Copywriting: Wear HP outside, very long, try your best to restore.A plot flow that thinks it's safe.← PS, this low-looking cover was drawn by the author himself, the protagonist has gray curly hair, is a Ravenclaw student, and doesn't pay much attention to the things around him.Content Tags:Fantasy Fantasy Fantasy Error Original Search Keywords:Protagonist:Wear,Malfoy┃Supporting Role:Sirius,Original Character┃Others:Main Attack,Original Introduction:-Chapter 1 Peculiar Homicide"......
On the basis of cosmic pluralism, Chinese scholar Jiang Jin emphasized that consciousness and spirit have extremely considerable abilities, and proposed the theory of world nesting......
"the neutral and friendly voice of CCTV reporters."“…… Be unconventional and make a name for yourself...... gibberish, I don't know what to say......" critics consider themselves sharp and wise.“…… The assumption that the world should not be infinitely parallel and different from each other is self-contradictory, as one assumes......
When each person creates a story that has the ability to operate independently, it is a world......
No, it has nothing to do with the creator, just as the development of a child after birth cannot be controlled by the mother, the new world is independent......
"These are my confident, somewhat trembling words.Contradictory, obviously full of confidence, his voice is still trembling.I was confident in my assumptions.To put it simply, I don't think that the assumption that there are countless universes with the same self doing the same or different things encompasses the whole of the world's diversity.Such an explanation is only a disagreement based on the probability of events on the timeline, and does not represent the higher proposition of world pluralism.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- But what's the use of talking about that now......
I, Jiang Jin, instead of my apartment overlooking half of the city, listening to the news broadcasts and commentaries on current affairs about myself, perfecting my hypothesis, racking my brains to prove it, instead hiding in a cramped, scruffy closet full of clothes, shrunk my long body, which was not my own—a size smaller, and my hair shorter—into a ball: now it's a different story.My own hypotheses are still echoing in my head......
No, it's not just a hypothesis now, it looks like I'm in another world, and I'm no longer Jiang Jin - at least not physically - I have preliminarily proved my hypothesis with myself......
Although no one seems to care anymore.Outside the closet, the woman's slippers clicked on the floor, and her breath gave me a strong sense of crisis, and this was the third time she passed by the closet where I was, and I felt my body tremble."
Vincent?
Vincent ......
"The woman was looking for someone with a dumb voice, but no one answered, and I carefully moved my extremely uncomfortable body while assessing that "I" was Vincent, "Vincent, where are you?"
I have something for you. ”The nasal voice is very strong, and it seems that this is the United Kingdom.The woman shuffled away again, sounding like she was going downstairs.I don't know why she didn't open the closet to check, it was obvious that this was a suitable place for Tibetans.When she was gone, the sense of crisis faded away, and another strong emotion came to me: to investigate, to find out where this was, to find out which unique Britain I was in the story, or was it just a simple spatial shift accompanied by the transformation of the individual......
Whether it's the former or the latter, if it's the former, my theory can be much closer - although it's likely that no one will pay attention anymore.I'm going to be killed by my stupid self.I know.But I enjoyed my crazy process.I pushed open the closet door and stepped out, looking for books, furniture, everything that would help me judge in this room.But obviously, this is an ordinary bedroom, an ordinary boy's bedroom.I scanned around the walls, and there were posters of late 20th-century soccer and rock stars, quilts scrawled to the side, half of them dragged to the floor, a few textbooks on my desk, a few leaflets from school, what seemed to be junior high school, everything was so ordinary.My heart sank, was it just that I had crossed the space, the individual?
It doesn't matter, I comfort myself that even this cannot negate my hypothesis......
However, reason silently reminds me: there is another issue that I should be concerned about, right?
As soon as I turned my head, in addition to seeing the lights in the dark night and other homes, and a short-haired boy reflected in the glass also gave me back a little lost and depressed eyes, and I noticed that the boy in the mirror had curly, foreign hair - of course, my body is now a foreigner, and the word "foreign" is impossible to say."
Vincent!"
A voice of surprise sounded, interrupting my examination of myself, "Where did you just run?"
”I was startled, my hair stood on end, and I turned my head to look at the bedroom door, but there was no one there.At this time, a young man's voice came from downstairs: "Ms.
White, I ......"
