Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

At night, on the Huberian bridge.

"It's very simple, let yourself be the light in the dark..."

Elena smiled slightly, looked at the flame in the eyes of the girl who looked like her, and said softly.

"In two days, Hogwarts will start school. Not surprisingly, I will become the least popular outsider in one of the academies, but this is not a headache-if ​​you It is a light source in the dark, people will naturally gather in the direction where you are... and all you need to do is to keep going..."

"Then, Miss Ivanovic."

Elena flipped her wrist casually, and then tossed a silver metal badge.

"You now have a choice, take this badge, join the Special Containment Procedures Foundation, become one of the sparks that gather around me, follow in my footsteps to change the world-or -"

Elena stood up, her small body casting a huge shadow on the wall under the light curtain.

...

"Shadow...shadow?"

Irina returned to her senses and took a deep look at the second-grader with pale blond hair next to her.

In yesterday’s shadow prefect challenge, she noticed that Miss Lifa had looked at the boy several times and seemed to have been expecting him to participate in the selection. However, until the end of the "school opening ceremony", he did not have any action.

By comparison, the two sturdy boys behind Draco were even more noticeable.

"Moonlight Seven, really a good title... I understand."

Irina Ivanovich nodded, looked at the bright red dip in front of him, and replied softly.

"I heard... At this time last year, a team of freshmen swept across the colleges appeared in Hogwarts, and you are one of them. I hope to know how to inherit this tradition before the first flight class. Way..."

"As you wish, this is not a complicated matter-I will give you a list before Wednesday."

Draco Malfoy raised his mouth and stood up, tapping his fingers on the dinner plate beside the girl.

"And before that, dear Miss Ivanovich, I hope you will enjoy the food of Slytherin College. If you want to be the shadow of'her', a shadow prefect alone is far from enough I recognize..."

"Thank you for your suggestion, Mr. Malfoy."

Irina took a deep breath, and in the malicious gazes of the senior Slytherin students, she stretched out her silver spoon to scoop a small amount of bright red chili sauce and placed it on the tip of her tongue. Chewing, as if tasting dessert.

As a wizard, with preparation, it is almost impossible to lose his temper in such a place.

Unlike Harry, Ron, or even Draco, Irina, who was born in Ivanovic’s family, has accepted the old Ivanovic’s magic since she first revealed her magical talent. Teaching-You know, the Kordos Doris School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the initiator of the "Golden Crucible" competition. It's too simple to taste potions and magic materials.

After a few seconds, Irina put down the spoon, picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth gracefully.

"The taste is not bad, at least it is a normal thing. It is much better than the secretion of the awn. In return, I will also give you a small piece of advice or suggestion-if you don't want to be expelled. , Then next time you see me in public, I hope you can remember to call me prefect... D-class investigator, Mr. Malfoy."

"In Slytherin College, forgetting the other's status and authority is a very noticeable thing."

After Irina finished speaking, she finished her breakfast in twos and stood up and said goodbye to the surrounding senior students.

Immediately afterwards, the girl led a group of Slytherin freshmen past the Gryffindor table, generously towards a red-haired girl who had almost finished breakfast, and was watching her with a vigilant face. , Said with a smile.

"It's almost time, Ginny, let's go to the field outside the castle for training together..."

"Hmm—" Ginny Weasley looked at Irina with some caution, but did not respond.

And beside her, several other Weasley boys stopped talking almost instantly, frowned, and looked strangely at the little guy in the silver-green Slytherin robe, calmly. Exchanged his eyes.

In fact, with Irina's voice, almost the entire Gryffindor and Slytherin College was quiet a bit.

"I remember you, you are—"

Percy Weasley frowned, trying to remember yesterday's sorting house, slowly said.

"Irina, Irina Ivanovic, Prefect Weasley."

Irina took Percy Weasley's words naturally, and replied with a smile.

"Thanks to Mr. Weasley’s help, I was able to reach Hogwarts smoothly. My father and I have always wanted to express our gratitude to your father, but there is no contact address for your home, so I can only ask you to be here a little abruptly. Conveyed it."

"Dad? Are you friends of Daddy?" Ginny Weasley asked curiously.

"No, I just took a flying... vehicle modified by Mr. Weasley."

Irina Ivanovich shook her head, and said softly in a very natural way according to what Irina had prompted.

"Transportation?" Percy Weasley was stunned, with a look of confusion in his eyes.

"It can fly-ah, I get it! Isn't it cool!"

At this moment, Fred Weasley stood up a little excited, and said with a look of envy.

"Dad has always been reluctant to let me and George touch, but we both know that it is absolutely cool, absolutely very powerful-it is a pity that the whole summer vacation has passed, we still haven't found a chance..."

"Okay, if you don't want to be chopped into pieces by your mother, it's best not to use this brain."

George Weasley glanced at his brother, then turned his head to look at Irina, his eyes became cordial.

"Speaking of which, did you really fly? Where did you go from? What's it like?"

"This... you know where I came from... As for more, I promised not to say..."

Irina looked at the red-haired boys who surrounded her for a moment, and spread their hands helplessly.

"This situation is a bit complicated, you know, Ministry of Magic... I advise you to write to Mr. Weasley directly. After all, I don’t know what to say and what not to say... I don’t want to cause trouble for Mr. Weasley. ..."

"Understood, understood—"

"Wow—it's so cool—"

The Weasley twin brothers exchanged glances, revealing a tacit expression.

Worthy of being their father. As for what Irina said, they don’t have any doubts. Even their mother doesn’t know the mystery of the old Ford parked in the backyard of the house. This in itself is an insurance. Up.

"So..."

Charlie Weasley glanced at his brothers with a gentle smile.

Unlike these little guys who are still in school, after graduating from Hogwarts, Charlie Weasley has come into contact with all kinds of wizards, and due to the relationship between the fire dragon research, the pure blood wizards who deal with him are not a minority. .

Because of this, he knew very well that the wizards of Slytherin College were mostly normal wizards just like them.

"Ginny, don't be shy...Didn't you always want to make friends at Hogwarts?"

Charlie Weasley patted his little sister on the head, and took the initiative to put Ginny's hand in Irina's hand.

"We are students of Gryffindor. This kind of hesitation is not enough-let's go, you go to the venue first, I will come over later, I remember like our group of older students returning to school, first I will be with you for a week."

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At the end of the auditorium, the long table of the faculty seat~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I think we have nothing to argue about for the four colleges to attend classes together—"

Dumbledore turned his head and glanced at Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall beside him.

"It turns out that Miss Kaslana is not a special case."

The old wizard gently pushed the spectacle frame, and let out a long breath, a smile appeared on his face.

"The children are behaving much better than us. Times have indeed changed. As school educators, I think we can also start to try to abandon some prejudices and return Hogwarts to the intimacy and beauty of the school. The original intention."

"You are right..." Professor McGonagall nodded and said with some emotion.

"Of course, that's our shadow prefect..." A smile appeared on Snape's mouth, and then in Dumbledore's calm gaze, the conversation turned and he continued very naturally, "Gryffindor also Yes, so is Hufflepuff..."

"Humph." Professor McGonagall snorted softly in his nose, and did not choose to dismantle the platform at this time.

At the same time, the freshman team not far away moved again.

The golden-red robe and the silver-green robe gathered together and walked towards the nearby Hufflepuff table.

A little further away, there are some little wizards in sky blue robes who are turning their heads, watching the flow of people curiously and expectantly. Some of them have finished breakfast and stood up nervously, not knowing if they should. Leave or stay.

At the end of this journey, a little witch with silver hair quietly cut the food on the plate.

It seems that everything has nothing to do with her.

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