HP: Let professors walk towards the light

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Soon, they were the only two left in the classroom. Snape continued to look at his book without saying a word. Even though Reina took her time to pack her things, she had already finished packing them and walked up to the podium.

"Professor, what can I do for you?"

Snape looked up and put the book down.

"Tallos...what do you think of Professor Quirrell...of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

Reina was stunned for a moment, obviously not thinking that Snape had kept her here on purpose just to ask such a question.

"Can I be honest, Professor Snape?"

"Of course, there's no one else here."

"Yes, professor. In fact, I think he is a very strange person. From the experiences he talked about in class, he has strong abilities, but he speaks stutteringly and is very unconfident. And I don't think the garlic smell on his body is to drive away vampires. The smell is too strong. I heard that he used to teach Muggle research, and it is rumored that some Muggles use particularly strong perfumes to cover up their body odor. Maybe he has some unspeakable secrets..."

"That's enough. He is your professor after all. Don't let me know that you continue to make assumptions about other professors in this way. Now, get out."

Snape interrupted Reyna and slid her out with a wave of his wand.

Just like that, that’s it?

“You were the one who asked me to tell the truth…” Reina muttered quietly, but she felt that today’s detention should not be that simple…

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"Merlin's red shorts! Why are there three Herbology classes a week? Isn't this just hard labor? I don't want to touch those dirty things in my life!"

"What's the next class?"

"Unfortunately, the next class is flying class with Gryffindor."

"It's Thursday already! So fast."

"Yes, tomorrow's Potions class means I'll have to spend the whole morning with those stupid lions again."

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After the Herbology class, Reina and a Hufflepuff boy were left behind to organize the supplies. When they arrived at the open space in front of the castle, the two houses had already lined up.

Reina had no choice but to face the gazes of her classmates, walk to Madam Hooch to explain the reason, and handed over Professor Sprague's note. Harry saw Reina and wanted to say hello to her. After being sorted into different colleges, they hardly saw each other, except for the Potions class last week, but Ron next to him stopped him immediately:

"She's a Slytherin, Harry! Have you forgotten how she and Snape fooled you last week? And she has a pretty good relationship with Malfoy, don't be fooled by her!"

"But before we..."

"Okay, be quiet for a minute kids. Now, hold your right hand over the broom handle and say 'up'."

Lena on this side was unaware of Ron's discussion and was observing the progress of other students, waiting for her chance to act.

"Up!" Harry's broom jumped instantly into his hands.

Draco followed closely behind, but he seemed to regret not being able to show off to Potter. After watching two or three more brooms leave the ground, Reina also concentrated on summoning her broom.

"Reina, it seems that you will be suitable for Quidditch, right? Would you like to consider joining the house team with me?" Draco looked at her with great surprise.

"In fact, although I like watching Quidditch, I'd rather not go by myself because I have a slight fear of heights. But I can go to watch you train." Although the most important reason is that Quidditch training will take up a lot of her time, it is true that she is indeed a little afraid of heights.

"That would be a shame! But even if you don't make the house team, I can still help Slytherin win the Quidditch Cup. But I heard that only those in the second year can join the Quidditch team."

No, Harry is not, Reina thought. She remembered that Harry was admitted to the house team as an exception in his first year, although Slytherin still won the Quidditch game at that time. In the end, because of Quirrell's incident, Dumbledore gave the trio extra points and they won the house cup that should have belonged to Slytherin.

The few points I worked so hard to get in class were finally surpassed by this method, and I was slapped in the face in public. I must have felt a little uncomfortable. Dumbledore is really incompetent.

Before, she was only studying her own problems and collecting information, and didn't often pay attention to these things.

"But our college has enough people. Even if you go in now, you will only be a substitute, and they won't let the first-year Tinker Bell go in." Harry said.

"That's true. But my father was also on the school team. He took me to watch the Quidditch World Cup. Have you seen it? I still remember that scene." Draco was obviously excited.

