Chapter 241: Good Advice
Thursday, May 27th.
Gryffindor's class in the morning is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, while Slytherin's class is Professor Burke's Alchemy class.
There is still one month until the final exam, and the professors have stopped teaching new content and have started reviewing the content they have learned this semester.
Transfiguration began to review the use of various transformation spells. Professor McGonagall even hinted that if one could master cross-species transformation, he would definitely get full marks. Of course, in this class, besides Hermione, Professor McGonagall didn't expect anyone to be able to do this and really get full marks.
Harry and Ron's performance can only be regarded as average, and it is estimated that a lot of it is due to Hermione. As for Neville, his progress is seriously behind. Professor McGonagall doubts whether Neville will be able to pass the Transfiguration class in the OWL exam by this time next year.
This semester’s alchemy involves the basic use of alchemical runes. However, most of the runes are extremely simple, such as those mentioned before the Yule Ball. Most of them are used on clothing to make the clothing lighter and more wearable. Comfortable, or with automatic ironing, automatic repair, constant temperature functions, etc. If Madam Malkin in Diagon Alley knew about this, she would definitely not be happy.
These runes were too simple for Schelling. He has successfully engraved invisibility magic on the Supreme Wizard's robe that is comparable to the Death's invisibility cloak. In comparison, what do those self-ironing and self-repairing runes count?
After this Transfiguration lesson, Professor McGonagall left Harry behind.
"Potter, you go down to the Quidditch pitch at nine o'clock tonight," Professor McGonagall said to him, "Mr. Bagman is going to tell the warriors what the third event is there."
The same scene and dialogue are also played out in Schelling.
The afternoon class was Defense Against the Dark Arts class shared by Gryffindor and Slytherin.
This was Hermione's favorite class. It can even be said that this time on Thursday was what Hermione was looking forward to most throughout the week.
For some unknown reason, Professor Moody seemed particularly fond of putting her and Schelling in the same group. Since that class at the end of March (the time when she was originally scheduled to learn Security Guarding but was instead learning Iron Armor Charm), in every Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Hermione and Sherrin studied as a team.
Although Gryffindor and Slytherin took three courses together: Potions, Magical Creatures and Defense Against the Dark Arts, it was only in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Sherrin had the most interactions with her. Even though Xie Lin never talked to her about any topic other than Defense Against the Dark Arts, she still felt secretly happy that at least during this period of time, Xie Lin's time belonged to her alone.
Of course, Xie Lin's generous guidance given to her regardless of the differences between the colleges made her Defense Against the Dark Arts improve by leaps and bounds, which was one of the reasons why she liked this course.
While other students were still struggling to master the Iron Armor Curse, Hermione and Xuelin had already started practicing "protection from all evil" and "invulnerability to all evil" in private. It must be said that Hermione was greatly shocked when she learned that Schelling had already mastered the two derivative spells of the Iron Armor Curse and created his own protective magic from them.
She had seen Xie Lin's protective magic in the first event of the Triwizard Tournament, but at that time she thought it was a secret inheritance that was not spread among the pure-blood family. She never thought that Xie Lin's understanding of magic had already It got to the point where I could create my own magic spell. The gap between the two once again made her feel unreachable, which also inspired her to become stronger.
At half past eight in the evening, Sherrin said goodbye to Daphne and Astoria and came to the hall, where he happened to meet Harry who had just walked down the stairs.
"What do you think it will be?" Harry asked Sherrin as the two of them walked down the stone steps and merged into the cloudy night. "Ron kept talking about the underground tunnels. He thought we were looking for treasure. ”
"According to the historical practice of the Triwizard Tournament, the first two projects are different in each session, but the last one has never been changed -" Xie Lin seemed to have thought of something, he smiled and said: "You If you ask Granger this question, she will probably tell you that she has read this information in a report..."
"That's true," Harry scratched his head, "You and Hermione are both the same type of characters, you know so much."
"It's not that we know better, Potter," Sherrin looked at Harry with gray pupils and said, "It's that you don't value knowledge enough. Here's a piece of advice for you, you are the Boy Who Lived, and the mark on your forehead has doomed you. Life cannot be ordinary. If you continue to have this muddling mentality, you will have big problems in the future. "
Harry frowned and said unhappily: "What do you mean?"
"If you really want to know," Sherling said calmly, "ask Dumbledore. He is the one who should explain this to you."
Schelling just gave him a kind reminder out of his affection for the original protagonist. As for whether he listened or not, that was not Schelling's problem. Schelling knew that he had rewritten the fate of the world. In other words, Harry's halo as the protagonist had been weakened by him. If Harry was not careful -
He will die.
Really, Harry is no longer the protagonist in fairy tales who is protected by fate and will never die no matter how hard he tries.
It can even be said that with his fame and status, the probability of his death is far greater than that of any other character in the original work.
Harry snorted to express his dissatisfaction, obviously not taking Schelling's words seriously.
