some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 133 The Isolated Hermione
Regarding Dumbledore's various hints, Professor Snape was expressionless, and seemed not very interested in fancy things.

He thought it would be nice to organize everyone to brew potions while singing the school song, but Dumbledore obviously would not agree to this suggestion.

Snape refrained from speaking, but after a while, he finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and took a slow breath, but he was almost choked to death by the smell.

Snape quickly covered his nose with his robe, glanced at Professor Quirrell again, and swept the air in disgust.

Does this guy never take a shower?

Professor Snape shook his greasy hair, with disgust in his eyes.

He turned his gaze towards the auditorium again, and it happened to meet Harry.

"Oops!" Harry put his hand to his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Percy asked.

"No...it's nothing." The burning pain disappeared in an instant just like when it came.

What lingered was the feeling Harry got from the teacher's eyes, that the teacher, he felt, didn't like him at all.

Uncomfortable indeed, Snape stared into Harry's eyes, then glanced at his face in disgust.

He seemed to be watching a blowfly, and he was about to spit out the overnight meal.

Damn... why does she have such a face?

This face...is not worthy of such a pair of eyes!

Soon the dinner was declared over, and under the leadership of the prefect, everyone returned to the common room.

Ravenclaw has replaced a new door knocker, the one with only mechanical sound, which makes many little wizards extremely regretful, vowing to find the thief who stole the door knocker, and then kill him.

The new prefect, Penello, led the little wizards to visit the common room, performing Robert's duties last year.

She performed well tonight and was sought after by many students.

William has returned to his dormitory with bobo tea, and he needs to take a good rest.

Early the next morning, William got up from bed and went to the auditorium with Qiu.

One of Ravenclaw's classes is Transfiguration, and they have to take it with the little Hufflepuff wizards.

Professor McGonagall was known to be tough, and no one would want to be late to her class.

Many students were already seated at the Ravenclaw table, and everyone was still discussing last night's banquet.

The twin brothers waved to them, and the two sat directly at the Gryffindor table.

Professor McGonagall was handing out third-year schedules, and George helped Fred get a copy.

"What's our first class?" Fred was eating toast and couldn't look at the class schedule.

"The class of the old liar." George glanced at Professor McGonagall who was not far away, and whispered.

"Old liar... who is it?" Qiu asked doubtfully while holding a glass of milk.

"The old liar...is Professor Trelawney from the Divination class." Fred took a bite of his toast and said vaguely, "Haven't you guys heard the scary campus legends?"

"No." William shook his head.

"You should understand." George pursed his lips, and while Professor McGonagall was not paying attention, he secretly imitated her demeanor and way of speaking.

"I'm already in the second grade, and I will be choosing courses next year. This is a very important stage in magic education. After all, the fifth grade will take the ordinary witchcraft level test..."

Several people laughed, and Professor McGonagall glanced at them suspiciously.

"Okay, don't laugh, Professor McGonagall will be here soon," George said.

"Professor Trelawney predicts the death of a student every year. This is a terrible school legend."

"But it never came true," Fred shrugged, "Everyone knows she's an old liar, the kind who eats and drinks, and doesn't know why Dumbledore kept her.

I've always suspected that Professor Trelawney was his granddaughter. "

"Hey, don't be so mean, her prophecy has been fulfilled several times." George laughed. "She said the year before last that a professor would leave us forever, and Professor Robert died soon."

"Yeah, good luck," said Fred in an exaggerated tone.

"It doesn't matter whether she has real skills or not, but in her class, you only need to know how to lie to pass easily. These are what the seniors said." George said happily: "As for lying, we are masters, born !"

"That's right, apart from being easy to pass, taking a divination class also has many benefits." Fred said.

"As long as you attend her class, you can distract yourself and do what you want to do. You only need to predict that something will happen to you every night. It's very simple."

The twin brothers are teaching the collected information, and hope that William and Qiu will also take her class next year.

"Cedric, you also took the divination class?" Qiu asked.

Wherever there is Qiu, there is Cedric. He did not know when he came, and he is sitting next to Qiu, dipping the old godmother with bread leisurely.

Since Qiu bought it and William recommended it, Cedric took a spoon to spread layer after layer on the bread as a matter of course.

He really treats it like butter!
"I didn't take this course." Cedric took another piece of bread.

Unlike the twins, he doesn't need courses that are easy to pass, but only needs to choose courses that are useful to him.

He took several difficult courses.

Among them is the study of ancient runes.

William is also studying this course alone now, but he has been exposed to it in the time loop, and the progress is faster than Cedric's.

Cedric also chose plant texture studies, which helped in his wand crafting.

"You actually chose Muggle Studies." William looked at Cedric's class schedule in surprise.

Several people gathered around.

"Just interested." Cedric stuffed some butter into his Big Mac.

"Cedric, you want to learn how to get along with Muggles for someone's sake?" William laughed.

Qiu's parents were both Muggles, so this certain person naturally refers to Qiu.

"No, I just simply like Muggles."

Cedric shook his head calmly, but secretly gave William a thumbs up.

As expected of a good brother and a good wingman, he said everything he thought in his heart but was inconvenient to say.

At this moment, Hermione followed the Gryffindor students, carrying the small bag William had given her in her hand.

William made a small bag for the traceless stretching spell for several of them, which can store five cubic meters of space.

There are also such things in the sales list of Akali's mysterious store, and they are expensive.

After all, the Untrace Stretching Charm is a very high-end spell, not something that ordinary people can make.

Hermione sat down next to William, picked up a glass of milk, took out William's first grade notes, and began to study hard while eating.

"Hermione, I remember you don't have class in the morning?" William asked puzzled, "It's only the first day, why are you here so early?"

"I'm going to the library after dinner," Hermione said as a matter of course, "I heard that if you don't go early, there will be no seats. Would you like me to reserve a seat for you later?"

"It's not that exaggerated." William frowned slightly.

"Professor Dumbledore will be very pleased if the young wizards at Hogwarts are so eager to learn."

"By the way, who told you these words?"

"My roommate Lavender Brown told me last night." Hermione took a bite of the bun and tilted her head, "What's wrong?"

Uh... William suddenly found out that this little girl had been isolated all night after she came to school.

And she hasn't noticed yet.

poor baby.

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