pertwk Chapter 693 The Room of Requirement
Chapter 693 The Room of Requirement
Chapter 693 The Room of Requirement
At Hogwarts, the Easter holiday is probably the most universally accepted holiday, because regardless of year or even the first-year students, everyone has to deal with mountains of homework during this time.
Even Xilun had to temporarily abandon his original plan, getting up early every day to go to the library to do his homework, and not returning until evening.
Harry had even more to do; besides his homework, he also had to think about the Quidditch team.
After the Easter break, Gryffindor will have its final Quidditch match – Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff – which will also determine the Champions Cup standings.
If Gryffindor can lead Hufflepuff by 300 points, they will win the Quidditch Cup.
To be honest, it's a bit difficult to do that. Before graduating, Cedric cultivated several outstanding substitutes for the team, and this year he was able to take on the starting lineup and helped Hedges achieve a good result of second place.
Even if Harry had the fastest broomstick in all of Hogwarts, Firebolt, there was no guarantee that Gryffindor's Chaser would be ahead by fifteen balls.
Moreover, he couldn't help but think what if they not only failed to win the game but also fell behind by a hundred points, in which case Gryffindor would be ranked behind Slytherin and become the last in the class.
His name will remain at Hogwarts forever, and everyone will remember that Harry Potter led the Gryffindor team to their first-ever last place finish in two hundred years.
Harry finally understood why Oliver Wood and Angelina Jensen had led their teams in extra practice sessions before the final match.
The pressure of being last is immense.
So Harry made the same decision as them.
During the Easter holiday, he not only had to do his homework like everyone else, but also had to seize every spare moment to train and develop tactics.
As the holiday drew to a close, he had to rely on stimulants to stay up for two consecutive nights before he could barely finish his last paper on the stimulant, Bafe.
Siren couldn't bear to give him anything else to do, so she continued to study the locket that Dumbledore had repaired.
But even on the last day of the holiday, Xilun still couldn't figure out how to engrave the magic runes on it.
Perhaps—Harry is right.
As they left the library together, Siron took out the small bottle containing Felix Felicis for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
But soon, another voice told Celen that he didn't need to rush and could take his time to find a solution; Felix Felicis should be used in more important areas.
"I think this is really important—" Xiren muttered to himself.
"What did you just say?" Ron, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped and asked.
"Ah, I mean, if you had a bottle of Felix Felicis, when would you drink it?" Siron asked.
"Of course, it's the day of the Quidditch final!" Ron blurted out without thinking. "Our total score this year is too low. We need to be 300 points ahead of Hufflepuff to win the Quidditch Cup, which means we have to be 15 goals ahead before Harry catches the Golden Snitch."
"To be honest, I really don't know if I can hold on. If you've ever watched Hufflepuff's game against Ravenclaw, you know how tricky their chasers' shots are—"
Ron was still rambling on about analyzing his opponent's strengths and weaknesses, but Siron had already silently turned his head away.
He shouldn't have asked Ron.
Furthermore, the use of Felix Felicis is not allowed in any major magical events. Fortunately, Ron did not have Felix Felicis, otherwise Harry might have been truly nailed to the pillar of shame.
It's hard to say which title is worse: the cheating captain or the last-place finisher.
As the stairs continued upward, Ron was still savoring the thought of lifting the trophy with his hand after leading his team to victory.
But just as the two reached the eighth floor, he suddenly stopped.
"Sirlen—look at that person, isn't that Harry?"
Xilun subconsciously looked up and saw a person covered in blood running towards him at high speed.
"Harry?"
Siren stood there, looking at Harry running towards him with a puzzled expression.
"What happened to you—did Malfoy and his men attack you?"
"No," Harry said breathlessly, grabbing Ron. "Quickly—give me your Potions textbook—"
"But you have—"
"There's no time to explain, hurry up!" Harry said anxiously.
"Use mine." Xilun handed over his "Advanced Potion Making" textbook. He happened to be working on his potion homework tonight, and he had been holding the textbook the whole time.
Harry immediately turned around and ran wildly down the eighth-floor corridor.
And that direction—is where the House of Requirement is!
Almost instinctively, Siren immediately ran after Harry.
By the time Ron realized what was happening and was about to follow, the two had already disappeared at the end of the corridor. He only saw half a tail flash by—it looked like a cat's tail. Could it be Mrs. Lorris?
"What's wrong with them today? They're both acting so strangely." Ron didn't dare to chase after them any further and muttered to himself as he stood there.
Meanwhile, when Siren caught up with Harry, he just saw him push open the door to the Room of Requirement.
Xilun immediately darted in from the side.
"Oh, where did this cat come from!"
Harry was startled, thinking it was one of the students' pets that had wandered in by mistake. But he had more important things to do at the moment and didn't have time to think about that anymore.
"I'll come back to find the cat after I've fooled Snape," Harry thought to himself, then hurried toward the back of the room.
This is a room piled high with countless odds and ends: old furniture, various books, rusty iron swords, broken potion bottles—all these things are stacked together to form a huge maze.
Harry wandered aimlessly through the maze, and after a few turns, he stopped in a place he thought was safe enough.
Harry walked to a large, wrinkled cabinet, opened the door, put his "Advanced Potions Making" inside, and then slammed the door shut.
After doing all this, he stood there for a while, as if taking notes of his surroundings, before hurriedly leaving.
A dozen seconds later, a faint sound of a door closing came from inside the room.
A black cat jumped down from the crumbling mountain of garbage.
While in mid-air, Xilun returned to his original form, looking at what was in front of him with some disbelief.
Just now, to make the cabinet more conspicuous, Harry grabbed an ugly old wizard bust from the side and put it on top, then put a dusty old wig on the bust.
But that's not the point. The point is that a rusty crown is still hanging on that old wig.