A dark shadow flew in through the window, and after a light lap in the Gryffindor lounge, it found its target in the corner.

Then, it flew straight onto the man's shoulder.

"What do Malfoy and Flint's gang say!"

"Goo!"

After saying that, Linde counted the days.

It's already halfway through October today.

"Since they don't move, then you don't have to monitor them anymore, just know that it's okay." Linde waved his left hand absently.

His right hand is now in a plaster cast.

It was an accident he had caused the night before while practicing the Split Spell. Directly broke his right hand.

Allowing this wound to heal under a body of water can have a bad effect. It's like Malfoy's nose. So he went to Ms. Pomfrey anyway.

The excuse was that the stairs suddenly changed lanes, and I didn't pay attention to the road, so I fell directly down one floor. But these are small things, and after Madam Pomfrey has given him a straight bone, he is relieved to be recuperating in the pool every night, so he should get better quickly.

After that, he thought about what had happened recently.

Ever since that happened, Lind had been keeping an eye on the movements of Malfoyflint and his party. According to the message he now knows:

Malfoy went to the school infirmary after being kicked by Jane and broke the bridge of his nose that day, only to have to reconnect Lockhart's crooked nose, which made him suffer for a while.

Malfoy then wanted to write home to inform him of the incident, but was stopped by Flint. Flint told them, "Since that kid named Lind wants us to do something worthy of praise, let's start with him!" ”

The words were full of the meaning of wanting to give Linde a good look.

But most of their little hands were stopped by Oliver Wood and others.

And because of Wood's involvement, everyone has almost forgotten that this incident was caused by Linde. Started a battle that began with two Quidditch teams and involved a battle between the two houses.

There is no outstanding battle in the open competition, and it is not uncommon to meet directly in a brawl or magic duel at the beginning. But as the matter got bigger and bigger, some students began to report to the professor on purpose, hoping to end the farce quickly.

In the dark fight, they began to use the House Cup as a symbol of victory.

Students began to deliberately grab seats. A large number of students in the same grade began to go to the classroom early to occupy the front row seats first, leaving the back row for each other.

Or in Potions class, Slytherin deliberately took all the seats in the back row, leaving the front row and the front row facing Professor Snape to Gryffindor.

There's also a lot of scramble for resources, misleading each other into making mistakes that lead to point deductions, or deliberately guiding Filch to arrest people, providing Peeves with joke gadgets, and making him cause trouble, etc.

This has also led to their house points starting to be gradually surpassed by Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, you must know that although this is the beginning of the semester, the House Cup has never been very concerned about these two houses.

In this case, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff also burst into a race for the Academy Cup.

With the scores not far apart, all the pressure was on the Quidditch events at Hogwarts, and the four major teams began to fight frantically for access to the court......

"What, you said you couldn't participate in training?" Wood looked at Harry in disbelief, staring at him deadly, hoping he would take it back.

The rest of the team looked at Harry in surprise.

Katie Bell quickly asked, "What's wrong Harry, has you been feeling unwell lately?" ”

"No, I just ......" Harry glanced carefully at the rumbling rain outside the window. Yes, I feel like something is wrong with me. When it rains, it ...... Very uncomfortable. Harry said.

It's pitiful, I got rheumatism at a young age.

"Harry, you're not a liar!" Fred laughed, but his eyes still looked at Harry with concern.

"Tell us something." George also asked with concern.

"I'm ......," Harry's mouth opened and opened, but he couldn't speak for a long time. Now no one knew he was going to turn into a fish-man, including Ron and Hermione, who didn't say anything. To be honest, he was a little scared.

Wood was a little distracted, and saw that Harry didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, you can rest for a while!" We're still waiting for you to come back. Don't have too much psychological pressure. ”

He then gave Harry a reassuring smile.

Harry didn't know what to say, he was too ashamed to see Wood's honest face. I had to keep my head down and run away quickly.

Behind him, he could faintly hear his teammates talking about Wood, "I just said that your training intensity is a bit excessive, he is only twelve years old." Think of how you could stand it when you were twelve years old......"

To be honest, it doesn't sound good to his ears, but Wood's training intensity is absolutely acceptable to him, and he enjoys practicing with everyone.

Arriving at the bedroom in a trance, Ron asked him what was wrong and he didn't speak, just said that he wanted to be quiet. Then he lay on the bed with his head covered for a long time, not knowing what to do.

The more he thought about it, the more confused Harry became, he didn't know what was really going on in his body.

Thinking, he rolled over irritably. But I saw a note on the bedside table.

Not yet.

"Whose is this?"

Harry asked, picking up the note and asking Ron.

"I don't know, what's wrong?" Ron didn't know what was going on with Harry, so he ran out to ask Hermione about them, and only then did he go back to the bedroom.

Harry looked at the note, which was written in twisted handwriting: Why don't you go to Professor Dumbledore?

That's right! Harry suddenly thought of Professor Dumbledore.

I'm so stupid, really......

Thinking about this, Harry desperately got up and ran out of the dormitory, then out of the common room. Ignoring Ron's shouting from behind, he just ran and yelled at the back, "I'll tell you when I have an answer." ”

Sitting in the corner of the lounge, Lind glanced at Harry, who ran out like a madman, and then at Andersen, "How are you doing?" ”

Hans Christian Andersen was in the corner of the corner, excitedly grabbing an ordinary piece of white paper and showing it to Linde.

Because Hans Christian Andersen's practice of calligraphy is really outrageous, but it wants to learn it itself, so Linde let it practice in the corner, and then Linde stands in front of it.

That way, no one can see a crow writing.

Linde's eyes flickered, his pupils turned square, his sensitivity increased, and then he saw Hans Christian Andersen's masterpiece.

This reminded him of a quote from his previous life, "It's better for me to take a chicken and put some ink on its feet so that it can step on paper than yours." ”

"Coo-co Does that stuff make sense of this? Andersen was in a hurry, and cried out in the corner in a rage.

"Shhhh Be quiet, just laugh, and keep practicing! Linde whispered.

After saying that, Andersen stopped, continued to support the ground with one foot, and began to write and draw with the other foot holding the quill pen.

"It's still too little to do, and there's time to develop hobbies." Linde was behind, his only remaining left hand rubbing his temples and revealing a capitalist smile.