The voice stopped abruptly, then there was a low muffled grunt, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and then another sound, this series of ill-intentioned movements was enough to tell those who heard it: something bad had happened.Then everything fell silent, and even the sound of the woman's slippers was gone.I looked at the pale boy in the mirror again, and it didn't feel real at all.Without a sense of reality, without a sense of substitution, it is difficult to have many other emotions (I think the fear just now, about the fear of this teenager himself), I lost the worry and fear I should have, and instead strode out of the room with a blank face, looking for the place where the sound came from.I stood by the handrail on the second floor and saw two people in the foyer.The woman in the back fell on her back, her chest red and blood spraying all over the hallway, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, the corners of her mouth hooked upward, a smile that was strange from my point of view.A boy outside, sitting on the ground against the front door, looked like he was also dead, the sound of "Ms.
White" just now was obviously from his mouth, judging by the age of his clothes, it should be "my" partner, he had a bloody fruit knife in his hand, the woman's blood soaked his head all over, and it was still gurgling down his face.Peculiar homicides.It was completely different from what I had envisioned, some of the neurotic women were lying there miserably as victims, and the boy I thought was killed was sitting there with a hideous appearance......
Wait, what's wrong with him again?
If he killed Mrs.
White, who killed him?
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that it was not wise to continue to stay in this house.Glancing at the door blocked by the boy, I turned back to Vincent, which was my room, poked my head out of the window to look at it, and then flipped out.Chapter 2 Three days after the crucial stone wall, at a fast-food restaurant in London, I, with my cap down, slowly eating a hamburger set meal in the corner.I went out three days ago and forgot to bring money - not because of the fear of witnessing the scene of the tragedy, but because I was not in a state of state, and I didn't think of taking the money at all, or rather, I didn't think of being trapped in this body for three days, and it seems that this period can be extended to an unknown period of longer.Fortunately, I still have no problem eating and drinking, because I find that the people here seem to be overly good-hearted, and as long as I stand in front of the food counter hungry, there must be steaming food coming out of the counter to satisfy me.This indirectly gave me some evidence that this was not the original world: to help a young boy who seemed to be rebellious enough to run away from home?
It doesn't make sense.It's normal to send him to the police station.But when it comes to direct evidence, I still can't find it, and I can't figure out if this is some corner of some storybook, movie, or someone's unrealistic fantasies: since I'm in England, I haven't found Sherlock• Sherlock Holmes — neither in the 19th nor the 21st century; Frankenstein still exists in fiction in this place; As for Jane & #8226; Love, Elizabeth & #8226; The heroines of romance novels like Bennet are still waiting to be admired only in the words of the bookstore, and they are not in the right time......
Of course, the premise is that it is indeed the era in which the story takes place, not the first 500 years or the last 500 years; So far, I haven't found a crazy boy who can come back alive with a single shot, a strange police booth, or a bookstore owner who doesn't like people coming into his storefront.However, this does not prove anything - you must know that except for the place where the story really takes place, it is entirely possible that other parts of the story are basically parallel to the original world in a reasonable and orderly manner.At least I called back to China, and the number I used at home was empty.This is not where I used to be.I don't have to worry about food and clothing for the time being, and I'm still a little out of shape.On my head is a hat "claimed" at the Lost and Found, which is enough to make my face less visible, at least not to make it clear at a glance that the kid who eats the hamburger here is the one in the photograph that takes up a third of the TV screen.According to the news broadcast, after forensic analysis, the police found that George Lecter, a friend of Vincent White's "ill-intentioned" friend of the White family's boy, visited White's house and was preparing snacks for Heiqi• After Ms.
White opened the door with the fruit plate, George rushed in and closed the door with his backhand, picked up the fruit knife in the fruit bowl and stabbed Ms.
White to death, and at the same time died of heart failure himself - as the medical examiner desperately explained, except for the momentary acceleration of the heartbeat, George Lecter's body was not unhealthy or even sub-healthy.No cause of death was found.I frowned, this familiar way of dying......
Then there's Vincent White's plus-size photo, which appears to be in the background of a park in the city, and the host says, "Considering George Lecter's unmotivated murder, there seems to be something else to this case, and Vincent White's disappearance makes the whole thing even more confusing......
