The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 732 The Smart Me
"It's really ridiculous!"

Harry's eyes were fixed on the "Daily Prophet" that Hermione had just brought, and his fingers were trembling slightly as he gripped the newspaper.

The front page of this newspaper read: Dementors forced their way into Hogwarts, Harry Potter was seriously injured and died?

As soon as he woke up in the morning, Harry found himself "dead".

That's all.

He also received a bunch of letters, some people asked him if he was dead, some people were concerned about his injuries, some people wished him a speedy recovery, and some people suggested that he should stop playing Quidditch.

It made Harry feel like someone was sending him a letter, really to make sure he was still alive.

After all, owls can't deliver messages to the dead.

One of them was written by Mrs. Weasley, obviously worried about Harry's health after reading the newspaper.

"Mum thought you were badly injured when you fell off your broomstick," said Ron rather helplessly. "I've asked Ginny to write to the family about it."

Harry couldn't help but glance at the card under the dishes. Just now, Ginny Weasley gave him a homemade recovery card with a flushed face.

If the card is not closed and held down, it will sing shrilly.

"It's weird."

"What's so strange?" Harry and Ron both turned to look at Hermione, wondering what secret the other party had discovered.

"The photo in the Prophet newspaper, didn't you realize that the photo was taken in school?" Hermione raised her finger and pointed to the photo of Harry being carried away. Because of this photo, many people thought Harry Potter actually fell off his broomstick and died, and there was even a commotion in the Great Hall after the newspapers arrived in the morning, until Professor McGonagall came out and announced that Harry was fine.

"The reporter from the Daily Prophet was there?"

"What do you mean?"

"Since Sirius Black escaped from prison, Hogwarts no longer allows other people to come to the school to watch the Quidditch match." Hermione clearly pointed out the suspiciousness of this matter, "It is obviously impossible for the other party to be in the school at the time, There is no chance of taking this photo."

"It may also be a photo taken by the students in the school," Ron reminded, "Don't forget, Colin Creevey often takes pictures around with a camera, or..."

"It shouldn't be possible." Hermione shook her head and interrupted, "I'd rather believe that some students packaged the photos and news together and sold them to the Daily Prophet."

"Can you make money in this way?" Ron couldn't help but widen his eyes, feeling that he had gained knowledge again.

"Yes, it's not uncommon in the Muggle world to sell news to reporters or newspapers." Hermione didn't know anything about those things either, but she knew it was happening.

"Why didn't I think of that," Ron muttered under his breath.

"What did you just say?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing."

There was a sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the school hospital, and Hermione, who was about to say something, shut up.

"Harry, are you okay, we're here to see you!"

Fred put the toilet basket full of candy on the table next to the hospital bed.

"Very unique look." Harry laughed.

The Gryffindors had all come to visit Harry, and so had Wood, who looked lifeless and spoke in a hollow voice.

"Don't blame yourself Harry, it's not your fault." Wood said to Harry, and everyone didn't blame Harry at all.

Wood really didn't blame Harry. The sudden appearance of the dementor was an irresistible factor, and Harry almost fell to his death.

After seeing the fragments of Nimbus 2000 on the table, Wood was silent for a moment, and asked Harry to think about what new broom to buy, and said that he had a copy of "Sorting Broomsticks" that he could lend Harry as a reference.

"Don't worry about the broom, Harry. After you recover, you can borrow Albert's broom for training. He has already agreed to lend you the broom temporarily." George patted Harry before leaving shoulder relieved.

After the players left, Harry turned to Hermione and asked, "What were you trying to say?"

"I've checked the relevant information," Hermione said softly, remembering what happened yesterday, "The Patronus Charm is the only way to resist dementors."

"That spell is too difficult."

It's not that Harry has never practiced the Patronus Charm, but no matter how he practiced, he could only produce a silvery gas, and he gave up for the time being without any sign of improvement.After all, the homework of the third grade is very heavy. Apart from Quidditch training, there are many things to do every week.

Fred and George also practiced for a long time, but they couldn't condense a real Patronus.

Ron had actually tried the Patronus Charm, but the silver gas emitted by the wand was thinner than Harry's, so he had no hope of mastering the Patronus Charm in a short time.

"Harry, you should be more confident in yourself. Self-confidence is an important part of successful spellcasting." Hermione encouraged: "If you really want to master the Patronus Charm, you can only find help from someone who knows how to summon a real Patronus."

"Harry, you can go to Professor Lupine for help. He is a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. There must be a way for you to master the Patronus Charm faster." Ron suggested.

"I think you can talk to Albert, that guy seems to know a lot." Hermione suggested.

"You're starting to worship Albert again now?" Ron raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I can't talk about admiration, I just think what he said is very reasonable." Hermione said, "He knows a lot of things and is very smart. Before the dementors appeared, Albert guessed that the dementors would appear. After Harry fell, he told me that Harry just passed out and that nothing happened."

"I always feel like we don't learn the same kind of divination as him," Ron muttered softly.He has always envied Albert's divination ability.

"That's because you don't have the talent for divination." Since Hermione knew that learning divination requires talent, she has been considering whether to give up this class directly.

She probably doesn't have the talent.

Well, most of the students are not talented in divination.

"You are not the same." Luo said.

"So, I'm considering whether to drop the course."

"You plan to give up the divination class."

There was unconcealed surprise in Ron's voice, and it was incredible to hear such words from Hermione's mouth.

"After all, apart from divination knowledge, we can't really learn anything useful from this class."

This was actually the main reason why Hermione wanted to give up the divination class. It was a waste of time and she couldn't learn anything useful, so she might as well devote her limited time to other classes.

If it wasn't for Hermione's desire to get 12 excellent, she might have given up the divination class a long time ago.

Ron was silent. He and Harry had a divination class just to make life easier.

"Why do they come to the field?" Harry asked painfully, looking at the wreckage of the broom.

"What?" Ron didn't recover for a while.

"They're hungry." Hermione recalled what Albert had said, "The lively Quidditch pitch is a feast for the dementors, so they came."

"Do you think the photos in the newspaper were taken by Albert?"

"Impossible, when Harry just fell, I was beside Albert." Hermione directly rejected this possibility.

At this time, someone came to visit Harry again.It was Hagrid, with a bouquet of centipede flowers in his hand.

"Harry, are you okay!"

"You can leave the hospital tomorrow." Harry forced a smile at Hagrid.

"That's good. There's a lot of noise in the newspapers. Everyone thinks you've been seriously injured." Hagrid took the vase Hermione handed over, inserted the centipede flower into it, and put it on the table next to Harry.

"That's just a rumor."

"Don't be sad, it doesn't matter if you lose the Quidditch match, as long as you're fine." Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Go to my place for tea when you're free, and you're fragile Touch, but Dementors have a particularly strong effect on people with bad memories, and are particularly keen to suck their happy mood, which is delicious food for them."

"Hagrid, do you have any research on dementors?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"It's okay, I don't really understand." Hagrid was a little embarrassed, he couldn't say that Albert told him all this!

"If you want to ask about dementors, I suggest you go to Professor Lupine, he is an expert in this field." Hagrid was very satisfied with his quick wit.

(End of this chapter)