Harry was overwhelmed by his homework and Quidditch training for a while.

Don't think that the first year of Hogwarts is very easy, but in fact, there are a lot of homework in each class, such as the Transfiguration analysis of the Transfiguration class must be written full of fourteen inches of parchment, the potions of the Potions class is sixteen inches, and even more excessive is the astronomy class, which needs to stay up all night, and the homework must be written to the full of twenty-two inches of astral observations. The above is what needs to be written after every class, not to mention the others, the level of horror is comparable to the third year of high school in the previous life.

Because Wood wanted to use Harry as a secret weapon, he kept Harry's competition a secret, and he went to Professor McGonagall for a long time to ask for it, and Professor McGonagall allowed Harry to train Quidditch every night.

So much so that Harry didn't even have enough time to write his homework, he couldn't count on Dudley, because Dudley's homework was written by Hermione, and as for why Hermione agreed, it was probably the friendship between the top students. There will always be an alternative student in this world, who never writes homework or listens to lectures, but he can do surprisingly well in every exam.

If it weren't for the fact that Hermione became friends with Harry and Ron through the trolls, Harry would have stood on the observatory and sang "Cool".

The day before the match, Hermione lent Harry a copy of The Amazing Quidditch.

Dudley looked at it a little, and Quidditch was a horror sport, with seven hundred fouls in the whole game. Dudley was so disdainful that he threw the book back to Harry, and his brain ached, and if he didn't know how to fly on a broomstick, he would be the most beautiful boy in Quidditch.

Hermione has changed a lot, she is no longer too concerned about breaking the school rules, as Dudley said, it is not difficult to deduct and deduct, and finally it depends on whether the professors deduct more points or you add more points. Anyway, Dudley was happy, and he was able to sleep in the history of magic class.

Today was another Potions class, and Harry had a bad time in class, and during recess, Harry pulled them out of the warm classroom and into the cold courtyard outside, and said that blowing a cold wind could cool down their brains that were about to burst.

The temperature difference made Dudley's nose itch, and he couldn't help but sneeze, "Is it sick, I have to come out to blow the wind on a cold day, I have already told you that if you wear women's clothes, Snape will never target you like this." ”

Harry didn't speak, he opened his hands and embraced the cold wind like a happy.

Hermione magically conjured a bright, warm flame that was packed into the jam jar, which she handed over and said, "Take it, get warmer." ”

"Hermione, get me one too, I'm freezing to death. Ron sighed at the palm of his hand.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Dudley is because you can't use fire magic, otherwise you wouldn't be able to use me." ”

Ron wanted to say something, but then Snape came to the courtyard, he walked with a limp, Dudley quickly hid the flames behind his back, if Snape saw it, he would definitely be deducted points, this kind of points Dudley did not want to be deducted.

Snape didn't pay attention to Dudley's small movements, he was all drawn to Harry, "What are you holding in your hand, Potter?"

Harry struggled to rebel against Snape, the tyrant, but eventually took out the book in his hand, The Amazing Quidditch Ball.

"Books are not allowed to be taken out of the library," Snape said, staring at Harry with a blank expression, "Give him to me." ”

"You—" Snape's breath quickened, and he snatched the book from Harry's hand, "What the hell, huh!"

Snape limped away.

"It's like he's running away. Snape limped away, and it was clear that he was walking much faster than he had come.

"You... You—" Ron was speechless as he pointed at Harry in surprise.

"Your hair!" Hermione was a little excited.

Dudley glanced at Hermione, heh!

Harry realized that he ran stiffly to his hair, "Dudley!" and he ran to Dadley, his long hair still dragging from behind.

"What are you doing!" Dudley rubbed his ears, "don't be so loud. ”

"You're embarrassed to say it. Harry put his head in front of Dadley, "You can do it." ”

"Take a turn!"

Harry froze, knowing what the hair thing he had to say to Dudley had to do with spinning in circles.

"Don't be stunned, I'll tell you when you're done. Dudley smiled and said seriously.

Harry spun around and looked at Dudley at random.

"Oops!", Dudley closed his eyes and rubbed his hand, "No, no, you open your hand and turn it around." ”

Harry didn't know why, but he had already turned in a circle, he didn't care about a second turn, and if Dudley couldn't give a satisfactory answer, he vowed to beat Dudley, and when he was done, he said, "So?"

