In March at Hogwarts, spring is undoubtedly here.

New shoots have sprouted on the thick or delicate branches of the willows, as if something new is brewing.

The ice on the black lake first cracked a few cracks, and then melted in the gradually warm spring breeze, turning into pieces of ice slag, drifting on the surface of the lake that was still a little chilly.

The lawn around the castle was once again glowing with emerald green, and the little wizards in thin wizards' robes frolicked on the lawn.

After the Christmas holidays, after just over two months of classes at Hogwarts, the Easter holidays arrived.

Unlike the Christmas holidays, when families are together, few young wizards choose to go home during the Easter holidays.

This is because the holiday is not too long, and most young wizards are not worth the trip home from Scotland to England.

Coupled with the fact that Easter is very close to the final exam week in June, professors tend to assign a lot of homework during the Easter holidays to prevent these young people who have little self-control from spending the whole holiday and forgetting to study.

Whenever they encountered this kind of homework, the little wizards who had complained about Professor Dracula because of the devil's training began to think of him, hoping that every professor would be like Professor Dracula......

Well...... No, if every professor arranges devil training like Professor Dracula, wouldn't they be exhausted in school?

So the young wizards decided that it was best for Hogwarts professors to be taught by the casual Professor Dracula, the rigorous and conscientious Professor McGonagall to set the scope of the exam, the amiable Professor Sprout to teach, and the tireless Professor Flitwick to accompany the practice......

As for Professor Snape...... Well, don't!

During the Easter holidays, Harry and other second-year students have something new to think about-

It's time for them to choose a third-grade course!

This matter, at least in Hermione's opinion, needs to be taken with caution.

"It's going to affect our entire future." In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione spoke to Harry and Ron very seriously.

At this time, they all sat on the couches in the lounge, carefully studying the list of new courses, making marks on them.

"I just want to give up Potions class." Harry said distressedly.

Ever since he had rapprocheted with Snape at the end of the previous school year, and had fallen out again, Harry had no idea what to do with the Potions professor who had saved him and who had always been against him.

After entering the second year, Snape even began to target Harry even more aggressively, if Gryffindor was not deducted more than 20 points in any Potions class with Harry, it could be regarded as Snape's conscience had been discovered!

"Impossible," Ron said in a low mood, "I have to take all the original subjects, or Neville would have thrown out the Potions class......

He glanced at Neville, who was sitting not far away.

Neville was also a big point demerit for Gryffindor in Potions class.

Snape found him to be clumsy with potions, so he set aside a portion of each lesson to look at Neville with Harry's thoughts, ready to find a reason to deduct points from Gryffindor. ….

"But Potions class is important!" Hermione said in surprise, "Whether you want to be an Auror in the future, or you want to follow the path of a pharmacist, healer, etc., potions are an essential course."

"With that sort of stance, I don't think Neville is going to choose these careers," Ron shrugged his shoulders and said, "I guess Neville would choose a job related to herbalism, and he was most active in Professor Sprout's herbology class."

Neville Longbottom's personality seems to have undergone some subtle changes since Dracula's Defence Against the Dark Arts public class in the Great Hall.

Originally, even though Neville was best at herbal medicine, he rarely took the initiative to raise his hand to speak because of his introversion.

But from that Defence Against the Dark Arts public class

Later, Neville became enthusiastic, and whenever Professor Sprout asked a question he knew, he would immediately raise his hand, and even snatched a lot of Hermione's points from it.

Not only that, but he has also become active in other classes, at least willing to raise his hand to answer the questions he can.

Of course, Snape's Potions class was still Neville's worst hit, and his fear of the Potions Professor was not something Dracula's words of enlightenment could solve!

At this point, Neville was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, like Harry, Ron, and Hermione, picking out the electives to choose for the third year.

The wizards and witches in the family wrote to him one after another, giving him many different suggestions on the issue of choosing courses.

Neville's phobia of choice is a mistake, and he feels a little confused and extremely nervous. He sat there looking at the course list, his face full of confusion, and asked if others thought arithmetic divination sounded more difficult to learn than ancient magic scripts.

The young wizard sitting next to Neville was Dean Thomas, who, like Harry, had grown up around Muggles.

The little wizard really didn't know how to choose a class, so he finally closed his eyes, clicked around the list with his wand, and muttered "I'll choose whoever the little rooster clicks", and finally chose whichever class he clicked.

Of the young wizards in the Gryffindor common room, the calmest was probably Hermione.

She didn't follow anyone's advice and signed on all subjects.

By the time almost everyone had chosen their lessons, Harry's quill had not moved.

