HP Feathered Serpent Rebirth

Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom at Hogwarts, UK:

"Hey, do you know why the headmaster gave us a substitute class today?" Bryce said to his companions with a smile when Snape picked Gryffindor's thorns.

"Can you be more childish?" Pansy waved his fan.

"If you ask Gryffindor like this, they might 'think it over'." Draco snorted coldly.

"Werewolves...periodically," Nott replied lazily.

"Oh, Theodore, hello." Bryce hugged Nott violently.

"Hey! Let me go! You idiot." Nott twisted his body.

"Over there, what are you doing?" Snape glanced at the Slytherins.

Bryce quickly withdrew his hand and sat upright.

"Pfft—it's all right, sir." Draco replied with a smothered smile.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Snape didn't let them leave as in his previous life.

"Everyone write a paper for me on how to identify and kill werewolves. I ask you to fill two volumes of parchment on the subject, due Monday morning," said Snape.

The Gryffindors were still humming in dissatisfaction.

"Identify and kill werewolves..." In the library, Nott flipped through the textbook, "Is the hatred between Professor Snape and Professor Remus Lupine so deep?"

It's even deeper with Harry's father.Draco rolled his eyes and replied duplicity, "Who knows."

Knockturn Alley, UK:

"It's no surprise... Voldemort is now... at the Riddle Mansion?" Harry was thinking about his opponent's position as he headed towards Borgin Blog's dark magic shop.

"Mister... are you here again?" Borgin said to Harry with a mixture of surprise and helplessness.

"Today, I didn't come to disturb the situation." Harry smiled apologetically, but Borgin didn't notice that he was wearing a mask.

"Well, what do you want?" Borgin asked.

"Hand of Glory...do you still have it in your shop?" Harry asked.

"Yes, sir, do you need it?" Bojin nodded.

"Yeah, how much?" Harry asked.

"Ten Galleons," Borgin replied.

Harry nodded and took out Gallon.

Borgin handed Harry the box containing the Hand of Glory.

Years of habit made Harry open the box and examine it.

Bo Jin narrowed his eyes, "Sir, please believe in the quality of our store."

"Oh, sorry." Harry smiled.He really believed that in the sixth grade in his previous life, didn't the Death Eaters use Borgin Blog's disappearing cabinet to enter Hogwarts? "Hey, you guys have a disappearing cabinet here, right?"

"Oh, yes." Borgin nodded. "This disappearing cabinet is a pair. I haven't found the other one yet. Do you need it? Or...do you know his other one?"

"You don't need to know the specifics." Harry snorted coldly, "How many Galleons? I want it."

"50." Borgin replied.

Harry threw the purse to Borgin, cast a Shrinking Charm on the Vanishing Cabinet, and put it in his pocket.

"Goodbye, Borgin." Harry left.

"I really hope to never meet him again..." Borgin looked at Harry's back, "Is his magic really so powerful?"

Hogwarts Library, UK:

"Oh, Draco, I found you." Astoria Greengrass walked over.

"What's the matter? Astoria?" Draco raised his head and asked.

"Senior Flint is looking for you," Astoria replied, "in the Slytherin common room."

"About the Quidditch match?" Pansy interjected. "Looks like... tomorrow is the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match."

The author has something to say:

Happy Party Day!Are there... any party members here?

—————Sand Sculpture Theater—————

Since today is Party Day, the teachers are all party members.So, An An didn't have a perfect class today.