The little lions’ faces changed, and they all thought back to what happened in Flying class. Even though it was a brawl, Harry was undoubtedly the one who took out the most people.
Harry felt Hermione did a great job, her social and management skills were stronger than his.
He also could see that perhaps this was the best time to change these little lions.
“When we were fighting in Flying class, I used magic to help you.” He said, then he released the attack acceleration.
“Move your bodies, feel it.” Harry said.
“My body feels a lot lighter.”
“It feels just like when we fought last time.”
“I thought I was imagining it.”
Harry released the slowing spell again, letting them feel the feeling of their bodies slowing down.
“I sped up your speed, and I slowed down the Slytherins, so you easily beat them.” Harry calmly said.
Harry’s words made the little lions slowly put down the pride in their hearts.
After calming down, they thought again. All the first-year scores relied on Harry and Hermione, they hadn’t made any contribution at all.
Looking at the herbs, transfiguration, and charms textbooks on the table, now they seem like the root of evil, pulling them into the abyss.
But they couldn’t do it without copying.
The little lions’ faces were contorted in confusion.
“If you don’t know how to do your homework, I think I can help you. Even how to cast spells and brew potions, Harry is very good at it, I don’t think he’ll mind if you ask him.” Hermione softened her tone and no longer spoke with a sarcastic tone.
Harry nodded, showing his support for Hermione’s statement.
Hermione finished speaking and sat down again, but no one saw that her legs were shaking a little.
This was her own way of thinking, a way to quickly reintegrate into the group without changing her principles.
She had to use her own strengths and advantages.
Although these words made sense, coming from Granger, they still felt uncomfortable to some extent.
After all, the thing they hated the most before was Granger’s condescending and bossy attitude.
But now lowering their heads, didn’t that mean submitting to her?
“Harry, what do you think?” Seamus looked at Harry with questioning eyes.
“Since you call me Lion King, you should know that a Lion King doesn’t need a pack of hyenas, only companions who can keep up with him.” Harry added with a smile, expressing his own opinion.
The little lions all agreed with the Lion King’s point of view. They were little lions loyal to the Lion King, not little kittens loyal to an otter.
They began to actually look at their own homework, then mentally calculated the problems they didn’t know, wrote them down, and lined up to ask Hermione and Harry for help.
Hermione, using her method, successfully rejoined the group and held a high position.
After the little lions left, Harry looked at Hermione with admiration and said, “You did a good job, Hermione.”
Hermione blushed slightly and lowered her head, saying, “This is all thanks to your guidance, thank you, Harry.”
Ron suddenly asked Hermione, “Hermione, you read a lot of books, do you know what a Philosopher’s Stone is?”
Harry was stunned, he didn’t expect Ron to actually remember this.
“Philosopher’s Stone?” Hermione looked a little confused, she furrowed her brows and thought about it for a while.
She shook her head and said, “I don’t know, why are you asking this?”
Ron lowered his voice, giving a feeling that things were important. “The fourth-floor corridor at the school, maybe that’s where this thing is.”
Hermione wasn’t interested in cooperating with him at all, she lowered her head and said as she did her homework, “Isn’t that a restricted area, what’s wrong with putting this thing there?”
“But Quirrell wants to steal it.” Ron dropped a huge piece of gossip.
Hermione was indeed startled, her hand trembled, drawing a long line on the parchment, ruining her beautiful and perfect homework.
Ron’s eyes flashed with a trace of satisfaction.
That’s right, such a huge piece of gossip, how could I be the only one surprised?
How meaningless it would be.
Of course, this was entirely because Harry, sitting next to him, didn’t intend to stop him.
Since Harry wasn’t saying anything, it meant he could tell Hermione this news.
“Who?” Hermione ignored her homework, her eyes widened as she looked at Ron.
Ron looked around, afraid someone would notice them.
“Keep your voice down, this is a secret.” Ron said.
Hermione quickly nodded, lowering her voice and leaning in to say, “Why is it Professor Quirrell? Even if it’s a theft, wouldn’t it be Professor Snape? I noticed his foot was injured that night.”
Harry helplessly rubbed his forehead, he’d long known about Snape’s reputation among Gryffindors, everything bad was pushed onto Snape, it was sure to be right.
This was the shared understanding of the Gryffindors.
“Don’t have such a strong opinion of Professor Snape, didn’t Hagrid say? Snape is trustworthy.” Harry said.
But Ron and Hermione clearly didn’t listen.
“This is true.” Harry didn’t want to dwell on the issue of Professor Snape.
Because he himself had problems.
“This is something I confirmed with Professor Dumbledore.” Harry said to Hermione.
Hearing Dumbledore’s name, Hermione relaxed her expression. In History of Magic, the praise for Dumbledore was undisguised, which made Hermione have an inexplicable confidence in Dumbledore.
Since Dumbledore knew, nothing would go wrong.
Seeing Hermione return to her disinterested look, Ron disappointedly lowered his head.
He was hoping Hermione would help him check it out, because asking him to go to the library to look for information was like asking for his life.
Christmas was coming.
Christmas in the West is like Chinese New Year in the East.
It’s a grand festival.
The arrival of Christmas also meant that the first half of the school year had passed, and Hogwarts students would have a week off, until the end of New Year’s Day before returning to school.
The professors had them do their vacation home registration.
The college was also filled with a joyful atmosphere of the coming holiday.
The homework assigned by the professors was easy and simple.
This made the students who had been busy for half a semester relax a lot.
They happily had snowball fights and built snowmen in the snow outside.
Warm fires were lit in the Gryffindor common room and the school hall, and holiday props and decorations were set up to create a festive atmosphere.
Hermione walked into the common room and found that only Ron was there.
“Where’s Harry?” Hermione asked as she sat next to Ron.
Ron and Harry, in the eyes of outsiders, had always been inseparable.
“He went to see Professor McGonagall.” Ron replied.
Okay, except when Harry went to see the professor for tutoring.
Hermione’s expression became complicated, someone who was already better than her was also so diligent, how could she cope.
She wasn’t the only one who asked Professor McGonagall for tutoring.
But Professor McGonagall refused, thinking she wasn’t at the point of needing tutoring.
“Are you going home for Christmas?” Hermione asked Ron.
“Yeah, my dad said he’s taking us to Egypt.” Ron nodded.
“What about you?” Ron asked back.
“I signed up to go back too, I miss home a little.” Hermione said.
Even though Hogwarts was very attractive, all the young wizards who were away from home for the first time began to miss home.
“Is Harry going back?” Hermione asked.
“I didn’t dare ask, you know, Harry’s situation.” Ron said in a low voice.
Hermione was silent.
On the other side, in Professor McGonagall’s office.
“Potter, I heard from Wood that you have a lot of flying talent, he wants you to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team, you didn’t agree.” Professor McGonagall poured Harry a cup of warm red tea.
“Professor, you know, I’m really too busy, I don’t have time to participate in these activities and training.” Harry rubbed his temples in front of Professor McGonagall, who was like a grandmother and cared for him very much.
Harry showed his tired expression.
Even with the effects of the healing magic, allowing him to maintain sufficient stamina to support his crazy study schedule.
But the mental fatigue couldn’t be eliminated.
If it hadn’t been for the 5 years of cooking training that made his will very strong, he would have given up long ago.
Professor McGonagall looked at the child in front of her, the last time she saw him, he was still a baby in her arms, how time flies.
She knew Harry’s schedule very well (except for going to the Forbidden Forest at night), and a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.
“You should rest more and participate in some extracurricular activities, it will be good for you.” Professor McGonagall made her suggestion.