From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Harry walked happily in the castle.

As long as he stayed in this castle, Harry would feel a kind of inner happiness at any time.

Maybe we have to exclude the time when he was in the potion class.

Well... this year, we have to add the time when Professor Lockhart dragged him to take pictures.

In the past twelve years, Hogwarts was the place that felt most like home in his memory.

He got everything in this school, family, friends, admiration, and most importantly, magic.

This morning, Harry opened his Christmas present, and even a toothpick sent by Uncle Vernon could not ruin his good mood.

Hagrid gave him a bag of fudge that was as hard as a stone; Ron gave him a book called "Flying with the Cannons", which was his favorite Quidditch team, but it had been at the bottom of the league for a long time. Ron pasted posters of the players all over the room; Hermione bought him a luxurious feather pen. Knowing that he already had an automatic feather pen sent by Ivy, Hermione might think that using an automatic feather pen to do homework could not be considered learning; Mrs. Weasley gave him a brand new hand-knitted sweater and a big raisin cake, which Harry wore under his robe!

In addition, Harry also received Ivy's master key, so that he could hide in his room to finish his homework next summer vacation instead of worrying about being expelled.

After breakfast, Harry ran to the square to play in the snow with the Gryffindor students who stayed in school. Of course, he did not forget his two friends, Ron and Hermione.

Hermione has been in a bad mood recently, especially when she did not complete the homework left by Professor Lockhart.

Harry and Ron both thought that they should avoid offending Hermione, so they tried to avoid saying the word "homework" recently, since they didn't like it anyway.

To help Hermione relieve her emotions, Harry took his two friends to build a snowman in the square.

In fact, he really wanted to join the other side's snowball fight, especially after Ron was pushed into a snowball by his two brothers. The snowball was originally the head of the snowman, but unfortunately Ron held it up angrily to seek revenge.

As a result, the snowman's prepared head failed to hit Ron's twin brothers, but was controlled by them to hit Percy, the oldest student of the Weasley family at Hogwarts and also the prefect of Gryffindor.

And Percy's counterattack accidentally hit Professor McGonagall, and in the end all the Gryffindor students who participated in the snowball fight were easily dealt with by Professor McGonagall alone.

And Professor McGonagall used the snowman built by Harry and Hermione. Although Professor McGonagall later gave them one back, it started snowing again, so the students returned to the castle one after another.

Professor McGonagall asked all the people who participated in the snowball fight to report to the school hospital and drink a small sip of refreshing medicine to avoid catching a cold during the Christmas vacation.

Harry was going to go with them, but Ginny, the youngest daughter of the Weasley family, always made him feel uncomfortable, so he found an excuse to leave the group.

While admiring the paintings in the corridor and strolling while waiting for dinner, Harry unknowingly came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office on the third floor.

Harry instinctively wanted to leave. Even if Professor Lockhart exempted him from a semester's homework, Harry didn't want to have anything to do with him.

However, the door of the office was half open, and Lockhart's humming could be heard from inside. This made Harry curious again. Think about it, this professor who always hides his shortcomings defeated the terrible monster in the Chamber of Secrets. What kind of person is he when he is alone?

People don't lie to themselves, right?

Just take a look.

Harry thought.

Maybe Professor Lockhart will find out after a look. He is a master of Defense Against the Dark Arts!

Professor Lockhart was fiddling with his golden hair, just like the portrait Harry had seen on the wall when he was in detention for a little mud.

On his desk was a small, glittering silver bowl, which Harry suspected was an eggshell, perhaps the eggshell of some kind of dragon? Because Harry had only seen something of similar size under Hagrid's stove, and later a ferocious dragon emerged from the black eggshell, and now it was kept by Ivy next to Professor Lockhart's office.

Professor Lockhart used a curling comb to stir the silver eggshell, then carefully applied it to a strand of hair and fixed it with a pink curling iron.

Harry shuddered, because Professor Lockhart's expression reminded him of Aunt Petunia, a Muggle, who had the same expression when she curled her hair.

There was no doubt that Professor Lockhart enjoyed his alone time. Harry thought he shouldn't disturb him, so he quietly retracted his head and closed the door of the office.

When passing by the girls' bathroom, he quickened his pace. Neither the Myrtle inside nor the dragon below was someone he could muster the courage to face.

"Help! Help!"

Harry suddenly heard someone shouting, and he was very familiar with this voice. It was the armor standing outside the bathroom door. But his two friends said it was a ghost. How could there be three ghosts squeezed in a suit of armor?

"Who is shouting for help?" Harry said to the armor.

"Thank God! Finally someone heard it!" "Get us out! You damn, slow little brat!" "Go find someone else! You can't handle it!"

Three different voices sounded at the same time, and Harry was startled.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"What exactly happened?" He asked.

"It's hit!" "The monsters below are fighting!" "They will kill everyone they see!"

Fire Dragons fight with other things? What Ron has been worried about has finally happened. Maybe for a while, the castle will be completely burned.

"He can open that door!" "Speak! Say" Open "!" "Please let us go out!"

"Which door is opened?" As soon as Harry asked, he remembered to see Avi's picture in the bathroom that day. Didn't he say "open"?

"Are you underground?" Harry asked shocked.

"It's not underground! You stupid!" "We are stuck at the door! As long as you can open the door ... Maybe you need you to set up a handle ..." "Save it! We have saved!"

Harry pushed the door of the washing room, came to the last faucet, and said softly, "Open."

The pool did not respond, and Harry began to doubt whether he was dreaming that day.

At this time, Tao Jinniang cried and rushed out of a compartment, and drilled into the wall disappeared. Harry said in his heart without apology.