Chapter 112: Think carefully

Harry's mood finally got better. Ω"hunting"WenWwW. ΩLieWen. CC
Since the last time he played against Slytherin's Quidditch, he felt unlucky. He was stared at by the dementors, and then fell off the broom while playing on the court.
Without the player, Gryffindor lost no suspense in the game. He felt sorry for Wood’s expectations, his teammates, and even more for himself, because their training was so serious and hard .
There were even more sad things for him. He accompanied him for a long time with the flying broom, the light wheel 2ooo, which was dismembered into many pieces of wood by the beating Liu, which was completely unable to recover.
He felt like he had lost a good friend, and this broom carried too many good memories.
On the day he woke up, Ron ran over again and told him that all the dementors had been removed, and Professor Dumbledore said that they would almost never appear again.
Harry was also very happy, but he also felt a sense of frustration because, as a result, his motivation to learn the patron saint suddenly disappeared.
He doesn't like to give up halfway, he still hopes to learn this spell from Lupin, even if the dementors no longer appear, he still has to try to serve his inner fear.
Thinking of Professor Lupin, he recalled the days when Snape was substituting for them. It was simply boring, countless notes and homework, and boring. He always likes to put his greasy head on and use energy. Let the students lecture in the kind of sleepy tone, but no one dared not listen, but he likes to deduct points for Gryffindor in every way, as long as you are distracted and want to doze off, he will be very "coincidental" "Stand beside you and say:
"It seems that you have a good grasp, Potter, but this is not the reason why you can be distracted in class, please answer my question." The tone was somber.
Then regardless of whether he can answer or not, Snape will give Gryffindor points.
What's more, most of the time he couldn't answer.
In addition, the relationship between Hermione and Ron is still so bad, the two will always choose to visit him at different times, he now understands that the worst relationship is not that the two quarreled violently, the world is shaking, but each other The Cold War without saying a word.
These made him feel uncomfortable.
Today is his day of discharge from the hospital. Their captain Wood finally brought him unexpected good news.
This afternoon was a match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Slytherin was defeated. According to the audience, most of their players were very absent-minded, not just the players, but even the students of the same college in the audience. The sound of cheering is weak.
Slytherin lost, which means that they lost the first game and hope to recover.
Like a ray of warm winter in the dense clouds, Harry's emotions rose and he was full of fighting spirit, even when facing his completely strange broom.
And it's broken, rotten, and old.
He can only choose to endure, he has to find a time to choose a new broom.
The Christmas holiday is coming. Before that, students can go to Hogsmeade once again. Apart from him, other students are full of interest.
It was when he and F. Ron in the cloak and scarf were hugging and saying goodbye, going back to the Gryffindor Tower along the marble staircase.
The Weasley brothers appeared behind him and patted his shoulder gently.
"Harry, poor Harry." Fred looked at Harry sympathetically and shook his head.
"We really couldn't bear to look at you so lonely." George took the conversation.
"We actually still hope you can stay in school quietly." Fred looked tangled.
"But I think the final choice should be yours." George shrugged.
"What are you talking about?" Harry shook his head in confusion, looking at the twins in front of him.
"Just want to give you a Christmas present in advance." They spoke again in unison.
"Thank you." Harry nodded and reached for the gift from George and Fred.
"You can go back to the bedroom and open again." Fred looked at Harry and blinked at him.
"Well." Harry nodded. He hadn't figured out the purpose of the two before him. He was even guessing whether it was another prank.
"Trust me, you will be pleasantly surprised." George said.
Harry thanked the two of them again, and walked towards his bedroom.
"Watch out for safety, Harry." Just when Harry was some distance away from them, Fred and George shouted again.
Harry turned and waved to them, indicating that he heard.
"To be honest, Harry will not be in danger." Fred stab George's shoulder with his elbow.
"Black didn't dare to show up. Aurors are now patrolling around the school and on Hogsmeade Street." George said easily.
Soon Harry understood the meaning of what the twins told him.
The gift is a hand-drawn map, hand-painted crookedly, but it can also express what it wants to express.
This is a map leading to Hogsmead, which is also marked with precautions when entering the secret road.
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When Harry finally appeared in front of Hermione, Hermione grew her mouth and stared blankly at him as if she had seen a ghost.
"God, Harry, why are you here, is your uncle willing to sign you? Even saying that they are still willing to sign on the form and mail it to you by owl?" Hermione wrote on his face Full of consternation.
"I secretly ran out." Harry lowered his voice.
Now he sniffed his nose and smelled a smell, making him uncomfortable. He couldn't help looking up and saw a sign hanging on it that read: "Unusual taste."
Then he and Hermione went to a darker corner before they started talking about themselves.
"Did Ron's two older brothers want to kill you?" Hermione took a deep breath~EbookFREE.me~ could not help complaining, and then seemed to think of something again: "You mean a map? There is a way to Is the secret here?" she asked.
Hermione paused as soon as she asked, and a memory that she didn't want to remember began to emerge from her mind.
"Yeah." Harry nodded, not aware of Hermione's anomaly. "It came from the cellar of the Duke of Honey. There is a one-eyed witch next to a classroom on the fourth floor. That's the secret behind him," he said.
"Oh." Hermione, who was still agitated just now, was absent, and simply responded.
She hated to recall behaviors that violated school rules.
Perhaps there are other deeper reasons.
"Has Ron not been with you?" Harry regretted the moment he exited, because he saw Hermione's face covered with frost again, as cold as the snowflakes floating outside the window.
"He?" Hermione raised her beautiful eyebrows. "Maybe still sipping beer in a bite at the wine table, looking at the owner of a certain bar obsessively." She said sarcastically. (To be continued.)