Chapter 34 The Isolated Hermione

For Dumbledore's various hints, Professor Snape was expressionless, as if he was not very interested in some fancy things.

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

Snape held back his words, but after a while, he finally couldn't hold it any longer and took a breath, but he was almost not killed by the smell.

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

Does this guy never shower?

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

He turned his gaze toward the Great Hall again, just in time to meet Harry.

"Oops!" Harry covered his forehead with one hand.

"What's wrong?" Percy asked.

"No...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, and he felt that the teacher didn't like him at all.

Not at all favorable, Snape stared into Harry's eyes and glanced at the face in disgust.

He seemed to be looking at a blowfly, and even vomited out the overnight meal.

Damn...why do you have such a long face?

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

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

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

The new prefect, Sister Penello, took the little wizards to visit the common room to perform Robert's duties last year.

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

William returned to his dormitory with Bobo Tea, and he needed a good rest.

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

One of Ravenclaw's classes is Transfiguration, and they're taking Hufflepuff's little wizard.

Professor McGonagall is known for her sternness, and no one wants to be late for her class.

There were already quite a few students sitting 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 the third grade timetable, and George got one for Fred.

"What's our first class?" Fred was eating toast, and it was inconvenient to read the timetable.

"The old liar's class." George glanced at Professor McGonagall not far away and whispered.

"Old liar... Who is it?" Qiu asked in confusion while holding a glass of milk.

"Old liar... It's Professor Trelawney from the divination class." Fred took a bite of the toast and said vaguely, "Have you not heard the terrible campus legend?"

"No." William shook his head.

"You should know." George pursed his lips and secretly imitated Professor McGonagall's demeanor and way of speaking while she was not paying attention.

"I'm in the second grade, and I will choose a course next year. This is a very important stage in magic education. After all, the fifth grade requires a general witchcraft level test..."

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

"Okay, stop laughing, Professor McGonagall will come in a while," George said.

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

"But it never materialized," Fred shrugged, "everyone knew she was an old liar, the kind that eats and drinks, and didn't know why Dumbledore kept her.

I always suspected that Professor Trelawney was his granddaughter. "

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

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

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

"Yeah, in addition to being easy to choose a divination class, there are many other benefits." Fred said.

"As long as you take her class, you can get distracted and do what you want to do. You just need to predict that something will happen to you every night. It's very simple."

The twin brothers passed on the collected intelligence, and hoped that William and Qiu Nian would also take her class.

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

Where there is Qiu, there is Cedric. He didn't know when he came. At this time, he was sitting next to Qiu, leisurely dipping Lao Ganma with bread.

Since it was bought in Autumn and recommended by William, Cedric used a spoon to spread layer after layer of bread.

He really thought it was butter!

"I didn't take this class." Cedric took another piece of bread.

Unlike the twins, he doesn't need the kind of easy-to-pass courses, he just needs to choose the courses that are useful to him.

He took several difficult courses.

Among them is the study of ancient rune.

William is also taking this class on his own now, but he has been exposed to it in the time loop, which is a bit faster than Cedric.

Cedric also chose to study plant textures, which helped him in his wand making.

"You even chose Muggle Studies." William looked at Cedric's timetable in surprise.

Several people gathered around.

"Just interested." Cedric stuffed some cream into his Big Mac again.

"Cedric, you want to learn how to deal with Muggles for someone, right?" William laughed.

Qiu's parents are Muggles, so this someone naturally refers to Qiu.

"No, I'm just a Muggle lover."

Cedric shook his head lightly, but gave William a thumbs up behind his back.

As expected of a good brother and a good wingman, he said what he thought, but it was inconvenient to say.

Just then, Hermione followed the Gryffindor students, carrying the small bag William had given her in her hand.

The small bag of the Traceless Stretching Charm, William made one for several of them, which can store five cubic meters of space.

There is also such a thing in the sales list of Akali's mystery store, and it is expensive.

After all, the Traceless Stretching Spell is a very high-end spell, and not just ordinary people can make it.

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 shouldn't have classes in the morning, right?" William wondered, "This is the first day, why are you here so early?"

"Go 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 seat. Would you like me to get a seat for you later?"

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

"Professor Dumbledore would be very pleased if the little wizards at Hogwarts were 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 was isolated after only one night of coming to school.

And she hadn't noticed yet.

poor baby.

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