Harry's answer was like a stabilizing force that calmed his turbulent heart.

Cedric took a deep breath, his surprise evident on his face: "Harry, are you really willing to agree? I thought you would refuse. After all, you are very busy, and..."

There are bigger and more responsibilities on him, responsibilities that are far beyond the scope of a little wizard.

"Then why didn't you come to see me after all?" Harry looked at him.

Cedric waved his hands: "Harry, I just have no choice but to come and try. Besides, Cho said that Ravenclaw doesn't want to tolerate Umbridge either. You know, Ravenclaws crave real knowledge."

If only reading a book would be fine.

Then why do we still need to attend classes?

When Lockhart was in power, the students had rioted once, and this time, it was even more excessive than three years ago - three years ago, they had never had it, but today, three years later, they had it. Having it and then losing it hurts the heart more than never having it.

At least the students found it hard to bear the drop from "Professor Black" to "Umbridge".

Whether he is a good student or a person who tries to take advantage of the situation.

In Umbridge's class, you can't even slack off. You have to sit up straight and be serious.

"You can ask Ravenclaw to pick someone who can speak for them, someone who can make the decision for them, and then we can talk it over together." Harry responded.

Cedric nodded, "Sure, tonight?"

"After curfew." Harry glanced at him. "In the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor."

Cedric was stunned: "The one where the monster is said to be causing trouble?"

"Monsters causing trouble?" Harry asked back.

Cedric nodded. "It's a rumor that has spread in a small area. After Lockhart's death, his grudge turned into a goblin. It makes trouble on the fourth floor every night. Mr. Filch is always there to prevent the goblin from hurting the students."

Harry said nothing.

Cedric tried to read something from Harry's face and asked hesitantly, "So it wasn't actually a goblin, but Harry you..."

"Lockhart was incompetent when he was alive, let alone dead." Harry curled his lips and waved his hand: "See you tonight."

He turned around and went back to the lounge.

Cedric smiled and walked towards another tower with ease.

After curfew.

Abandoned classroom on the fourth floor.

Cedric came over with a boy with short blond hair and a freckled face.

"Harry, let me introduce you. This is Anthony Goldstein, the prefect of Ravenclaw." Cedric introduced, "He is a very good young wizard, in the same grade as you."

"Hello." Goldstein held out his hand.

Harry shook his hand. "Hello."

Ron tilted his head, a little surprised: "I thought you would bring Qiu Zhang here."

"It's Zhang Qiu. Her country name comes first." Cedric corrected, biting the word, "She is my girlfriend, but she obviously can't represent Ravenclaw yet."

Goldstein nodded and said calmly, "In fact, there are several seventh-year students who want to come in person. They are much better than me, but they are too busy with their studies. I am also a prefect and understand the situation of Ravenclaw better than they do."

"A considerable number of people actually disagree with your approach."

"But in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, we support you, Mr. Potter. After all, every student wants to learn better."

Harry nodded. "I just asked Crookshanks to collect a list of the seven grades in each house for me."

He waved.

Without chanting a spell or using a magic wand, a thick stack of class schedules flew into his hands from the table next to him.

Cast spells silently and without weapons.

Both of them changed their expressions slightly.

This level...

Can this really happen to a fifth-grade wizard?

Goldstein's focus was broader. He was curious about who was Crookshanks. Everyone in the room knew him. Ron and Hermione, whose grades were always better than his, and the round-faced burly man, the cowardly little crybaby from Gryffindor, had nothing to do with the word "Crookshanks".

"It's Hermione's pet." Harry glanced at him.

Crookshanks climbed out from under the table with a bag of owl rations in his mouth and shouted arrogantly and proudly.

"He kind of hates me?" Goldstein took a half step back.

Harry shook his head. "No, it keeps making that noise."

Xanthus whimpered softly, then ran over to Neville and slapped him on the calf - he didn't dare to do it to Harry, but if he did it to Ron, a fight would easily break out, and Neville was the easiest to bully.

Neville grimaced in pain.

Harry continued, "There are quite a few conflicts in the timetables, so first to fifth years are together, and sixth and seventh years are together."

"Monday night, junior year, in the auditorium."

“Friday night, senior class, also in the auditorium.”

"How about it?"

Cedric nodded. This course arrangement was fair. Although the first and second year wizards would find it a bit difficult, they would still learn something. After all, Harry was still a student, and it was impossible for Harry to prepare for a single course all day like the professor did.

Goldstein raised his hand. “I have a question.”

Harry looked at him.

"Mr. Weasley is teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class today." He asked bluntly, "Will he teach all the rest of the classes?"

