0359 Results of Training

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0359 Results of Training The overwhelming sense of disappointment and dejection weighed heavily upon Harry's shoulders. He had never imagined that had never imagined things would turn out so badly. Just the previous Saturday, Sirius had told him at the Three Broomsticks that he would take him away from the Dursleys during the summer holidays. This had made him very happy and excited, as he had longed to leave the Dursleys for years, and now, that dream was finally about to come true. But unexpectedly, just a few days later, Sirius changed his mind. After Sirius come out of Professor Watson's office that day, he informed Harry of his new decision. He believed it would be better for Harry to remain at the Muggle residence after all, as they were his only living blood relatives. While Sirius had vowed to improve Harry's circumstances through a frank dialogue with the Dursleys, the sudden reversal had left Harry feeling utterly betrayed and helpless. Harry couldn't help but connect Sirius's change of heart with Professor Watson and Professor Dumbledore. After all, the previous week at the Three Broomsticks when Sirius had brought up the idea, Professor Watson had subtly expressed his disapproval. But this was simply ridiculous. Who gave them the right to make decisions on his behalf? For several consecutive days, Harry had been in a bad mood during Professor Watson's physical education classes, even seriously considering skipping them altogether. "I advise you to calm down, Harry—" After no longer using the Time-Turner, Hermione's schedule had become much more manageable. However, she still had to attend several more classes than the others, and to save time, she had now learned to walk while reading books and completing some simpler assignments. On an evening when they needed to attend the physical education class, a group of Gryffindors made their way to the room filled with suits of armor. As Harry angrily expressed his thoughts, Hermione briefly looked up from 'A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi,' saying rationally: "Think about Pansy Parkinson from Slytherin." Pansy Parkinson was a very annoying girl from Slytherin. Of course, hardly anyone who mingled with Malfoy wasn't unpleasant. Generally, the young wizards from Slytherin tended to support Professor Watson because they considered him one of their own. And, the gradually well-known Professor Watson over the past year or two had undoubtedly made the Slytherin students extraordinarily proud. Harry had heard Justin Finch-Fletchley from Hufflepuff say that the Slytherins were eagerly awaiting Dumbledore's departure, as they believed the next Headmaster of Hogwarts would definitely be Professor Watson. Professor Watson's demeanor often made one forget that he is from Slytherin, Harry himself didn't object this—if, in the future, Dumbledore did have no energy as he grows older, and Professor Watson took over as Headmaster. However, the thought of these annoying stinky snakes in Slytherin already harboring such intentions was very disgusting to him. Perhaps unable to tolerate the torment of Dungbombs any longer, Pansy Parkinson dared to skip class, even after Professor Watson had made it clear that the time to drop the course had passed. And Professor Watson was clearly a man who wouldn't tolerate any insolence. After their training ended, he marched straight into the Slytherin common room and ordered the female prefect of Slytherin to drag Pansy out of the dormitory, then trained her alone for two hours. Rumor had it that Pansy spent that night in the hospital wing. Thinking about her fate, Harry shuddered a few times, dismissing his rebellious thoughts. "So?" Boys could be rather oblivious in such matters, and Harry didn't quite understand what Hermione was trying to say. Hermione's expression showed a deepening sense of exasperation, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she regarded Harry with a mixture of disappointment and resignation. "So?" she echoed, her tone laced with a gentle rebuke. "I will mention this to Ginny, hoping she could talk some sense into Percy. I don't know what issues they're having, but—weren't they always on good terms?" A fleeting notion crossed Harry's mind that perhaps Hermione was being a bit nosy, yet his better judgment told him not to voice his thoughts, as he felt that Hermione seemed to believe that all boys were as heartless as Percy. The group left the common room, heading to the Quidditch pitch for their run. With Hermione around, Harry wasn't too worried about getting drenched in the downpour. He knew she would know many practical spells to help them avoid embarrassing situations. The ceaseless rainfall that had persisted throughout the day had transformed the marble area of the entrance hall into an ice rink, with numerous students who had passed through slipping flat on their backs. Harry and his friends could hear screams of pain one after another when they reached the second floor. "It's a mess. Isn't there anyone to maintain order around here?" Hermione muttered under her breath, her brow furrowing in disapproval as she surveyed the chaotic scene unfolding below. From their elevated vantage point on the second-floor platform, her gaze was drawn to the lonely figure of Neville at the castle's entrance, his shoulders slumped in a posture of melancholy as he faced the rain-soaked world. The dejected slouch of his shoulders showed the weight of his worries, and Hermione's lips pursed involuntarily, about to extend an invitation for Neville to join their company. However, before the words could pass her lips, a shrill, mocking laugh pierced the air, shattering the tranquil moment and drawing all eyes towards its source. It was Peeves, the infamous poltergeist, who had suddenly appeared above the entrance hall, floating at the same elevated level as Harry and his friends. Harry, Hermione, and Ginny all noticed the pile of water-filled balloons the size of fists that Peeves was clutching, and they immediately realized what the prankster ghost intended to do. Peeves instantly fixed his gaze on Neville, who was closest to the entrance, the muscles in his mischievous, broad face tightening with anticipation. Before Harry, Hermione, or Ginny could utter a word of warning, Peeves struck with lightning swiftness, seizing one of the water balloons and hurling it with tremendous force towards the unsuspecting Neville. 'How strange!' Watching the water balloon's trajectory gliding through the air, a strange thought crossed Harry and the others' minds—why did the balloon Peeves had thrown with full force seem to be moving so slowly? Harry's lips parted, but then he immediately realized the water balloon's speed wasn't slow at all, because before he could utter the first syllable, Peeves's balloon was already only two feet away from the back of Neville's head! And under the sympathetic gaze of those witnessing the scene, Neville suddenly moved. Harry saw that despite the familiar bewilderment on Neville's face as he turned around, his hand had already risen from his side, and at the last possible moment, he precisely caught Peeves's water balloon. Bang! The ensuing impact was deafening, the water balloon Neville had nimbly caught and returned tearing forth with equal vigor, grazing Peeves's cheek before exploding against the entrance hall's ceiling in a spectacular burst of water and shattered hopes. ******************************* For More Chapters; /FicFrenzy

0359 Results of Training

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