A week after the start of the semester, Ravenclaw and Slythelindsey ?·? Slytherin won, but the score was close. According to Wood, this is good news for Gryffindor, because if Gryffindor beats Ravenclaw, they can still be in second place. So he increased his training time to five times a week.

This meant that with Lupin's Dementor Defense lessons, Harry would only have one night a week to do his homework, not to mention that Lupin's extra lessons were more tiring than six Quidditch sessions. Even so, Harry didn't seem as tired as Hermione, who had chosen too many classes and the weight of the course was finally revealed on her.

Ron and Harry both persuaded her to give up, but Vio never said that, so Hermione got closer to her.

Every night, Hermione was always present in the corner of the common room, with textbooks spread out on the tables in front of her: arithmetic charts, dictionaries of magic, illustrations of Muggles lifting heavy objects, and a wide range of notes;

Only Vio occasionally came over, sat down next to her without saying a word, closed the books that were spread out, and then put her own, she and Hermione didn't talk much, but the two of them had a very tacit understanding, each studying their own homework, and occasionally getting together to communicate, it was also a serious topic without a smile.

"How did they deal with it?" Ron muttered to Harry one evening, as Harry was about to finish writing a paper on undetectable poisons that Snape had laid out???. ?·

Harry looked up to see Hermione sitting behind a crumbling pile of books, silently lying on the table and falling asleep. After returning home at Christmas, Vio is in such a state of languishing outside of his frenzied studying.

"What to deal with? Vio has several people who are willing to tutor her. When Harry said this, he felt mixed feelings.

"Oh well, I'm referring specifically to Hermione. She's got so many classes!" Ron said, "and this morning, I heard her talking to Professor Victor, the witch who taught arithmetic divination. They were talking about yesterday's homework, but Hermione couldn't have gone to arithmetic and divination class yesterday because she had taken a lesson on protecting magical creatures with us, and Ernie McMillan told me that Hermione had never missed a Muggle studies class, but that class had been in conflict with divination class half the time, and she had never missed a divination class!"

Harry didn't have time to discuss Hermione's unworkable timeline at this moment, he had to get Snape's paper done. Two seconds later, however, someone came to disturb him, and it was Wood.

"Bad news, Harry. I just went to see Professor McGonagall about the firebolts. She, oh, was a little angry with me and told me to tell me to make things more serious. It seems to think that I value winning trophies more than letting you live. That's because I told her that I don't care if the broomstick throws you to the ground, as long as you can ride it and catch the Golden Snitch first. Wood shook his head. I can't believe it.

"Honestly, the way she yelled at me, you thought I said something horrible. Then I asked her how long it would be in her hands......" he wrinkled his face into Professor McGonagall's stern tone, "'As long as necessary, Wood.'" 'I guess you should order a new broomstick, Harry. There's an order form at the back, so you might as well order a Smooth Wheel 2001, like the Malfoy one. ”

"I don't buy what Malfoy thinks is good. Harry said dryly.

January has imperceptibly turned into February, but the cold weather has not changed. The match against Ravenclaw was getting closer, but Harry still hadn't ordered a new broomstick. He now asked Professor McGonagall about the Firebolt after every Transfiguration class, with Ron always standing hopefully behind Harry and Hermione turning her face to the side and running past them as fast as she could.

"No, Potter, you can't get it back yet. Before Harry could speak, Professor McGonagall told him for the twelfth time. "We've looked at most of the usual spells, but Professor Flitwick thinks the broom may have a throwing charm. I'll tell you as soon as we're done. Now, please don't pester me. ”

To make matters worse, Harry's lesson in defending against Dementors didn't go as smoothly as he had hoped. When the Boggart Dementors approached him. He was able to produce a vague silver shadow on several occasions, but his Patronus was too weak to chase away the Dementors. The shadow could only hover, like a translucent cloud. Harry struggled to keep it there, exhausted from it. Harry was angry with himself, feeling guilty for wanting to hear his parents' voices again.

"You're expecting too much from yourself," Professor Lupin said sternly, by which time they had been in class for four weeks. "For a thirteen-year-old wizard, even a vague patronus is a huge achievement. You're not going to pass out now, are you?"

"I think the Patronus will, defeat the Dementors or," Harry said listlessly, "and make them disappear?"

"A true patronus can do that," Lupin said, "but you've achieved a lot in a short time." If the Dementors reappear in front of you during your next match, you'll be able to keep them out of your way and buy time for you to get back to the surface. ”

"You said that if there were more of them, it would be harder to deal with. Harry said.

"I have complete confidence in you. Lupin smiled and said, "Well, I'll give you a drink." I bought it from three brooms, and I'm afraid you haven't drunk it before?"

He pulled out two bottles from his briefcase.

"Butterbeer!" Harry blurted out, "yes, I like this kind of thing!"

Lupin raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, Ron and Hermione brought me back from Hogsmeade. Harry lied immediately.

"I see," said Lupin, but he still looked a little skeptical, "well, let's wish Gryffindor defeat Ravenclaw, and as a teacher, I shouldn't take sides!" he hastily added.

They drank butterbeer in silence until Harry had asked the question he had been wanting to ask for a while.

"What's under the Dementor turban?" Professor Lupin pondered, putting down the bottle.