The fast-food restaurant people began to discuss what role Vincent played, whether it was solved by the mastermind, or whether the tall, skinny little boy in the photo was behind it at all, and the two main topics began to be argued.I slowly chewed on the juicy beef, the cause of death unknown......
Inexplicably familiar......
After eating, I picked up a tissue to wipe my mouth, wiped my fingers, pressed my hat and left the fast food restaurant.Two homeless men pushed each other for a good seat at the subway entrance not far away.The world isn't as friendly as I thought.So, why did the clerks give me free food?
I found a shaded wall to lean on, sheltered from the scorching summer sun, and tried to think.Two beautiful girls passed by in front, one of them walked slowly with an ice cream, and they approached with the sound of their conversation.“…… Al's sister went to Stonewall Middle School!
”"Stonewall Middle School, what school is that?""
Herein lies the problem, a secondary school that has no reputation in London......
Ha!
I checked yesterday......
"The two girls are gone, leaving me with a drum."
Keywords: cause of death unknown, Stonewall Middle School......
It's easy to associate something, isn't it?
Looking up at the sky of London, the sky of London, which secretly exists with a magical world, is also quite blue......
I exhaled deeply, trying my best to suppress the ecstasy in my heart, lest I run uncontrollably out onto the road and sing: the world is really nested, and each book—at least the seven known—can constitute a complete, independent world!
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My hypothesis, no, now theoretical, is perfect!
I was so kind when the burger clerk was hungry that I was so kind that I started singing a song and speculated happily......
It seems that I subconsciously cast my magic when I was too hungry.I hadn't seen Harry in the bookstore three days ago• Potter", but I didn't think about this being the world because of the publication date.Magic!
Such a charismatic word.I whistled excitedly, swept away the confusion of the previous three days, and was going to do an experiment, I bit the tip of my tongue, silently thought about the flame, the flame, and then snapped my fingers, and a pale blue spark was born with a light and crisp pop, and then burst into a colorful light.Having no expectation of a single success, and even secretly prepared to deny that this was the wizarding world, I was startled and didn't control it properly, and the flames exploded, leaving a fiery touch on my fingertips.I'm also a magician.I froze in place.This is not the ordinary, boring world it used to be.No, the important thing is that my own existence here proves the correctness of my theory.I am a scholar who can prove myself right with myself, and who could be happier than I?"
Ah——!
I was right!
”I finally couldn't hold back, and roared into the sky in ecstasy, disturbing the streets of quiet London and the patrolling police."
Hey, you, stop."
The chubby policeman ignored the two homeless men blocking the entrance to the subway passage and turned to me.I waved my hat at him happily and walked away from the morning crowd.Chapter 3 VisitorI have been lying in a first-class room in a hotel in the heart of London for seven days.At that time, I had a little know-how, and I asked for my room card at the counter, but the waiter didn't ask me for money or ID.Predictable.I was lying on a large comfortable bed, bored.Black curly-haired, tall, named Vincent • White's boy is a man who has a talent for magic.Mother Heiqi & #8226; White, who was murdered in his own house on Fran Street ten days ago, while the evidence points to a teenager at the scene who was also not breathing.Avada for his life?
In all probability.From a Muggle's point of view, this is the end of the case, but from a wizard's point of view, there are still many doubts.I turned my head sideways and looked quietly out the window: I wasn't in Heiqi and Vincent• Signs of magic are found in White's home, but at the same time, it is likely that a wizard has committed murder there.The faceless wizard, was it deliberate or unintentional?
is directed against George & #8226; Lecter, still against Heiqi & #8226; White?
If the latter were the case, would I still be in danger?
Sure.The most direct proof of this is that there is no such child in Hogwarts and Harry.Perhaps, in the story, he existed, but he was only a passerby, so Rowling didn't mention it?
Negation.At the beginning of the branch, Professor McGonagall did not read Vincent• White (1), in other words, he didn't attend school at all......
Thinking about it deeper, thinking about it again, if Jiang Jin hadn't come three days ago, would Vincent's story have ended in that closet, or outside?
So, this opportunity, this opportunity......
In front of you, the opportunity to receive that letter......
Upon my head.That's right, I learned about Vincent &#8226 from the missing person notice released by the police; White's age: eleven years old.Want to go?
The castle that teaches magic, the sacred place in the hearts of many people, whether it is the magician here or the reader of the original world.I slowly recalled, and Hagrid seemed to angrily announce that Harry's name had been registered on the school's training list as soon as he was born - was that how the school recruited?
