Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

"Ai, what can we do?" Ron yawned, "It's too late, isn't it? She got the job and is destined to stay here. , Fudge will definitely guarantee this."

"Hmm..." Hermione said hesitantly, "That's it, I was thinking today..."

She was a little nervous Glancing at Harry, thinking about what Jon taught himself to say, and then continued, "I'm thinking--maybe we should simply do it ourselves."

"Do it yourself What?" Harry asked suspiciously, his hands still soaking in the juice of "Motra Rat Tentacles".

"Well-we learn Defense Against the Dark Arts by ourselves."

Hermione said, her voice was a little unconfidently low, but this low only lasted for a while. In an instant, it returned to normal levels.

"Stop the bullshit," Ron complained, "Do you want to increase our burden? Don't you know that Harry and I have left behind a bunch of family homework. It's just the second week now?"

"But this is much more important than family homework!"

Harry and Ron looked at her with wide-eyed eyes.

"I think there is nothing more important in the world than homework!" Ron said.

"Don’t say anything stupid, of course there are."

Harry saw Hermione’s face suddenly glowing, just like her usual passion for SPEW. He couldn't help feeling an ominous feeling, "I mean, as Harry said in the first class of Umbridge, we have to be prepared to deal with everything that is waiting for us outside.

I mean, we have to make sure we can really protect ourselves.

If we learn nothing for a whole year—"

"We can't do anything by ourselves,"

Ron said in a frustrated tone, "I mean, yes, we can go to the library and find some curses in the books to practice on our own, I think--"

"No, I think we have passed the stage of learning only from books." Hermione said, "We need a teacher, a suitable teacher, who can teach us how to use the spell, if we do it wrong , You can correct us."

"If you are talking about Lupin..."

Harry was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"No, no, I'm not talking about him," Hermione said. "He's busy with Order of the Phoenix all day, and at most we can see him when we go to Hogsmeade Village for the weekend. That number is far from enough."

"So who is it?"

Harry frowned at her.

Hermione exhaled deeply.

"Can't you see it yet?"

She said, "I'm talking about you, Harry."

There was a moment of silence.

The breeze at night made the window behind Ron rattle and the fire in the stove was extinguished.

"What's wrong with me?" Harry said.

"I mean let you teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Harry glared at her in a daze, then turned to Ron, wanting to exchange an angry look with Ron. ——Sometimes when Hermione talks about Danger Land explaining ridiculous plans like SPEW. They often exchange eyes like this.

However, to Harry's astonishment, Ron's expression was not annoying.

He slightly browses knit, obviously thinking.

Then said: "This is an idea."

"What is an idea?" Harry said.

"You," Ron said, "Teach us all to learn magic."

"But..."

Harry has a smile on his face, this The two must be joking with him.

"But I'm not a teacher, I can't go—"

But Hermione looked at him firmly: "Harry, you are a full-year student in Defense Against the Dark Arts. The best."

"Me?" Harry said, smiling happily than before, "I am not, you get better results in exams every time--"

"Actually not," Hermione said calmly, "You surpassed me in the Third Year-only that year we both went through the test together and met a teacher who really knows how to do it.

But I’m not talking about test results here, Harry, think about what you did!"

"What do you mean?"

"I want to say , I'm not sure I really want such a stupid person to teach me."

Ron said to Hermione slightly mockingly, and then he turned to Harry.

"Let me think about it," he said, learning how Goyle stretched his face when he tried his brains, "Ah... the first year-you rescued Philosopher's Stone from you know who. "

"But it was luck,"

Harry said, "Not skill."

"The second year," Ron interrupted him "You killed Basilisk and eliminated Riddle."

"Yes, but if Fawkes didn’t show up at the time, I—"

"The third year," Ron’s The voice is higher, "You repelled a hundred dementors all at once--"

"You know that was a fluke, if Time-Turner didn't--"

"Last year "," Ron was yelling, "You got rid of the claws of you know who again—"

"Listen to me!"

Harry was almost angry Say, because Ron and Hermione are both laughing there now,

"Listen to me first, okay? These things speaking of which are great, but it’s all by luck-half of my time I don’t know what I’m doing, I simply didn’t plan it, I just acted on my feelings, and I almost always get help—"

Ron and Hermione were still laughing there, Harry felt his anger Coming up.

He doesn't understand why he is so angry.

"Don’t sit there with a smirk, as if you know better than me. I was there, wasn’t it?"

He said excitedly," I know what is going on, right?

Every time I can escape from the dead, it’s not because of how good I am in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I can escape because of— Because I can always get help in time, or because my feelings are pretty accurate-but every time I come here in a daze, I don't know what I am doing-don't laugh!"

The bowl of Motra Rat Tentacle Juice fell on the ground, and the bowl was shattered.

He found out that he was standing up, but he didn't remember how to stand up.

Crookshanks slipped under the sofa.

The smiles on Ron and Hermione's faces disappeared.

"You don’t know what it is like!

You--none of you have faced him before, you thought it was just reciting a lot of spells and throwing them at them In the past, like you did in class?

At that time, you knew that there was nothing between you and death, except yourself—your own wisdom, or courage, or whatever— -You know you will be killed or tortured in a blink of an eye, or watch your friends die, how can you think normally? They never told us in class what it's like to deal with something like that!

And you two are sitting here and posing like this, as if I was a clever boy that made me stand here alive, and Cedric was a fool and messed up things..."

He was so angry that he yelled, but Hermione thought it was good.

Because this is the real him.