"Do you understand what Miss Granger is telling you, Potter?"

After Hermione had finished retelling the contents of the spider exorcism, Dracula asked.

"Professor, I see." Harry nodded hurriedly and said, "I'm sorry to delay your lecture, you can continue."

Without a trace, he urged Dracula to continue lecturing, thinking to himself, maybe Professor Dracula would forget about the punishment for distraction after a little lecture?

However, he didn't realize that Professor Dracula, who was known to be cautious, was obviously not going to forget the punishment of not paying attention in class.

"Potter, you don't seem to be in a good state of attendance in the last two months." Dracula suddenly thought of some interesting punishment and said to Harry with a smile, "I'm curious about what has happened recently, do you want to share it with everyone?"

Harry immediately shook his head in refusal.

His secret has always been hidden in the deepest part of his heart, and he hasn't even told his best friends Ron and Hermione, how can he be willing to tell this to his classmates in the two houses?

"I don't want to say yes, I don't force you." Dracula nodded casually.

'When did Professor Dracula become so eloquent?' ，

Harry froze for a moment.

However, Dracula's next sentence brought Harry's perception of him back to its original place.

"There is still a punishment for being distracted in class, if you all don't pay attention to the lecture because of distraction, then where will I put my face?" Dracula said nonchalantly, "I'll give you two options, and you can choose one of them as your punishment."

"First: your written assignments this semester, as well as practical assignments outside of class, are quadrupled!"

Harry swallowed.

Usually Professor Dracula doesn't give much written assignments, so it is not difficult to double the assignment, and this double punishment is the lightest, even if it is quadruple.

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It wasn't that gave Harry a headache, it was the practical assignment that gave Harry a headache-

Practical assignments, as the name suggests, are assignments that must be completed with hands-on practice, and in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, they are assignments that require fighting.

Now that Hogwarts has a dueling club hosted by Dracula, a lot of practical work is tied to the arrangement of the dueling club.

Sometimes, Dracula will ask students to complete a practical assignment for Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the Dueling Club, such as:

Use only a certain spell during a duel, or successfully defend against your opponent's attacks during a duel, or dodge a certain number of attacks with flexible positioning......

This kind of practical assignment is usually not too difficult to complete every day in the dueling club, as long as you pay more attention to it, so few people will complain about it.

But when you quadruple it, things look very different...... This means that every time Harry wants to complete his homework, he has to fight four duels in the Dueling Club, and each one has special restrictions! ….

"What about the second option?" He still had a hint of luck.

"The second option...... It's to share with your classmates the reason why you've been doing so badly lately." Dracula slowly curled the corners of his mouth, "Don't make up nonsense to come out and mess with us, I know very well whether you are telling the truth or not."

"I'll choose the first option!" Harry said decisively.

If you want to say such an embarrassing thing in front of your classmates, it will definitely die socially, right?

How embarrassing is this......

"Are you sure?" Dracula's smile calmed a little.

"I'm sure!" Harry didn't hesitate.

"That'll do." Dracula smacked his lips with some regret, "I'll arrange the duels for you tonight, and you won't be allowed to leave until the four duels are finished!"

……

By the time he returned to his bedroom in the evening, Harry was completely exhausted.

After four high-intensity duels with others in the dueling club, and within a two-minute break after eating, he was taken by Woodra to the Quidditch pitch for another wave of Quidditch training, and after the training was over, Harry felt like he was out of his mind......

"Harry, are you alright?" Ron looked at the dead friend who had collapsed on the bed and asked with concern, "Wood is really, you're tired like this, and he asked you to train in Quidditch!"

Harry didn't want to move a finger, and he replied with a humming as he lay on the bed, "I feel good...... At least not yet."

"Then you can take a good rest, I hope that when you are sore tomorrow, you will be as optimistic as you are today." Ron looked at him with sympathy on his face, "By the way, Professor Dracula said how many days would it take to quadruple your practice?"

"How many days?" Harry covered his face with a pillow and wailed in pain, "Didn't you hear it in class? Professor Dracula is talking about a semester!"

"A whole semester?!" Ron jumped up from the bed, "Professor Dracula would dare to say that...... Does he want the first student at Hogwarts to die of exhaustion from doing Defence Against the Dark Arts practice assignments?"

"How can Professor Dracula care if I'm tired or not?" Harry lamented, "He just wanted to have fun with him, and I didn't give him a chance to have fun with me......

"Hmm...... That's really true when you think about it." A look of pity appeared in Ron's eyes, "Then you mourn......

