In the evening, Harry took Ron with him, and the two of them put on their invisibility cloaks and went to the kitchen.

Walk through the auditorium.

Just entered the underground corridor.

"Wait, my legs are a little weak." Ron grabbed Harry.

Harry looked back, looking at him quizzically.

"It's too close to Professor Snape's office." Ron took a deep breath, "Let me take a moment." ”

He was afraid of Snape.

Even if his performance in class was decent and he was hardly reprimanded, who wasn't afraid of Snape's appearance when he sprayed venom?

They were lucky not to run into Snape.

The painting was also prominent, with Harry raising his hand and scratching the pear, which sneered a few times and bulged out to turn into a green doorknob.

Harry pulled.

Walk in with Ron.

In the room, dozens of elves were busy with their work, and they looked over—empty.

Illusion Spell?

"Which little wizard is it?" An elf sniffed, walked over, and said respectfully, "What do you need Crowe's help with?" ”

"Prepare me a live cow and stun me with a stober charm." Harry didn't tear off his cloak, lowered his voice, and spoke.

The magic contract allows these elves to tell if they are Hogwarts students or not.

But he has little trust in this creature.

"Sure, but... This may take a while. Crowe nodded, obediently.

"How long will it take?" Harry asked.

"Tomorrow night!" Crow was pitiful and grabbed his ears, "Crow still has to clean Hogwarts so that he can meet the little wizard's request tomorrow night." ”

"Don't punish yourself." Before Harry could start crying and screaming and beating himself, Harry commanded, "I'll come and get it tomorrow at eleven o'clock." ”

Seeing that Harry had finished speaking, Ron asked expectantly, "Is there any lamb chops for dinner?" ”

"Of course!" Crowe snapped his fingers, and a plate of lamb chops fell into his hands, "Are these enough, there are many more in the kitchen." ”

"Enough is enough." Ron happily reached out and took it.

Crow's mood became high: "Crow has helped the little wizard!" ”

"Do you have any other commands from the little wizard?"

"Tomorrow morning, prepare me a mushroom soup, croissant, and a small piece of butter for Gryffindor ......" Ron muttered as he muttered as he muttered a lamb chop.

Harry gave him a gentle elbow.

"To the Gryffindor table." Ron immediately changed his tune.

Crowe bowed, "Everything is at your command, little wizard. ”

They left immediately.

On the way, Ron munched on the food and sighed, "How good they are, the lamb chops are almost the same as the ones that were just made." ”

"But the elf intercepted your paper and caused you to write a new one before school started." Harry reached out and twisted a piece, mending the knife by the way.

Ron's face turned a little green, "Thank you for reminding me of this." ”

They walked back to the break room.

"Harry, can I go to the Forbidden Forest with you tomorrow?" Approaching the dormitory, Ron suddenly asked.

Harry shook his head.

"I promise, I'll ...... quietly," Ron immediately swore that every lion cub had an adventurous heart in his heart.

"It's close to the Eight-Eyed Spider's lair." Harry whispered, "And they're a little restless, and at the end of last semester, there were a couple of times when they were eager to try to attack me. ”

Spider.

Or giant spiders.

Ron's face turned greener than it had just been: "Okay, in that case, then next time I have a chance." ”

"Of course." Harry nodded.

Thursday.

The second-grade lion cubs can take a nap, and the first transfiguration class doesn't start until 10 o'clock.

Transfiguration is one of the most difficult classes at Hogwarts, perhaps only after Defence Against the Dark Arts - the latter is difficult because there is no qualified professor, and the former is difficult because there is no qualified brain.

Professor McGonagall walks them through a review of what was at the end of last semester.

Turn a ladybug into a button –

Only Harry and Hermione performed well, and they succeeded once.

Ron had a little accident.

He conjured up the buttons, but his legs were still there, and he crawled on the table, and he had to smash them to death with a book to solve the problem.

In a fit of rage, Professor McGonagall laid out an eight-inch-long paper.

At noon, they had plenty of time to digest the Transfiguration class and refresh themselves for the last two Potions classes of the week.

The two sections are connected together.

Snape had a problem with making a bone potion, a potion that required so much precision that even the slightest sloppiness would render the potion ineffective.

It wasn't hard for Hermione and Harry.

They made it out smoothly.

It is also the whole class, one of the few who succeeded.

"The quality is so-so, maybe the person who takes your potion will have to endure two days of pain before the bones can grow out." Snape commented on Hermione's potion, paused, and said hastily, "Gryffindor, add a point." ”

The room was abruptly still.

Everyone looked at Snape in disbelief.

Wait a minute...

What did Professor Snape just say?

Snape had already picked up Harry's vial, glanced at it, let out a "tsk", and hurriedly put it down, spraying the venom onto the next person.

Wait for the end of the course.

