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　　 Harry\'s eyes were fixed on the copy of the "Daily Prophet" that Hermione had just brought, and his fingers were shaking slightly while holding the newspaper.

　　 The front page of this newspaper is impressively: Dementors broke into Hogwarts School, Harry Potter was seriously injured and killed?

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

　　 It’s just that.

　　 He also received a bunch of letters. Some people asked if he died, some were concerned about his injury, some wished him a speedy recovery, and some suggested that he should stop playing Quidditch.

　　Harry had someone send him a letter, in fact, to make sure he was still alive.

　　 After all, owls cannot deliver letters to dead people.

　　 One of them was written by Mrs. Weasley, apparently after reading the newspaper, he was worried about Harry\'s physical condition.

　　 "Mom thought you fell off the flying broomstick and seriously injured." Ron said helplessly, "I have asked Ginny to write to the family about this."

　　 Harry couldn\'t help but glanced at the cards under the dishes. Just now, Ginny Weasley blushed and gave him a homemade rehabilitation card.

　　 If you don’t close and hold this card, you will sing in a shrill voice.

　　 "This thing is strange."

　　 "What\'s weird?" Harry and Ron both turned to look at Hermione, wondering what secret they had discovered.

"The photo in the prophet newspaper. Didn\'t you find that the photo was taken at school?" Hermione raised her finger to the photo of Harry being taken away. It is precisely because of this photo that many people think Harry Potter really fell off the broomstick and died. After receiving the newspaper in the morning, there was even a commotion in the auditorium. In the end, Professor McGonagall came out to announce that Harry was fine.

　　 "The reporter from the Daily Prophet was there at the time?"

　　 "What do you mean?"

"Since Sirius Black escaped from prison, Hogwarts no longer allows others to go to school to watch Quidditch games." Hermione clearly pointed out the suspiciousness of this matter. "It was obviously impossible for the other party to be at school at the time. It is even less likely to have the opportunity to take this photo."

　　 "It could also be a picture taken by the students in the school," Ron reminded, "Don\'t forget, Colin Creevey often takes pictures with a camera, and maybe..."

　　 "It should be impossible." Hermione shook her head and interrupted. "I would rather believe that some students packaged photos and news to the Daily Prophet."

　　 "Can you make money like this?" Ron couldn\'t help but widen his eyes, feeling that he had gained insight again.

　　 "Yes, selling news to reporters or newspaper offices is not uncommon in the Muggle world." Hermione didn\'t understand those things, but she knew there was such a thing.

　　 "Why didn\'t I think of this." Ron muttered softly.

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

"It\'s nothing."

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

　　 "Harry, are you okay, we come to see you!"

　　 Fred put the toilet basket full of candies on the table beside the hospital bed.

　　 "Very unique look." Harry laughed.

　　 All the Gryffindor players have come to visit Harry, and Wood has also come, even though he looks lifeless and his voice is a little hollow.

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

　　 Wood did not blame Harry, the dementor suddenly appeared an irresistible factor, and Harry almost fell to death.

　　 After seeing the shards of Light Wheel 2000 on the table, Wood was silent for a moment, asking Harry to think about what new broomstick he would buy, and said that he had a copy of "Classified Flying Broomstick" that he could lend to Harry as a reference.

"Don\'t worry about the broom problem Harry, you can borrow Albert\'s broom training after you recover. He has agreed to lend you the broom temporarily." Before George left, he didn\'t forget to take a picture of Harry. Said with relief on his shoulders.

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

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

"That spell is too difficult."

　　 It\'s not that Harry had never practiced the Patronus Charm, but no matter how he trained, he could only produce a silver gas, and he could not see the slightest sign of progress, so he gave up temporarily. After all, the schoolwork in the third grade is very heavy. Apart from Quidditch training, there are a lot of things to do every week.

　　 Fred and George practiced for a long time, but he couldn\'t condense the true patron saint.

　　 Ron actually tried the patron saint curse, but the silver gas emitted from the wand was thinner than Harry\'s, and he gave no hope of mastering the patron saint curse in a short time.

　　 "Harry, you should be more confident in yourself. Confidence is an important part of the success of the spell." Hermione encouraged: "If you really want to master the patron saint, you can only ask someone who knows how to call the true patron saint to 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 to let you master the Patronus curse faster." Ron suggested.

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

　　 "Are you starting to worship 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 had guessed that the dementors would appear. After Harry fell, he told me that Harry had just fainted and nothing would happen."

　　 "I always feel that we are not learning the same kind of divination as him." Ron murmured. He has always envied Albert\'s divination ability.

　　 "That\'s because you don\'t have a 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 this talent.

　　 Well, most of the students have no talent for divination.

　　 "You are not the same." Luo said.

　　 "So, I am considering whether to give up this course."

　　 "You are going to give up the divination class."

　　 Ron\'s voice was filled with unconcealable surprise, and it felt incredible to hear this from Hermione\'s mouth.

　　 "After all, apart from the knowledge of divination, we can\'t really learn useful things from this course."

　　 This is actually the main reason why Hermione wants to give up the divination class. It wastes time and can\'t learn useful things. It\'s better to devote limited time to other classes.

　　 If it wasn\'t for Hermione who wanted to get 12 outstanding, maybe she would have given up the divination class long ago.

　　Ron was silent. He and Harry had a fortune telling class that was just a better day.

　　 "Why do they come to the playing field?" Harry asked painfully looking at the wreckage of the broomstick.

　　 "What?" Ron didn\'t return for a moment.

　　 "They are hungry." Hermione recalled what Albert had said, "The lively Quidditch Stadium is a feast for Dementors, so they are here."

　　 "Do you think the photos in the newspaper were taken by Albert."

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

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

　　 "Harry, are you okay!"

　　 "I can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow." Harry managed to squeeze a smile at Hagrid.

　　 "That\'s good, there is a lot of noise in the newspapers, everyone thinks you are badly injured." Hagrid took the vase from Hermione, inserted the centipede flowers in, and placed them on the table next to Harry.

　　 "That\'s just a rumor."

"Don\'t be sad, losing the Quidditch game is nothing, as long as you are okay." Hagrid patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "Where I have time to drink tea, or are you vulnerable? Touch, but the dementors have a great influence on people with bad memories, and they are especially keen on sucking the happy emotions of those people. For them, it’s delicious food."

　　 "Hagrid, do you have any research on dementors?" Harry couldn\'t help asking.

　　 "It\'s okay, I don\'t understand." Hagrid was a little embarrassed, he couldn\'t say that this was actually what Albert told him!

　　 "If you want to ask about Dementors, I suggest you go to Professor Lupin, he is the expert in this field." Hagrid was very satisfied with his wit.