Dudley clapped his hands, and he said, "That's right!" He looked at Hermione and Ron and asked, "What do you think, don't you look good, with long hair up to your waist..."

Ron and Hermione laughed too, neither of them noticing the sparkle in Hermione's eyes.

Harry's face was flushed and he was on the verge of exploding, but Dudley quickly stopped laughing, "How do you think Snape is different from usual?"

Harry frowned and recalled for a moment, "I don't think he's any different, it's still the same annoying." ”

"At least Professor Snape didn't deduct the house points. Hermione said.

"Got it. ”

Ron asked, puzzled, "Got what?" ”

The three of them looked at Ron in unison and sighed at the same time, Dudley was speechless for the empty-headed guy.

"The last time I went to Hagrid, Dudley had already said that if Harry wore women's clothes, Snape wouldn't target Harry. Hermione explained to Ron, who then looked surprised and said, "The story you told last time is true!"

Ron then understood what was going on, his head was all about laughing at Harry, and it dawned on his face, "That's why Snape is running away." ”

"But I thought you were joking. Harry said.

"It's no good to lie to you. Dalí shrugged his shoulders, "Do you want me to help you transform your clothes into a skirt for free?" ”

Harry suddenly exploded, and he exclaimed, "No, I don't know how to dress as a woman, I've seen through your evil heart." ”

"Are you sure?, the next lesson is still Potions!" Dudley continued to bewitch.

Harry hesitated visibly, then shook his head frantically and said, "No, I don't need to, get my hair back on, it's almost class." ”

"I can't go back. ”

Before Dudley could finish speaking, Harry said with a panicked expression, "What? So what do I do now!"

"It's a hair growth spell, you can only cut it. Hermione couldn't stand it anymore, the IQ was impressive, they had obviously learned a lot of spells together, including this, but Harry had memorized defensive and offensive spells, this kind of life spell Harry had a fish-like seven-second memory.

Hair growth spell is a kind of life spell that is not commonly used, I don't know that the idle egg hurt the person invented, this spell can be said to be the gospel of the apes, but there is a little bit of bad, the hair that grows out is not controlled, it all depends on luck, the hair that grows out of luck is just what you want, and it is common for bad luck to grow a few meters.

Dudley sneaked out of the Gryffindor common room that night while Harry was doing his homework, mainly to prevent Hermione from following him, as he was going to the kitchen, but he remembered Hermione's reaction to the house-elves working all day without pay, no holidays.

Dudley was very much in favor of Hermione's desire to liberate the house-elves, but this could not be solved overnight, nor could it be solved by establishing an S.P.E.W (House-Elf Rights Promotion Association), and letting Hermione know now would only add to the troubles.

Dudley made his way to the bottom of the auditorium, where there was the Hufflepuff Lounge and Dudley's goal, the kitchen.

In the hallway next to the Hufflepuff common room was a fruit bowl with a pear in it, and Dudley scratched the pear, which trembled and shook like an itchy person, and in a moment it turned into a green handle.

Dudley grabbed the handle and pulled it out, and he was stunned because he couldn't pull it. He looked around, "That's right, this is it, why can't you pull it." ”

Dudley pulled hard again, but it didn't work, he angrily pushed inside, and the door opened, "It's good that no one sees it, it's a shame." He straightened his wizard's robe and walked in.

The kitchen has a very high ceiling, and this room is almost as large as the auditorium above, surrounded by a stone wall lined with glittering copper pots and basins, and a large brick fireplace at the other end of the room. Inside the room were four long wooden tables, exactly the same as the four college tables in the auditorium above. Dumbledore is really lazy, and it is really convenient to transfer in this way.

"Sir. ”

"Are you hungry?"

"What do you want to eat?"

Dudley was instantly surrounded by a group of house-elves who asked in a chatter. As far as the eye could see, there were about a hundred house-elves surrounding him.

These elves are wearing very shabby clothes, which probably don't count as clothes, only a pillowcase with a place for hands and feet. They both had large, bat-like ears, a long, flat nose, and protruding green eyes the size of a tennis ball.

It was really too noisy, Dudley frowned and pressed his hand down, and he said loudly, "Be quiet, be quiet." ”

The house-elves were instantly quiet, and all of them stared at their green eyes widely, and if the surrounding environment was darker, it would be a horror movie.

"I'm not hungry right now, I just want to come over and ask any of you who can make a Chinese breakfast, I feel a little tired of eating the same thing every day. Dudley asked, looking at them.