Harry's answer, the Seagod Needle slammed his turbulent heart.

Cedric took a deep breath and was pleasantly surprised, "Harry, are you really willing to say yes?" I thought you'd say no, after all, you're busy, and"

There are greater, more responsibilities on him, responsibilities that go far beyond the realm of a minor wizard.

"Then you're not coming to me?" Harry looked at him.

Cedric waved his hand, "Harry, I just can't help it, come and try, and Autumn she said that Ravenclaw doesn't want to put up with Umbridge either, you know, Ravenclaws crave real knowledge." ”

If only it were just reading.

So why do you have to go to class?

At Lockhart, the students rioted once, and this time, it was even more excessive than it was three years ago—three years ago it had never had, and three years later, it was. Losing after owning it hurts the heart more than never having it all the time.

At least the students couldn't bear to fall from "Professor Black" to "Umbridge."

Whether you are a good scholar or a fish in troubled waters.

In Umbridge's class, you can't even touch fish, you have to sit upright and serious.

"You can ask Ravenclaw to pick someone who can talk, someone who can call the shots for them, and then we'll have a good talk together." Harry responded to him.

Cedric nodded: "Of course, tonight?" ”

"After curfew." Harry glanced at him, "Abandoned classroom on the fourth floor. ”

Cedric was stunned: "The one where it is rumored that there are monsters making trouble?" ”

"Monster trouble?" Harry asked rhetorically.

Cedric nodded: "A small spread of rumors, after Lockhart's death, the resentment turned into a monster, and every night he would make trouble on the fourth floor, and Mr. Filch would be there to keep watch to prevent the goblins from hurting the students." ”

Harry didn't speak.

Cedric tried to see something on Harry's face, and hesitated to ask, "So it's not a goblin, it's Harry."

"Lockhart was incapable of being alive, let alone dead." Harry pursed his lips and waved his hand, "See you tonight." ”

He turned back into the break room.

Cedric smiled, and drove to another tower.

After curfew.

Abandoned classrooms on the fourth floor.

Cedric came with a boy with short blond hair and freckles.

"Harry, introduce, this is the Ravenclaw prefect, Anthony Goldstein." Cedric introduced, "A very good little wizard, and you are in the same grade. ”

"Hello." Goldstein held out his hand.

Harry shook him, "Hello. ”

Ron tilted his head, a little surprised: "I thought you would bring Qiu Zhang over." ”

"It's Zhang Qiu, and her national surname is in front." Cedric corrected, "She's my girlfriend, but she obviously can't represent Ravenclaw yet." ”

Goldstein nodded, his tone calm: "Actually, there are a few seven-year students who want to come in person, and they are much better than me, but because I am too busy with my studies, and I am a prefect, I need to know Ravenclaw's situation better than them." ”

"There are quite a few people who don't really agree with what you're doing."

"But in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, we have your back, Mr. Potter, after all, every student wants to learn better."

Harry nodded, "I just asked Crookhill to help me gather a timetable for each of the seven years in the house. ”

He beckoned.

There was no incantation or wand, and a thick stack of timetables flew into his hand on the table beside him.

Cast spells silently.

Both of their faces changed slightly.

This level

Can it really be in a fifth-year wizard?

Goldstein's focus was broader, and he was curious about which one was Crook, who everyone in the room knew, and Ron, Hermione, who had always been above him, and the round-faced strong man, Gryffindor's cowardly little crying bag, had nothing to do with the word "Crookshan".

"It's Hermione's pet." Harry glanced at him.

Crookhill crawled out from under the table with a bag of owl rations in his mouth, shouting arrogantly and proudly.

"He hates me a little?" Goldstein took a half-step back.

Harry shook his head, "No, it's always screaming. ”

Creekru let out a small whimper, ran up to Neville, and slapped him in the shin - he didn't dare to do anything to Harry, and if he did it to Ron, it would be easy to fight, and only Neville could bully.

Neville grinned in pain.

Harry continued, "There was a lot of conflict in the schedule, so grades 1 to 5 were together, and grades 6 and 7 were together. ”

"Monday night, junior grade, in the auditorium."

"Friday night, senior class, also in the auditorium."

"How?"

Cedric nodded, this kind of class arrangement is fair - although the first and second year wizards will have some difficulty, but they can always learn, after all, Harry is still a student, and it is impossible for Harry to prepare for a single subject all day like a professor.

Goldstein raised his hand: "I have a question. ”

Harry looked at him.

"Today's Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson was taught by Mr. Weasley." He asked bluntly, "Is he the one who comes for the rest of the class?" ”

"Of course, we don't distrust Mr. Weasley, he's really good, third in his grade, and today's lesson from Hufflepuff was also very positive."

