"Bring some help"
Hermione looked a little hesitant. It wasn't that she didn't want to share the honor. It was just that she brought unrelated people to see him without Professor Lockhart's permission. Personal letters, is this behavior really okay?
However, speaking of it, it took most of half a day for myself and Professor Blaine to deal with Lockhart, who was well-known in the European wizarding world. Professor, a whole week of fan mail is a very difficult thing to do.
Thinking of this, Hermione slowly turned back to look at Harry and Ron. As expected, one of them was pretending to repair his glasses, and the other suddenly studied a twig that was about to fall off. The old-fashioned meteor broom was bare, and no one responded to Hermione's gaze.
Everyone in the Gryffindor team who saw this scene covered their mouths and laughed secretly. Fred and George had the most exaggerated expressions, but before they could think of a joke, Bray Professor En's glance made Fred and George instantly become more honest.
The Weasley brothers knew better than anyone that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was not a generous person.
"If you really don't have it, forget it"
Amosta smiled at Hermione with an understanding smile, and then left directly.
"You two, you must go to Professor Lockhart's office with me tomorrow, otherwise, you will never learn from my homework"
"Let us go. , Hermione, I don’t want to do this job again in my life. I would rather paint the trophy room for Filch again.”
Amosta, who had walked dozens of feet away, vaguely heard the attack. The strong wind was mixed with domineering voices and the wails of the two little wizards.
On the four long tables in the Great Hall, a few young wizards were sparsely sitting. On the Slytherin side, Malfoy was proudly showing off his newly learned spells to Pansy and Daphne.
On the Hufflepuff side, fourth-year Cedric and several of his friends walked shoulder to shoulder toward the hall. When they passed behind the third-year Chinese girl from Ravenclaw, they whispered. Mi Di threw a letter into her pocket, and this was already the third love letter he had sent this semester.
Qiuchang didn't seem to notice and continued to chat and laugh with Marietta. But based on Amosta's experience in dating in her previous life, this girl with gradually blushing cheeks was probably not far away from complete collapse. Far away.
"Do you have to do this, Professor Blaine?"
Professor McGonagall looks much better than she did during the Christmas holidays. First of all, it's because she beat Amosta Since entering the school, the heir of Salazar Slytherin has died down. Another reason is that Principal Dumbledore has been spending significantly more time in his office this semester than before. Invisibly, this has given She has a lot of sense of security.
Amosta, who had just sat down at the faculty table, pursed her lips and smiled bitterly. When Professor McGonagall called him by his last name, it meant that she had a lot of opinions in her heart.
"SayReally, Amosta, you are probably the most decent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts in the past ten years. Just as you did in your previous classes, you introduced the experience of fighting against evil to the little wizards and taught them by the way. I think you have some interesting ideas for reforming the spells”
“Interesting is too shabby to describe Amosta’s new spell, Minerva”
Professor Flitwick stood up from his chair and said enthusiastically,
"That is a spell that only a true genius can create."
He looked at Amosta and suggested seriously Said, "After stepping down from the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Amosta, I think you can open a separate course on spell model structure optimization at Hogwarts and incorporate it into the advanced course of Charms. I bet , the little wizards will definitely fight to get into your class, Amosta"
No problem, Professor Flitwick, when Dumbledore goes west, I will Immediately return to Hogwarts to retire
Amosta agreed with a smile. He saw that Professor McGonagall still wanted to continue the topic, so he immediately followed him loudly and sat at the end, wearing big glasses. , greeting the professor with countless chains and beads hanging around his neck,
"What kind of wind blew you down from the tower, Professor Trelawney"
"Hiccup"
Professor Trelawney, with messy hair, burped from wine and glanced at Amosta dazedly,
"The approaching darkness made me "Amosta, when did you go back to school?"
"The truth of the matter is"
Professor Flitwick whispered in Amosta's eyes He whispered in his ear, "Sybil has finished the sherry she hid upstairs"
"Oh, lower your voice, Professor Flitwick"
Amosta tensed His face looked very nervous, "I don't want to be predicted that something bad will happen to me again."
When Harry and the three had to return to the castle due to a sudden and rapid wind and rain, they were about to go to the auditorium again. When I was replenishing my energy, I saw Professor Flitwick, who was laughing so hard that he fell off his stool, and Professor McGonagall, whose cheeks were red, her lips were pursed tightly, and her body was twitching. < /p>
Professor Brain is standing in front of a professor they have never met, with his hands clasped and his face full of apology.
"What do you two think they were talking about just now?"
After walking into the warm lounge, Hermione asked with a thoughtful expression on her face
"It doesn't matter, Hermione"
It was early in the morning, and Harry, who had been fighting the cold rain all morning, said listlessly, "I just want to go back to my warm bed and sleep until Professor Blaine's Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Monday afternoon. ”
After saying this, Harry left Hermione and Ron and wandered towards the dormitory.
The rainy weather was indeed annoying, but for Have time to take a leisurely nap in bedIt was the perfect weather for people. On Saturday afternoon, Harry took a rare and hearty nap. During this period, Ron seemed to come over and call him, but Harry just muttered. After saying something, he changed his position and fell asleep again.
By the time he sat up from the bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes, the dark clouds covering the castle had completely dissipated, and Hogwarts was already bathed in the bright moonlight.
The dark dormitory was silent and there was no one. If Harry guessed correctly, Ron and Seamus should be playing wizard chess or high school in the lounge below. cloth stone.
As for Hermione, she was either reading and previewing in the library, or writing homework in the lounge.
"Why didn't anyone wake me up for dinner?"
Sitting on the bed in a daze, Harry complained softly while getting dressed, but in fact he knew that Ron was The probability has come, but it just failed to wake him up.
The air was filled with a slight smell of sweat. The source of the smell was that Harry took off his football uniform and threw it on the floor beside the bed. He threw the uniform into the clothes rack and slowly He walked to the desk and opened the window to diffuse the smell.
The breeze from the Black Lake gradually focused Harry's confused eyes. He sat down and stared at the more than half-written History of Magic paper spread out on the table.
After two minutes of fighting between the villains representing conscience and laziness in Harry's mind, laziness once again stood on the corpse of conscience, declaring its victory.
"Maybe Hermione can give you some good advice"
Harry mumbled and closed the parchment, folded it, and stuffed it into his bag, under the dim light , the black notebook that had been living in his bag for a few days was exuding mysterious magic. Harry looked at the black notebook in silence, and in a daze, his hand reached for the pen again. Please remember to collect it. The latest and fastest website for free reading without anti-theft