Harry was born in a family that could be considered semi-abusive to him. This created his character of contempt for authority and distrust of elders and adults. In the original work, he showed this character vividly. He never obeyed Dumbledore. , McGonagall, and the Ministry of Magic's persuasion and orders, always act according to your own wishes.
He dared not even listen to what Dumbledore said, let alone what Sherling, a student of the same class as him, preached. He was so disgusted by it that he even forgot to ask what the third item was.
They walked along the dark lawn towards the Quidditch pitch and entered through a gap between the stands.
"What are they doing here?" Harry stopped suddenly and asked angrily. The Quidditch pitch is no longer smooth and flat. It seems as if someone has built countless long low walls here. These low walls are intricate and winding in all directions.
"It's a shrubby wall!" Schelling said, looking down at the short wall closest to him. This is a wall made of a very special kind of plant. Xie Lin gently picked off a leaf on it, and soon a new leaf grew on the bare branch. It took less than 10 seconds. Five seconds.
"Interesting. Is this to prevent players from using blasting spells or cutting spells to break through the wall?" Xie Lin thought to himself. Even with his extensive knowledge, he couldn't name the plant.
It seems that the ability of Hagrid, who built this wall, was greatly underestimated in the original work. Who says Hagrid only knows about magical animals?
"Hello!" shouted a cheerful voice.
Ludovic Bagman stood in the middle of the court, and next to him stood Eleanor and Catarina. The two of them stepped over the low walls and walked towards them.
"What do you think?" Bagman asked happily. "It's going well, isn't it? In another month, Hagrid will make them twenty feet tall. Don't worry," he saw on Harry's face With an unhappy expression, he said with a smile, "As soon as the competition is over, your Quidditch pitch will be restored to its original state! Okay, I think you can probably guess what we are going to do here, right?"
Seeing Bagman winking and showing off, Schelling smiled and said, "It's a maze, right? It looks really interesting."
"That's right!" Bagman said, "It's a maze. The third item is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Cup is placed in the center of the maze. Whichever warrior touches it first will get full points."
"All we have to do is get through the maze?" Eleanor asked. Although she comes from a powerful pure-blood family, her family is obsessed with alchemy and does not know much about various common things in the world.
"There'll be a lot of obstacles," said Bagman cheerfully, hopping up and down on tiptoe. "Hagrid has provided a whole bunch of animals...and some spells that have to be lifted...and that sort of thing, you know. Also. Yes, the warrior with the leading score will enter the maze first, and that will be you, Mr. Malfoy," Bagman said enthusiastically to Schelling, "then Mr. Potter and Miss Hohenheim, and finally it is Miss Munroe's turn. You all have to fight to succeed, and it depends on your ability to overcome obstacles.”
After the meeting, Xie Lin suddenly had an idea and patted Harry on the shoulder.
"Potter, can I have a word with you in the woods? Don't worry, it's just about some personal issues and it won't take up too much of your time."
"Okay, no problem." Harry said, slightly surprised.
The two walked side by side towards the dark Forbidden Forest. Harry's face became more and more solemn, and Sherlin even noticed that his hand had tightly grasped the wand in his pocket.
"Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm," Sherlin laughed dumbly. It seemed that Harry was quite wary of him, but he seemed to be thinking too much. Under Dumbledore's nose, even the little man with a slightly crazy personality Barty didn't dare do anything to Harry, let alone Sherrin.
They finally came to a quiet clearing, still some distance away from the stables of the Beauxbatons horses. Sherrin stopped under the tree and turned to look at Harry.
"Okay, what do you want to say when you called me here?" Harry said in a somewhat impatient tone.
"It's about Qiu-" Sherrington paused, observing Harry's livid face, and then continued: "Do you like her?"
"This is none of your business!" Harry was a little angry. In his opinion, Sherrin was just entertaining him. Well, it cannot be denied that although Schelling had other purposes for doing these things, using this as a topic did have the intention of entertaining Harry.
"Of course it's none of my business. You know, Qiu is the core member of my fan club and my most hardcore fan. Is it okay if I care about her?" Xie Lin showed a mean look. Smiling, "I think Qiu likes me a little bit, but... alas, I already have a girlfriend..."
Harry was disgusted by Sherrin. He didn't want to continue this topic, so he turned around and left.
Suddenly, there was unusual movement in the trees.
A man suddenly stumbled out from behind a tall oak tree. It was Mr. Barty Crouch. He looked like he had been wandering outside for many days. His robe was in tatters, his body was covered in blood, his face was covered with scars, his beard was unkempt, and his face was gray and haggard. His neat hair and beard needed washing and trimming. His appearance is certainly strange, but the most bizarre thing is his behavior——
He seemed to be talking to someone, and this person was only visible to him. He kept muttering to a tree and gesticulating. Harry couldn't understand what he was saying at all, but he seemed to hear the name "Wetherby". He could only guess that he was a little mentally ill and mistook a tree for Percy.