Poverty Relief Plan

Poverty Relief Plan

This morning, while they were eating in the Great Hall, there was another barrage of things being dropped from the air.

A large package carried by six owls was dropped onto Harry's table, drawing plenty of attention. But when everyone saw that Harry had no intention of opening it, they soon lost interest.

Harry turned to look around. Sure enough, Professor McGonagall, seated at the teachers' table, smiled and nodded at him.

Harry's head started hurting again.

Today was the third day after Flying class. He hadn't expected Professor McGonagall to act so quickly. She was really forcing his hand!

Professor McGonagall had definitely studied Chinese culture.

Not only did she understand the Water Margin phrase about being driven up Liangshan, she was also well versed in the Thirty-Six Stratagems' principle of striking first!

Harry tossed the broom wrapped in brown paper under the table and showed the enclosed letter to Hermione.

Hermione immediately tore open the envelope. After reading it, she said in surprise, "It's actually a Nimbus 2000."

"So what are you going to choose?" Hermione knew what Harry had been thinking.

"Who knows? But I need to reply to her as soon as possible," Harry said helplessly.

Hermione's eyes shifted, and she said excitedly, "It'll be snowing soon, won't it? I'm really looking forward to seeing what Hogwarts will look like after it snows."

"Yeah." At the mention of snow, Harry perked up as well. He could not help imagining Hogwarts and the surrounding mountains blanketed in white.

Before they knew it,

it was already late October. The climate in the United Kingdom was different from China's.

In China, it was not even considered late autumn yet, since late autumn generally only began at the end of October.

But in the United Kingdom, winter had officially arrived. Though there was still no sign of snow, the colder weather and falling temperatures all spoke of the silent winter that was about to descend.

Getting up every morning had become difficult for Harry. After all, laziness and cold were impossible to resist.

Sometimes, when he went running in the morning, he saw broad stretches of white on the grass outside the castle. It was frost.

An owl flew down, carrying a letter.

Harry opened it curiously. He had thought it was from Hagrid, but it turned out to be a letter of thanks from Neville's grandmother.

She said in the letter that she was grateful Harry had saved her Neville a few days ago, and she hoped Harry could look after Neville a little at school.

Harry felt awful.

Neville was also the son of heroes. His parents had died bravely while fighting Voldemort, but because of Voldemort's choice, Harry had become The Boy Who Lived.

Of course, that was also because Harry's mother had cast the Love Charm on him.

But when he thought of Neville's family, with only an elderly woman and a child left, Harry felt that he had to do something.

After reading the letter, Harry looked toward Neville. Neville must have seen his family's owl just now; he had been watching Harry the whole time.

When Neville saw Harry looking over, the shy, chubby boy blushed and turned his head away.

Too embarrassed to thank him himself, so he had called in the adults?

To be honest, Harry had wanted to help Neville ever since meeting him on the train.

But he had thought about it for a long time and still had no idea how. He did not even know what Neville needed help with.

Neville was different from Malfoy. Malfoy simply needed to be disciplined; a whip and candle wax would do the trick. But Neville would not do. His heart was far too sensitive...

But just then, an idea suddenly came to him—a plan so brilliant it was off the charts.

And he was going to give it a proper name: the Poverty Relief Plan! (Luo Bei: (⊙o⊙)...)

"Why do you have that smug look on your face, like everything is under your control?" Hermione suddenly asked.

Harry quietly told Hermione what he had in mind.

Hermione's eyes lit up. She waved the fork in her hand and said delightedly, "That's amazing! It's absolutely a perfect plan. Maybe it really can..."

Harry smugly raised his chin. Of course it was a good plan. Whose plan did she think it was?

That afternoon, Harry went to the library.

He wanted to borrow the third-year Herbology and Astronomy books while returning several books he had borrowed earlier.

Harry did not read merely to memorize the contents. Otherwise, with his ability to remember a line at a glance, he had no idea how many books he would have read by now.

When Hermione heard that Harry was borrowing books again today, she envied him greatly. She said Harry was definitely the smartest student in Hogwarts history. Only two months into the school year, he had already taught himself every subject through third year.

But Harry said, "Not necessarily. Hogwarts still has a real powerhouse."

Hermione did not believe him and asked who it was.

Harry merely said that before long, she would see undeniable proof.

Harry was not particularly confident that he could completely master all seven years of coursework during his first year, but Snape could do it.

And although Harry performed extremely well in Potions class, he knew there was a world of difference between him and Snape when it came to potions.

At the very least, he could never do something as outrageous as improving the brewing process of a potion.

Maybe that was talent—a true potions genius!

So Snape should probably be classified as a tech nerd.

Alone in a dark dungeon, analyzing the effects of potions, slowly pouring powder into a boiling cauldron, watching bubbles burst one after another and release their magical scent...

Wasn't that exactly what defined a tech nerd?

When Madam Pince saw Harry, she guessed why he had come and praised him. "I didn't expect you to finish the books you borrowed so quickly."

Harry smiled. "I just think Merlin said something very true: 'How could I possibly have spare time? I merely used the time others spent playing Wizard Chess to read!'" (Hermione: Keep pretending...)

Madam Pince smiled and nodded. "You're right. Merlin's success did not come from talent, but from hard work."

She recorded the books Harry was borrowing this time on a sheet of parchment.

Harry politely took his leave.

Harry was about to leave along the long table when he suddenly noticed a girl.

There was some distance between Harry and the girl. Harry was walking down the middle, while she sat at a table nearest the floor-to-ceiling windows.

At one point, Harry, the girl, and the setting sun happened to fall in a straight line, which drew her into the corner of his eye.

When Harry could not help turning to look, he was immediately captivated by that slender figure and could no longer look away.

Though he had not yet seen her face, Harry was already drawn in by her serene temperament.

The girl sat upright and quietly at her seat, completely immersed in the world of her book, as though she were cut off from everything outside.

Golden sunlight fell over the girl, making her whole figure seem hazy and mysterious. Her hair was scattered loosely around her, and through the sunlight, it seemed to have been dyed gold.

Harry shifted slightly so that he could see the girl more clearly.

The girl had hair darker than ebony, and the bangs before her forehead had been neatly trimmed, making her appear delicate and quiet.

On her classically oval face were a pair of clear, limpid eyes. Her lips were as vivid as rose petals, her fair skin flushed pink, and the two dimples at the corners of her mouth were sweet and charming.

This was a girl who was perfect from both the front and the side!

Luo Bei: Neville's family really only has two people left, right?

Can you guess what Harry's plan is?

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