Chapter 854 Census

During lunch, a large number of owls delivered letters, and Neville got a memory ball.

The memory ball is a prop that helps wizards recall events. If the gray smoke in the transparent glass ball turns into red smoke, it means that the wizard has forgotten something.

However, Neville still couldn't remember anything after receiving the memory ball from his grandmother. If he could remember, he wouldn't forget it.

Neville's grandmother obviously forgot that Neville had a bad memory. She shouldn't remind her grandson in such a euphemistic way, but should be more direct.

"I can't remember what I forgot." Neville said distressedly.

Hermione glanced at Neville and asked helplessly: "Did you write a letter to your grandmother?"

Neville was stunned: "No, I forgot."

"Congratulations, you finally remembered what you forgot." Hermione complained.

"I'll write it tonight, thank you, Hermione." Neville said honestly.

"You're welcome."

Harry and Ron looked at the girl across the street strangely. This little girl always looked very remarkable. Although it was only half a day, it was enough to leave a deep impression on them.

After lunch, there was a break. Hermione went to the library to do homework and review the afternoon class. The afternoon class was flying class, which was the class Hermione could not understand the most.

Why can you fly on a broom? It is not safe at all. There are no safety measures. There is only a broken broom. It is too dangerous. So the girl was very worried. She hoped that reading would give her some confidence in the weird activity of riding a broom, but it did not succeed.

In the afternoon, Duran came to the office of Snape, the dean of Slyklin. It was really a very professional office. There were potions and more potions. It was simply an exhibition hall of potions.

No wonder Dumbledore trusted him so much. Snape's knowledge of potions was really amazing. He said that he could prepare the elixir of life. Maybe it was not bragging.

"Who are you?" I don't know him. He is not a teacher, not a student, and it seems that he is not from the Ministry of Magic. Snape didn't remember knowing Duran at all, so he picked up the wand.

"Don't be nervous. I'm the newest psychologist hired by our school. If you have any troubles, you can come to me. I'm a professional hired by the school to solve the psychological problems of teachers and students."

Snape knows what psychological counseling is, because he is a half-blood prince and has lived in the Muggle world. He knows that only Muggles need psychological counseling, and it has only become popular in recent years.

"Are you a Muggle?"

"What does it matter? Whether you are a Muggle or a wizard, you have a human heart. And the human heart will have joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, as well as the crucial love and hate. Just like the two sides of a coin are constantly changing, full of contradictions, and highly consistent, loving someone is sometimes hating someone, because love is a heavy burden. Hating someone is sometimes loving someone, because you are worried about them."

What the hell, Snape's heart was slightly fluctuating. He didn't know what Duran wanted to hint at, but he would not admit it: "If you are invited by the principal, then I have no right to drive you away, even if I don't like you. But not driving you away does not mean that you can do whatever you want in school anytime and anywhere. I hope you can restrain your behavior and don't cause trouble for us."

"I am now conducting psychological tests and scoring for teachers and students in your wizard school. I want to know the current mental health status of you wizards, and then I will give you a score. If you fail, you will have to undergo long-term psychological counseling." "Then this is a meeting gift, goodbye." The one given to Snape was a jar of very expensive potion ingredients.

Snape frowned. He didn't know what kind of plane the principal was working on. Was he old and confused? I don't know, but it seems that I need to go to the principal to find out.

After visiting teachers one by one, even the school's house elves, Duran expected to take two months to complete the first survey and make an overall score on the mental health status of Hogwarts wizards.

In the afternoon flying class, Harry Potter showed extraordinary flying talent. He could do it after the flying teacher said it once. He was smarter and more capable than other magic courses. On the contrary, Hermione felt very tricky. How could she communicate with the broom? She didn't know how to operate the broom at all.

Even Neville succeeded, but Hermione didn't call the broom in her hand. She was anxious, and the more anxious she was, the less successful she was.

"Calm down, daughter." Duran sent a voice over thousands of miles.

Dad? Hermione was stunned, then shook her head. How could it be Dad? She must have heard it wrong. But Dad was right. I need to be calm. Isn't it just a sports class? Since I believe in wizards, why don't I believe that brooms can fly?

"Get up." Said to the broom, Hermione saw the broom on the ground finally flew into her long-awaited hands.

Success, Hermione smiled.

Very good, now everyone succeeded: "I need you to step on the broom, and then listen to my whistle." Professor Hooch said: "Pay attention to my whistle as a command, you can take the next step."

However, the disobedient Neville has been lifted up by the broom. The magic broom has a bad temper. For wizards who can't control them, the broom is a nightmare.

Duran saw this and thought that Harry Potter flew so well on the broom for the first time. Is heredity really that important?

Neville still fell down, basically falling down immediately after he got up in the sky. Even Professor Hooch didn't have time to rescue him, so he could only be sent to the infirmary.

Telling the children not to fly and wait for him to come back, the professor ran away with Neville in his arms.

However, how could the naughty children be obedient? Besides, Malfoy picked up Neville's memory ball and wanted to play a prank. Harry naturally did not allow Malfoy to bully his classmates, so he flew regardless of the order.

Glenn supported Harry: "Just be careful, don't force it."

But Hermione felt that this was wrong: "We should wait for the professor to come back, she will punish Malfoy." Although Hermione's opinion was correct, the child obviously would not accept such a proposal.

So Harry still rode on the broom and wanted to chase Malfoy, who had ridden a broom before.

At the beginning, Malfoy still had the leisure to tease Harry, but soon he found that Harry's skills were not bad, and he flew very steadily. His immature skills were soon caught up by Harry.

When he was scared, Malfoy threw the memory ball out. Harry hurried to catch up and unknowingly exceeded the speed limit, but he caught the ball without any danger.

This scene happened to be seen by Professor McGonagall, who loved Quidditch. She saw Gryffindor's new seeker. Professor McGonagall's love for Quidditch made her ignore Harry's violation. Great! Harry will definitely become an excellent seeker. Professor McGonagall believed in her own judgment and was willing to bet on her lifetime experience of watching Quidditch matches. This was the confidence of a veteran Quidditch fan.