People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Fortunately, Professor Binns did not hold on to it. He opened his lesson plan and started a new round of reading from the script.

Afro put down her hand in embarrassment. She really hadn't thought that one day she would fail! If she had known, she wouldn't have written that paragraph! She thought that the information was obscure and no one would know it!

The sleepy little wizards would occasionally wake up to copy the blackboard notes or circle a date on a book, and then continue to sleep on the table.

However, sometimes a quiet child is not a good thing.

Afro, who was still immersed in "the material I borrowed was written by my teacher", Harry, who was pondering "what exactly is the Chamber of Secrets", and Ron, who was sleeping soundly on the table, did not notice that Hermione, who was sitting between them, raised her hand high.

Professor Binns looked up from the boring textbook and saw Hermione raised her hand. He was stunned for a moment and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

It is rare to see students raise their hands to speak in his class.

"Ok?"

"Professor, I wonder if you could tell me about the Chamber of Secrets?"

Ron woke up briefly and suddenly got up from the table when he heard Hermione's words. In panic, his elbow hit Hermione who was sitting on his left. Hermione was pushed and bumped into Harry. Harry, who had an unstable center of gravity, hit his head directly on Aphrodite's shoulder.

Afro, who was sitting on the outside, took the brunt of the series of collisions and was almost knocked off his chair!

STRIKE! Grand Slam! (A term for bowling balls that have all been knocked down)

Draco, who happened to be sitting behind Afro, reached out and grabbed a few strands of Harry's hair sticking up behind his head and pulled him off the girl!

The sleepy little wizards in the classroom woke up instantly. They folded their arms, sat up straight, and stared at Professor Binns with bright eyes, as well-behaved and serious as primary school students in their first class.

Reality show: If you tell me this, I won’t be sleepy anymore!

"My class is called History of Magic, not anecdotes!" Binns blinked, cleared his throat, and continued to read from the book in a voice like a broken gong, "In September of the same year..."

Hermione, who was determined to get to the bottom of things, did not put her hand down. Instead, her fingers were about to poke through the ceiling.

"Miss Granger?"

"But doesn't history all begin with legends?"

Afro was sure that no student had ever dared to do this in Binns' class! Whether alive or dead!

At this moment, a small paper crane flew towards Afro and landed steadily on the book she had opened. Afro picked up the paper crane and looked back, and her eyes met with Draco's smiling eyes.

Draco made an "open it" gesture with his hand in the air, and Afro, who trusted him completely, opened the paper crane. On the folded side, there was a picture of Afro almost falling down just now!

The stickman, who had lost control of his facial expression, was scrambling to steady his body, his arms leaving afterimages.

Very good! The dragon roars!

Afro gritted his teeth, crumpled the paper into a ball with one hand, and threw it hard on the table. The white paper ball bounced twice on the table, and a perfect curve passed over the head of the student sitting in the front row, and accurately passed through Professor Binns' soul.

Perfect three-pointer!

Unfortunately, there was no cheering from the fans, only an eerie silence.

Afro looked down to see if there was a crack in the ground, or maybe she wanted to sail away tonight.

She can't stay in this school for even a day!

Professor Binns ignored the note and Avro's attempt to escape the planet, staring at Hermione as if he didn't know the student.

"But what you said is absurd and nonsense, and even more shocking..."

He stared blankly at the unfamiliar faces in the classroom. His dazed expression was very similar to that of Afro's university teachers in his previous life, whose names and faces could never match those of his students.

Or maybe he was struck by the interest shown by the little wizards.

"Okay." Professor Binns' almost transparent body floated up, and he spoke slowly, making their hearts rise and fall with his speed.

"We all know that Hogwarts was founded by four great wizards..."

"Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff."

Hermione rattled off the names of four wizards.

Binns half opened his mouth, his brain began to delay, "Yes, yes. But after a while, some differences arose between them."

Binns paused for a moment, swallowing his dry throat. He floated back to the blackboard and pouted like a Shar-Pei.

"Rumor has it that Slytherin built a secret chamber in the school, but it was closed when he left the school. Many people have tried to find the secret chamber, but all have failed..."

"What's in the secret room?" a little lion whispered his doubts.

The window was blown open by a gust of wind, and the wooden glass window was knocked against the wall, making a "ding-ding-bang-bang" sound. The wind whistled as it blew through the window slits, and an uneasy atmosphere filled the classroom.

"A terrifying presence."

The eerie atmosphere coupled with Binns's sinister tone made it even more terrifying.

A chill ran up the little wizards' spines, causing the hair on their bodies to stand up, making it difficult to breathe.

"Okay! I tell you! The secret room does not exist! The monster does not exist either!" Binns suddenly raised his voice, and the sharp and boring voice pulled them back to the boring classroom.

The little wizards sitting in their seats looked at each other in bewilderment.

The brief anecdote did not save the boring class, and Binns was unwilling to bring up the topic again. He forced himself to resume normal teaching activities.

After the History of Magic ended, the four of them walked together towards the Great Hall.

"I think Slytherin is a fool!" Ron said to them his innermost thoughts while dodging students playing and fighting in the corridor.

Hermione nodded in agreement, but Harry remained silent, like a teammate who had lost connection due to poor signal.

"Weasley! Who are you calling a fool?"

You can tell who it is by the voice.

Ron glanced disdainfully at Draco, who always had two followers with him, and walked past him with his chin raised.

The tall and strong Goyle and Crabbe stood in front of Ron, looking as if they would not let him pass until he explained clearly.

Ron stared at them unyieldingly, determined to never give up.

"What are you doing?"

Snape crossed his fingers in front of his abdomen, his gloomy eyes swept across everyone's face, finally falling on Afro.

"Don't you know that you can't just stay in the corridor?" He walked lightly in front of Afro and Harry and said without any emotion.

Harry tried to move sideways in front of Aphrodite, but was laughed at by Snape.

"Mr. Potter had better go about his business, and Miss Campbell please come to my office."