In fact, this is not an accident, only young wizards with immature minds will change their soul guards when they grow up. After all, it's so embarrassing to summon Clank Bell and Pikachu at your age, isn't it?!

"That's good!" The ease with which this level was passed not only ecstatic for Harry, but also for Charon. He applauded and congratulated, "It's amazing!" Harry, as I expected, you have a tenacious spirit, and I believe that if you persevere, you will win! Now that you've successfully entered the stage of casting spells, you must practice these two basic spells, they are the spear and shield of your soul, and they are also the key to your counterattack against the black magic. Remember! ”

Harry nodded gratefully, and although Charon didn't say it, Harry knew that his learning journey must have been far more difficult than Hermione's, at least in terms of time. If it weren't for Charon's repeated encouragement and guidance, he would not have been able to overcome many obstacles and achieve success.

In the days when Charon opened a small stove for Hermione and Harry, every day of study and life was spent as always.

It's rare to have a reliable Defence Against the Dark Arts professor like Professor Lupin, and this course has become a favorite course for most people. Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherin Houses spoke ill of Professor Lupin.

"Look at his robes," said Malfoy aloud as Professor Lupin walked by, "he's dressed like an elf in our house." ”

But no one but them cared that Professor Lupin's robes were patched and fried. His next few classes were just as lively and interesting as the first. After Boggart, they studied the Red Hat, a kind of unpleasant little monster who lurked wherever anyone bleeds, in the main castle building, in the potholes of deserted battlefields, waiting to storm those who were lost. From the red hat to the Kaba, a crawling aquatic creature that looked like scaly monkeys with webbed hands, busy trying to strangle the waders who walked in their ponds without knowing the depths.

The atmosphere in Potions class wasn't very kind, and Snape wanted revenge these days, and everyone knew why. The story of Boggart taking the form of Snape and Neville putting him in his grandmother's clothes spread quickly across the campus. Snape didn't seem to find this funny. A menacing glint flashed in his eyes at the mention of Professor Lupin's name, and he was bullying Neville more now than before.

The divination class was also boring, and Professor Trelawney's classroom was suffocating, where they had to decipher all kinds of inclined shapes and symbols, which Charon knew in his heart that they were metaphysics, and did not grasp the essence of divination, but he did not want the professor to be deprived of the stage. Most of the students in the class were also in awe of Professor Trelawney, as if they could learn something that others didn't know by taking the course.

The Magical Creatures class got terrible and this class came after the first lesson full of action. It became very dull. Hagrid seemed to have lost confidence. Now they're learning lesson after lesson how to take care of the Flober caterpillars, which must be the most annoying creatures in existence.

"Why should anyone bother God to take care of them?" Ron said this as he spent another hour shoving the finely chopped lettuce into the slippery throat of the Flober caterpillar.

At the beginning of October, the Quidditch season approached, and one Tuesday evening, Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, called a meeting to discuss tactics for the new season.

A Quidditch team has seven members: three chasers, who are tasked with scoring by throwing a Quaffle (a red ball the size of a football) into a fifty-foot-high ring at each end of the field; two batsmen, armed with heavy rackets to fend off Bludgers (two heavy black balls that buzz around and wait to attack players); a goalkeeper, who guards the goal; There is also a Seeker who has the most difficult task of finding and catching the Golden Snitch, which is a winged, walnut-sized ball that the game is over, and the team that gets it will add an additional 150 points.

Oliverwood is a stout seventeen-year-old who is now in his seventh year, his final year at Hogwarts. In the chilly locker room on the edge of the darkening Quidditch pitch, he spoke to six of his team-mates with a quiet hope in his voice.

The team started training with confidence, three times a week. The weather is getting colder, it is getting wetter, and the nights are getting darker; However, no amount of mud, wind or rain could shake Harry's good vision: they would eventually win the huge Silver Quidditch Cup.

Halloween is coming, and on this night, in the lounge of Gryffindor House, the little wizards are buzzing about something, and they are all excited. Harry came back from training, and he didn't know what to do.

"What happened?" He asked Charon, who was squinting at a strange book. Ron and Hermione sat in the two best seats next to the fireplace, comparing several astrological charts from astronomy class.

