From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

The next day is Friday, which means that the little wizards only need to attend one class on the first day of school and have a two-day weekend.

They were immersed in their summer vacation life, but they were also looking forward to the upcoming weekend, and were not in a state of study at all...

Seeing this situation, in the first spells class, Professor Wofflin did not teach any new lessons at all, but just reviewed the spells learned in the previous school year.

Xiwen sat uneasily on the seats arranged horizontally facing the center of the classroom, thinking about what happened last night——

"So, does anyone have a cure for the Greengrass family's blood curse?" Last night in the school hospital, Sivan found an opportunity to ask Professor Enriquez alone.

"Actually, I don't know about this." Professor Enriquez shook his head apologetically. "Because the blood curse of the Greengrass family has been circulating for too long. If there is really a solution, as twenty people

With the financial resources and connections of one of the Eight Saints, the problem of the blood curse should have been solved long ago."

Although Professor Enriquez did not say it clearly, according to his opinion, it is very likely that Elsiona's symptoms cannot be explained...

Xiwen couldn't accept it for a while.

What kind of curse can last for hundreds of years, lingering in the blood of the Greengrass family like a nightmare? What stories did their family go through at that time, what kind of enemies did they offend, and then they were infected with it?

What about such a powerful blood curse?

When Xiwen was distracted, he felt Abraxas push him twice.

He raised his head blankly and saw Professor Wofflin standing in the middle of the classroom, looking at him with a half-smile.

"It seems that the top student in our grade no longer bothers to review. Don't you think so, Mr. Rozier?"

"I'm sorry, Professor." Xiwen quickly stood up and apologized to Professor Woflin resignedly. "I just accidentally got distracted..."

"Okay, let's show you the dance spell first. You did quite well in the final exam last semester!" Professor Woflin pointed to the table in the middle of the classroom with his chin, on which stood a copy of "Magic Theory"

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"As for whether Slytherin will deduct points for your distraction, it depends on your performance."

Xiwen helplessly raised his wand and read a spell to the "Magic Theory" on the table——

"Tarantallegra."

The thick book used the book ridges and slightly unfolded pages as legs, and danced a sexy break dance on the table.

Professor Woflin also interestingly played a piece of passionate music with his magic wand, which forced Sivan to once again adjust the frequency of the dance steps in the "Magic Theory" so that it would fall with the rhythm of the music.

A "step".

When a piece of music ended, Xiwen, who had been concentrating on controlling the dance spell for several consecutive minutes, was exhausted.

Seeing Xiwen's performance, Professor Wofflin nodded with great satisfaction and took the lead in applauding. Then the applause rang out throughout the classroom.

"Did everyone see it? This is the correct way to use the Dance Step Spell!" After the applause ended, Professor Wofflin said loudly to the little wizards in the classroom.

"Look at what you used in the final exam last semester. Especially for some people, if I hadn't seen you reciting the Dance Curse, I would have suspected that you were not using the Dance Curse, but the Cruciatus Curse.

! Just letting that pear dance can actually make it feel so painful..."

Professor Woflin harshly criticized the little wizards in the classroom and silenced them.

"Mr. Rozier did a very good job. In this case, you will not deduct points from Slytherin for your distracted behavior this time." After criticizing the young wizards, the professor looked at Xiwen and said: "Well, you

You can sit down now!”

Xiwen breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down.

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With Professor Woflin's Charms class as a lesson learned, Xiwen didn't dare to get distracted during the two afternoon classes.

By coincidence, the History of Magic class was once again scheduled on the same afternoon as the Herbology class, which happened to be Friday afternoon, as the weekend vacation was about to begin.

Professor Binns, the ghost who teaches the history of magic, seems to have completely ignored the impetuous and excited moods of the young wizards. He just uses his boring and numb tone that has never changed for thousands of years to teach the history of magic course that second grade students should learn, and continues as always.

A lot of homework is left.

As for the herbal medicine class, which is the last class on Friday, it is still the number one nightmare class in Xiwen's mind.

Sure enough, Xiwen was called to the front of Greenhouse No. 1 by Professor Essad again and asked him to be his assistant to explain how to deal with jumping toadstools.

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When the herbal medicine class ended, the little wizards all happily rushed out of the greenhouse and ran to the northwest of the castle like they were having fun.

"Are you guys going to the Quidditch pitch with me?" At this time, Abraxas rushed over with excitement on his face, put his arms around Sivan and Mobley's shoulders, and asked excitedly. "We are now

But in our second year, Hogwarts has allowed us to bring our own broomsticks!"

As he spoke, Abu had already taken out a delicately packaged broomstick from a pen holder-style container. It seemed that he had finally convinced his family and obtained the right to use a traceless stretch container.

"Did you pay attention to the advertisements in the Daily Prophet before school started?" Abu said to his three roommates while carefully unpacking the broom. "Comet Trading Company released the Comet 180 some time ago, which is the most classical model in recent years.

Breath, the most beautiful flying broomstick. At the same time, it is also the fastest flying broomstick!"

"So this is the latest Comet 180?" Xiwen looked at the proud expression on Abu's face. He almost didn't write "praise me" on his face, so he had to praise him silently.

A field.

After hearing Xiwen's question, Abu nodded with satisfaction, and solemnly removed the last layer of packaging from the broom - an antique flying broom appeared in front of Xiwen and others.

"It's indeed pretty." Mobley took a look and said to Abu. "But I don't care, I don't want to fall from the sky again."

Gomez also took a look, and then turned his head away with little interest. After all, he couldn't afford such a flying broomstick!

Abu finally looked at Sivan with hopeful eyes, hoping that he would express his desire to accompany him to the Quidditch pitch to try out the new broomstick.

"Oh, I have something to do with Dumbledore later. Sorry!" Xiwen ruthlessly broke Abu's hopeful eyes.

"Damn it, you guys are really a bunch of people without vision!!"

Abu shouted angrily.

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