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Ron was now very envious of Harry, as he only needed to take three classes: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Herbology. However, he himself had to work hard to complete a large amount of homework assigned by the teachers of various subjects in the limited spare time. This made Ron feel indignant, and he felt that he should have gone with Harry in the first place, and had to take fewer subjects.

"Anyway, I'm going to help Fred and George in the future, they won't ask their brother for an oLs certificate!" Ron often said this to Harry.

Now the classes are getting harder and harder, and almost all of them require them to use silent spells. Harry often saw his classmates flushed in the common room or during meals, secretly arguing with him, as if he had taken an overdose of constipation. But he knew that they were actually practicing their ability to make magic work without pronouncing the spell out loud. It was only when they came to the conservatory outside that everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The plants dealt with in the herb class were more dangerous now than they used to be, but they could at least chant mantras aloud when the mandrake's poisonous tentacles caught them from behind unexpectedly.

However, with the help of the dark wizard book, the King of the Night, not only did Potions become Harry's specialty, but even the silent spells that his classmates had difficulty mastering became easy for Harry to grasp - making Snape much less likely to find fault with him in Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Due to Ron's heavy workload and the fact that he had to practice the Silent Charm day and night, Harry and Ron never had time to visit Hagrid. Hagrid is no longer at the faculty table, which is a bad omen. And the few times they met Hagrid in the hallway or outside on the playground, he pretended not to see them. I didn't hear them say hello to him, which was weird.

"We've got to explain." As he ate breakfast on Saturday, Harry looked up at the large empty seat at Hagrid's faculty table. "He must have thought we deliberately didn't take his course."

"There's a Quidditch tryout this morning!" Ron said, "And I'm going to practice Flitwick's spell of clear water!" Besides, what is there to explain? We can't tell him we're not interested in teaching his stupid big brother English! ”

"Hagrid will be sad then!" Harry said.

"We're hurt! Harry, I haven't forgotten that giant nearly killed us. Ron said with a sad face, "Now I'll sue you." We were lucky to have escaped. You didn't hear him talk about his stupid brother - you can explain to Hagrid that you missed the Magical Beasts Protection class and couldn't choose it, so how do I tell Hagrid? Say I don't want to take his class at all? If I had continued to take his class, I might be teaching Grope how to tie his shoes right now. ”

"But I only need to take three classes now, and it would be rude not to go and sit at Hagrid's."

"Then you can go by yourself." Ron's face flushed with fear, "I don't want to see his little brother again." ”

"Then we'll wait until the Quidditch Tryouts are over." Harry persuaded. He, like Ron, felt it best not to deal with Glopp for the rest of his life. So he had to take Ron with him to meet Hagrid.

"Speaking of Quidditch tryouts, so many people have applied this year, and the tryouts may take a morning." Harry said.

Speaking of Quidditch tryouts, Ron suddenly came to his senses, "Yes! But it's a good thing that you've been named captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and I'm now fully sure I'll be in goal! Ron clenched his fists. A look of confidence.

"Ron." Harry lowered his voice because there were so many people in the auditorium, "I can't be too obvious in favor of you, how is your goalkeeping skills?" ”

Ron choked on a chunk of pickled salmon in his mouth.

"Ahem, ahem." Ron coughed violently.

"Cough down." Silver pointed his wand at Ron, who spat out the piece of pickled salmon stuck in his trachea.

"Thank you. Harry. Ron breathed a sigh of relief, "I almost lost my breath. ”

"I'll tell you how well you're doing. Why are you so much of a reaction. Harry asked, confused.

Ron's voice was a little embarrassed, "Well, actually, I've always wanted to practice Quidditch - but you know, our classes are so heavy this year, so my skills may have slipped a bit......"

Harry looked at him pityingly.

"What kind of eyes are you! Harry, don't you believe me? Ron raised his voice.

The owl who delivered the letter arrived, and there was no need for Harry to answer Ron's embarrassing question. The owl swooped through the rain-soaked windows, dropping raindrops on the heads and bodies of everyone in the auditorium. Harry hadn't received a letter since school started. Sirius seemed to have some sort of mission on his part and never wrote to Harry. He had secretly hoped that Lupin would occasionally write him letters, but that hope was also disappointed. So he couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Hedwig's snow-white figure among those brown and gray owls. 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 as he unwrapped the package, revealing a brand new copy of Advanced Potions Zuò, which had just been sent from the Blotted bookstore.

"Oh, that's great," Ron happily unwrapped his copy as well, "I can finally give Slughorn back that damn old book, which I don't know how many people have used, and there are a few pages on it that look like someone vomited on it." How's that old book of yours? ”

"I'm not bad with it." Harry mumbled.

Just then, a third owl landed in front of Ron with the Daily Prophet of the day, diverting Harry's attention.

"Ron, when did you start subscribing to the Daily Prophet?"

"My mom ordered it for me." Ron opened the newspaper, "My mom wanted me to work at the Ministry of Magic, and she said that working at the Ministry of Magic was decent and stable, much better than George and Fred's shop. ”

Ron snorted, "I don't see any good about working at the Ministry of Magic - look at my dad and Percy, they don't make as much a month as George and Fred do a week." ”

"Any special news today?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Ron pointed to the first page of the Daily Prophet, "Do you remember Umbridge who absconded in fear of crime and disappeared?" She's dead. ”