"First Hogsmeade weekend," said Charon, lazily holding out his finger and pointing to a notice on the old bulletin board, "the end of October." Halloween. ”

Harry sat down in a chair next to Ron, his excitement waning. Hermione seemed to see through his mind and comforted, "Harry, I dare say you can go next time." "They're sure they're going to catch Blake soon, they've seen him somewhere once." ”

"Blake wouldn't be stupid enough to be like that, wouldn't be delusional about doing anything in Hogsmeade." Ron said, "Let's ask McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry, I don't know when the next time will be!" ”

"Ron!" Hermione said, "Harry is the ...... who should be in school."

"He can't be the only third-year student to stay in school," Ron said, "go ask McGonagall, go, Harry!" ”

"Harry, stay and don't go!" Charon said this, but secretly gave Harry a look, and the other party immediately understood. They know of a secret passage that no one knows, and they have sneaked through it several times last time. It's a big deal to sneak it yourself!

"Well, I think I'll ask. If you really don't let you go, forget it! Harry said, mocking listlessness.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but then Crookshank jumped briskly onto her lap with a large dead spider in her mouth.

"Does it have to eat in front of us?" Ron growled.

"Ron, are you afraid of cats or spiders?" Charon found it amused and teased.

"Clever Crookshan, did you catch it yourself?" Hermione ignored Ron, and instead stroked the cat excitedly.

Crookshank slowly chewed on the spider, its yellow eyes staring at Ron.

"Just let it stay there, please." Ron huffed and went to get the astrological chart again, "Spotted is sleeping in my bag." ”

Harry yawned. He really wanted to go to sleep, but his astrological chart wasn't finished yet. He pulled his bag over, took out parchment, ink, and quill, and began to do his homework.

"You can copy me if you want." Ron said, marking the last star on his chart with a single wave, and pushing it to Harry.

Hermione was not in favor of plagiarism, so she pouted, but said nothing. Crookshank Hill still stared at Ron without blinking, gently waging the tip of its hairy tail. Then, without saying a word, it came with a surprise attack.

"Oh!" Ron roared and snatched his bag as Crookshan's four paws were firmly gripping it and began to bite ferociously.

"Let go, you stupid brute!"

Ron struggled to snatch the bag back from under the claws of Crook Mountain, but it clung to it, foaming at the mouth.

"Ron, don't hurt it!" Hermione screamed.

The whole room was watching the excitement, including Charon, who didn't doze off anymore and watched with interest. Ron spun around with his bag, Crookshank still holding on, and Spotted jumped out of the top of the bag.

"Catch that cat!" Ron yelled. At this moment, Crookshan let go of his bag and jumped onto the table, chasing the frightened Spotted.

George Weasley lunged over to grab Crookshank, but didn't; Spotted sprang between twenty pairs of legs, and at once rushed to the bottom of a chest of drawers. Crookshank stopped abruptly, crouched low, and began to reach under the chest of drawers with his front paws in a rage.

Ron and Hermione hurried over; Hermione grabbed Crookshank by the waist and lifted it up with great difficulty to place it somewhere else; Ron lay on the ground, and with great difficulty, grabbed Spotted's tail and hid it.

"Look!" He said to Hermione furiously, shaking it in front of her with the blob, "It's skinny!" Don't let that cat get near it! ”

"Crookshank didn't know it was doing it wrong!" Hermione retorted, "All cats scratch rats, Ron!" ”

"This beast is a little weird!" Ron said, trying to convince the frantically struggling Spotted to return to his bag.

"It heard me say that Spotted is in my bag!"

"Oh, that's," Hermione said impatiently, "Crookshant will smell it, Ron, you think it's going to ......"

"That cat just stares at Spotted!" Ron said, paying attention to the people around him, and they all started laughing.

"Spotted was here first, and it's sick!".

Ron strode across the common room and upstairs to the boys' dorm.

"A broken mouse, only Ron treats it as a treasure." Somehow, Charon seemed to have a natural dislike for the mouse, and he wished that Crookshant would eat it, but he didn't say it in front of Ron.