As Professor McGonagall said, Andrew was almost the most laid-back student in Sixth Grade, because the assignments were so easy for him, and he had very few classes to take, so he spent almost every day reading at a leisurely pace, or not seeing anyone.

"Where have you been every day?" Ron asked, "I can't see you every time I come back." Then he gave Hermione a wry look, "You're not going to have a new girlfriend, are you?"

"What do you want?" Andrew kicked him, "I'm usually with Hagrid. Hagrid has been sad lately. ”

"Why?" asked Harry, as he frantically copied dense words from a thick book.

"Why?" you still have the face to ask. Andrew said, "You didn't take his course, and you don't go to him every day, why do you think he?"

Ron and Harry stopped talking, and the two of them looked at each other, "Need to find a moment to explain." ”

"That's right. Hermione said, "Tomorrow." ”

"But there's a Quidditch tryout tomorrow!" Ron said.

"Then we'll wait until the Quidditch Tryouts are over. Harry said, pulling out the list, "With so many people applying, the tryouts could be going on for a morning, and I don't know why the team has suddenly become so popular." ”

"It's not Quidditch that's popular, it's you!" Andrew said with a smile, "Have you forgotten your fame?"

Harry was once again in the spotlight during this time, and as the situation deteriorated, Fudge stepped down, as if many dangers could be avoided by staying by Harry's side. During this time, many students would try to get close to Harry without any clues, which made the Aurors who were secretly protecting Harry very nervous.

Fudge wanted Harry to help him stand on the platform, but Harry turned him down. On the one hand, Albus did not want Harry to become a victim of any political struggle, and on the other hand, Fudge did not have any complete measures to ensure Harry's safety at this time.

The fall of Fudge was also implicated by Professor Umbridge. Fortunately, the Professor did not go to the Forbidden Forest to challenge the Centaur tribe to save her from being tortured by the Centaurs, but after losing Fudge's support, Umbridge had to leave Hogwarts in disgrace.

Albus Dumbledore re-became Headmaster of Hogwarts, and he was warmly welcomed.

Voldemort didn't get his hands on the prophecy orb. Andrew heard that the Dark Lord punished some Death Eaters heavily for this incident, including Malfoy and the Lestrange brothers--- as the person in charge of the operation, they actually did a good job, but unfortunately in this matter, the Order of the Phoenix and Earl Lee have long been prepared.

Operational failure is inevitable. Snape has already made the move.

Although Snape claimed that he was not the kind of villain who liked to play with right and wrong, Andrew insisted that Snape could provoke greater conflict between the Death Eaters--- and as long as Professor Snape continued to refer to some of the Lestrange brothers or Lucius scandals in that mocking tone, Andrew was convinced that soon the Death Eaters would be in danger of collapse.

The owl that delivered the letter came, swooping through the rain-soaked windows, dropping raindrops on the heads and bodies of everyone in the auditorium. Most people are sending more mail than usual. Worried parents are anxious to find out what they know about their children, who in turn tell them that they are all right at home.

Hedwig landed in front of Harry with a large boxy package. A moment later, an identical package fell in front of Ron, and his petite owl piglet was crushed underneath, exhausted and out of breath.

"Hah!" Harry said, unpacking the package, revealing a brand new copy of Advanced Potions Making, which had just been sent from the Blotted bookstore.

"Oh, that's great," said Hermione happily, "now you can get that scribbled textbook back." ”

"So you still care, Hermione. Andrew smiled and said, "I think Harry is good with that book." ”

"Nice?" Hermione said sharply, "that's cheating." ”

"Come on. Andrew patted her on the head, "Don't you have to ask me every time?" it's just that every time I explain to you it takes a long time, and it's nothing like Harry." ”

"But———" Hermione blushed, "that's different. ”

"How is it different?" asked Harry as he pulled out the old Advanced Potions textbook from his bag, tapped the cover with his wand, and said, "Tear it apart!" He swapped the two covers of the new book in the same way, knocked them one by one, and said, "Restore the original!"

So, the prince's book was disguised as a new book, and the new book that had just arrived from the Blotted Bookstore looked tattered and completely like a second-hand item.

"I give the new book back to Slughorn. He had nothing to complain about, it cost me nine Galleons. ”

"How's the situation out there now?" asked Hermione.

Andrew looked at the weather outside, "It's sunny. ”

"That's not what I mean," Hermione whispered, "I mean ——— Order of the Phoenix." ”

Hearing this, both Harry and Ron stopped what they were doing and looked at Andrew.

"It's all right," Andrew said in a nonchalant tone, "it's not long before the days of peace." ”

"Really?" Ron excited, "You mean God———" He glanced at the people around him, "Is he going to be finished soon?"

"Not necessarily," Andrew said truthfully, "if we're unlucky, we're the one to do." ”

All of a sudden, no one spoke, and after a while, Harry stood up and said, "Let's go, we should go to the training ground." ”

As Harry said, the tryouts went on for almost a morning. Half of the Gryffindor students from Year 1 to Year 7 came. The first-graders nervously clutched a few tattered old brooms they had picked out from the school warehouse, while the seventh-graders stood tall and intimidating. There was a big, thick-haired man in the seventh year, and Harry immediately recognized him as the boy on the Hogwarts Express.

Hermione sat with Andrew in the stands and watched them select below.

"It seems that there are quite a lot of people," Hermione said as she leaned into Andrew's arms, "there are all kinds of people——— you see, there are people who are not Gryffindors." Hermione said, pointing to the two girls who had left the group with hippie smiles.