At that moment, there was a faint knock on the door of the dormitory.

"Who?" Ron shouted out the door, "No knocking, just come in!"

After shouting, he complained to Harry, "I've told everyone else many times, just come to our dormitory and just push the door in, there's no need to knock on the door, and I don't know who doesn't have a long memory."

Harry didn't have the strength to reply, so he casually raised his finger.

Just then, Ron's cry caught Harry's attention.

"Ginny?!" There was a deep sense of surprise in Ron's voice, "You shouldn't be here, this is the boys' dormitory!"

Harry struggled to look up from the bed and saw a little witch with a basket standing next to the door of the dorm that had been pushed open. ….

Like her brother, the little witch has red hair like fire and cute little freckles on her face. She was petite and had the same bright brown eyes as Mrs. Molly Weasley.

Ginny was the youngest child in the Wesley family, and the most favored, much more favored than Ron, the youngest boy at home who was bullied by his brother and neglected by his parents......

Well, maybe even Harry, an outsider, is more favored than Ron at Wesley.

"Hermione told me that Gryffindor girls are allowed in the boys' dorms." Ginny seemed a little nervous when she first came to the boys' dormitory, but she still forced herself to show a calm expression, "So I dared to come and give it a try."

"Speaking of which, I've been very angry!" Ron said sullenly, "I don't know who made the rule that girls can enter the boys' dorm room, but boys can't enter the girls' dorm. It's not fair!"

"It's because the founders of Gryffindor thought boys were less trustworthy than girls, so they made this rule." Ginny walked into the bedroom with the basket in her hand and said in Hermione's tone,

"The founder of Gryffindor, Mr. Godric Gryffindor, is a man himself, and even he thinks the same way, which is enough to prove how untrustworthy you boys are!"

With that, Harry felt that he couldn't play dead anymore, so he sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, allowing himself to look a little decent sitting so as not to lose face in front of the girls.

"Ginny, is it really Gryffindor who said that?" Harry asked, "I've always felt that it doesn't make sense to make rules like that, after all, you know ...... I'm a boy, too."

"Ah, Harry

I didn't mean to say you weren't trustworthy." Ginny's face turned red as if she had just seen Harry, "No matter how bad the other men are, you're the most trustworthy one!"

"Ginny, why don't you judge your brother too?" Ron saw that Ginny had an overrated view of Harry, and was confident that he wanted the same evaluation from his sister.

"You?" Ginny glanced at Ron, "Why don't you have any self-knowledge, Ron?"

"Huh?" Ron's eyes widened, "What do you mean by that, Ginny?" Why is it that Harry is trustworthy, but I have no self-knowledge, who is your brother?"

Ginny didn't pay any further attention, and turned her back to him, looking at Harry with a ruddy face.

"Harry, I've heard that you fought four duels with others, and after the duels, you went to Quidditch training, right?" She asked in a whisper.

"yes, yes." Harry was a little confused, not knowing what Ginny meant by this, "Do you have anything to do with me, Ginny?"

"Actually, it doesn't matter...... Ginny's face turned even redder, almost catching up with the color of her own hair, "it's just ...... I'm guessing you've been through so much exercise that you're definitely not strong right now, and you might need some food to refuel."

"I happened to meet Luna at the top of the staircase leading to the basement level, and she was with Hufflepuff's Rove Scamander, so I asked Scamander to help me get some extra food in the kitchen." ….

Harry realized what was in the basket that Ginny had been carrying when she came in, and subconsciously looked at it.

I saw that the top of the basket was covered with a thick cotton cloth, which was supposed to be used to preserve the calories of food. The cotton cloth bulged outward, and it was obvious that it should be filled with food, making the basket look heavy.

"I brought milk, eggs, cheese and fresh fruit, which are perfect for supplementing after a strenuous workout."

Ginny reached out and untied the cotton cloth covering the basket, took the handle of the basket with both hands, and handed it to Harry, "Harry, do you like to eat?" If I don't like it, I can ask Toscamander to go to the kitchen and get some others."

Ginny looked at Harry's turquoise eyes, and the expression on her face was a little troubled.

"Oh! It's a big hassle for you, Ginny!" Harry didn't care how tired he was, so he quickly stood up and said, "Thank you so much, it's all my favor......

He took the basket full of food from Ginny's hand, and was a little surprised that the basket happened to be what he liked to eat.

Harry looked at Ginny, only to see that her face didn't seem quite right, "Hey, why is your face so red and feverish?"

"I...... I'm fine." Ginny was electrocuted and withdrew her hand from the handle of the basket, her face now redder than her fiery hair.

