The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

A shadow flew in from the window, flew lightly around the Gryffindor lounge, and found its target in the corner.

Then, it flew straight to the man's shoulder.

"What did Malfoy and Flint say!"

"Coooo!"

After that, Lind counted the days.

Today is already the middle of October.

"Since they don't have any moves, you don't have to monitor them anymore. Just know that nothing is wrong." Lind waved his left hand indifferently.

His right hand is now in a plaster bandage.

This was an accident caused by him practicing the Splitting Curse the night before. It directly broke his right hand.

Since this kind of wound is allowed to heal under water, it may have a bad effect. Just like Malfoy's nose. So he went to find Ms. Pomfrey.

The excuse was that the stairs suddenly changed lanes, and he didn't pay attention to the road and fell down a floor. But these are all minor matters. After Madam Pomfrey set his bones, he rested in the pool every night, so he should recover quickly.

Then, he thought of what happened recently.

Since the incident, Lind has been paying attention to the movements of Malfoy, Flint and others. According to the information he knows now:

Malfoy went to the school infirmary after his nose was broken by Jane's kick that day. As a result, he had to break and reconnect the nose that was crooked by Lockhart, which made him suffer for a long time.

Afterwards, Malfoy wanted to write a letter home to inform them of the incident, but was stopped by Flint. Flint told them: "Since that kid named Lind asked us to do something worthy of praise, let's start with him first!"

The words were full of the meaning of giving Lind a hard time.

But most of their tricks were blocked by Oliver Wood and others.

And because of Wood's interference, everyone has almost forgotten that this incident was caused by Lind. A fight between the two Quidditch teams and the two colleges began.

There was nothing outstanding in the fight. At the beginning, it was common to make appointments for fights or magic duels. But as the matter became more and more serious, some students began to report to the professor frequently and deliberately, hoping to end this farce quickly.

In the fight, they began to use the college cup as a symbol of victory.

Students began to deliberately fight for seats. A large number of students of the same grade began to go to the classroom early to occupy the front row seats, leaving the back row for the other party.

Or in the potion class, Slytherin deliberately occupied all the back row seats and left the front row facing Professor Snape to Gryffindor.

There was also a lot of competition for resources, misleading each other to make mistakes and resulting in deductions, or deliberately guiding Filch to catch people, providing joke props to Peeves, letting it make trouble, etc.

This also led to their college points gradually being surpassed by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. You must know that although this is the beginning of the semester, the college cup has never been much about these two colleges.

In this situation, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also burst out with passion to compete for the college cup.

With everyone's scores not much different, all the pressure is concentrated on the Quidditch event at Hogwarts, and the four major teams begin to scramble for the right to use the stadium...

"What, you said you can't participate in the training?" Wood looked at Harry in disbelief, staring at him intently, hoping that he would take back his words.

The other players also looked at Harry in surprise.

Katie Bell quickly asked, "What's wrong, Harry, are you feeling unwell recently?"

"No, I just..." Harry carefully glanced at the rumbling rain outside the window. "Yes, I feel something is wrong with my body. When it rains... I feel very uncomfortable." Harry said.

It's really pitiful, he got rheumatism at such a young age.

"Harry, you are not a liar!" Fred said with a smile, but his eyes still looked at Harry with concern.

"If you have anything, you can tell us." George also asked with concern.

"I..." Harry opened his mouth again and again, but couldn't speak for a long time. Now no one knows that he will become a fishman, including Ron and Hermione. To be honest, he is a little scared.

Wood was a little absent-minded. Seeing that Harry said nothing, he just patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay, you should rest for a while! We are still waiting for you to come back. Don't have too much psychological pressure."

Then, he gave Harry a reassuring smile.

Harry didn't know how to answer. He was really ashamed to see Wood's sincere face. He had to lower his head and ran away quickly.

Behind him, he could vaguely hear his teammates talking about Wood, "I said that your training intensity is a bit too much. He is only twelve years old. Think about what you can endure when you are twelve years old..."

To be honest, this was really unpleasant to him. In fact, he could definitely accept Wood's training intensity, and he liked to practice with everyone.

He came to the dormitory in a trance. Ron asked him what was wrong, but he didn't say anything, just said that he wanted to be quiet. Then he lay on the bed with his head covered for a long time, not knowing what to do.

The more Harry thought about it, the more confused he became. He didn't know what happened to his body.

Thinking about it, he turned over irritably. But he saw a note on the bedside table.

It was not there just now.

"Who is this from?"

Harry asked, picking up the note and asking Ron.

"I don't know either. What happened?" Ron ran out to ask Hermione and the others because he didn't know what happened to Harry. He just returned to the dormitory at this time.

Harry looked at the note, which had a line of words written in twisted handwriting: Why don't you go to Professor Dumbledore?

Yes! Harry suddenly thought of Professor Dumbledore.

I'm so stupid, really...

Thinking, Harry stood up desperately, ran out of the dormitory, and then ran out of the lounge. Ignoring Ron's shouting behind him, he just ran and shouted to the back, "I'll tell you when I have the answer."

Linde sat in the corner of the lounge, glanced at Harry who ran out like a madman, and then looked at Andersen, "How is your handwriting practice?"

Andersen was in the corner of the corner, excitedly grabbed a piece of ordinary white paper and showed it to Linde.

Because Andersen's handwriting practice was a bit outrageous, but he wanted to learn it himself, so Linde let him practice in the corner, and then Linde stood in front of it.

In this way, no one can see a crow writing.

Linde's eyes shone, his pupils turned into squares, his sensitivity increased, and then he saw Andersen's masterpiece.

This reminded him of a sentence in his previous life, "I take a chicken, put some ink on its feet and let it step on the paper, it's better than your thing."

"Guguguguga——(Chicken? Can that thing understand this kind of thing?)" Andersen got anxious and shouted in the corner in frustration.

"Hush! Be quiet, just joking, you continue to practice!" Linde whispered.

After that, Andersen stopped and continued to support himself with one foot, holding the feather pen with the other foot and continued to write and draw.

"It's still too little for it to do, and it actually has time to develop its hobbies." Linde was behind, rubbing his temple with his only remaining left hand, revealing a capitalist smile.