After the Easter holiday, the weather is getting clearer day by day. Standing at the height of the castle, looking at the forbidden forest is a large area of ​​very comfortable green, and the black lake has also regained its vitality. On weekends, students gather in the grass by the lake and under the green willows to enjoy the warm sunlight.

Of course, this leisure is only for students who complete their homework.

"I've had enough! We're only in the fourth grade, why do we have to do so much homework?" Semo complained loudly, "Professor McGonagall can't get it wrong, right?"

"No," Dean said pessimisticly: "She also said in the last class that she should move the fifth grade employment consultation to the fourth grade so that we will be more motivated to learn."

"Oh..." Seamo screamed strangely, "Let me go." He said, "We are still three years away from graduation."

"In fact, the professor is also for our own good," Neville swallowed and said, "Don't forget that the school is preparing to implement the fifth and seventh grade assessment next year. The fifth grade must master the tutelage and the seventh grade must master the phantom movement-"

"What if I can't pass?" Simo asked uneasy.

"Of course, we will pay for the Christmas holiday, Easter holiday, and the last period after the exam every year." Dean said with his fingers. At this time, Semo's face had changed, but Dean continued to add: "Also, the professors are still discussing the disarming curse and the iron armor curse in other grades, but it has not been confirmed yet."

Simo breathed a sigh of relief. He had mastered these two spells. He thought for a while and asked, "Harry hasn't formed a duel self-study group for a long time?"

"Yes," Dean said, "there's no way, they're going to prepare for a third project. To be honest, they've already opened the gap with us, and Ron has even mastered the Phantom Movement."

...

The sun is shining by the black lake, and the waves are sparkling, but there is another scene in classroom No. 7.

The sound of the sharp blade slipping through the bushes sounded in the deep forbidden forest. Ron walked forward carefully, and from time to time he tripped up by the twisted roots on the ground. The touch of the leaves under his feet was so real that he had long forgotten that all this was an illusion and his nerves were extremely tense.

A rustling sound appeared behind him - he turned back keenly, "There are many obstacles!" he shouted, and the spell set the eight-eyed giant spider that suddenly appeared in place. Ron turned around and ran away.

"You should use the expulsion spell." Felix's memory floated in the air. At this time, Ron was hiding behind a big tree and carefully observing the surroundings, but was shocked.

"I know," Ron muttered, "You might as well tell me where Harry and Hermione are."

"Oh, you say that, they're in the other direction." Felix's memory pointed him in one direction.

But Ron showed a suspicious expression, "You don't want to cheat me, do you?"

"I'm a professor." Memory said with a sneer, holding her shoulders.

"Just a memory," Ron murmured in a low voice, "Well, trust you again."

Ten minutes later.

"Ahhhhhh--"

Ron stumbled out of the fog, followed by a group of eight-eyed giant spiders the size of a carriage. He kept throwing spiders behind him, running and shouting aggrievedly, "You lied to me!"

"I don't, look ahead." Memory said with a smile.

Ron looked up in his busy schedule and saw the hazy light in front of him. A hope rose in his heart. The "click" sound behind him was no longer terrible. Another force surged out of his body. He supported him to run the last part of the road. He finally saw Harry-

Harry was leaning against a big tree, stepping on the raised black stone, constantly chanting spells around him. The white flames - that was the light flame curse - formed a circular circle of fire, surrounding Harry to help him resist the approaching spider.

"Yes." Ron patted his head. The light magic text and the fire curse were combined in his hands to form a long flame. He followed the flames and shouted: "Harry, I'm here--" Harry raised his head and chanted the spider in his direction. The spider expulsion curse knocked away the eight-eyed giant spider behind Ron.

Ron rolled and climbed onto the black stone.

"You've found a good place," said Ron. He calmed down and began to use the expulsion spell to help Harry check the gaps.

"There is a good place on it." Harry said muffled.

"Hi, Ron." Hermione's voice appeared above their heads. Ron raised his head and saw Hermione sitting sideways on the branches of their backs against the big tree, smiling very cunningly. He suddenly realized that the white flame was controlled by Hermione.

"Why did you run to the tree? That would be bad for escaping," said Ron.

"Oh, my expulsion spell is pretty good, just practice the spell you found-" Hermione said, standing high, putting her hand on her forehead and looking out, "I seem to see Collins and the others, dealing with a big guy. Let's hurry up!"

She lifted the spell and the tip of her staff nimblely released red lights. Harry and Ron also used the coma spell. Soon, the big spider piled up all over the floor.

Hermione used a shock absorbing spell to land smoothly. Then they moved in the direction Hermione had just pointed out, and encountered various magical animals along the way, "Wow!" After frozen a piece of Cornish elves with an ice spell, Ron said in surprise, "I like this more and more."

