I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Rove and Shirley didn't talk about Helena anymore, but walked into the library, but just after entering, it felt that this place was different from before.

It's noisy!

In the past, the library kept absolute silence, not to mention chatting, even making a slight noise would be stared at by Mrs. Pince as death.

But today it is noisy here, like a vegetable market.

A group of students gathered around the entrance of the restricted area, clamoring to get in. Mrs. Pince was waving a feather duster to stop everyone, and sternly reprimanded:

"You all get out quickly!"

Rove and Shirley found Hermione in the corner of the library and sat down beside her. Shirley said curiously:

"What's going on?"

Hermione, who was writing hard at her desk, stopped her quill, raised her head and smiled at the girl with ponytails:

"Didn't Professor Moody talk a lot about black magic in class? Those black magics are only recorded in detail in books in the restricted area. They want to go in and check them out."

"If they want to enter the restricted area, shouldn't they ask the teacher for their autograph?" Shirley asked in confusion as she took out her homework:

"Stop here, Mrs. Pince can't let them in."

"That's right." Hermione shook her tired wrist, and said softly, "But it's impossible for any teacher to sign it."

This is the truth. I asked you why you went to the restricted area. You said to study the Unforgivable Curse, and by the way, look at the basic principles of the Fiercefire Curse.

Not to mention signing, the teacher may have to focus on the psychological state of the students, and remind the students' roommates...don't sleep too hard at night!

The students didn't have a signature slip, so they had to be stuck in the restricted area, thinking of playing hard on Mrs. Pao Pince together.

But Mrs. Pince was not a vegetarian either. She waved a feather duster and used the thirty-six-way witch stick technique to drive the students away.

The library finally quieted down.

"If you ask me, Professor Moody should teach textbook magic."

Hermione was obviously not satisfied with Moody's teaching, she pursed her lips and frowned:

"Everyone's foundation is still very weak, and textbooks are the teaching method step by step. Is it really good to let everyone get in touch with black magic so early?

No, I'm going to write to Professor Moody and remind him of this! "

Hermione's serious expression, the youthful version of Professor McGonagall, Rove and Shirley looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Hermione couldn't hold back her expression anymore, her cheeks puffed up, she stared at the two of them, and murmured indistinctly:

"What are you two laughing at, write a letter with me!"

"I don't write. I think Professor Moody teaches very well."

Rove waved his hand and glanced at Hermione who was writing just now. The girl quickly reached out to cover the parchment, but he had probably seen it.

""Toxic Magic", "Deciphering Advanced Black Magic", "The Burning of Demon Fire", "Cursed and Cursed"..." Rove laughed:

"Hermione, you are against learning black magic, why are you planning to borrow so many books on black magic?"

Hermione blushed and said, "I'm not here to finish Professor Moody's homework?"

"Professor Moody is going to let us experience the Imperius Curse one by one. If we don't know in advance, we will definitely make a fool of ourselves in front of the whole class."

Rove thought for a while and said softly, "If you don't want to make a fool of yourself, I can help."

"How can I help?"

Xue Li looked at the young man and suddenly said, "Are you trying to use the Imperius Curse on us?"

"That's right." Rove nodded, "I will use the Imperius Curse on you first, you can feel it, and then use your own will to resist.

Try it a few more times and you won't make a fool of yourself in class. "

"How did you know the Imperius Curse?" Hermione was taken aback.

"Didn't I tell you that?" Rove shrugged. "A thousand years ago, these magics were not banned. Hogwarts even taught black magic. I learned from Hufflepuff for a while."

"How is it?" Rove looked at the two girls with a smile in his eyes. "Do you want to try it?"

Shirley nodded without hesitation, and said softly, "Yes."

Hermione squinted her eyes and looked at the smiling young man. She always felt that he had malicious intentions, but she still hummed a few times and said:

"Try it and try it!"

Hermione asked again: "Are you going to practice tonight?"

"Not tonight." Rove shook his head, "I'm not free."

"No time?" Hermione looked at Rove suspiciously, and muttered in her heart, "It must be going to the Forbidden Forest!"

The three of them slumped on the table and wrote their homework for a while, then left the library and went to the auditorium for dinner.

After dinner, each went back to the lounge.

As the dorm lights went out, Shirley lay in bed, tossing and turning under the thin linen comforter, unable to sleep.

The night outside the window was thick, and she heard the soft sound of raindrops hitting the window, which made her unable to sleep even more.

The girl hesitated for a long time, but she still couldn't help but get up, ready to go to the library to take a look... just take a look.

she told herself so.

After making sure her roommates were asleep, Shirley quickly put on her robe, casually tied her ponytail into a ponytail, picked up her wand, and tiptoed through the upper rooms of the castle and down the spiral staircase.

Entering Ravenclaw's common room, there were still some embers flickering in the fireplace, and the armchairs seemed to have turned into groups of dark shadows with a dim light.

"It's so late, where are you going, Miss Swinton?" A voice suddenly sounded from a dark corner.

"Night tours will deduct points!"

Shirley was taken aback, and immediately pulled out her wand and pointed it in the direction of the fireplace. The man smiled and said:

"Shirley, don't attack...it's me."

A person stood up from the sofa and looked over with a smile on his face. The girl was stunned for a while, and then said pleasantly:

"Rolf, why are you here?"

The boy didn't answer, but asked instead: "You're not sleeping in the dormitory, where are you going?"

"I..." Xue Li blushed, and forced herself to calm down, "I'll see if the fire in the fireplace has gone out."

"Shirley," Rove blinked and said, "When you lie, you always wrinkle your nose secretly."

Xue Li's face became even redder. She stared at the young man and asked back, "Aren't you going to find the secret room with Helena? Why are you here?"

"Wait for you." Rove smiled and said, "I said I would take you with me."

"What if I don't come out?" Shirley asked.

"I went into your dormitory to look for you." Rove smiled brightly, "Get you out of bed!"

The girl with the ponytail bit her lip and stared at Rove, both aggrieved and happy. She suddenly ran towards the boy and threw herself into his arms.

The two fell on the soft sofa, stretched out their arms to each other, tangled up, and rolled several times on the sofa.

Luo Fu hugged Shirley's soft figure, sniffed it hard, and said softly: "You obviously want to go, why do you insist on not going?"

Shirley hugged Rove tightly, put her head on his shoulder, put her nose against his neck, and murmured, "Sorry."

"It's enough to just apologize? Don't do this again in the future, you know? Find a fight!"

Rove slapped Shirley's round buttocks lightly, and she felt numbness in her buttocks.

The ponytail girl's face was flushed, and her breathing was rapid. She raised her head and looked at Luo Fu. Her eyes were as blurred and hazy as ink paintings, and she said clearly one by one:

"Rove, go ahead, there is no one else here!"

Shirley couldn't speak anymore, because Rove had already blocked her little mouth.

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