Harry always felt like he didn't really have anything to do other than Defence Against the Dark Arts - he couldn't decide between five electives: Divination, Protecting Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies, Arithmetic Divination, and Ancient Runifin.

Percy Weiss noticed his hesitation and came over to him urgently.

"It depends on where you want to go, Harry." "You have to plan for the future early, so I recommend a divination course to you, which can provide you with some reference for your future."

"Other than that, my classmates say it's stupid to choose a Muggle studies class, but I personally think wizards should have a thorough understanding of non-magical societies, especially if they want to work closely related to Muggles - you see my father, he has to deal with Muggle affairs at all times." ….

"My brother Charlie has always loved the outdoors, so he chose the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, and later he went to work in the Dragon Sanctuary in Romania. So, play to your strengths, Harry!"

Percy patted Harry on the shoulder and encouraged.

After Percy left, Harry thought about it alone for a long time, and felt that the only thing he was really good at besides Defence Against the Dark Arts was Quidditch.

"Why isn't there a Quidditch elective?" He leaned on the table in anguish and sighed.

Eventually, he took Ron's list of electives and filled out the same electives as him.

Harry felt that even if he didn't choose well enough and chose a few courses that were difficult to learn, at least one person was willing to help him in a friendly way, and the two of them could copy each other...... No, split the job!

Speaking of Quidditch, Harry remembered that the next Quidditch match for the Gryffindor team would be against the Hufflepuff team.

As the captain of the Gryffindor team, Wood insisted that the players train every day.

Since there was a pre-dinner dueling club meeting every night from Monday to Friday, Wood arranged the daily training after dinner, so that the players could withstand the fatigue of the duel devil practice after eating, and then proceed with the Quidditch devil training.

Wood is known for enhancing the physical fitness and endurance of the players, and improving the ability to cope with protracted battles.

As a result, members of the Gryffindor team, such as Harry, have little time to do each day other than to participate in dueling clubs, Quidditch training, and complete homework.

However, this kind of high-intensity training is not without its benefits.

The players cooperate in Quidditch training

As he became more and more comfortable and tacit, Harry's thin physique, which had not eaten well at the Dursleys, gradually became a little more angular.

The night before Saturday's game, when he walked to his dorm to put down his broomstick, he felt like the Gryffindor team had never been more sure of winning the Quidditch Cup!

……

Early the next morning, the weather was sunny and sunny.

A pleasant breeze gently blows the surface of the lake where the ice has completely melted, causing the lake to ripple slightly.

"It's the perfect weather for a Quidditch match!" At the Gryffindor table, Wood said enthusiastically as he added a lot of scrambled eggs to each team's plate. "Harry, cheer up, you need a good breakfast."

Harry, who was the biggest contributor to the Gryffindor Quidditch team's Quidditch Cup victory last school year, was largely favored by Wood, as was evident in the fact that he only added two scrambled eggs to most of the other players, while Harry added four.

"It's not fair, Wood!" Fred and George protested, "You are naked eccentric!"

The two of them each added an extra piece of scrambled egg to their plates.

"You can add your own eggs." Wood glanced at the twins, and then rejoined the heated discussion with Harry about today's Quidditch tactics.

After dinner, Harry walked briskly to Gryffindor House, picked up his Halo 2000, and joined the bustling crowd on the Quidditch pitch.

"Hufflepuff's Quidditch team is a little worse than ours, but their Seeker, Cedric Diggory, isn't weak." Wood squeezed through the crowd and continued to murmur in Harry's ear, "Harry, all you have to do is keep an eye on Cedric and catch the Golden Snitch before he does.........

Harry nodded in response, looking around for a figure that was also a Quidditch Seeker.

As he approached the tall crowd at the Quidditch pitch, Harry paused.

He saw a very beautiful Asian girl, with long, waterfall-like black hair, holding a broom in her hand, and the gentle bookish air that had been lingering around her looked heroic against the backdrop of the flying broomstick.

In Harry's ears, Wood's voice seemed to fade, and all his eyes were focused on the pretty girl.

Autumn Zhang.

Harry met this beautiful girl at the end of the previous school year, when Professor Dracula gave amulets to the first place in Defence Against the Dark Arts for the first three grades.

Later, when I went to inquire about the content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I deliberately pretended to meet by chance and chatted with Cho Zhang once.

However, before the two could say a few words, Professor Dracula suddenly appeared and interrupted his deed with interest.

Since then, he has never dared to say a word to Cho Zhang.

