little hard to change, "I don't think so. Do you remember who got the diary into Ginny's hands?"

Ron suddenly realized. "That's right! Lucius Malfoy! He left something as important as the mysterious man everywhere, and it was basically his fault that it was destroyed in the end!"

Harry wasn't sure exactly what Voldemort was thinking.Maybe Voldemort thinks he is more responsible for the real action... "In any case, Malfoy will definitely pay for it. Besides, those Death Eaters who escaped from prison have not been caught yet, and they are all loyal to You-Know-Who Finally, there is Barty Crouch Jr." He spread his hands, "There are so many people waiting to serve the mysterious man, I don't think the mysterious man needs to favor a Malfoy, let alone force himself to praise him him."

Speaking of the Death Eaters on the run, Ron shook his shoulders. "I always feel that they are spying on us in the dark," he began to turn pale, "trying to kill us when we let go."

Harry thought so too, but he couldn't be sure. "I'll write another letter to Sirius this weekend," he said thoughtfully, "ask him if there is any new progress in the Order of the Phoenix."

Almost an hour later, Harry was standing on the pitch, facing four rows of students who were going to be Chasers.Drawing on the lessons of the previous school year, he asked all the students who were not from Gryffindor to leave, and then divided the rest into three groups for basic flight tests.

After two rounds, there were only a dozen people left.Harry had them split into two teams and try to get the ball into the goal Ron was guarding, while he himself supervised from above the pitch.Both Demelza Robbins and Ginny Weasley were doing well, and he quickly made it clear in his mind that they would both be back on the team.

Just in the middle of the game, there was a sudden noise from the sidelines.Harry was trying to find his No. 3 Chaser, flying high and hearing nothing.When he saw the applicants stop one by one and start pointing, he still wanted to curse; but after circling and landing, he knew why——

"...Look! He's flying!"

"Really! No broomsticks! And no Thestrals!"

"He's really flying!"

Harry looked around.Between the pitch and the castle, on the hillside and the greenery, Voldemort was riding the wind.Because facing the setting sun, the handsome silhouette of the man stood out, and he could even capture the pensive expression on the other side.From the looks of it, Voldemort should be leaving after class.

"That's really cool," murmured a third year whose name Harry didn't remember, staring straight at Voldemort's windswept black robes. "How did he do it?"

"I've never heard of someone who can fly..." said another fourth-grader, admiringly. "Is that a homemade spell?"

"No wonder he never stays in the castle," the third person said, his tone almost jealous, "If I could fly, I wish I could enjoy that pleasure every day!"

Just listening to these words, Harry can boldly predict that the headlines of Hogwarts for the next month will already be settled.In this regard, he had no choice but to hope that Voldemort would leave quickly.

The Dark Lord seemed to have heard the distant discussion.He raised his eyelids to glance at the field, then turned and flew the other way, much faster than before.

Suddenly, disappointment sighed one after another.Everyone wanted to see more clearly, but none of them had the guts to chase after the professor, let alone [-]% of them.

Unlike the others, Harry wasn't disappointed.But Voldemort walked so crisply that he felt odd.No... To be honest, today's class is already a bit weird; Voldemort didn't mention him by name, and didn't even look at him...

"...what's the matter, Harry?"

Harry's attention was called back.He took a closer look, and saw that Ron, Ginny, and Demirza were not far from him. "It's okay, let's continue." He said, and re-operated the Firebolt | Bolt to rise, but his heart was already knotted.