HP Magic Biography

Before breakfast the next day, Harry and Ron met Hermione and Van Lin in the common room. They saw that everyone was there. In order to find some substantive evidence for his theory, Harry couldn’t wait to put himself at Hogwarts. All the words overheard from Malfoy on the express train were told to everyone.

"He's obviously showing off to Parkinson, isn't he?" Ron said before Hermione could speak.

"Well," she said uncertainly, "I don't know... It looks like Malfoy wants to say that he is more important than reality... but this lie is too big..."

"That's it," Harry said, but he couldn't continue, because so many people were trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, let alone how many people were staring at him and whispering behind him.

It seemed that Malfoy had done something for Voldemort again, and Harry's words could only be more certain of Fanlin's thoughts.

"Let’s not talk about it yet." Fanlin said, "No matter what Malfoy intends to do, there is no doubt that there are actually quite a few Voldemort supporters at Hogwarts. They come from Death Eater. Family, but Dumbledore obviously doesn’t intend to do anything to them. Even Voldemort used to go to school here, right?"

Hearing words like Voldemort not only made people shiver, the eavesdroppers...

"It's impolite to point," Ron yelled at a particularly small first-year boy as they joined the team preparing to climb out of the portrait hole. The boy who was muttering Harry with his friend blushed quickly and fell out of the portrait hole in panic. Ron chuckled.

Obviously, he experienced Percy's fun, and he was righteous...

"I love to be a sixth grader. And we will have a lot of free time this year. You can sit here and relax the whole time."

"We need to spend this time studying, Ron!" Hermione said as they set off toward the corridor.

"Yes, but not today." Ron said, "I think we should have a good night's sleep today."

"Stop!" Hermione stretched out her arm to stop a passing fourth grader. The man clutched a gray-green disc tightly in his hand and tried to pass her. "The Fanged Frisbee is forbidden to carry, hand it in."

Hermione told him sternly. The boy handed over the barking Frisbee with a grimace, went under Hermione's arm and followed his friend away.

As soon as Ron waited for him to disappear, he immediately pulled the Frisbee from Hermione's hand. "Awesome! I always wanted this!"

Hermione's protest was overwhelmed by a burst of giggles; Lavender Brown apparently found Ron's words very interesting. She walked past them with a smile, then glanced back at Ron. Ron seemed satisfied with himself.

Well, if it is possible, Fanlin always thinks that something will happen in this, but in fact, in the Christmas ball year, the first target for Ron was Lavender, but Lavender didn’t. Did not agree.

"I think, Ron, maybe you can think about it."

"Considering what?"

"Spend time to talk about a relationship, I think there may not be much time left for us." Fanlin said.

"Oh, forget it, like you and Hermione?" Ron looked at Fanlin and Hermione with a look of contempt. It was obvious that the two people getting along had caused Ron a lot of harm.

The ceiling of the auditorium is quiet blue, dotted with thin slender clouds. It's like the square sky they see through the high skylight. While enjoying the porridge, eggs, and ham, Harry and Ron told Fanlin and Hermione the embarrassing conversation they had with Hagrid the night before.

"But he can't really think that we want to continue the magical creature protection class!" Hermione looked a little distressed. "I mean, when has any of us ever shown...you know...a little bit of enthusiasm?"

"But here is the problem, isn't it?" Fanlin swallowed an omelette in one bite. "We worked the hardest in class because we liked Hagrid. But he thought we liked this...well, a slightly stupid class. This gave Hagrid an illusion, a kind of... anyway...you Who would expect someone to continue learning NEWT in this course? Oh, of course, there are, but that was a long time ago, and he is also the author of the book on the protection of magical animals, um, of course, not that club Biting, but the other person is now in America. Obviously, Dumbledore didn't invite him back..."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione did not answer; but the answer was already obvious. They clearly knew that no one in this grade would want to continue the class of protecting magical creatures.