Harry grinned, and this was right. If he just practiced the spell boredly, he would definitely not be able to withstand this temperament. When he made the fastest progress, in addition to Professor Hayp's high-pressure special training and Sirius' duel game was in classroom 7.

They walked forward and saw a venomous beast walking leisurely. This large rhino-shaped beast has a thick gray skin that can defend against conventional spells. Their horns are not only sharp, but also injected with a liquid that can explode. The three of them immediately hide behind the stone.

"Oh, go away quickly." Ron whispered, staring at the little man next to the big poisonous horned beast - it should be a cub, far more lively than the adult poisonous horned beast, and was constantly hitting a sales station.

After glaring for a few minutes, the mother of the poisonous beast finally took the little poisonous beast away. They came out from behind the stone and picked up a refreshing drink on the unmanned sales table.

"I love this design so much," Ron said, and took two extra bottles of butter beer into his pocket.

"This is fake," Harry reminded him, "It's just a memory that disappears after going out. And the original intention is to supply ghosts from the school so that the kitchen does not have to store rotten food."

"I know," Ron shrugged, "but in Class 7 you can't ask for more. I mean, while Professor Flevy's memory will provide unique flavored marshmallows after the duel, but - uh, you'll think you're a fool every time you come out there."

"It's a baboon that can only wave wooden sticks." Hermione smiled with a pursed lips.

After a while, they used the direction spell to locate Cedric's team successfully.

"Do you need help?" Harry shouted from afar.

"That couldn't be better," a voice said at their feet, frightening them. Harry stared at the gray-green thing in front of him-it was Roger Davis who was lying on the ground. "What's wrong with you?"

"Obviously, I was poisoned by the tail hook of the human-headed sparrowhead." Roger Davis said, lying on the ground, surrounded by a gray-green mist.

Harry and the others looked at each other and rushed over to help. Cedric and Collins were in a very embarrassing state. The skin of the human-headed, spherical, scorpion-tailed beast could almost reject all known spells. Cedric kept using the transformation technique to transform into chains, trying to entangle its legs, and at the same time he had to be careful to avoid the tail hook that "swishu" cut through the air.

Collins threw out a cloud of black mist, and at the same time cooperated with the eye spell and the slide, trying to limit the extremely dangerous beast.

Harry started to release a powerful disarming spell. The dazzling red light hit the scorpion-tailed beast. He didn't know if it worked, but he liked this spell. He was trying to integrate the magic text into it recently, but he had not succeeded. The scorpion-tailed beast took two steps back, then swung the tail hook, and the spell flew over Cedric's hair.

"A good way to say hello." Cedric said, Harry grinning, using magic text to create a water spell, and the water flowed like a cannonball hit the scorpion-tailed beast. "It's useless-" Cedric was just halfway through, and Hermione cooperated with the frozen curse, and the scorpion-tailed beast's body quickly freezes.

"Are you okay?" Ron just ran over and held the shaking Collins. Collins shook his head, and was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes widened.

"careful!"

A tail hook with a cold light penetrated Ron's chest. Ron blinked incredibly. He didn't feel the pain, but the tail hook did penetrate his chest. Harry and Hermione shouted, watching Ron fall slowly...

Two minutes later, Ron sat on the ground, with gray-green mist constantly emitting his chest - similar to Roger's previous appearance, and said to Collins with joy: "Thank you for being with me."

Collins rolled his eyes at him, but she did not refuse the butter beer that Ron handed over. They looked at Cedric, Harry and Hermione who were still fighting in the distance.

Hermione used ancient magic, and the golden flame turned into a flame phoenix, and flew down and pecked the scorpion-tailed beast with its sharp beak. The scorpion-tailed beast made a palpitational hum, constantly pulling open the chains under her feet and throwing the tail hook around. But with the cooperation of the three people - Harry used an excellent quagmire spell, and the scorpion-tailed beast had less range of movement.

The situation tilted towards the scale of victory, and Roger Davis in the distance also crawled over to watch the fun, preparing to cheer during victory until another human-headed sparrow-tailed beast came out of the depths of the forbidden forest, and a small scorpion-tailed beast was next to it.

The following scene was terrible. First, Harry was trampled to death by the mother of the scorpion-tailed beast, and then Hermione. In just one minute, six people sat on the ground in the gray-green mist, watching the scorpion-tailed beast family leaving arrogantly.

"It's not our fault," Ron comforted them, "that's not a creature we can deal with. It's 5x in the Ministry of Magic, and it's far more dangerous than the eight-eyed giant spider, which is a group of spiders."

