Harry knew Hermione meant well, but he couldn't help but be angry with her. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info He once had the best broomstick in the world in just a few hours, and now, thanks to her interference, he didn't know if he would ever see it again. He was sure there was nothing wrong with the firebolt now, but if it had been tested against evil, who knew what it would become? In his case, dismantling a brand-new firebolt would be criminal sabotage. Hermione still believed she was doing this for the best, but she began to try not to go to the common room. Thinking she had taken refuge in the library, Harry and Ron didn't try to convince her to come back. All in all, shortly after New Year's Day, the rest of the students had returned to school, and the Gryffindor Tower was once again crowded and noisy, much to Harry and Ron's delight.

On the eve of the start of the semester, Wood took Harry outside.

"Did you have a good Christmas?" he said. Then, without waiting for Harry to answer, he sat down and said in a low voice, "Since the last game, you know, Harry, I've been thinking about it, and I'm not idle for Christmas. If the Dementors come back in the next game, I mean, we can't let you, huh......"

Wood paused and said nothing, looking embarrassed.

"I'm trying to prepare. Harry said quickly, "Professor Lupin said he would teach me how to fend off these Soul Eaters. We should have started this week, he said he had time after Christmas. ”

"Ah," Wood said, his expression brightening, "well, in that case, I really don't want to lose a Seeker like you, Harry. Have you ordered a new broomstick?"

"Nope. Harry said.

"What? You'd better hurry, you know, you can't ride that meteor and race against Ravenclaw!"

"He got a fire bolt as a Christmas present. Ron said.

"Firebolts? no, really? a real firebolt?"

"Don't get excited, Oliver," Harry said gloomily, "not now. confiscated. He then explained that the bolts were now being examined for witchcraft.

"Possessed by sorcery, how can it be attached?"

"Sirius Black," Harry said gloomily, "people think he's after me. Professor McGonagall thought it might have been given to me. With a wave of his hand, Wood took the Seeker who was being chased by a famous killer and said, "But there's no way Blake can buy a firebow bolt, he's been on the run, and the whole country is searching for him, how can he go into the Quidditch boutique and buy a broomstick?"

"I know," Harry said, "but Professor McGonagall is still going to disassemble it......"

Wood's face turned pale.

"I'm going to talk to her, Harry. He promised, "I'm going to make her reasonable, a firebow arrow, our team, she, like us, wants Gryffindor House to win, I'm going to make her clear-headed, a firebow bolt ......"

The next day, classes began. Spending two hours on the playground on a cold January morning was the last thing anyone wanted to do, but Hagrid lit a fire full of fire monsters for everyone's amusement, and the students had an unusually good lesson, collecting dead leaves to keep the fire going, and flame-loving lizards jumping around on the burned, self-heating wood. The first divination lesson of the new term was much worse than that: Professor Trelawney was now teaching them palmistry, and she wasted no time in telling Harry that he had the shortest lifeline she had ever seen.

Harry's favorite lesson was Defence Against the Dark Arts, and after talking to Wood, he was eager to start learning how to fend off the Dementors. After the lesson, Harry reminded Lupin that he had promised to teach him how to fend off the Dementors.

"Ah, yes," said Lupin, "let me see, how about eight o'clock on Thursday night? The history of magic class should be big enough, I'll have to think carefully about what to do, we can't bring a real Dementor to intern......"

"He's still sick, isn't he?" said Ron, as they walked down the hallway to lunch.

"What do you think is wrong with him?"

There was a loud and impatient "beep" behind them. It was Hermione, who had been sitting under a suit of armor, sorting out her school bag. There are so many books that the bag can't be closed.

"What are you muttering to us?" Ron asked her impatiently.

"Nothing. Hermione said haughtily, putting her bag back on her shoulder.

"No, something. Ron said, "I just said I didn't know anything was wrong with Lupin, and you ......."

"Ah, isn't that obvious?" said Hermione, with a sense of superiority that drove mad madness.

"If you don't want to tell us, don't tell us. Ron snapped.

"Good. Hermione said haughtily, and walked away.

"She doesn't know," Ron said, glaring at Hermione angrily, "she just wants us to talk to her again." ”

At eight o'clock on Thursday night, Harry left the Gryffindor Tower and went to the History of Magic classroom. When he arrived, the classroom was dark and empty, and he lit the lamp with his wand, and after only five minutes of waiting, Professor Lupin came, with a large bag, and placed it on Professor Binns's podium.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"Another Boggart. Lupin said, taking off his cloak, "I've been searching the castle since Tuesday, and I'm lucky to find this Boggart, hidden in Mr. Filch's filing cabinet. This is the closest thing we can get our hands on a real Dementor. This Boggart turns into a Dementor when he sees you, so we can use it to practice. When we're not using it, I can hide it in my office, and I have a cupboard under my desk that it will love. ”

"Okay. Harry said, trying to speak as if he wasn't at all timid, just glad that Lupin had found such a good replacement.

"Then," Professor Lupin pulled out his wand and motioned for Harry to do so. "The spell I'm about to demonstrate and teach you is a very advanced form of magic, Harry, far above the level of ordinary wizards. It's called the Patronus Spell. ”

"How does it work?" asked Harry, nervous.

"Well, when it works correctly, it summons a Patronus. "The Patronus is a kind of protection against the Dementors, a kind of guard, a shield between you and the Dementors. It can help you stand safer in front of them. ”