"Ahem~" Yang Su coughed slightly and said, "It seems that you guys seem to be quite interested in dimensional science." However, the difficulty of dimensional learning is extremely high, and you may be able to use it reluctantly to traverse after you graduate. ”

Listening to Yang Su's words, Ron and Harry looked a little disappointed, after all, the two of them did not have very good academic performance.

The next few people chatted in Hagrid's cabin. Harry's academic performance was not good, but he was a smart lad. Hagrid and Harry chatted happily about Filch and his cat. Schrödinger, on the other hand, was playing with Hagrid's hound.

Hagrid's poor hound, although he tried to attack Schrödinger countless times, was still played around. It wasn't until Harry talked about the class that he was targeted by Snape.

Hagrid has been guarding the Forbidden Forest for Hogwarts for a long time, and although he was expelled from the same class as the mighty Dark Lord Lord Voldemort, he has been a ranger at Hogwarts since Dumbledore became Headmaster.

Snape and Harry's parents knew a little bit about it, too. After all, they were all students that Dumbledore valued. So Hagrid was sure that Snape wasn't going to be bad to Harry. Trying to change the subject, Hagrid asks Ron about his brother Charlie. Unlike George and Fred, who are naturally funny, Hagrid admires Charlie, who genuinely loves magical creatures. I was even more envious of Charlie's work in raising dragons in Romania.

But the reckless Hagrid soon did something wrong again, and he underestimated Harry's curiosity. When Harry saw the newspaper with the headline stolen from Gringotts, he misassessed his own strength so badly that he wanted to explore and protect what Hagrid had taken from Gringotts in advance.

Hagrid may have sensed his mistake, and he refused to say anything about Harry's doubts, but Hagrid didn't know that it was his actions that aroused Harry's interest in what he had taken from Gringotts that day.

When Harry left, he looked at Hagrid in front of him and said helplessly, "You should make it clear to him, you will only make him more curious about that thing." ”

"That thing is too important to be involved in Harry. He simply couldn't be a match for those guys. ”

Listening to Hagrid's words, Yang Su shook his head, cut open the dimensional rift, and left. He didn't want to interfere too much in the plot. He could only silently sigh in his heart about Dumbledore's understanding of Hagrid.

According to Yang Su's thoughts, all this is under Dumbledore's control. Dumbledore had been aware of it when he had Yang Su teleport the Philosopher's Stone into Harry's pocket as he passed the test.

He was well aware of the boy's curiosity and Hagrid's grinister personality that was not easy to keep secrets.

Curious, Harry would definitely keep getting information from Hagrid, and Snape would definitely return the relics of Harry's parents to him. The tools and intel were all available, and as long as Harry had enough people to take part in the test.

Of course, in the last room of the test, Dumbledore had already set up a magic circle, waiting for the school mole to appear.

……

On this day, Yang Su was still sitting leisurely in an open space somewhere drinking coffee. He saw Neville flying around on a broomstick, but the little guy's face didn't look very good, as if he was frightened. Flying in the air, he finally couldn't control the broom and fell off the broomstick.

"I'm not my student, but I'm still going to help." As he spoke, Yang Su instantly traveled to the place where Longbottom fell. Knowing that his strength was unlikely to be able to catch Neville, Yang Su used the Transfiguration Technique to turn the small table that crossed over with him into a large waterbed.

At this time, looking at the classmates gathered around, he smiled and said to Mrs. Hodge, "Although I used this waterbed to catch Longbottom, it is better to take him to the hospital to have a look." You may have been hit by an out-of-control broom when you fell. ”

"Thank you, Professor Robin." Looking at Mrs. Yang Su Hodge in front of her, she said respectfully: "If it weren't for your action, I wouldn't know what kind of harm this child would have suffered." ”

"It's just a gesture, it's not a big deal."

As he spoke, he turned the waterbed back to its original state, sat down in his chair, and returned to the open space just now.

And at this time, the little wizards who were not under the care of Mrs. Hodge were in trouble again. I really don't know what Dumbledore thought when he put these two naturally hostile classes together.

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass, "It was given to him by the grandmother of the big fool Longbottom." He held up the memory ball, which glistened in the sunlight.

"Bring it, Malfoy." Harry whispered. Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy smirked at Harry and the others, "How about I put it somewhere, and let Longbottom pick it up—put it on a tree?"

"Bring it!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy had already jumped on his broomstick and taken off. He was now hovering parallel to the treetops of an oak tree, and cried out, "Come here, Potter!"

Listening to Malfoy's taunts, Harry grabbed his broomstick.

"No way!" Hermione Granger shouted, "Lady Hooch told us not to move—you're going to get us all in trouble." ”

Harry ignored Hermione's words. He mounted his broomstick and kicked the ground so hard that he ascended, the air whirring through his hair, his robes fluttering behind him.

There was a sudden rush of ecstasy in his heart, realizing that he had discovered a skill that he could teach himself—so easy, so wonderful. He lifted the broomstick a little more, allowing it to fly higher. He heard the screams and pants of girls coming from her face, and Ron shouted in admiration.

He jerked the broom around and pointed it at Malfoy in the air. Malfoy looked taken aback.

"Bring it," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off the broomstick." ”

"Oh, really?" Malfoy said. He wanted to laugh, but the expression on his face was nervous.

Harry seemed to be born knowing what to do. He leaned forward and gripped the broom with both hands, and it shot at Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy barely dodged.

Harry jerked back and grabbed the broomstick steadily. A few people below are clapping. "There's no great thing about you here, Malfoy." Harry shouted.

Malfoy seems to have had the same idea. "Here, see if you can catch it!" He screamed and threw the glass ball out.

Harry saw the orb rise into the sky in slow motion, and then began to fall. He leaned forward and pointed his broomstick down.

In the blink of an eye, he swooped down at an accelerated pace, chasing the glass ball. The wind whistled in his ears, mingled with the screams of the spectators below, and he reached out and caught the orb a foot above the ground. He straightened the broomstick in time, and then he fell lightly to the grass, holding the memory ball firmly in his palm. But then there was an angry roar in his ears.

"Harry Potter!!"