The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"It's so absurd!"

Harry's eyes were fixed on the "Daily Prophet" that Hermione had just brought, and his fingers were trembling slightly as he grasped the newspaper.

The front page of this newspaper is: Dementors storm Hogwarts school, Harry Potter is seriously injured and killed?

As soon as he woke up in the morning, Harry found himself "dead".

That's all there is to it.

He also received a bunch of letters asking if he was dead, concerned about his injuries, wishing him a speedy recovery, and advising him to stop playing Quidditch.

To let Harry have the kind of someone else to send him a letter was actually to make sure he was still alive.

After all, owls cannot deliver letters to dead people.

One of them was also written by Mrs. Weasley, who was obviously worried about Harry's health after reading the newspaper.

"Mom thought you fell off your broom and got seriously injured." Ron said helplessly, "I've asked Ginny to write to my family about it."

Harry couldn't help but glanced at the card under the plate, just now Ginny Weasley had given him a self-made recovery card, blushing.

If the card is not closed and pressed, it will sing screechingly.

"It's weird."

"What's so strange?" Both Harry and Ron turned to look at Hermione, wondering what secret the other had discovered.

"The photo in the Prophet's newspaper, didn't you realize that the photo was taken in the school?" Hermione raised her finger and pointed to the photo of Harry being carried away. Because of this photo, many people thought that Harry Potter really fell off his broom and died, and after receiving the newspaper in the morning, there was even a commotion in the auditorium, and it was finally calmed down by Professor McGonagall coming out to announce that Harry was okay.

"The Daily Prophet's reporter was there at the time?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Since Sirius Black escaped from prison, Hogwarts has not allowed other people to come to the school to watch Quidditch matches." Hermione clearly pointed out the suspiciousness of this matter, "It was obviously impossible for the other party to be at the school, It's even less likely to have the opportunity to take this photo."

"It could be pictures taken by the students at the school," Ron reminded. "Don't forget, Colin Creevey used to take pictures around with a camera, and maybe..."

"It shouldn't be possible." Hermione interrupted, shaking her head, "I'd rather believe that some students packaged photos and news to the Daily Prophet."

"Can I make money this way?" Ron couldn't help but widen his eyes, feeling that he had gained knowledge again.

"Yes, it's not uncommon in the Muggle world to sell news to reporters or newspapers." Hermione didn't know anything about those things, but she knew it happened.

"Why didn't I think of that," Ron muttered softly.

"What did you just say?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"nothing."

There was a sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the school hospital, and Hermione, who was still about to say something, shut up.

"Harry, are you alright, we're here to see you!"

Fred put the toilet basket full of candy on the table by the bed.

"Very chic look." Harry laughed.

All the Gryffindors came to visit Harry, and so did Wood, but he looked lifeless and his voice was a little hollow.

"Don't blame Harry, it's not your fault," Wood said to Harry, who didn't blame Harry at all.

Wood really didn't blame Harry, the sudden appearance of the Dementor was an irresistible factor, and Harry almost fell to his death.

After seeing the Nimbus 2000 fragments on the table, Wood was silent for a moment, and asked Harry to consider what new broom he should buy, and said that he had a copy of "Classified Broomsticks" that he could lend Harry for reference.

"Don't worry about the broom, Harry. After you recover, you can borrow Albert's broom for training. He has agreed to lend you the broom temporarily." Before George left, he still patted Harry. shoulders relieved.

After the players left, Harry turned to Hermione and asked, "What did you just say?"

"I checked the relevant information," Hermione said softly, recalling what happened yesterday, "The Patronus Charm is the only way to resist the Dementors."

"That spell was too difficult."

It's not that Harry hasn't practiced the Patronus Charm, but no matter how he trains, he can only conjure up a silvery gas, and he can't see any signs of progress, so he gives up temporarily. After all, the third grade is very heavy, and there are a lot of things to do every week in addition to Quidditch training.

Fred and George also practiced for a long time, but could not condense a real Patronus.

Ron had actually tried the Patronus Charm, but the silver gas that the wand spewed out was thinner than Harry's, so he had no hope of mastering the Patronus Charm in a short period of time.

"Harry, you should have confidence in yourself. Confidence is an important part of successful spell casting." Hermione encouraged: "If you really want to master the Patronus Charm, you can only ask someone who knows how to summon the real Patronus for help."

"Harry, you can go to Professor Lupin for help. He is a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. There must be a way for you to master the Patronus Charm faster." Ron suggested.

"I think you can go and talk to Albert, that guy seems to know a lot," Hermione suggested.

"You're worshipping Albert again now?" Ron raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's not about worship, I just think he makes a lot of sense." Hermione said, "He knows a lot of things and is very smart. Before the dementors appeared, Albert guessed that the dementors would appear. After Harry fell, he told me that Harry just passed out and would be fine."

"It always feels like we're not learning the same kind of divination from him," Ron muttered softly. He has always admired Albert's divination ability.

"That's because you don't have the talent for divination." Since Hermione knew that learning divination requires talent, she was considering whether to give up the course directly.

She probably doesn't have that talent.

Well, most students are not gifted with divination.

"It's not the same for you," Luo said.

"So, I'm considering whether to drop the class."

"You're going to give up divination lessons."

There was an unconcealed surprise in Ron's voice, and it felt incredible to hear such words from Hermione's mouth.

"After all, we can't really learn anything useful from this class other than divination."

This was actually the main reason why Hermione wanted to give up the divination class. It was a waste of time and could not learn anything useful. It was better to devote the limited time to other classes.

If it wasn't for Hermione's desire to get 12 outstanding, perhaps she would have given up the divination class long ago.

Ron was silent, his divination class with Harry was simply more fun.

"Why did they come to the playing field?" Harry asked painfully, looking at the wreckage of the broom.

"What?" Ron didn't return to his senses for a while.

"They're hungry," Hermione recalled what Albert had said. "The lively Quidditch pitch was a feast for the Dementors, so here they come."

"You said, will the photos in the newspapers be taken by Albert."

"Impossible, I was next to Albert when Harry first fell." Hermione rejected this possibility directly.

At this time, someone came to see Harry again. It was Hagrid with a bunch of centipede flowers in his hand.

"Harry, are you alright!"

"I'll be out of the hospital tomorrow." Harry forced a smile at Hagrid.

"That's good, there's a lot of noise in the newspapers, and everyone thinks you're seriously injured." Hagrid took the vase from Hermione, inserted the centipede flower, and placed it on the table next to Harry.

"That's just a rumor."

"Don't be sad, losing a Quidditch match is nothing, as long as you're all right." Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Where can I have tea when you have time, and you're vulnerable? Touch, but Dementors have a particularly strong influence on those who have bad memories, and are particularly keen to suck the joy of those people, and it's delicious food for them."

"Hagrid, have you studied dementors?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"It's okay, I don't know." Hagrid was a little embarrassed. He couldn't say that these were actually what Albert told him!

"If you want to ask about the Dementors, I suggest you go to Professor Lupin, he's an expert in this area." Hagrid was satisfied with his wit.