Obviously, despite the fact that our Lady Penelope Shimizu is of very high grade and her mind is very mature with the precocious level of the wizarding world, this kind of topic still seems to be too bad. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at Senior Sister Qing Shui with a blinded face, Xiwen showed a brighter smile, "Okay, don't think about it so much, our great principal Mr. will not be in a short period of time, enjoy at least the peaceful time in the past five years." ”

Obviously, until Senior Sister Shimizu walked out of the top of the tower, she was confused. She looked at the warm, pale silver glow of the hair band in her hand, and clenched her fists slightly, as if trying to use the warmth it gave off to dispel the chill from the previous conversation.

"I'm afraid it's not for me to decide. Professor Flitwick's face was slightly embarrassed, after all, among the deans of several colleges, Flitwick belonged to the professional and technical talents, and paid more attention to the study and research of Charms classes than to administration and the like.

So when Sivin offered to accompany the young wizards to the Forbidden Forest as an escort, Professor Flitwick apparently didn't understand and how to approve things.

So, soon, they arrived at Professor McGonagall's office, after all, in addition to being the head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall was the deputy head of Hogwarts, and most of the things in the school were decided by her.

"So, Swift, you're going with them to the Forbidden Forest, can you explain why?" Professor McGonagall's stern eyes locked on Sivin, but just as immune to Snape's waiting for anyone to get pregnant, Siwen didn't feel any discomfort with this purely mental eye of death.

"They're so young, as a friend of Hermione, I visited Mr. and Mrs. Granger before she went to school, and they told me to take good care of Hermione, oh, you know, it's a terrible thing for a pure Muggle family to have a wizard in the house, and they feel that their daughter is in danger of being in the midst of the tigers and leopards. ”

"Whether it is recorded in the wizarding world or in the ordinary world, Muggles have an innate fear of wizards, probably like facing armed gangsters with their bare hands. ”

Severn and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, indicating that they were telling the truth, and that there was no fluctuation in the eyes of me.

"So it was with my promise to keep Hermione safe and Hermione's strong will that the Granger couple agreed to Hermione's admission. Xiwen's expression was very serious.

Professor McGonagall nodded, believing that this was a normal situation in non-wizarding families. In the early days, letters to Muggle families had a certain amount of hypnotic or confusing magic to ensure that wizards from non-wizarding families could attend school.

"And now, in my judgment, places like the Forbidden Forest can be called dangerous places for Hermione. Siwen touched his chin and continued, "So, I will personally accompany her to the Forbidden Forest. to fulfill his commitment to her, her parents, and her family. ”

Professor McGonagall frowned, "Actually, they're just patrolling the perimeter, and it's not too dangerous, but since you've asked for that, it's clear that we're not being humane enough to allow you to accompany them to the Forbidden Forest." ”

After all, as a good student with excellent academic performance in the past three years, no bad deeds, and loved by teachers, it is still okay to have a little bit of permission from the teacher.

Coming out of Professor McGonagall's office, Flitwick patted Sivin's thigh, "Come on Swift, that's good." Obviously, for a teacher who has been doing the same for decades, what better harvest is better than the excellence of his students.

"Thank you. Little Helo rarely re-revealed the expression of the cute bun Lori. She had already heard that for some reason, Xiwen would accompany them to the Forbidden Forest.

Xiwen didn't say anything, just showed a smile and rubbed Hermione's deliberately neatly combed hair with her hand, only this time, little Lori neither waved away Xiwen's hand, nor tried to kick Xiwen's ankle, just raised her head and gave Xiwen a sweet smile.

Seeing that little Lori regained her vitality and left in a bouncing way, Siwen walked towards the tower of the Defence Against the Dark Arts course, Sivin said that Hogwarts still attaches great importance to the physical exercise of the students, otherwise the Potions class will be placed in the basement, the divination Defence Against the Dark Arts will be placed in the tower on the seventh floor, and the herbology will be in the greenhouse in the corner of the castle.

To be honest, Quirrell's course is really, how to put it, even with such a long lifespan, for the profession of professor and teacher, Western Wen is still more respectful. Except, of course, for those who are vain celebrities, and for those who deceive the world and steal people's reputation, Siwen said that he has a good friend in Los Angeles who humbly accepts his advice and opens up a space for those people in hell.

Oh, who is that friend? Lucifer Moninsta, the lord of hell, of course, the glamorous owner of Lux, an upscale luxury bar in Los Angeles.

Back to Professor Quirrell, he was of the more respectful kind, although for experience or other reasons, Quirrell didn't have the skills and knowledge to teach.

But Quirrell did always take it seriously, and even if he stumbled, he would insist on finishing the lesson, and even if George Fred often spoofed him, he didn't have too much reprimand. Of course, from another point of view, Quirrell does have some weaknesses.

Western Wen usually does not get up and leave the classroom immediately after class, just like taking public transportation, planes and trains, etc., getting up early will only waste time in the congested aisles, you just need to wait until the large number of people are almost gone before getting up and leaving calmly.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office was at the back of the classroom, so when Siwen got up and passed through the half-hidden door, something was clearly wrong, and there was Quirrell's voice intermittently coming from inside, a painful, weak, begging for mercy.

"No-no-no-no more, please-"

"Okay—okay—" He heard Quirrell sob, and it was clear that Quirrell had begun to compromise.

Xiwen knocked on the door, "Professor, professor?"

After a messy sound of thunderbolts in the room, Quirrell walked out wrapped in a somewhat messy turban, "Swift, is there something going on? Or is there something, oh, I guess the content of the class doesn't confuse you." ”

"Yes, Professor, it's all your teachings, um, I just heard your voice, do you need help?" Sivin raised his eyebrows slightly, but Quirrell didn't have that intention.

Quirrell visibly shuddered, "No, no need, Swift, thank you, I heard about you, it's really great." ”

Well, Sivin shrugged, "Professor, if there's anything you need help with, please tell me, anything." ”

Looking at the door of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom that was brought by Sivin, Quirrell exhaled slowly, but immediately became stiff, and he pleaded bitterly, "No, master, he is very good, not weak, and he is very concerned in the school, if anything happens to him, he will be immediately concerned." ”

In the classroom, there was only some kind of hoarse voice or some kind of whispered plea for mercy and sobbing.