Wrong.There were also Muggle-born students.They have no pedigree for Hogwarts to study.Slowly, Snape boasted to Lily, seemingly following the traces of magic that the teenagers had made when they were young.But before that, don't you think about how to deal with the potential murderer of the White family?
I thought about it, whether it was from Vincent• White's position, or Jiang Jin's position, he or they must be included in the list called "must not be guarded......
As for the list that "must be cleared", it will be established after we have the strength.Thinking of this, as a child with no strength, I am a little unhappy.Smack, snap your fingers again, and flames rise from your fingertips.I squinted at it bouncing.Ding dong.The doorbell rang.I sat up and waved away the flames, but didn't open the door, just stared at it.The person outside the door seemed to feel my gaze, stopped ringing, clicked, and the door opened.Pushing the door open was a ......
A middle-aged wizard who is not very good at disguise, this is a tall and thin man, with messy hair, and deep dark circles under his eyes, which will be the look of a hard-working programmer after more than ten years, except for his shoes, of course.The wizard walked in with a clatter of women's high-heeled leather boots.God knows how he shoved his foot in!
Slowly, considering he's a wizard, that boot could have tucked more feet in.He had a thick brown paper envelope in his hand with an intricate seal on the back.What is he here to do......
However, he is not one of the characters who has ever appeared in the story, so I will leave my speculation open for now.The wizard in charge of admissions.I hope so.As soon as he entered, he saw me staring at him, a little cramped.He sat down in the armchair in front of my window, placed the envelope in his hand on the table, coughed, and smiled charitentiously: "Hey, can I call you Vincent?"
”I rolled my eyes and waited for him to say the next word.He scratched his head, and instead of mentioning the question of Hogwarts' student origins, he began to introduce himself: "Oh, I should have introduced myself first.My name is Allen, Alan Jefferson Baker.Well, and, yes, I'm a wizard. ”Look up at me and wait for my reaction.I stared at him expressionlessly.He was a little embarrassed and scratched his head again: "Okay, I think you're already aware of this - judging from the monitoring of the Ministry of Magic, an area with faint magic fluctuations suddenly appeared here - well, this was a pool of stagnant water before, so it was more obvious......
Anyway, we've found a little wizard with a magical talent who has missed a mark.Yes, it's you......"
I looked at him with a sigh of relief."
Okay, ahem.After we got your information,—— I regret what happened in your family - I came to the conclusion that the acquired stimulus of magical talent is stimulated - this kind of example is not common due to special environmental requirements, but we don't make a fuss......
"Allen• Jefferson & #8226; Baker seemed overwhelmed by my lack of reaction, and his words became increasingly illogical and had little to do with admissions - but I was trying to absorb the relevant information anyway, so I was happy to have him ramble and say something irrelevant.(1) In order, White is behind Weasley, but the surname W in the book seems to mention Ron, and Ron was not mentioned after Ron was assigned to Gryffindor.Chapter 4 The World's RejectionI sat early on the express train to Hogwarts, bracing my cheeks and sorting out the information.The wizard Alan Jefferson Baker, who had visited that day, was not a teacher at the school, and he explained that because the traces of my magic had exploded without warning, the school had not had time to appoint a man, so Professor McGonagall seconded him from the ministry with a stroke of his pen.Baker believed that the explosion of my talent was caused by the shock I received, and that this shock came from the tragic death of Hackie White.Later, I deduced from the information he leaked that the ministry had already investigated the cause of George Lecter's death, and it was indeed the Avada Curse, and there was no new development.He certainly didn't doubt me.Because I am still a child who has not been systematically educated, no matter how talented I am, I cannot cast such a life-threatening curse......
How did I get into this murderer mentality?
In fact, if I hadn't heard Ms.
White's voice when I came into this world, I would have really concluded that I did this case myself."
Hey, can I sit here?"
I looked up, and it was a little boy I didn't know and who hadn't shown his face in the story."
Please."
I nodded, holding my cheeks and looking out.I had been thinking about my own magical talent for more than a month, and I was more inclined to think that it was a by-product of my own coming into this world, because White's house was ordinary, and there was no indication that it was the residence of a man with a magical little staff......
