Harry never expected things to get so bad.

Last Saturday, Sirius had just told him at the Three Broomsticks that he would be picking him up from the Dursleys during the summer vacation, much to Harry's excitement, and for many years, Harry had been eager to leave the Dursleys, and now, that dream was finally coming true, but unexpectedly, only a few days later, Sirius changed his mind again.

Ever since Sirius had come out of Professor Blaine's office that day, he had told Harry about his new decision.

He thought it better for Harry to stay in a Muggle house, as it was the only family in the world who had a blood connection to him, and of course, to make Harry's situation better, he could talk to the Dursleys.

Harry couldn't help but link Sirius' change of heart to Professor Bryan and Professor Dumbledore.

After all, when Sirius brought it up at the Three Broomsticks Bar last week, Professor Bryan had vaguely expressed his disapproval.

But this is ridiculous, why should they make decisions for themselves?

For days on end, Harry didn't look good in Professor Bryan's gym class, and he even seriously considered skipping class altogether.

"I advise you to calm down, Harry-"

After Hermione stopped using the time turner, her class schedule was much more normal, but she still had several more classes than the others, and to save time, she had learned to walk while reading books and completing some of the easier homework.

On a gym night, several Gryffindors went to the armor-laden classroom, and as Harry expressed his thoughts in a huff, Hermione's gaze briefly left "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Herbs", and said rationally,

"Think Pansy Parkinson of Slytherin."

Pansy Parkinson is a very obnoxious girl in Slytherin, and of course, there are few people who don't hate Malfoy to hang out with.

Generally speaking, the young wizards of Slytherin are still more supportive of Professor Blaine, because they regard him as their own, and the fame of Professor Bryan in the past two years has undoubtedly made the young wizards of Slytherin very proud, Harry heard Justin Finchrie of Hufflepuff say that the people of Slytherin House are looking forward to Dumbledore's resignation, because they think that the next person to take the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts must be Professor Blaine.

Professor Blaine's personality often makes people forget that he was born in Slytherin, and Harry himself is not averse - if in the future, Dumbledore really runs out of energy, Professor Bryan takes the position of Headmaster, but it is undoubtedly disgusting to him that the obnoxious Slytherin snakes are now holding such intentions.

Perhaps unable to endure the ravages of the big dung, Pansy Parkinson dared to skip the class when Professor Bryan made it clear that the time had passed to give up the course.

Professor Bryan was clearly a man with no sand in his eyes, and after their training was over, he went straight into the Slytherin common room, ordered the Slytherin prefect to sneak Pansy Parkinson out of the dormitory, and then trained her alone for two hours.

It is said that Pansy Pankinson spent that night in the school hospital.

Thinking about her fate, Harry shuddered a few times, dispelling the rebellious thoughts in his heart.

Now, Professor Bryan has put new demands on his physical education class.

He kept a record of the distance everyone could advance under the attack of the big dung eggs, and demanded that every class be better than the last time, even if it was a foot of progress, otherwise, he would keep you practicing and wouldn't let you go back to the dorm to sleep.

Harry's experience in Potions class was another important reason for his bad mood.

Harry didn't know what had happened in Professor Bryan's office that day, but Snape was clearly retaliating by going even further by making fun of Harry in Potions class, which was at least a third longer than the other young wizards because his classwork was a zero grade!

This time, it wasn't Sirius who helped Harry out of trouble, it was Professor McGonagall, because she couldn't stand the abnormal rate of decline in Gryffindor's hourglass, which represented the gems that represented the score.

The first heavy rain of the year with a thunderstorm fell over the weekend, and this heavy rain also heralded the approaching footsteps of summer.

Ron and Seamus spent half an afternoon playing with Gobstone in the common room, and Harry had been watching the game without participating, because Gobstone's defeat punishment always reminded Harry of the smell of big, and it wasn't until he got tired of playing Gobstone and changed to wizard chess that Harry became a little interested.

Of course, in terms of the level of wizarding chess, Harry and Seamus together can't compare to Ron, under the rule of who loses and who falls, Ron has been sitting firmly, while Harry and Seamus alternately play.

After being beaten by Ron's 'knight' general again, Harry smacked his mouth in disgust, and he looked out the window, only to realize that the sky, which had been dark all day, was starting to darken a little.

"Oh, run--"

The watch, still on, told Harry that it was almost time for dinner, and he stood up in a panic.

A considerable number of young wizards involved in physical education classes will schedule the half-hour running exercise time requested by Professor Brian every day at the end of the day, before dinner, which is the most appropriate time and will not have much impact on the rest of the day.

"Good luck, Harry—"

Seamus looked up at the rainstorm world, his eyes focused on the chessboard, shrugged his shoulders and said sympathetically.

Professor Bryan didn't say that you don't have to run when it's raining or snowing.

Harry looked left and right, Neville wasn't in the common room, Fred and George didn't know where they had gone, and Ginny and Hermione were sitting in a remote corner of the common room munching on their ears.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, walking over to him.

"Penelope Crivat—"

Hermione looked at Harry with some dissatisfaction, "Luna told me that she often sees Penelope alone in the common room during this time. ”

"So what?"

The boys were always dumbfounded in that regard, and Harry didn't quite understand what Hermione was trying to say.

"So?" Hermione looked even more dissatisfied, "I'll talk to Ginny about this, hoping she'll convince Percy, though I don't know of any irreconcilable contradictions between the two of them, but--they've always had a good relationship, haven't they?" ”

Although he thought Hermione was a bit nosy, reason told Harry that he had better not say what was in his mind, because, he sensed, Hermione seemed to think that all boys were as ruthless as Percy.

The few of them walked out of the common room together to get ready to go to the Quidditch pitch for exercise, and with Hermione, Harry didn't have much to worry about being doused in the rain. He knew she would have a lot of useful little charms that would help them get out of some embarrassing situations.

The rainstorm had made the marble foyer slippery like an ice rink, and many of the young wizards who passed by had fallen on their backs, and Harry could hear the cries of pain when they were on the second floor.

"It's too bad, doesn't anyone come and keep order-"

Hermione grunted quietly, and then, from the second floor platform, she condescendingly saw Neville standing at the door of the castle facing the rain-filled world, from Neville's slumped shoulders, Hermione guessed what Neville was melancholy, she pursed her lips, ready to join him, but before Hermione could speak, a sharp evil laugh suddenly interrupted Hermione's greeting.

It's Peeves!

It suddenly appeared above the foyer through the ceiling, floating at the same level as Harry.

Harry, Hermione, and Ginny all noticed that Peeves was holding a fist-sized pile of balloons filled with water in his arms, and they immediately realized what the prankster ghost was up to.

Peeves stared at Neville, the closest to the door, the muscles of his mischievously wide face tense, and before Harry could shout a warning, Peeves grabbed a water balloon and slammed it into the back of Neville's head.

It's weird!

Looking at the trajectory of the water balloon sliding in mid-air, Harry and their minds were filled with strange thoughts - why did the water balloon that Peeves throw with all its strength seem to be so slow?

Harry moved his lips, and he immediately noticed that the balloon wasn't slow, because, before he could spit out the first syllable, Peeves's balloon was only two feet away from the back of Neville's head!

Under the sympathetic gaze of those who saw this, Neville suddenly moved, and Harry noticed that Neville still had a familiar confusion on his face when he turned around, but his hand had been lifted from his side, and he caught Peeves' water balloon with precision in the nick of time.

Bang!

In the next second, Neville's balloon grazed Peeves' stiff cheek and exploded into the ceiling of the foyer!

(End of chapter)