When Hagrid left the table ten minutes later, they avoided his gaze and responded casually to his cheerful wave of hands.

After eating, they sat there waiting for Professor McGonagall to come down from the staff table. The work of distributing the timetable this year is more complicated than before, because Professor McGonagall must first confirm that everyone has reached the required O.W.L.s level in the N.E.W.T course of their choice.

This is good news. In view of the previous achievements of Fanlin and Hermione, Hogwarts said that they can directly report to N.E.W.T...

This gave Fanlin a lot of effort. In fact, only Hermione was studying seriously during the whole vacation, and Fanlin was more in a frenzy of playing with alchemy, but in fact, Hogwar There is no subject about alchemy, which caused Fleur to ridicule, saying that Fanlin is more like a student of Busbarton, and also said that Gabriel missed him and Hermione very much.

However, it is not wrong to say that it is a student of Boothbat, and Nicolémae learns alchemy, and Nicolémae alone can represent the entire Boothbatten. There is nothing to dispute.

However, in addition to the latter, the previous words made Ginny and Hermione very angry.

What is the student of Busbarton, oh, well, Furong is one, she is still so... unpleasant?

Under the instruction of Professor McGonagall, although this made Hermione a little discouraged, because there was no test to prove her ability, but considering that Hermione's grades have been excellent in all subjects since admission to the present, this seems not Not that important.

Hermione recovered quickly, and then decided to continue to study spells, defense against the dark arts, polymorphism, herbal medicine, arithmetic, divination, ancient magic and potions, so she immediately went to the first place. An ancient magic text.

Fanlin felt a bit...well, as he grew older, Fanlin soon discovered that he was not a hard-working person by nature. It can be said that a patient with advanced lazy cancer, if not for the spur of Comrade Lao Fu And a lot of troubles, Fanlin felt that Xianyu's life was pretty good.

Work or something, it is impossible to work at work, so I probably just rely on holding my thighs to support myself...

"Are you sure?" Professor McGonagall looked at Fan Lin Shao's poor course on the timetable. "Spell class, Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Transfiguration?"

"Uh..." Fanlin felt a little guilty, "Uh, there is another ancient magic text, I forgot to add it just now."

"Okay, the ancient magic text also has potions and herbal medicine classes, right?" Professor McGonagall looked at Fanlin quietly.

"No...no problem..." Fanlin was crying sadly...

Neville will take longer to organize; when Professor McGonagall lowered his head to look at his application while checking the O.W.L.s results, his round face showed a worried look.

"Herb class, good," she said. "Professor Sprout will be very happy to see you return to her class with an'excellent' OWLs score, and you can continue to study Defense Against the Dark Arts because your score is'exceeding expectations'. But the problem is in Transfiguration. I'm sorry, Longbottom, a'pass' is really not good enough. You can't continue to study the NEWT level course. I just don't think you can handle this course."

Neville dropped his head. Professor McGonagall stared at him through her square glasses. "However, why do you want to continue to learn Transfiguration? In my impression, you don't particularly like it."

Neville looked painful, and he murmured something that sounded like "My grandma hopes."

"Huh," Professor McGonagall snorted. "Your grandma should have learned to be proud of her grandson a long time ago, not for what she thought her grandson should be—especially after all that happened at Hogwarts."

Neville blushed and blinked in confusion; Professor McGonagall had never praised him before.

"I'm sorry, Longbottom, I can't let you into my N.E.W.T class. However, I saw that you got'exceeded expectations' in the spell class-why not try the N.E.W.T level spell class?"

"Grandma feels boring in the spell class," Neville murmured.

"Then take the curse class," Professor McGonagall said, "I will write to Augusta to remind her that she cannot decide that this course is worthless just because she herself failed the OWLs exam for the curse class. Did you choose the spell lesson?” She smiled at Neville’s doubtful face, took a blank timetable and tapped it with a magic wand, and then handed it to him. At this time, the details were already detailed. His new courses were written all over.