"I hope the judges of the Ministry of Magic think so," said Roger Davis. "But, uh, I heard that this thing is in the Forbidden Forest, deep in the Forbidden Forest..."

"Yes," said Hermione, "Hagi has blasted snails with human-headed sparrowheads."

Cedric and Roger Davis' expressions are very bad.

"Don't worry, I don't think the Ministry of Magic will let us face an uncontrolled human-headed, spherical-tailed beast," Hermione said with certainty. "It's too dangerous. The book says that it can kill you with just a sting of you, and it doesn't even have a reaction time. The Ministry of Magic will definitely learn from previous competitions, such as the time in 1792..."

"Has she been like this?" Collins asked Ron in a low voice.

"Oh, uh." Ron shrugged and said stubbornly: "It sounds quite reasonable, doesn't it?"

No one except Hermione felt that, although what she said was indeed what happened in history. They took a break and waited for the mist on their bodies to disperse and separate, Cedric planned to ask Professor McGonagall for the problem of transfiguration, while Collins preferred to discuss the cooperation of the spell with Professor Fleevy's memory.

Harry and the others stayed in Classroom 7 until evening until a group of ghosts passed by them.

"Hello, Nick." Harry greeted Gryffindor's ghost "almost headless" Nick. "Is it time for supper?"

The ghost stopped, "Yes, you better hurry up, or the food will be gone." He murmured to himself, looking at the tail of the ghost team, "I have to hurry up, too."

"Let's go out quickly." Ron said immediately, and he walked forward first. At this time, Nick, who almost lost his head, grabbed him - to be precise, through his arm - Ron shivered straight.

"Oh, sorry, we'd better hide and wait for her to come..." said Nick, who almost lost his head.

"Who are you waiting for-" Ron also wanted to ask, at this time, Harry and Hermione grabbed him left and right, hiding in the mist. Two seconds later, a short and fat ghost passed by them, wearing thick, pearly glasses, which Harry guessed were used to cover the acne on her face - while she was still alive.

"It's Myrtle!"

"Shh--" Nick, who almost lost his head, said nervously, raising his transparent fingers to his mouth. From Harry's perspective, both Nick in front of him and Myrtle in the distance seemed sneaky.

Myrtle is a poor ghost, and although it was not pleasant to get along for a few short periods, Harry still regrets her.

It was Voldemort's evil again. He stared at the figure of Myrtle as he was away, thinking that this was the first murder Voldemort committed, but it was just through the eyes of the basilisk.

Harry's expression became heavy. He tried not to think about whether Voldemort was alive or dead throughout May, and he tried his best to prepare for the third project. However, when he was alone in a daze, he could not help but recall the information about Voldemort. He accidentally saw Hermione's notes, which mentioned Voldemort's childhood - he didn't know where Hermione learned it, and he didn't want to ask, maybe it was Professor Hepp.

If Hermione knew that he was interested in these things, she would definitely advise herself not to think so much.

But Harry couldn't forget the records in his notes: he showed outstanding magical talent before he entered school; was afraid of his companions; was withdrawn and indifferent; and... One day in 1937, he met Dumbledore, who was young and was allowed to study in Hogwarts.

Why didn't Dumbledore see through Voldemort's disguise? Harry thought angrily, let him stay in the orphanage, and maybe there was nothing else to do. Is Wu's orphanage called this name? Harry tried his best to recall that thanks to Uncle Fennon's threatening him to send him to the orphanage more than once, he was no stranger to the name of the orphanage in Surrey.

But he thought again that Voldemort should not live in Surrey, and he couldn't help but feel discouraged.

At this moment, he suddenly felt like he had fallen into the ice hole - Nick reached out to pull him again in desperation, he quickly retreated, and at the same time away from the ghost's straight-out arms, "What's wrong?"

"You were almost discovered." Nick, who almost lost his head, said apologetically. They hid in the thick fog, and listened to him to explain: "Listen to me, the appearance of Classroom No. 7 is a blessing for all ghosts. We can taste the taste of food again. Although it is incomparable to when we were alive, the taste is limited after all...but... it is already very good..."

"What does this have to do with Myrtle?" Ron asked in confusion, quickly poking his head out of the thick fog, "She's gone."

"You know, as a ghost, she doesn't participate in group activities very much... She is too introverted and is resentful of her own death..." Nick, who almost lost her head, said, "We held a meeting, and the fat monk suggested that she should hide from her when she came to Classroom No. 7 to prevent her from coming too much and not coming."

"You are so considerate." Ron said in an unknown manner. He was scared by Myrtle in the second grade and fell directly into the entrance of the secret room. Of course, afterwards, his words took the initiative to jump.

"Thank you." Nick, who almost lost his head, said happily, waved his hand to say goodbye to them.
To be continued...