Ron kept looking at Hermione, his eyes full of curiosity, "Hermione, what did you do?" ”

"Why did Professor Snape give you extra points?"

"Only one point." Hermione shook her head, "And the professor deducted five points from Harry today, obviously his potions are better." ”

"Perhaps, you reminded him of my mother." Harry uttered a conjecture, "The way materials are handled is similar. ”

Hermione didn't speak.

"I'm going to learn too." Ron looked envious, "It doesn't matter if you add points or not, as long as Professor Snape stops scolding me." ”

Hermione snorted coldly: "You didn't learn during the summer vacation, but now I think about it." ”

"Who will study in the summer?" Ron grumbled and looked at Hermione.

She is right, and she has been immersed in studying during the summer vacation.

He looked at Harry again, and Harry was rightly strong—he was even more fierce than Hermione, and he had exhausted Professor Flitwick like that.

"It turns out that students are going to study during the summer vacation?" Ron's tone was alarmed, and he began to doubt himself. Looking back on the past, there was nothing but the Weasley brothers at home......

It seems that Percy, Charlie, and Bill will also study during the summer vacation.

Wrong!

The Weasley brothers also had time to read.

It turns out that he is really an alien?

"Study hard, Ron." Harry spoke earnestly.

"Study hard, Ron." Hermione also followed suit, "Are we going to try to take the top three this year?" Professor McGonagall would have been delighted. ”

Ron's face was pained: "Oh, okay, I'll try. ”

"If you get third, I'll take you to the Forbidden Forest." Harry made a promise.

Ron's eyes lit up: "Really? ”

A sudden surge of motivation welled up in him.

After dinner, Ron plunged into his textbooks as he tried to finish his Transfiguration Paper, while Harry headed for Snape's office.

Today was the first tutoring class of the semester - Professor McGonagall hadn't locked him up yet, and Harry felt that he had to turn himself in after going to the Forbidden Forest.

It's a lot of time, how can it be wasted.

Knocking on the office door, Harry walked in.

"Potter, I thought your empty mind would forget about it." Snape stood up, stared at Harry, and sneered.

"I almost forgot, actually." Harry was expressionless, "Actually, I'm here to ask Professor Snape why he gave Hermione extra points." ”

"Looks like our Mr. Potter is starting to lose his mind." Snape waved his wand and the furnishings scattered, "Would you rather see me deduct points from Gryffindor?" ”

"Alright."

"I don't want to see your stupid face too much and start tonight's lesson."

"Before you learn Occlumency, I think you'll have to learn the Patronus Charm first, you're stronger than a troll, you can flip through books, and you know what the Patronus Charm is."

Harry nodded, "One of the wizards' oldest and most powerful spells, and the most famous defensive spell. ”

"Only the most upright and powerful wizards can perform white magic."

Snape narrowed his eyes, "Don't be clever and accentuate certain words. ”

"Professor, I don't." Harry looked innocent.

Snape flicked his sleeves: "The spell of the Patronus Charm is the Guardian of the Gods. ”

"It doesn't have complicated gestures, it doesn't use complicated rituals, it just needs the purest happiness, the purest positive emotions."

"Hold your wand and remember what makes you happiest—if you have, if not, think of the little witch next to you."

Harry looked at Snape.

"What are you still doing?" Snape saw that he didn't move, "Waiting for me to cast a Imperius curse on you?" ”

Harry spoke, "Professor, aren't you going to show me?" ”

Snape's face didn't change, but the breath... Gradually becoming dangerous.

"Is it true that our smart, highly gifted Potter needs to be taught to demonstrate?"

He spoke coldly, and the temperature in the room dropped several degrees.

"Of course." Harry nodded.

"Good." Snape raised his wand and uttered the incantation, "Calling the Divine Guard!" ”

Silver-white mist erupted from his wand, and in a few moments it was so thick that it filled the room, and suddenly, something solid came out and ran around the room in a hurry.

"Now, you see that?" Snape withdrew the spell and gritted his teeth.

Harry nodded, "A beautiful deer, it seems to be a fallow deer?" ”

Snape raised his wand and aimed it at him, "Should I praise you for your good eyesight, and then add a hundred points to Gryffindor?" ”

"Now, immediately, cast the spell."

"I wish I had shown you a good example and not just waved your wand like a troll swinging a stick."

Harry raised his wand and clasped it tightly in both hands.

Happy Memories ......

That's a lot.

Because Lambert wanted to be a witcher, he went to Geralt and was beaten by Fat, and then he looked for Viselmir and was beaten up by Fat.

Get drunk for the first time and dance with a few of them by the lake.

The sorceresses, bards, and physicians they met on their journey......

Back in this world, that night, chatting with grandparents – although they were just portraits.

And friends.

Hermione, Ron......

The witcher suffers at every turn, but he is always protected by love, no matter where, whoever he is, no matter how he does.

He spoke, reciting the incantation.

"Divine Guard!"