The following days were very dull.
Hermione quietly bought some books on acting skills according to Jon's recommendation. Of course, these books were not seen by Harry and Ron. They were stored in her dormitory, and every night she would read some in silence. It was just like usual, except that she usually read magic books, but now she was reading about how to become a good actress.
In fact, Jon originally planned to let Lohat teach her personally, but Jon later dismissed the idea. After all, if Lohat needed to teach Hermione, he would have to appear in school. Hermione was not him, after all, and could be unscrupulous. Fortunately, Hermione's self-learning ability was very strong. Even if she was reading books, she could quickly grasp the essence of them. Although she was still a little immature, it was much better than the stiff disguise she used to have.
And as Hermione predicted, during the time when there were no classes in the sixth grade, they could not relax as much as Ron expected. Instead, they had to work hard to complete a lot of homework assigned by the teacher.
Not only did they work hard as if they had to deal with exams every day, but the homework itself was much more difficult than before.
These days, Harry could not understand almost half of what Professor McGonagall taught. Even Hermione had to ask Professor McGonagall to repeat the content once or twice before she could understand. In fact, she had a more convenient way. She could have turned to the notebook, but she chose not to do so because the book said: Don't always think that you are acting. This is life.
Experience is the best way.
What most people who did not know the inside story could not believe was that Harry's best subject suddenly became Potioneering. This was thanks to the half-blood prince, which made Hermione feel more and more "indignant".
Moreover, they were now required to use the Silent Curse. Not only did the Defense Against Black Magic class require this, but the Magic Spell class and the Transformation class also required this. This was a little difficult for Hermione, but she clearly knew that her teacher could do even better. Not to mention the Silent Curse, he could even cast spells without a staff. Therefore, she suppressed the anger in her heart and wanted to work hard. This was the mentality of most students.
Only when they came to the greenhouse outside did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Of course, the plants dealt with in herbology class were more dangerous now than they had been in the past, but they could at least chant aloud when the poisonous tentacles of the mandrake caught them off guard from behind.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had not been able to find time to visit Hagrid because of their heavy schoolwork and their constant practice of Silent Curse.
Hagrid no longer came to eat at the faculty table, which was an ominous sign, and several times when they met him in the corridor or on the field outside, he pretended not to see them or hear them greet him, which was very strange.
"We must go and explain."
At breakfast on Saturday, Hermione looked up at Hagrid's large empty seat at the faculty table.
"But there's a Quidditch trial this morning!"
Ron said, "And we have to practice the Clear Water Spring spell set up by Flavi!
Besides, what was there to explain?
We can't tell him that we hate his stupid course! "
"We don't hate it!"
"That's what you said. I haven't forgotten about those fried tail conches."
Ron said gloomily, "Now I tell you, we were lucky to get away with it.
You didn't hear what he said about his idiot brother — if we had stayed and continued, we might be teaching Gropp how to tie his shoelaces now. "
"I don't want to talk to Hagrid."
Hermione looked sad.
"Then we'll wait until the Quidditch trial is over," said Harry soothingly.
He missed Hagrid very much too, but like Ron, he felt that it was best not to have anything to do with Gropp for the rest of his life.
"With so many people applying, the trial may go on all morning."
He felt a little nervous at the thought of facing his first obstacle as captain.
"I wonder why the team has suddenly become so popular."
"Come on, Harry," said Hermione, suddenly impatient. "It's not Quidditch that's popular, it's you!
You've never been more interesting. Frankly, you've never been more likable. "
Ron choked on the large piece of salted salmon in his mouth. Hermione gave him a scornful look, then turned to Harry to improvise her acting. Today she was going to play the part of a girl whose limelight had been stolen.
"Now everyone knows you're telling the truth, right?
The whole Wizard world has to admit that your news of Voldemort's comeback is correct, and that you've really fought him twice in the past two years, and escaped death both times.
Now they call you the Star of Salvation. Well, now you don't understand why people are so fascinated by you? "
Harry looked at Hermione, who was suddenly a stranger, and suddenly felt uncomfortably hot in the auditorium, even though the ceiling still looked cloudy.
"Also, you've been persecuted by the Ministry of Magic, who are desperately trying to paint you as a capricious man, an expert liar.
And that vicious woman who forced you to write the mark with your own blood, which can still be seen, but you still insist on your story … "
"The marks left by those fellows in the Ministry of Magic when they caught me can still be seen. Look."
Ron shook his sleeves up as he spoke.
"Also, you've grown almost an inch taller over the summer, which is also impressive."
Hermione ignored Ron and continued to speak.
"I'm taller too."
Ron said this out of the blue.
The messenger owl came, swooping through the rain-splashed windows, sprinkling raindrops on the heads and bodies of everyone in the auditorium.
Most people had more mail than usual, and worried parents were anxious to hear news of their children, and in turn told their children that everything was fine at home.
Harry hadn't received a letter since school started, and the only person who had written to him regularly was dead. He had secretly hoped that Lupin would occasionally write to him, but that hope had come to nothing.
So when he saw the snow-white figure of Hedwig among the brown and gray owls, he was greatly surprised.
Hedwig landed in front of Harry with a large, square package.
A moment later, an identical package fell in front of Ron. His petite owl, Piggy, was pressed down below, and he was so tired that he couldn't breathe.
Harry opened the package, revealing a brand-new copy of Advanced Magic Potion Making, which had just arrived from Lir's Mark.
"Oh, great," said Hermione happily. "Now you can return that scribbled mess of a textbook."
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