As Hermione had predicted, the free time in sixth year wasn't used to blissfully relax as Ron had hoped, but rather to juggle a lot of homework. Not only does the study of the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info every day feel like an exam, but the requirements for each course are much higher than before.

These days, Professor McGonagall Harry could barely understand half of what he was saying, and even Hermione was asking her to repeat it two or three times. Incredibly, and much to Hermione's growing anger, Harry's best subject had suddenly become Potions, thanks to the half-blood prince.

Not only Defence Against the Dark Arts, but now Charms and Transfiguration classes are also asking for silent spells.

Harry could often see his classmates suffocating their faces purple in the common room or during meals, distorted as if they had eaten too much; But he knew that they were actually practicing chanting incantations silently. So going to class in the greenhouse becomes a kind of relaxation; Even though they now have to deal with more dangerous plants in their herb class, at least they can tear their throats and curse loudly when they are caught unsuspectingly by the poisonous tentacles from behind.

The heavy schoolwork and frantic practice of silent spells left them no time to see Hagrid, who had not gone to the faculty table to eat, which was a bad omen, and it was strange that Hagrid had not paid attention to them or greeted him on the few occasions when he had been bumped into in the hallways and school playgrounds.

"We've got to explain," Hermione said Saturday morning, staring at the huge, empty seat at the staff table.

"We have a Quidditch squad selection this morning!" Ron said. "We're going to practice Professor Flitwick's Water Diversion Charm! And what can you explain? How do you tell him we hate this stupid class? ”

"We don't hate it!" Hermione said.

"Say it yourself, I haven't forgotten about the snails," Ron said with a grim face. "And I'm telling you, we just survived. Haven't you heard what Hagrid is doing to his dumbfounded brother - if we stay there, we'll have to teach Glopp how to tie his shoes. ”

"I don't want to talk to Hagrid all the time," Hermione looked a little distraught.

"We'll go when the Quidditch tryouts are over," Harry assured her. He misses Hagrid too, but like Ron, he wishes he didn't have Grope in his life. "But the selection may last all morning, and there are too many people applying to join."

Faced with his first difficulty as captain, Harry looked a little nervous. "I don't know why all of a sudden the team is so hot."

"Oh, come on, Harry," Hermione said suddenly, impatiently. "It's not as hot as Quidditch, it's you! There's nothing more to get them interested than you, and to put it bluntly, there's nothing more to get people hooked than you. ”

Ron choked on a large slice of smoked fish.

Hermione glanced at him contemptuously, then turned to Harry again.

"Now everyone knows you're telling the truth, isn't it? The entire wizarding community has to admit that you were right when you said that Voldemort came back, that in the last two years, you were the one who actually fought Voldemort twice and escaped both times. Now they call you 'the Son of God' -- well, come to think of it, don't you see why people are obsessed with you? Suddenly, Harry felt the Great Hall feel very hot, even though it looked like it was still raining cold from the ceiling.

"And now that you're free from the Ministry of Magic's persecution of you, they wanted to convince them that you were an unreliable liar. The mark that the abominable woman made you write on the back of your hand with your own blood is still there, but you stand by your word anyway......"

"The marks of those brains in the Ministry of Magic are there, too, voila," Ron said, rolling up his sleeves.

"That didn't affect your summer growth by a foot," Hermione ignored Ron.

"I'm pretty tall," Ron said inexplicably.

The owl mail arrived, and they swooped in through the rain-stained windows, raining down on everyone. Most people are writing more than usual; Anxious parents are eager to receive letters from their children, while also reassuring them that everything is okay at home. Harry hadn't received a single letter since school started; The only person who corresponded regularly with him was now on a mission, and he only hoped that Lupin would occasionally write him a letter or two, but so far it had been disappointing. So he was stunned when he saw the snow-white owl Hedwig in the midst of the brown and gray owls, which had stopped in front of Harry with a large square package. After a while, Ron's owl piggy brought Ron the same package, and he looked exhausted and looked like he was about to be crushed by the package on his body.