In the box sat another boy, I still didn't know him, but the two of them seemed to know each other, sitting across from me and talking excitedly.I felt a deep rejection of my existence from the world—I hadn't met a wizard I could name since George Weasley, the red-haired George Weasley, who had just been out of the window.Given the sheer number of characters in Rowling's books, I'm now only on the edge of the story, and I squint: how far is this rejection......
I'm a little curious.I got up and walked out of the box, immediately recognizing Hermione not far away, the little girl pursed her lips and was talking to Neville, the fat wizard.I thought, if I go up......
Suddenly, the world was spinning.All of a sudden, things in front of me became very blurry......
Oops, you can't lie down in the hallway.I had only one thought, and I staggered and sat down in my seat.The two little boys across from me looked at me in surprise.That's it......
I gasped for breath and wanted to laugh a little, before I could even think about what I was going to do up there, just a thought, and I almost died?
It looks like I'm going to hide in the future.Seeing that I smiled strangely again, the two little boys opposite looked at each other, and one of them asked cautiously and politely, "Are you okay?"
”I pulled a handful of candy out of my pocket, which the ministry's wizard Alan Jefferson Baker had given me before leaving, and as I tore open the wrapper, I said, "It's all right, it's just low blood sugar." ”The two boys were stunned again, as if they didn't know what this meant.The one who spoke earlier comforted again: "It's okay, Muggles can't cure the disease, and it will definitely be fine when you go to the school hospital later, it will be cured." ”There is a little pride in the words that is not offensive.Both of them seem to be wizards.Having spoken, then it's time to exchange names.To be honest, after the almost out-of-body turmoil just now, I have no idea of participating here, let alone bothering to change the fate of the people here......
Merlin is on top, I still want my life!
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I made this decision without much frustration – there are still many details of the world waiting for me to demonstrate.In a place where it's clearly a nested world, how can I not be fascinated by its rationality and functioning characteristics?
I was in a daze at the English countryside and fields that hurriedly swept by outside the car window, the journey was long, and I didn't get much information about the "order" that maintained the plot here, or the "order" that maintained the fate of the characters, and took out a notebook to record this "soul shock", I bracked my head, recalling when I was still Jiang Jin......
"You know what, we all hate you......"......
Your assumptions suck, are you being funny......
You're a real failure......"......
Why don't you die...... what a vicious curse......
I laughed, after these friends said these words, whether they would regret it because they didn't choose what to say, or whether they would be hearty after spitting it out, I was curious.However, even if I am still in the same place, I will not ask......
Not to mention......
When I looked up, the scenery in front of me had darkened somewhere, and the lights in the carriage had already been turned on.I saw a projection of myself on the glass, curly hair, a hazy look in my eyes.The two boys began to change into their school robes, and when I came back to my senses, I reminded, "It's almost there."
We're almost at school. ”I nodded—I had changed into a long robe before I got into the car.The author has something to say: Jiang Jin: I'm still very curious, such a normal, loud and memorable name that is not Mary Sue and not Wang Baqi, no one has ever taken it, and I am the first to use it (at least I think so), which means that I am very happy......
Chapter 5 Ravenclaw disembarked, and we waited in the clearing, Professor McGonagall had not yet come to pick us up.At this moment, there was a small commotion at the front of the group of young wizards, and the commotion was obvious in the tense and quiet atmosphere, and even I felt it at the end of the crowd.I looked up and saw through the gap in the crowd that the blonde Malfoy was talking to another man......
I was staring, I had been here for so long, and I finally met Harry and his friends......
Harry said something, Malfoy withdrew his outstretched hand, a little blush appeared on his pale face, his eyes narrowed, he said something, obviously he was saying harsh words.Little boy......
I laughed.It's only the first grade, and it's starting to form gangs and surging dark tides.Perhaps it was the undisguised smile in my eyes that was too obvious, or perhaps the noble Malfoy was too sensitive to malice, and he sensed something and looked up at me.I had no intention of making any further contact with him, nor did I take away the smile that might have been mistaken as contemptuous in my eyes.Oooh, glared at.I whistled in boredom, and I would be sorry if Malfoy had put the account on Harry that he had been ridiculed by his classmates......
Introspectively, they said that I Jiang Jin is annoying, and it seems that I really deserve it.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------" Vincent White. ”I glanced down and Ron was warmly welcomed at Gryffindor......
