After October arrived, life on campus began to grow more colorful.
Besides their daily studies, there was Quidditch training almost every day.
Wood had transformed directly into a Demon Instructor, waiting for them in the Charms classroom as soon as class ended.
Before long, the people he was waiting for emerged.
"Vincent, Harry, do you know how the team and Professor McGonagall survived the six years without you?"
The two shook their heads as they walked.
"Ah..." Wood sighed, clenching his fists tightly. "It was a hell you could never imagine..."
He went on and on for a long time, but it all came down to one sentence:
"This year, we're going to shut Slytherin out again!"
Wood was already in his seventh year. This was his final school year at Hogwarts.
Things had to be seen through from beginning to end. Since the two of them had brought hope, they had to carry it through to the very end.
Vincent and Harry stared blankly at each other.
"Wood, I still have a Muggle Studies class!"
"Huh?" Wood looked at Vincent as if he were absurd. "Aren't you from a Muggle family? Why did you choose that elective?"
"Because looking at Muggles from a wizard's perspective is especially interesting."
"Then come over as soon as class ends."
Vincent pulled a miserable face. "I can't. I still have to go see Snape."
Wood suddenly understood.
There was a price to pay for a collective strike, and he had done it for everyone's sake.
This punishment was a symbol of glory, the spirit of Gryffindor refusing to yield to tyranny.
Seeing Wood moved by his own words, Harry seemed to have something to say.
"What is it, Harry? Do you have something to do too?"
"N-no."
Wood led Harry away.
Vincent let