"Hah!" Harry unwrapped the package, revealing a brand new copy of Advanced Potions Preparation, which had just arrived from the Blotted bookstore.

"Oh, that's great," Hermione said happily. "Now you can get that scribbled book back."

"Are you crazy?" Harry said. "I'm going to keep it! You see, I've thought it all through—" He pulled the old Potion Preparation from his bag, tapped the cover lightly with his wand, and whispered, "Split!" "The cover fell off. And then he did the same with the new book. Finally, he changed the covers of the two books, tapped each one lightly, and said, "Restore to the original!" ”

The prince's book was disguised as new, and the one at the Blotted bookstore now looked like second-hand.

"I'll give this new one back to Slavhorn, he won't complain, it's worth nine Galleons!"

Hermione pursed her lips, looking angry and disgruntled, but she immediately turned her attention to the other owl, which delivered today's Daily Prophet. So she hurriedly read the newspaper and browsed the front page.

"Has anyone we know died?" Ron asked lightly, a question he asked every time Hermione read the newspaper.

"No, but the Dementor attacks have increased," Hermione said. "One person has been arrested."

"Fantastic, who?" Harry said he hoped it was Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Stan Sanpark," Hermione said.

"What?" Harry was shocked.

"'Stan Sampark, the conductor of the Rider Bus, the most popular vehicle in the wizarding world, was arrested a few days ago on suspicion of involvement with the Death Eaters. Mr. Sampak, 21, was arrested in his residence in Krapen during a manhunt late last night......'"

"Stan Sanpak is a Death Eater?" Harry remembered the pimple-ridden young man he had seen three years ago. "No way!"

"He may have been under the Imperius Curse," Ron said sensibly. "Who knows?"

"It doesn't look like this," Hermione continued to watch. "The newspaper says he was arrested in a bar when he was heard talking about the Death Eaters' secret plans." She looked up, confused. "If he had been under the Imperius Curse, he wouldn't have gotten a rambling about the Death Eaters' plans, would he?"

"It sounds like he's just exaggerating," Ron said. "Isn't he the one who claimed to be the Minister of Magic in front of Meiwa?"

"Yes, that's him," Harry said. "I don't know what they're up to, as well as Stan."

"Maybe they wanted to make it seem like they did something," Hermione frowned. "People are panicking – do you know that the Patil sisters' parents want them to come home? And Eloise Midgan had already gone back, and her father had picked her up last night. ”

"What!" Ron glared at Hermione. "But Hogwarts is safer than their homes, absolutely! We've got the Aurors guarding it, we've got so many new protective spells, and we've got Dumbledore! ”

"I don't think we've always had him," Hermione said quietly, glancing past the Daily Prophet at the faculty table. "Didn't you notice that his seat had been as empty as Hagrid's had been over the past week."

Harry and Ron looked up at the staff table. The headmaster's seat was indeed empty. Harry then remembered that he hadn't seen Dumbledore since he had been teaching alone a week earlier.

"Dumbledore has more important things to do, but Ron is right, Hogwarts does have more guards than a single magical family. Even without Dumbledore, the current professors at Hogwarts, and the defensive magic and defensive enchantments that have been passed down from generation to generation in this castle would have kept a large number of ordinary Death Eaters out. ”

Familiar voices suddenly sounded behind several people.

Hermione immediately turned her head and looked at the visitor with some excitement.

"Duten, are you back?"

"Ah, it's back."

Du Teng nodded.

"Haha, that's great!"

"You're welcome back!"

Harry and Ron hugged him, even Hermione.

"Where the hell have you been during this time, we haven't seen you much since the last semester and the holidays."

Harry asked with a grin as he patted Duten on the shoulder.

"Well, many, many things have happened......"

Du Teng said ambiguously.

Of course, he couldn't say that he had spent the whole holiday studying the Old Gods, and he couldn't say that he had actually controlled several Death Eaters, all of which he shouldn't have to say to his classmates, and he could only prevaricate with "secret missions".

