"What's the problem today?" Seeing that there were more and more people, Holly finally couldn't help but ask. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"What is the relationship between life and soul?" said a tall, thin, brown-haired, black-eyed fourth-grader from the side.

"Well, then my answer is—" With that, Holly turned to the door and said aloud. "Life can be separated from the soul, and the soul can be separated from life, but only when the two are united can the two realize each other's meaning. ”

"Why can life be separated from the soul, and the soul can be separated from life?" the crowd resounded with a burst of discussion, an answer that challenged human comprehension.

"Nice idea, but crazy enough. The door spun and gave his own evaluation.

In the crowd, there were a few eyes locked on Holly. Erinka, who was beside Holly, fell into deep thought. Holly's answer was nothing like hers.

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The next morning, the whole of Hogwarts was in chaos again, just as it had been a year before, only this time, the source of the chaos was not so much, but the Gryffindor table, still the Savior and his companions.

Wheat porridge, plates of pickled fish and bacon were laid out on the long table, while the enchanted ceiling showed a dark and cloudy sky. After breakfast officially began, an owl flew in the sky, and it was customary for the school to give out the class schedule, which was a surprise to all the students except for the first graders. Those who had just arrived in the hall were busy eating, and those who had not finished eating were in no mood to care about the situation in other places, while the few people who had eaten early were quietly looking at their textbooks, and occasionally a few people were muttering about their summer vacation while eating.

At the Gryffindor long table, the situation seemed a little more special. A large, bulging package slammed into Neville's head, and just a second later, an unidentified gray object fell into the jar in front of Hermione, spilling them with milk and feathers.

"Errol!" Ron screamed first. The owl was fished out of the milk jug with a wet red envelope in his mouth.

Ron shuddered and took the letter, smoothed it out, tore it open, and Random Holly saw Neville hiding far away with his ears gagged. In the blink of an eye, a voice filled the hall.

“…… I wouldn't be surprised if they stole the car, and if they expelled you. If I catch you, you'll have a good look. I don't think you've ever thought about how worried your mom and dad would be when they found out that the car was missing. For a moment, everyone in the hall turned their heads to look at Weasley, who had received the roaring grenade, and Ron, who had already shrunk into a ball in his chair, did not dare to let others see his scarlet face.

“…… I received a letter from Dumbledore last night, and I think your dad will die of shame. We never taught you to do that, you and Harry should have crashed into each other...... It's a shame for the family, and your father is suspended from work at work for questioning, and it's all your fault! If you dare to make another wrong step, we will take you home immediately. Soon the sound stopped, and the red envelope fell to the ground, and soon it burst into flames and burned to ashes at once.

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What happened at breakfast was just a small episode in life, and the first lesson in Ravenclaw in 2nd grade was the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Once the class was seated, Lockhart picked up a book of his own on a girl's desk, held it up, showed everyone his charming smile on the cover, and introduced himself.

"I," he said, pointing to the cover and winking, "Gilderoy Lockhart,

A third-class Medalist of the Order of Merlin, an Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and a five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award. ”

As he said this, Lockhart flicked back his glamorous hair, as if everyone in the podium had a flash and a camera lens in their eyes.

After a brief silence of "...... cut", a disdainful voice sounded below.

Lockhart felt a little surprised by the surprise he had heard, and the disdainful voices of the students echoed him, but after a brief adjustment, he allowed himself to smile again and continued.

"You may know someone who is more accomplished than I am, but I can assure you that there will be no five people in the wizarding world who can reach this status at my age. "Anyway, I straightened my bow tie.

The Ravenclaw and Slajelin students in the audience were speechless for a while, and the young wizards from wizarding aristocracy turned their eyes to the place where Holly and Erinka were sitting closest to the door, but the two of them were immersed in their own world as if nothing had happened, busy writing and drawing on paper, and did not react to Lockhart's words. This also gave Lockhart a misunderstanding of his words, as if his words had shocked the group of young wizards.

After introducing himself unusually narcissistically, Lockhart handed out a test paper to the students, which he called to check the results of each student's preview.

When I opened the test paper, I found that there was nothing related to the dark arts or defense against the dark arts, and it was all about Lockhart's own affairs, such as Lockhart's favorite color, Lockhart's greatest wish, and what he thought was Lockhart's greatest achievement. There are three pieces of paper, 64 questions, none of which are the same, but none of them are related to the Dark Arts or Defense Against the Dark Arts.

At the same time as the test paper was opened, a sound sounded again under the podium, but this sound was more of the dissatisfaction and protest of the young wizards against the content of the test paper.

Time passed quickly, and the first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson didn't cover anything, just a "quiz". As Lockhart stood on the podium and "corrected" the test papers one by one, the students below quickly changed seats with each other according to their attitudes. In the front row, there were girls who only had Professor Lockhart in their eyes, while the other boys quietly moved to the back row of the classroom. One before and one after the other, there is a clear distinction.

"Tsk, tsk - few of you remember that my favorite color was lilac. I mentioned this in Days with the Snowman. Also, you'll have to read "Weekend with Wolves" carefully, as I've made it clear in chapter 12 that my birthday wish is for those who know magic and those who don't live in harmony - but I won't say no to a large bottle of Wardgo's aged whiskey!" Lockhart winked at the students below, only to be ignored by the students sitting in the back row...