"Of course, we don't distrust Mr. Weasley. He is indeed very good, ranked third in the grade, and Hufflepuff also gave a good review of today's class."

"But if it's Mr. Potter, that's certainly better."

Harry shook his head, "No, Neville is here for years one to five, and Hermione is here for senior years."

Cedric and Goldstein were both stunned.

"Mr. Longbottom?" Goldstein could no longer maintain his tone and exclaimed in disbelief, "Him?"

He looked past Harry and at Neville, who was holding the ginger kitten and speaking in a humble manner.

The round-faced little wizard had the same incredible expression and looked at Harry in astonishment.

Harry nodded.

Goldstein took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Longbottom's score last year was, as I recall, in the top 50?"

"Except for the O in Herbology, I didn't get many passing grades in other subjects."

"Potter, I doubt it..."

Harry waved his hand: "People change."

"Trust my judgment."

Goldstein drew his wand and said, "Then I would like to ask Mr. Longbottom for your guidance?"

"If you can't even deal with me..."

At this point, he paused and emphasized: "Mr. Potter, you should be aware that Defense Against the Dark Arts is a very practical course."

"I wish you wouldn't say that he has a strong theory."

"If it's just theory, why don't you continue with Professor Umbridge's lessons?"

Harry nodded, "Of course, I'm sure Neville will be fine."

He turned his head and looked at Neville.

"Harry, I, I'm afraid I'm not suitable." Neville shrank his neck and his voice became a little stuttering.

"Go." Harry pulled out his wand and waved it lightly. He used the levitation spell to grab Neville's collar and dragged him to the center of the classroom.

Goldstein stood opposite him, raised his wand, and held it upright in front of his chest: "Mr. Longbottom?"

Neville took a deep breath and put his wand in front of his chest: "Since Harry believes I can do it, then I can do it."

They both bowed.

Ron counted down for them.

"Expelliarmus!" As soon as the last number fell, Goldstein immediately raised his wand and cast a spell.

Neville rolled over, the spell flying high over his head.

As the best little wizard in the fifth-year Ravenclaw house, Goldstein was very skilled. He cast spells very quickly and powerfully, and even the disarming spell hitting the tables, chairs and benches could send up a shower of sawdust.

But it didn't work.

The battle started and ended in an instant.

Transfiguration spell, barrier spell, and finally a punch.

Goldstein was on his hands and knees, retching as anyone would if they were shot in the abdomen.

After a while, he recovered and looked at Neville in disbelief: "You are really Mr. Longbottom."

"Of course." Neville nodded and looked at Goldstein with a strange and complicated look in his eyes.

"Goldstein" is a well-known surname in the wizarding world. When he was still studying at Hogwarts, he was often mentioned by his grandmother and uncle. He was very outstanding. His uncle sometimes said that he hoped Neville could grow up quickly and become an outstanding child like Anthony of the Goldstein family and Percy of the Weasley family.

But now...

The role model that was once unattainable to me was defeated by myself so easily.

No pressure at all.

He could feel that he was very strong, but even that was not as threatening as the one posed by Crookshanks.

"How could your Transfiguration spell only get a P?" Goldstein shook his head, unable to accept it. "You were able to transform still life into small creatures in a split second, and in large quantities at that. That's at least an E. Even an O is normal. Did you do poorly on purpose?"

Neville shook his head and smiled shyly.

"He has always been very good, but he is a coward and has no confidence in himself." Harry said, "Also, he had some trouble using his wand before, so no matter how good he is, he can't show it."

Goldstein nodded thoughtfully. He thought silently for a while, then spoke carefully: "Mr. Potter, on behalf of Ravenclaw, I agree with your proposal."

As he spoke, he paused slightly, took out a traceless stretch charm bag from his robe, and took out a bulging, heavy bag the size of two fists, and handed it over: "This is something that Ravenclaw put together. It's about your, um... commission reward?"

"That's one hundred and twenty Galleons in total."

Harry took it skillfully, weighed it in his hand, and accurately estimated the amount of currency inside. It was indeed 120 Galleons. There were not many gold Galleons, only more than 70, and the rest were silver Sickles and copper Knuts.

He threw it back casually.

Neville dropped Crookshanks and caught the purse.

Cedric was a little dumbfounded: "You guys also collected money? Why didn't I know about this?"

"Of course." Goldstein glanced at him and said as a matter of course, "Mr. Potter's time is not to be wasted. Besides, you are so familiar with him that you should know his character. This is a commission we took the initiative to propose."

"Mr. Potter didn't ask for a price, but we can't be unprepared."