But Harry will subconsciously look for Cho Chang anywhere in Hogwarts. After making sure that she was there, she would hide far away, and even pull Ron next to her to block her view so as not to be discovered by her.

If Cho Chang hadn't noticed his gaze, Harry would have stared at her for a long time, and he didn't know what to see, in short, he couldn't get enough of it. If he was discovered, he would immediately turn his head and blush.

In addition to this, Harry also remembered the place where Cho Chang often appeared, and he would deliberately take that special place until Cho Chang's figure appeared.

Harry was confident in his Quidditch match and felt that Gryffindor had never been more confident of winning the Quidditch Cup.

So Harry's heart was stirring again.

He wanted to walk over to Cho Chang and say a few words to her, to cheer her on for the Gryffindor team, to make her pay attention to the moment he caught the Golden Snitch and was heroic

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But Harry couldn't move.

"Harry? Harry!" Wood's big rough hands shook back and forth in front of his face, his face full of anxiety, "You've been standing here for a long time, what's wrong?"

After a while, Harry's gaze came into focus, and he turned his head to look at Wood beside him.

"Uh...... What's wrong, Oliver?" He asked.

"Why are you still asking about me?" Wood said anxiously, "It's you who suddenly stopped moving here, I have no idea what's wrong with you!"

"Oh, I'm fine, Oliver." Harry hastened to explain, "It just occurred to me something."

"That's good, that's good." Wood breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go, let's go to the arena together, you don't dare to think like this all of a sudden during the game."

"Wait a minute." Harry shook his head and refused to go to the Quidditch pitch with Wood, "I still have some business to do, you go first, I'll be there before the game." ….

Wood looked at Harry suspiciously, fearing that he would suddenly run away alone before the game.

"You must come on time!" He told Harry a thousand things.

"Don't worry!" Harry patted his chest and assured.

Harry let out a long sigh of relief when he had gotten rid of Wood, and then immediately looked at where Cho Chang had just been.

Fortunately, the Ravenclaw girl hadn't left, still holding the broom in her hand, and standing still.

Harry looked at her, and there was a strange spasm in his heart, as if he had stepped down a flight of steps, beating extremely fast.

Seeing that the Quidditch match was about to begin, he gritted his teeth, held his breath as if he were dead, and walked to Cho Chang's side.

……

"Harry Potter?" Qiu Chang looked at Harry, who was moving to his side with a tangled face, and looked at him curiously, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Hmm......" Harry said.

He desperately wanted to say something, to get Cho Chang to cheer for him and the Gryffindor team, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Or maybe we could talk about Quidditch Seekers and stuff like that, we'll have something in common. Harry cheered himself on.

Cho Chang stood there, looking at him with a look of bewilderment.

Finally, Harry gritted his teeth again and uttered an incoherent sentence that he didn't have time to pronounce:

"Today...... Game...... Come on for me?"

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Cho Chang didn't understand what he was saying.

"I mean, it's our Quidditch match against Hufflepuff today, can you ......," Harry finally got his language in order.

However, at this moment, a tall, tall and handsome figure walked from the edge of the arena.

"Harry, is that a coincidence?" The figure also walked up to Cho Zhang's side and greeted Harry, "Today is the match between our two houses, how are you preparing?"

"Cedric, why are you ...... here," Harry asked in surprise.

But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw Cho Zhang's cheeks flush slightly, and he happily handed the broom in his hand to Cedric's hand.

This broom is Cedric's? Why did Cho Chang keep this broom for Cedric? What is the relationship between the two of them? ……

Harry's words got stuck in his throat, and strange questions flashed through his mind in quick succession.

It felt weird: a minute ago, he felt his entrails wriggle like a snake, and now all of a sudden, he felt as if he didn't have any entrails at all......

"What's wrong with you, Harry?" Cedric asked with concern, "Are you alright, do you need to postpone the game?"

"Even though you Gryffindor are the defending champions of the previous academic year, we Hufflepuffs won't want to fight you when you're in a physical problem, and even if you win, you won't be able to win."

Harry sense

Feeling empty inside, he shook his head in a daze.

"I'm fine, thank you." He whispered, turning away from the scene.

Harry had no idea how he ended up in the Gryffindor dressing room. When he changed into a bright red shirt in the locker room, the only thing he talked about was that everyone was outside watching the game now. Cho Chang is also there.

The team members walked to the field with earth-shaking cheers.

Harry rode his broomstick into the sky, keenly spotting Cho Chang in the audience.

She holds the yellow Hufflepuff flag in her hand.

Harry's entrails are back. He thought they had just been taken and filled with lead.

……

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