"But if it's Mr. Potter, of course it's even better."

Harry shook his head, "No, it's Neville in the first to fifth years, and Hermione in the upper class." ”

Cedric and Goldstein were stunned.

"Mr. Longbottom?" Goldstein could no longer maintain his tone and exclaimed incredulously, "He? ”

His gaze crossed over to Harry to Neville, who was holding the ginger kitten and whispering.

And the round-faced little wizard had the same incredible look on his face, looking at Neville in amazement.

Harry nodded.

Goldstein took a deep breath: "Mr. Longbottom's results last year, I remember more than fifty?" ”

"Except for the herbal medicine class, which is O, there are not many other subjects that I have passed."

"Potter, I'm skeptical."

Harry waved his hand, "People change. ”

"Trust my judgment."

Goldstein drew his wand, "So, Mr. Longbottom, for advice?" ”

"If you can't handle me"

Speaking of this, he paused and said in an accentuated tone, "Mr. Potter, you should be well aware that Defence Against the Dark Arts is a very practical course. ”

"I really hope you don't say that he's very theoretical."

"If it's just theory, why don't you continue to listen to Professor Umbridge's lectures?"

Harry nodded, "Of course, I'm sure Neville won't have any problems. ”

He turned his head to look at Neville.

"Harry, I, I'm afraid I'm not suitable." Neville craned his neck, his voice stammering.

"Up." Harry drew his wand and, with a flick of it, the Levitation Charm grabbed Neville by the collar and dragged him to the middle of the classroom.

Goldstein stood across from him, raised his wand, and held it on his chest: "Mr. Longbottom? ”

Neville took a deep breath and his wand rested on his chest, "Since Harry believes I can, then I'll be fine." ”

The two of them bowed.

Ron counts down for them.

"Except for your weapons!" As soon as the last number fell, Goldstein raised his wand and cast the spell.

Neville tumbled, spells flying high above his head.

As the best young wizard in the fifth-year Ravenclaw Academy, Goldstein is very skilled, and he casts spells very quickly and powerfully, even if the disarming charm hits the table, chair and bench, it can send a splash of sawdust.

But it didn't work.

The battle begins in an instant and ends in an instant.

Transfiguration, Obstacle, Last Fist.

Goldstein fell to his knees with his hands propped on, retching, as anyone was hit in the abdomen.

After a long moment, he relented and looked at Neville incredulously, "You are really Mr. Longbottom. ”

"Of course." Neville nodded, and he looked at Goldstein with a strange look in his eyes.

"Goldstein" is a very famous surname in the wizarding world, and when he was still in school at Hogwarts, he was often mentioned by his grandmother and uncle, he was very good, and his uncle sometimes said that he hoped Neville could grow up quickly and become a good child like Anthony of the Goldstein family and Percy of the Weasley family.

Available now.

The role model that was originally unattainable was defeated by himself so easily.

There is no pressure.

You can feel that he is strong, but he can't even compare to the threat that Crook Mountain brings to him.

"Your Transfiguration Charm, so it's probably only P." Goldstein shook his head, unacceptable, "Can you turn a still life into a small creature in an instant, or a large amount, this at least has an E, even if you take an O, it's normal, you deliberately did badly?" ”

Neville shook his head, smiling shyly.

"He's always been very good, but he's just cowardly, and he doesn't have confidence in himself." Harry spoke, "And the wand was a little uneasy before, no matter how good it was, it couldn't be performed. ”

Goldstein nodded thoughtfully, and after a long pause, he spoke cautiously, "Mr. Potter, on behalf of Ravenclaw, I agree to your request. ”

As he spoke, he paused slightly, took out a traceless stretching spell bag from his robe, took out a bulging, heavy, two-fist-sized bag, and handed it over: "This is made up by Ravenclaw, about you, entrust the reward?" ”

"It's a hundred and twenty Galleons in total."

Harry skillfully took it, weighed it in his hand, and accurately estimated the amount of currency inside, it was indeed one hundred and twenty Galleons, and the number of gold Galleons was not much, only more than seventy, and the rest were silver sike and copper nat.

He threw it back.

Neville descended Mount Crook and caught the money bag.

Cedric was a little dumbfounded: "You guys still scraped together the money?" Why I don't know. ”

"Of course." Goldstein glanced at him and said in a natural tone, "Mr. Potter's time is not for waste, and you are so familiar with him, you should know his character, this is a commission that we have taken the initiative to make." ”

"Mr. Porter didn't ask for a price, but we can't be unprepared."

(End of chapter)