Still on
Was Quidditch still on?
You wouldn‘t think so because, you know, a fucking Triwizard Tournament which allows the participants to even skip lessons in favour of preparing for the tournament.
Well, turns out Dumbledore thought of something to provoke him even further. The fucking donkey. ‘Chance to bond over a cultural aspect‘, what are you, a bet addict?
How was he supposed to do school, Quidditch and a life-threatening tournament at once?
It was impossible.
However, The old goatfucker was lucky Harry liked Quidditch.
He considered himself to be rather good at it and it took his mind off things.
Therefore, Harry could often-nah-always be found on the Quidditch pitch if he wasn‘t sleeping, and sometimes even then.
It wasn‘t like he had any friends to spend time with. Hah. Not anymore. Haha. Fucking bastards the lot of them.
And he didn‘t have to attend to classes since he was a Champion, hah, ‘Champion‘, of the Triwizard Tournament.
Considering this attittude one might think: ‘Harry, you fucking idiot, you‘re staying stupid if you don‘t go to class‘,but first of all, yes, he probably was going to stay stupid, not because of the class-thing but because he‘s stupid and second of all, Harry found it way more effective to study by himself.
It took only minimal effort since he got most of the excercises he was supposed to do on the first try.
It was just quietly reading the instructions once and then doing as instructed.
Class was just a distraction. Probably mostly in the flesh of Ron Weasley.
And Malfoy.
He even located the perfect place for it. And if Harry says perfect he means perfect.
Dobby had shown him the ‘come-and-go room‘ as the elf tended to call it.
Everything was just as he imagined it should be in each situation.
Namely, a bright room, comfy couches, wide working space, books of every kind, charms and transfiguration objects, cauldrons, ingredients, everything.
The time that he needed to complete a whole week‘s worth of lessons was ridiculous.
Harry did all of them on Sunday afternoon. So approximately five hours, give or take one.
When Harry got the chance to focus entirely on the task at hand, it seemed almost to easy to complete.
And since he was procrastinating like an idiot when it came to the tournament‘s task there was only one thing he could do.
Quidditch.
Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch.
So, he reckoned he was prepared for the game against Ravenclaw.