"I've heard about it, Harry—"

Since Professor Bryan left Hogwarts to find a way to save Hermione's life and catch the killer behind the attack, without both Professor Bryan and Hermione, the atmosphere of practice in physical training classes has been much more relaxed, after all, without Professor Brian here, much training cannot be carried out, and all they can do is consolidate their dodging ability and proficiency in spells.

In the training room, where Ding Ling's voice was endless, Cedric held a copy of the Daily Prophet, which was published in an urgent issue that day, and slowly approached Harry. Before that, he was absolutely unwilling to provoke Harry, who had been like a hedgehog all this time.

"I've heard that Professor Black has sent word that Hermione is out of danger, isn't she?"

"Wait, Neville, I'll talk to Cedric—"

Harry was helping Neville become familiar with the Disarming Charm, after all, Harry's Disarming Charm was considered to be the best of all the best.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Harry gasped and looked at Cedric, a smile on his still sweaty face,

"That's right, that's exactly what Sirius said."

It was absolutely impossible to talk to Cedric calmly a few days ago, but the joy of Hermione's recovery quickly diluted the anger in Harry's heart, even if the person in front of him snatched Qiu Zhang, he was willing to say a few more words to him.

"Well, did Professor Black tell you when Hermione will be back at Hogwarts?"

Seeing that Harry didn't look at him angrily, Cedric also breathed a sigh of relief, it was not that he hadn't heard of some extreme arguments between Harry and Ron during this time, although he didn't care much about it, but in that case, it was really not appropriate for him to inquire more.

And remembering his verbal attack on the other three warriors some time ago, Harry, who calmed down, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, he pursed his lips, and his green eyes dodged Cedric's sincere gaze,

"St. Mungo's therapists have done a detailed examination of Hermione, and while they believe that Hermione has recovered thoroughly and can return at any time, Sirius and the Ministry of Magic both think that it would be best for her to stay there for two more days and wait for Professor Bryan to follow his orders when he returns from abroad."

Harry glanced at the Daily Prophet in Cedric's squeaky nest, and saw Professor Bryan staring solemnly at the flashing lights on the front page, and his mood was a little happier.

"Ah, that means that—"

Cedric reacted as well, spreading out the newspaper with Professor Blaine's photo, his voice filled with excitement,

"Hermione could return to Hogwarts at any time, and Professor Bryan will come back too?"

"I think so." Harry curled the corners of his mouth.

"That's right, Harry--"

Cedric clenched his fists excitedly, gym class without Professor Bryne was soulless, but then, Cedric leaned slightly into Harry's ear and lowered his voice,

"If Hermione returns to Hogwarts, you'll know before I do, and I'd like you to help me get a word out there."

Staring at Harry's somewhat startled eyes, Cedric glanced around, his lips squirming rapidly,

"Tell Hermione that I want to talk to her as soon as possible to repay her for helping me before the first game, and time is running out."

With that, Cedric smiled at Harry, who was still a little stunned, and walked away quickly.

Harry's gaze followed Cedric, and it wasn't until he returned to Akihari's side that Harry was electrocuted away, and then, seeing Cedric walk away, Neville came over with Ai.

"He's asking me when Hermione will be back."

Looking at Neville who was about to speak, Harry knew what he wanted to do, shrugged his shoulders and said, but he didn't tell Neville about Cedric's letting him pass the word.

Hermione helped Cedric in the first game

Harry frowned, he hadn't heard Hermione tell him and Ron about this. However, Cedric was destined to be in vain.

Because of the mistakes of the first game, Hermione is particularly sensitive to the word 'help', and she hopes that she will pass the second test completely relying on her own strength, rather than the help of others, so it is impossible for her to accept Cedric's 'reward', not to mention, they have already understood what they will face in the second test.

"Do you want to keep practicing, Neville?"

With these things out of his mind, Harry looked at Neville.

"I don't know if I should keep practicing--"

Neville looked at his hands, his face that had lost a lot of weight and looked capable showed a bit of despair,

"I can't handle this, and if I continue like this, let alone gym class, I think I might get expelled from Hogwarts."

"Don't talk nonsense, Neville, Hogwarts can't fire you just because you can't use the Disarming Charm, look at Crabbe and Goyle, those two idiots, they haven't been able to make their feathers fly until now!"

Harry encouraged.

"yes,"

Neville rubbed his somewhat sour wrist and said dejectedly,

"I'm probably better than them, but what's the use, I'm holding the team back. Professor Bryan won't allow me to keep up with the pace of practice."

Truth be told, Neville's situation was distressing, and his hard work on the course was evident, but the results were always unsatisfactory.

It would be nice if Hermione was here, whether it was teaching experience or encouraging, she was much better than she was.

Looking at Neville who was in a depressed mood, Harry sighed slightly, no matter what, he couldn't give up on Neville or not, fully believing that his teammates were the first request that Professor Bryan make after asking them to form a team.

Harry pursed his lips as he was about to say something to cheer Neville up, when the door to the gym room was pushed open and Professor McGonagall appeared in everyone's sight.

The classroom, which had been full of sparks just a moment ago, fell silent, and everyone, including Harry and Neville, looked at Professor McGonagall in amazement.

What's going on?

Since the start of this class, no professor has barged in during the course, is there any emergency?

"Oh, great, Longbottom, you're here!"

Professor McGonagall pushed the door open completely, and her words focused everyone's eyes on Neville.

"Come with me, Longbottom, Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you in the office!"

In just a second, Neville's face turned pale, and his sturdy body shook.

Did Hogwarts really think Neville wasn't good enough and decided to expel him?

In that second, even Harry had the thought in his head.

"I beg - grandma fired--"

In the glow of the torches on the walls, Neville stammered in despair and tears.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Longbottom?"

Professor McGonagall frowned.

"Professor!"

Harry stepped forward and exclaimed, "Hogwarts can't expel Neville, he's not the worst!" ”

Poof—

The sound of laughter behind him made Harry glare at Draco, but nothing more, Draco just squinted at Harry and Neville, but didn't say anything sarcastic.

"Oh, fire?"

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow,

"Nobody is going to fire Longbottom, Potter. Hurry up, Mr. Longbottom, Professor Dumbledore told you to get to his office as soon as possible, he's going to take you to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. ”

"St. Mungo?" Harry lost his voice, "What did Professor Dumbledore do when he took Neville to St. Mungo. Oh, no."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, signaling that she didn't know what was going on, and Harry looked at Neville with an inquiring look, but—

Neville looked more desperate than he had just mistaken for his dismissal, his lips twitching, his face as white as a corpse soaked in water, and his eyes red.

"What the hell is going on?"

Bang--

Before Harry could finish asking his own question, Neville had stumbled into Professor McGonagall like a mad lion.

(End of chapter)