"Uh..." Ron looked very embarrassed. "Well... I wanted to say... Well... you know..."

"What?"

"I mean... Gryffindor's Quidditch team is going to select a goalkeeper after dinner tonight, right?" Ron scratched his head and looked away. "I want... Uh..."

"You mean..." Harry seemed to understand something.

Ron's ears turned red.

"You know … Because … I became a prefect, and my family bought me a new broom …" He took a deep breath and turned his head around. "I want to try and sign up for the goalie tryouts. Can you — can you practice with me for a while?

Before the official assessment?

Um... I want to get a feel for it. "

"Of course!" Harry said eagerly. "You can do it!

Last summer, when we played with Fred, George, and Ginny, didn't you play very well? "

Ron smiled a little embarrassedly. "I... I don't know. I've been practicing secretly every night for the past few days, but I'm not confident."

"I'll practice with you in the afternoon!"

Harry threw down the half-fabricated divination homework and happily hugged Ron's shoulder. "You'll definitely be the best goalkeeper in Gryffindor's team!"

"Hey, good brother!" Ron also laughed happily.

For the rest of the day, Harry and Ron were absent-minded. They were looking forward to finishing their homework quickly so that they could find a place to practice Quidditch.

"... Choked to death by a sandwich with... strawberry jam," Ron mumbled as he wrote the last sentence. He threw the notebook aside and slumped into the chair.

Harry put down his pen almost at the same time and let out a long sigh.

However, even if they managed to finish the divination homework, the paper on the history of magic was like a mountain in front of them.

The draft of the bowtruckle that Professor Graplan wanted was still blank, and Professor Mcgonagall's Vanishing Spell had not been practiced... Harry's heart suddenly sank because he was horrified to find that he had forgotten Snape's request for him to try to empty his mind.

Don't worry, there are still two or three days left. I must remember to empty my mind before going to bed tonight, he thought to himself.

At this time, Hermione came back with a stack of books under her arm.

She seemed to be fascinated by the content of the book in her hand. She was still reading slowly with her head down. After sitting down, she could not bear to look away from the book.

"Great, Hermione." Ron saw Hermione coming back and quickly took out a new piece of parchment. "Shall we start the homework now?"

"Um... Yes." Hermione was focused on her book and responded vaguely.

"Let me see... Professor Binns's paper topic is..." Ron looked for the homework requirements that he had scribbled at the back of the textbook after class. She frowned and tried to identify her handwriting. "Try to... discuss... the impact of the fairy rebellion on the wizarding world in the 17th century... and briefly analyze... Briefly analyze... What is it again?"

"A brief analysis of the main reasons for the failure of the rebellion," Harry looked at the paper she had scribbled and said.

"Okay, that's right. That's it."

Ron wrote the topic on the top of the parchment and then looked at Hermione with hope.

Hermione felt Ron's eager gaze and looked up curiously.

"Huh?

What's wrong? "

"History of magic homework!" Ron was also curious. "You must have thought about how to write it, right?

The fairy rebellion in the 17th century gave the wizarding world — "

"Oh, that..." Hermione said straightforwardly. "I haven't started to think about it yet."

Harry and Ron exchanged a puzzled look.

Hermione had always maintained the most positive attitude when it came to completing homework, but today it was a bit out of her style.

Harry glanced at the book in Hermione's hand and had a bad feeling for some reason.

"Now there's something more important —" Sure enough, she raised the book in her hand and said in a serious tone, "I just saw this. It's really shocking!"

Harry looked at the title of the book on the cover, "Attacked from the Front and the Back: Why the Largest Fairy Rebellion in History Failed."

"Although I knew that the house elves had no rights and were not even allowed to hold magic wands," Hermione said excitedly. "But I didn't expect that in the war to suppress the fairy rebellion, there were many wizards who took the house elves with them and forced them to fight together!

This is just too cruel! "

Harry and Ron sighed at the same time, speechless.

"A total of 32 house elves were injured in this battle, and six house elves died of their injuries!" Hermione saw the expressions on their faces and said angrily in a louder voice.

"Ah, yes, yes.

How can there be no deaths in war? Didn't many wizards also die in war?

And I can guarantee, "Ron curled her lips." Those house elves probably cherished this opportunity to work for their masters very much. Maybe they even dueled among themselves before they set off. "

Harry thought of Klice in Blake's old house. Klice's lifelong wish was to be like his mother, whose head was cut off and nailed to the wall by his master after she died of old age.

"This is something that we, the House Elves' Rights Promotion Association, will never allow!

I think we should start a new campaign to fight for more preferential treatment for the house elves! "

"Hermione, can you stop talking about your 'vomiting'?" Ron said, covering her forehead.

"I think we need to print another batch of flyers.

Our short-term goal is to let every house elf get a reasonable salary and the freedom to choose the type of work they want. "Hermione ignored him and continued to speak passionately." Our long-term goal is to fight for the right to use magic wands for the house elves, and to have equal opportunities to work in the Ministry of Magic as wizards! "Ron leaned on the table weakly.

Harry felt that Hermione seemed to be possessed by Percy.

"Let's go and practice Quidditch," Ron whispered.

Harry had completely lost the mood to do homework.

Anyway, the History of Magic homework was due next Thursday.

As for the sketch of the bowtruckle, it was not too late to draw it tomorrow.

He and Ron began to quickly pack up their things and prepared to go back to the dormitory to get the flying broom.

The weather was so good that they could not let it go to waste. They should fly freely in the sky with their friends.

"You're going to — practice?

Alas — okay, okay, "Hermione muttered." I really don't know what you guys are thinking about all day long. Quidditch, Quidditch, don't you know that we're about to take the wizard level exam? "

"Oh, come on, Hermione." Ron laughed. "That's at least six months away."

"Yes!

We only have six months left!

That's unbelievable! "

Hermione stood up abruptly and walked to the bookshelves. "I think I still need to read some more books. I still don't understand a lot of the knowledge I've learned recently. Oh my god … six months … oh my god …"

She walked away anxiously.

Ron and Harry looked at her back, looked at each other helplessly, and continued to walk out.

"When will Hermione change her habit of being nervous when talking about exams?" Harry said.