Gryffindor House is the focal point of the story, and the composition is very clear.Before I sat down on that stool, I couldn't help but wonder if I would be killed by the Order of the World if I were assigned to that house by the Sorting Hat.Order.Maintain the power of the story to move forward normally.The law of heaven and earth.Very troublesome stuff.The dirty Sorting Hat was on my head, and the last scene before me was in the midst of the great magic of the Great Hall......
It's beautiful and spectacular, especially for the modern mansions I've seen......
I can't think about it anymore, this one on my head can "read thoughts"."
I have to correct you—the statement of reading thoughts is wrong—though I do listen to the thoughts in your head......"
"I see, don't you see me put double quotation marks?"
“…… Put quotation marks in your own head, Vincent White, who are you calling......
Oh, of course, of course, for me......
Little one......"
The Sorting Hat was silent for a moment, then gave me a review, "It's a little peculiar. ”Then I heard a loud voice coming out: "Ravenclaw!
”Breathe a sigh of relief......
With the Sorting Hat's affirmation of my intelligence, I took a seat in the midst of the welcome of my seniors.Looking up, I saw Malfoy and Harry glaring at each other......
What a prick, I shook my head at Harry, who was frequently approached by trouble, and began to observe the hearty and delicious dishes on the table.I ate this meal so deliciously that I forgot to compare it with Chinese food.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harry didn't take up much ink in the book during his first year at school, and this one was the thinnest of the seven.
And nearly half of the pages are devoted to the days before school starts.In other words, this year has been the most free and least restrictive year for me to move around at school......
I thought as I lay on the bed with my textbook clasped to my face.I knew that I wouldn't come, and I regretted it a little, and I definitely had a lot more freedom without orderly and strict surveillance outside the school......
However, whether I could get rid of Alan Baker, who came to take me to school, is still a matter of two words, even if I didn't enroll, I'm afraid I'll die of curiosity now......
And I love the Ravenclaw Tower, with the common room at the top—though you get a little tired when you get in, and a little distressed when you get in—especially after breakfast when you find yourself forgetting your textbook, and climbing to the top of the tower out of breath, and answering a tricky philosophical question when you're pressed for time, and the only thing anyone can do is smash the wooden door, and of course, no one succeeds.But the view that can be enjoyed in the Ravenclaw lounge is unmatched by other colleges......
By the way, a moment of silence for Slytherin, they rest in the green underground all year round, and it is normal for them to develop a psychological darkness in the end.Regardless, there's nothing quite like magical education at Hogwarts......
Such a magical school, teaching amazing knowledge......
Thinking like this, on a whim, I lifted the book on my face, picked up a piece of clothing from the ground, picked up the wand in my hand and pointed at the button on the clothes, which turned into a seven-star ladybug, flapped its wings, and flew away."
Vincent!
That's my clothes!
”The roommate, who was sitting on the bed reading a book, shouted in frustration as he watched the seven-star ladybug flapping its wings and flying out of the window.I lay back, snapped my textbook to my face, and pretended I didn't hear."
Haha, Benelli, let's go out and grab one and come back and turn it into a button......," the other boy put down his book, "It's the second Quidditch game of the day, Snape is the referee, let's go get a good seat." ”"But I can't make it match my old clothes!"
Benelli said sadly, but he didn't seem to think about the buttons anymore, he got up and began to change his clothes, "Vincent, are you really not going?"
”My head swung from side to side under the history of magic textbook in response.Lovely Benelli, in the blink of an eye, he forgave the button enemy."
Go to Vincent, he turned the button into a beetle, but it is several times more difficult than the other way around, to know how the dead become alive......
Bye, Vincent......
It's the other direction......" roommate Danqi analyzed the principle of Transfiguration and went out with Benelli.Chapter 6: His Stupidity: I Can't Stop Malfoy from Being Quite Unhappy These Days, It's Obvious to All.It's nothing more than because Harry is having a good time, especially in the second Quidditch game not long ago, Headmaster Dumbledore went out to watch the game, and Harry helped Gryffindor win the game smoothly.In comparison, the results of the purebred Draco Malfoy were less impressive.For obvious reasons, Malfoy's personal attacks on Harry intensified, and he lost some of his aristocratic pride and reserve, like a flammable hazard.