Harry then noticed that he had also put his hand on the handle of the basket in order to take it, and inadvertently touched Ginny's hand.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He hurriedly apologized.

Ginny's cheeks were hot, as if she was too red to speak, but she shook her head vigorously.

Her long fiery red hair swayed behind her back like a cluster of bright spring flowers.

"Hey, Ginny, why are you so bothered about bringing food to Harry?" Ron leaned over, gave Ginny a suspicious look, and held out his hand and asked, "Mine?"

"You didn't fight four duels in one day, and you didn't train in Quidditch, so why should I bring you food?" Ginny glanced at Ron, "And you don't eat enough, I don't want a fat brother."

When talking to her brother, her confidence as the pet of Wesley's family instantly returned.

"Walter F......" Ron's swear words almost blurted out, but Ginny swallowed them back in her expression of 'I'm going to tell my mother,' "When I can beat Fred and George, I'm going to make them look good!"

"It's all because of these two people all day

I'm kidding you!" He swore and cursed.

"Don't worry, you're not going to be able to beat Fred and George in your life," Ginny's words were like a knife stuck in Ron's shoulder, "There is no wizard in our family who is more talented at fighting than the two of them."

Ron: "......"

After Ginny left, Harry, Ron, and the other three roommates sat down for a late-night snack.

There was so much food in the basket that it was too much for one person to eat, so even though Ginny didn't plan to bring it to her brother, Ron still managed to eat with the rest of his roommates. ….

"Ginny has adored you since she was a child, Harry...... Well, there are very few young wizards in the wizarding world who don't worship you." Stuffed with cheese in his mouth, Ron mumbled to Harry, "We all grew up in the story of the boy who never died."

"But Ginny is a little different, the rest of us will gradually turn our childhood worship into friendship between friends after meeting you, you know what I mean?" He swallowed the contents of his mouth with great difficulty, and continued.

Harry nodded.

"But unlike us, Ginny grew up and saw you, and instead of seeing you as a friend as we did, she began to worship you even more." "My mum told us that Ginny has been talking about you all year since she met you at King's Cross last year," Ron said.

"But...... But I don't deserve to be worshiped like that." Harry put down the fork that poked the banana chunks in his hand and said with some confusion, "I have no idea how Voldemort was defeated by me......

Ignoring the horrified expressions of his four roommates when they heard Voldemort's name, he continued, "I'm just an ordinary little wizard, I can't even win a simple Quidditch match, how can I be adored like this by Ginny?"

"Don't say that, Harry, your Defence Against the Dark Arts is number one!" Neville was embarrassed to eat what Ginny had brought Harry, and nibbled on a small piece of apple for a long time, "That's too much more than me, and I've always been envious."

Harry didn't respond, just shook his head with a sad face.

No one else knew about Riddle's diary, but that didn't mean Harry couldn't recognize himself.

He had always thought that he had won the first place in the Defence Against the Dark Arts final exam last year because of Riddle's tutoring, otherwise the amulet made by Professor Dracula should have been Hermione's.

"Harry, you're fine, you're the heart and soul of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" Ron's mouth was stuffed again, and he patted Harry on the shoulder as he chewed and said, "You just weren't in good shape in the last game, it's good to win back in the next game!"

All the young wizards are confident in Harry, after all, he is the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts history!

……

But things didn't go as smoothly as the other little wizards had expected.

Even as Harry gradually adjusted his form over the course of the following term, he still lost the next Quidditch match.

In fact, Harry himself had already expected this, because this match was between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.

As the Seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, Cho Chang had all of Harry's emotions in mind from the very beginning of the match.

Because of this, the Gryffindor team, the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts history, would look at the opposite Seeker from time to time during the game -

Not to observe the opponent's movements, nor to prevent the Golden Snitch from appearing near the opposite Seeker and getting caught, but simply to be able to get a glimpse of Cho Zhang's pretty face.

Throughout the match, Harry, as a Seeker, is not so much looking for the Golden Snitch as he is looking for Cho Chang......

With such a lack of focus, Harry still had a chance to help Gryffindor win the game.

Because he cares too much about Ravenclaw's Seekers, he found the Golden Snitch in Cho Chang, even though he never seriously looked for the Golden Snitch

At that moment, he still reacted in an instant and drove the broom to chase after him.

Cho Chang's flight speed was not very fast, and under Harry's pursuit, he quickly caught up and flew to a position that was shoulder to shoulder with her.

Harry, however, hesitated.

……

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