After a long day of selection, the candidates for the other positions were decided, but the people who had already been selected did not intend to leave, so Harry yelled at them for a long time that they were dispersed.

There are a little less people on the pitch at the time, so the rest of the people may be a little less stressed. Unfortunately, all the players who were not selected, and many of the people who had just finished breakfast, were now joining the crowd and there were more people in the stands than before. As each goalkeeper flew towards the goal, the crowd erupted in the same enthusiastic cheers and laughter.

Andrew saw that Ron's face was already green.

When Ron rode his Sweep 11, he looked like he was going to faint at any moment.

"Good luck!" shouted one of Andrew and Hermione's side, it was Lavender Brown.

"I think we need to help him. Hermione said, "Ron doesn't look good. ”

"Well," Andrew thought for a moment, "well, I'll say a few spells to him." ”

With that, Andrew quietly took out his wand and aimed it at Ron.

Every time Ginny serves, Andrew uses a spell to get Ron to deflect a little to the left, or a little to the right. And just like that, Ron saved one, two, three, four, five free throws in a row.

"Looks like I'm doing a good job. Andrew smirked and said, "Maybe I should ———"

When Harry announced Ron as the new goalkeeper, Ron, who was flying in the sky, suddenly fell off the broom, looking very funny.

Everyone laughed, and Ron flew for a long time to stand up, his face flushed.

"You did that, right?" asked Hermione with a smile.

"I didn't, Hermione, it's my wand that's a little out of order. Andrew replied with a smile.

This wrestling didn't look like it was letting Ron back up a bit. On the contrary, Ron kept showing off his brilliant saves as they passed.

When they arrived at Hagrid's cabin, Hagrid had just turned from the back of the cabin, wearing a large printed apron and carrying a bag of potatoes. His great hound followed at his feet.

"You," Hagrid growled, "and finally remembered me, you ungrateful ......."

He muttered angrily, flashing back to let them out.

"How are you doing?" Andrew found a place to sit down as he entered.

"Alright?" said Hagrid, "yes!

"Don't do that, Hagrid. We miss you. Hermione said tremblingly.

"Miss me, huh?" Hagrid snorted dismissively, "yes, that's right. ”

He stamped his feet around, making tea from the huge copper teapot, muttering something incessantly.

"Hagrid," Hermione said timidly, as Hagrid sat down at the table with them and began to peel the potatoes, he was so hard that it seemed that each potato had a deep hatred for him, "Actually, we really want to continue the lesson on protecting magical creatures." ”

Hagrid snorted hard through his nose.

"Really!" said Hermione, "but we can't get our schedules!"

"yes, that's right!" Hagrid said again. "You're busy, only Andrew came to see me during this time, didn't you? ”

"Forget it, Hagrid. Andrew smiled and said, "They're really busy, and I'm the only one in the whole grade right now——— Ron fell off his broom today." ”

Hagrid sighed heavily, "Well, as Andrew said, I knew it would be difficult for you to cram me into your schedule, and during this time Andrew kept coming to me and telling me: you are busy every day. ”

He said gruffly, pouring them some tea, "Even if you use a time-turner—"

"We don't need it. Hermione said, "When we were at the Ministry of Magic in the summer, we smashed all the time turners in the Ministry's inventory. The Daily Prophet reads. ”

"Well, so," said Hagrid, "you can't help it......

The rest of the day was much better, and as dusk fell, Hagrid stood outside the house and waved goodbye to them, looking much more emotional.

"I'm going to Snape for confinement tonight......" Harry said with a sigh.

In mid-October, they went to Hogsmeade for the first time.

The night before, Hermione looked at the weather outside and said worriedly, "I don't know what tomorrow will be like this weather." ”

"Don't think about it," said Andrewsas with a smile, "the weather will certainly not be good tomorrow." ”

Sure enough, as Andrewsas said, the next morning, a strong wind blew outside, and the sleet was wrapped in sleet and hit the windows mercilessly.

By the time Andrewsas arrived in the common room, many people were gone, and only Hermione was sitting on the couch alone.

"What's wrong?" Andrewsas asked as he walked up to her, "Looks like you're not in a good mood?"

Hermione snorted discontentedly, "It's Harry." She said, "He used the mantra from that book this morning." ”

Andrew Sas knew which book Hermione was talking about, "Is there something wrong?"

"Of course!," she said, "he decided to experiment with a strange handwritten spell just to see what would happen!"

It's been a long time since Hermione complained about Harry's book. Persuaded by Andrewsas's efforts, they finally set out on their way to Hogsmeade.

The snow is heavy and the road is not easy to walk. Andrewsas wrapped his scarf vigorously so that the wind and snow did not blow into his neck

When they finally reached Hogsmeade Village, they saw that Jokowi's joke shop had been boarded up.

"Oops. Hermione looked at the sealed door, "How can this be?"

Andrewsas looked at the sign on the door of the store, and the handwriting on it had become blurry under the wind and snow.

Luckily, though, the Duke Bee candy store was still open, and Andrew Sas and Hermione staggered towards the crowded little shop.

As soon as he entered the door, the warm smell of the smell of milk sugar filled his face, and Andrewsas looked at the lively places around him, feeling much warmer from the inside.

They took a few interesting glances at the crowd: Andrewsas was particularly interested in a new oversized lollipop quill pen.

"What should you do if you say that the quill is slowly getting smaller as you smoke it in class?" Hermione asked Andrews.

Andrewsas shook his head and said with a smile, "I guess you need to be careful, right?"

"Don't you know?" said a voice behind them, "it has some spare sugar inside, which will automatically fill up when it gets smaller. ”