Chapter 959: Sirius in the Fireplace

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"Oh, the three of you are back, how is the training going?" Half an hour later, Ivan, Harry, and Ron entered the Gryffindor common room through the portrait hole. Hermione asked coldly. Stacks of thick books. Worthy of your collection.

"Totally screwed up," Ron said hollowly, plopping down on the sofa, his eyes glazed over.

Aiwen gave Hermione a look, she seemed to understand something, and her cold attitude eased slightly.

"It's okay, this is your first time participating in training." She comforted, "It will definitely take time..."

"Who said I messed up training?" Ron asked grimly.

"Nobody!" said Hermione, looking taken aback. "I thought..."

"Do you think I'm doomed to be trash?"

"No, of course I don't think so! Look, you said the practice was screwed up, so I'll just..."

"For some reason, I'm going to do my homework." Ron said angrily.

He walked heavily towards the stairs leading to the boys' dormitory, and disappeared in a flash.

"What's going on?" Hermione turned to Ivan and Harry, "Did he screw it up?"

"No." Harry replied immediately, loyal to his friend.

Hermione raised her eyebrows, obviously not convinced, and turned to Ivan.

"He's just too nervous and needs to get used to it," Ivan said.

"Yes, I think he can perform better." Harry murmured, "This is just the first training..."

Ron didn't show up for dinner either.

Although Ron was away, Ivan, Harry, and Hermione were not bringing up this topic. We all know that his head is full of thoughts about his poor performance in Quidditch practice, and he himself has a hard time getting the "Gryffindor lost" song out of his head.

On Sunday, Ivan taught Harry, Hermione, and Ginny their first magic study since the beginning of the new semester. The number of people increased appropriately. Colin, Neville, and Kate from the first grade also joined in. This time the main study Or basic spells.

Fred and George didn't come, and neither did Ron.

The spell practice only lasted about two hours, and after a simple practice of the stun spell and the obstacle spell, it was over.

Everyone's minds seemed to be off the top, Harry and the others were still thinking about their homework, and except for Hermione, no one else seemed to have finished it, and the others thought about going out on the grounds, enjoying what might be the last bit of sunshine this year.

During lunch, Ron finally walked out of his bedroom. The incident seemed to be over, and his performance returned to normal.

Perhaps, he might be hungry, and there was no need to starve himself to death because of poor Quidditch practice.

After lunch, Ivan and Hermione went for a walk, while Harry and Ron stayed in the common room, buried in their books.

The Quidditch teams of the other three colleges were still training on the field. Ivan and Hermione stood and watched for a while, then walked to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid hasn't come back yet, and he doesn't know where he is now.

Even now, Hermione thought Hagrid was impulsively bringing back a giant, and that he might run into any danger along the way.

Also, they saw the Bowtruckle that Professor Graplan had brought.

They gather on a well-prepared tree and stay inseparable. These magical creatures are the patron saints of the trees and live only on the wand tree.

They looked like little elves made of wood, each with brown, knobby legs and arms, two twig-like fingers on each hand, each flat, bark-like There are two small round brown eyes shining on the funny faces.

The two of them played with the Bowtruckle for a while, and Hermione decided to go back and revise her sketches. She didn't draw well in a few places.

In the common room, Harry and Ron curled up by the fireplace, looking extremely hard and haggard.

"How is it outside?" Harry said to Ivan, but his eyes were looking at the blue sky outside the window.

"The weather is fine, everyone is playing outside, what about your homework?"

"Well, not much progress, we really should try to get as much homework out of the way as possible." sighed Harry, who was wretchedly working on Professor Sinistra's paper on Jupiter's many moons.

Ron was writing a long paper on non-animal summoning spells assigned by Professor McGonagall, and he tried to use the one Harry had already completed as a reference.

But to be honest, there is no reference value, it is better to look through the textbook.

"Yeah!" Ron said, rubbing his slightly bloodshot eyes, and threw the fifth scrapped parchment into the fire next to him, "Ivan, tell me, can I ask Hermione, Shall we see the paper she wrote?"

"I don't think she would agree!" Ivan said, taking out a magic book.

Crookshanks curled up in her lap as Hermione tinkered with her Bowtruckle sketches while chatting happily with Ginny.

The three of them quieted down again, and Aiwen was immersed in the magic treatise in his hand about the accumulation of magic power and the release of energy.

Different from cumbersome magic spells and usage techniques, this spell discards other effects and directly converts magic power into energy, causing damage to the hit target. It is a very interesting research direction, and it is more suitable for Aiwen's current situation.

When fighting, you don't need to think about using any spells, but directly use magic power to cause damage to the enemy, which can greatly shorten the casting time.

Moreover, Ivan's magic power is very strong, and the energy he can gather far exceeds that of others.

Next to Ivan, Harry and Ron continued to rack their brains to think and write, doing their best to complete their homework.

The sky outside the window was getting darker and darker, and gradually, the people in the common room became rare again.

At half past eleven, when there was no one else in the common room, Hermione yawned and walked towards them.

She sat next to Ivan, looked at the book in his hand, and knew that it was taken out of the Black family library.

Driven by Aiwen, she now also started to read these magic books.

Hermione hesitated for a while, then turned to look at Ron, and tried to say, "It's time for bed, are you almost done with your homework?"

"No." Ron said angrily.

"Well, the largest satellite of Jupiter is Ganymede, not Callisto!" She leaned out, pointing to a line of text in his astronomy paper from behind Ron, "Also, the one with volcanoes should be Ganymede one."

"Thank you," said Ron fiercely, crossing out the misspelled sentence.

"I'm sorry, I just..." Hermione seemed to want to apologize for yesterday's Quidditch incident.

"Yeah, if you're only here to find fault!"

"You know, I'm not, I'm... God, Sirius!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, watching Sirius' head suddenly appear from the flames in the fireplace.

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