Professor McGonagall turned to Parvati Pettil, and her first question was whether Ferenze—the handsome horseman—is still teaching divination.

"He and Professor Trelawney co-taught this class this year," Professor McGonagall said in a slight disapproval; everyone knew she looked down on divination.

"The sixth grade class is taught by Professor Trelawney." Five minutes later, Parvati looked dejected and set off for the divination class.

"Then, Potter, Potter..." Professor McGonagall turned to Harry as he checked the record. "The spell class, the defense against the dark arts, the herbal medicine class, the polymorph...I must say that I am very satisfied with your polymorph score, Potter, very satisfied. Then, why don't you apply to continue studying magic? What about the medicine class? I remember your ambition is to be an Auror?"

"Yes, but you told me that O.W.L.s must be'excellent', professor."

"Professor Snape was like this when he took this course. However, Professor Slughorn is willing to accept students who get'exceeded expectations' in the O.W.L.s exam. Do you want to continue to study potions?"

"Uh... yes," Harry said quickly. There were already examples of Fanlin before, and the course immediately doubled. Harry didn't want to add an ancient magic text or something, "but I didn't buy a magic The textbooks and ingredients for the medicine class..."

"I'm sure Professor Slughorn can lend you some," said Professor McGonagall. "Very good, Potter, here is your class schedule. Oh, by the way-20 people have signed up to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I will give you the list according to the predetermined procedure. You can pick an empty place to arrange selection."

After a few minutes Ron was set, the same as Harry's class, so they both left the table together.

In fact, there was Fanlin, but after the temporary increase of the magic text class, Fanlin had already chased Hermione out.

"Look," Ron looked at the schedule happily, "It's okay now, not after the break in the morning... It's still not after lunch... That's great."

The two of them returned to the common room, where there was nothing but a dozen seventh-graders, and Katie Bell was also there. She was the last remaining team when Harry joined the Quidditch team in the first grade. One member.

"I knew you would get it, good job," she said loudly, pointing to the captain's badge on Harry's chest. "Tell me when you plan to start the selection!"

"Don't be silly," Harry said. "You don't have to participate in the selection. I have watched you play for five years..."

"You can't start that," she admonished him. "It's not known that someone outside the team played better than me. The captain only uses old faces or shields his friends to come in. This is how a good team is destroyed..."

Hearing this, Ron looked a little uneasy, and he started playing the Fanged Frisbee that Hermione had confiscated from the fourth grader. It was circling the common room, roaring and trying to bite the tapestries.

Crookshanks stared at it closely with its yellow eyes, hissing when it approached. An hour later, they reluctantly left the sun-lit common room and went down four floors to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Hermione and Fanlin were already lined up outside, holding a pile of books with a cheated expression on their faces.

"Our ancient magic text class has so many homework assignments," she said anxiously when she saw Harry and Ron approaching. "A 5-inch-long paper, two translations, and I have to read these by Wednesday!"

"It's a pity~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ron yawned. "You wait," Hermione said bitterly. "I bet Snape will arrange a lot for us. "

"Oh, don't, Hermione..." Fanlin said with a headache. "By the way, there are so many magic texts that can build a magic circle. The ghost knows why there are so many more things. We don't do archaeology. Now I only I hope Professor Snape will not give us too many things. This is definitely a rhythm that makes people mentally explode."

"Oh, it's impossible." Harry said without hesitation. "If it weren't for this class to be very important, I wouldn't... By the way, is Professor Slughorn's potions very strong, Fanlin?"

"Yes, but I would rather study it by myself. Alchemy is not much different from this. It's just the nature of herbs. Anyway, I don't like to go..."

"You can't be like this, Fanlin." Hermione hated iron and steel. "As the chairman of the Boys Student Union, you have to be active, I mean..."

The door to the speaking room opened, and Snape walked into the hallway, two greasy black hair draped around the sides of the dish-colored face. Everyone in the line immediately fell silent.