Reina thought about it and realized that no one in her family seemed to play Quidditch. Could it be that this was also a genetic factor?

As they chatted, they followed Madam Hooch's instructions and pushed off with their feet, preparing to take off.

I seem to have forgotten something...

"Come back, child!" Madam Hooch shouted, successfully diverting the two's attention.

Neville rushed up into the sky like a 100-mile sprint, then because of excessive fright, he slipped from the side of the broom and fell to the ground with a bang, and his broom flew towards the Forbidden Forest.

"hiss…"

It sounds painful. Neville broke his wrist and Madam Hooch wanted to send him to the hospital wing. Before leaving, she asked everyone to stay where they were and warned everyone not to play any tricks.

"Haha, did you see that big silly guy?" Draco laughed, causing the other little snakes to join in.

"Shut up! Malfoy."

"What, protecting Longbottom? Do you like that fat crying face, Patil?" Pansy Parkinson taunted.

Oh, right, the Memory Ball! Reina remembered that it was Longbottom's Memory Ball that caused the conflict between Harry and Draco, which indirectly led to Harry being admitted to the Quidditch team as an exception!

Damn, where is it? Reina searched on the grass. It would be great if she could find it, but with everyone gathered around, it was not an easy task.

"Look!"

Well, Draco never disappoints when it comes to picking fights...

"That idiot Longbottom's grandmother gave it to him."

He picked up the memory ball from the ground, and it sparkled in the sunlight.

"Give it to me, Malfoy!" Harry whispered.

The scene fell silent. The red and green factions were facing each other, and a war was about to break out. Lena held her forehead with her hand. As expected.

"What do you think, Potter, if I put him, in a - tree - for Longbottom to pick up?" Draco smiled cunningly.

"bring here!"

"Come and get it, Potter!" Draco got on his broom and flew directly to a tree.

His skills were indeed very good, and he was confident enough. However, Harry was not a person who could stand the test of time, so he also grabbed his broom and prepared to take off.

"No!" Hermione shouted, "Ms. Hooch told us not to move - you'll cause trouble for everyone!" Reina also quickly stretched out her hand, intending to step forward to stop Harry and call Draco down.

Unexpectedly, the accident happened in an instant.

Someone pushed Reina, and she fell heavily to the ground without paying attention. There was no grass to cushion her fall, and her arm was bleeding a lot. Harry didn't pay attention to this, as he had already flown into the air to confront Draco.

"What! You actually took action, and Talros didn't do anything! I'm going to tell the dean that no matter who you are, you will be punished most severely!"

Pansy Parkinson carefully helped up the injured Rena. It was obvious that she had fallen quite hard. Rena frowned in pain and was still a little confused. She wondered if her luck had gotten worse and how come she got eaten by the melon again.

Draco, who was struggling with Harry in mid-air, saw this and became very angry, and Harry obviously did not expect such an accident.

"Is this what you brave Gryffindors do?"

"Of course not, Malfoy! Give the ball back!"

"You just want the ball, fine, go get it yourself!" Draco roared, threw the ball hard, and then quickly landed towards where the crowd was, and Harry went to chase the ball.

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"Reina! How are you?" Draco rushed over and saw Reina being surrounded and protected by the Slytherins. He glared at the slightly surprised Gryffindor opposite him.

"Who on earth is it? If you have the guts, come out and take responsibility for what you did!"

"I'm fine, Draco." Reina comforted him, "It's just a break in the skin, but the bleeding is a little scary."

At this time, Harry, also carrying the Memory Ball, was brought over by Professor McGonagall from not far away. He looked a little disheveled.

"What happened here, and Potter, you almost broke your neck because of your unauthorized actions! I hope you can explain it to me." Professor McGonagall's face turned black.

"Professor McGonagall! Talros is injured, and it was caused by these despicable Gryffindors!" Pansy reported immediately and motioned to Professor McGonagall to look at Rena's arm.

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