Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Quidditch's popularity continued until the second week, and everyone was still discussing it.

At noon on Thursday, Hermione was sitting at the table with a thick notebook reading.

Many students gathered around her, like believers.

Hermione was holding "The Origin of Quidditch" all day, and William saw that she was very nervous, so he sorted out Quidditch notes a bit.

There are his skills in playing the ball, as well as the tactical points that are constantly collected.

Xueba's notes are always the most urgent strategic materials, especially before the exam.

In the afternoon, Gryffindor will have the first flying lesson in the first grade. Everyone can't wait to take it 24 hours a day.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, it's always a schoolmaster's notes. Even if it pretends, it can only provide psychological comfort.

It is much more reliable than the teacher's so-called "the whole book is the focus" and "I went to the test site".

Everyone thought so. Many first-year wizards surrounded her and listened carefully to Hermione's reading.

The girl was struck up, like an excellent representative of Chinese class.

Soon, a row of owls flew in.

Malfoy received a large package, and after he opened it, it was full of imported candies.

He showed off loudly and told Slytherin to be polite.

In fact, no one was really polite with him, and the package was only placed on the table for five seconds, and everyone rushed up and distributed all the candies.

It feels like I sent a red envelope, just clicked it, and found that the red envelope...had been received.

Pansy grabbed a heart-shaped chocolate and didn't mind sharing a piece with Malfoy, but was coldly rejected by the latter.

Not even a piece of candy was eaten. Although Malfoy felt distressed, he still flaunted:

"We have a lot of this kind of candy in our house. If you like to eat it, I will ask my dad to send it every day. Whoever is polite to me, I am anxious.

It's so pitiful, someone, let alone a gift, just a letter... can't receive one."

Malfoy turned his eyes towards Harry, as if to tell him on purpose.

William could hear Malfoy's voice from a distance.

He saw through the truth at a glance.

Malfoy was not so much showing off as it was suggesting Harry to ask him for candy.

It's a pity that Harry was unmoved, biting the pineapple cake bitterly, as if the cake was Malfoy's head.

Ron didn't pay attention to Harry's anomaly and was complaining loudly.

"I'm your own brother. I want to ride a flying broomstick for a while, so I need money?!"

"So we only charge you five cents, half the price." Fred said seriously.

"But I don't have five cents!"

"Then you just wait for the flight lesson in the afternoon and ride the school's light wheel 1700. That's also good." George laughed.

"You guys have made so much money, and you can buy the light wheel 2000, and Wuxi can still charge me?!"

Fred smiled and said, "Look at what you said, Wuxi is not money?"

Ron bit on the bread bitterly, as if they were twin brothers.

Neville, who was not far away, also received a gift, and Mrs. Longbottom sent a small package.

Neville opened with excitement, and inside was a glass ball, as if filled with white smoke.

"This is the memory ball!" Neville explained. "Grandma knows that I always have no memory-it will tell you if you have forgotten something."

"Look, you hold it tightly, like this, if it turns red-oh..."

Neville stretched his face suddenly, and the memory ball suddenly became red and shiny.

Neville tried desperately to remember what he had forgotten... No, he hadn't forgotten anything.

Rifle, who was far in the magic history classroom, was standing in front of the glass window, croaking desperately.

Gryffindor’s last class in the morning was the history of magic, and Rifle just squinted on the table for a while, and when he woke up, he found that no one was around.

The door of the classroom was locked, and Professor Bins dragged his transparent body through the wall and left. Only a clam remained, looking for Neville's figure blankly...

At this time in the restaurant, Neville was still desperately recalling.Just go to listen to www.97tingshu.com

Malfoy didn't know why, suddenly got up and left the Slytherin table.

He passed the dining table of Gryffindor Yard and slammed the memory ball from Neville's hand.

Harry and Ron jumped up, both seemingly wishing to fight Malfoy to vent their anger.

Malfoy also looked at Harry defiantly, completely ignoring Ron.

However, Professor McGonagall was always more keenly aware of something wrong than other teachers. She was still chatting with Dumbledore just now, and appeared at the table in the blink of an eye.

Hermione was surprised that she couldn't even read the book, and seemed interested in this ability to find the source of trouble quickly.

"What's the matter?" Professor McGonagall squinted.

"Malfoy grabbed my memory ball, professor." Neville said quickly.

Malfoy grumbled and quickly threw the memory ball back onto the table.

The strike-up plan-failed!

"Wait and see." He said and hurried away.

Neville still couldn't remember what he had lost. He cried and said, "Did I forget the map? It seems that I have lost it."

George raised his forehead slightly, "Navi, you lose the map at this rate, are you sure that the pocket money will be enough?"

The Neville map will be re-buy if it is lost, but William and the others are embarrassed to sell it.

People consume one card a year, and he consumes seven cards a week. This rate is too exaggerated.

"Or let William carve a map of Hogwarts on your knee?" Fred seriously suggested.

"That's a good idea." George laughed. "I heard William say that Dumbledore has a map of the London Underground engraved on his knee."

George's voice was so loud that many students heard it. They all looked at William, seemingly interested in this kind of breaking news.

So did Cho and Marietta.

William took a cup of black tea and sipped it.

"Don't look at me with that look, I haven't seen it again.

When I asked Dumbledore about the map last year, he told me.

He also asked me to make a better map. Don’t be extremely unfriendly to wizards like the complicated London Underground. I can’t find a place to go to the toilet..."

Although William said so, the fastest spread of Hogwarts is rumors.

Before class in the afternoon, there were rumors everywhere: Dumbledore drew a map of Hogwarts on his back, with tattoos on his chest, and he was a blond wizard.

If you love him, tattoo him on your chest!

Everyone made a promise, as if they saw it with their own eyes, even William believed it a bit.

In the afternoon, William and Qiu followed the army to the greenhouse. Professor Sprout was already standing at the door waiting for them.

Professor Sprout is a short witch, with a patched hat on her flowing hair, and a lot of dirt on her clothes.

Everyone likes her very much. She has a good temper and always makes some weird plants to open her eyes.

Professor Sprout is similar to Hagrid in a way, she likes those strange flowers and plants.

But she has a good grasp of the scale and will not get some particularly dangerous plants, which is completely different from Hagrid.

"Today is the third greenhouse!" Professor Sprout said.

They all stayed in the first greenhouse in the first grade, and only entered the third greenhouse for the first time last week.

The plants in the third greenhouse are more interesting and more dangerous.

Professor Sprout took a big key from his belt and opened the door.William smelled a scent of damp soil and fertilizer, with a rich floral fragrance.

Those flowers were as big as umbrellas and hung from the ceiling.

Professor Sprout lags behind and stops William.

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