Fortunately, everyone only cared about him not showing up for a long time, and as for what he had done, I'm afraid no one but Harry would really want to know that much.

After breakfast, continue the previous topic.

Hermione wanted to see Hagrid, but Harry and Ron were not very interested, so they had no choice but to finish the work of the Quidditch team first, and then Hermione forced her to come to Hagrid's cabin. Du Teng naturally followed alongside, he didn't have anything to do these days, and he was quite leisurely.

In front of Hagrid's hut was a tall, gray Hippogriff, and Buckbeak saw the four of them coming, smacked its sharp beak, and turned its massive head around.

"Oh my God," Hermione said nervously. "It's still a little scary, isn't it?"

"Come on, you've ridden it, haven't you?" Ron said.

Harry stepped forward and bowed to the Hippogriff, staring at it without blinking. A few seconds later, Buckbeak bowed as well.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked in a low voice, stroking its feathered head. "Missed him? But it's not bad to stay with Hagrid. Right? "Whew!" It screamed loudly.

Hagrid strode around the corner of the hut, dressed in a huge floral apron and carrying a bag of potatoes. His great hound Toothtooth followed; Tooth screamed and jumped forward.

"Stay away from it! It's going to bite your fingers off - oh. It's a few of you. Toothtooth jumped between Hermione and Ron, trying to lick their ears. Hagrid glanced at them, then turned and strode into the cabin, slamming the door shut.

"Oh my God!" Hermione looked devastated.

"Don't worry," Harry said grimly, as he walked over and knocked loudly on the door. "Hagrid! Open the door, we want to talk to you! ”

There was no sound inside.

"If you don't open the door, we'll blow it up!" Harry drew his wand.

"Harry!" Hermione sounded shocked. "You can't—"

"Of course I can!" Harry said. "Stand back—"

But before he could pronounce the incantation, the door opened again, and Harry had known it was going to be like this, and Hagrid stood there glaring at Harry, looking absolutely frightening despite his floral apron.

"I'm a teacher!" He yelled at Harry. "A teacher, Potter! How dare you threaten to blow up my door! ”

"I'm sorry, sir," Harry tucked his wand into his robes, deliberately pronouncing the last word heavily.

Hagrid looked shocked.

"When did you start calling me 'sir'?"

"When did you start calling me 'Potter'?"

"Oh, clever," Hagrid muttered gruffly. "Very interesting. I've been lied to by you, haven't I? All right, come in, you ungrateful little ......," he muttered vaguely, stepping back to let them in. Hermione walked in after Harry, looking terrified.

"So?" Hagrid said angrily as Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down around his huge wooden table, and Tooth immediately rested his head on Harry's lap, drooling all over his robes. "What is this? Sorry for me? Thought I was lonely or something? ”

"No," Harry said immediately. "We want to see you."

"We miss you so much!" Hermione said tremblingly.

"Miss me, huh?" Hagrid snorted. "yes. All right. ”

He walked up and down the room with heavy steps, making tea in his huge copper teapot, and muttering incessantly. Finally, he threw three bucket-sized cups and a plate of rock skin cakes brewed with brown-red tea in front of them. Harry was hungry enough to endure Hagrid's cooking, and he picked up a piece at once.

"Hagrid," said Hermione, timidly, as Hagrid sat down at the table with them, and skinned the potatoes very savagely, as if each potato had a grudge against him. "You see, we really want to keep taking the Conservation of Magical Creatures class."

Hagrid snorted heavily.

Harry felt even more that some monster had attached to the potatoes, and secretly glad they didn't stay for dinner.

"We really want to!" Hermione said. "But none of us can fit it into our schedule!"

"yes. All right. Hagrid said again.

Suddenly there was a strange crunch, and they all looked around: Hermione screamed, and Ron jumped up from his chair and hurried around the table to avoid a large bucket in the corner, which they had just noticed. It was filled with a bucket of what looked like a foot-long maggot; Slimy, white, rolling and writhing inside.

Except for Hagrid, the faces of the other people in the room suddenly became unpleasant.