From the day she crossed over, Vio discovered that not only could she write in English like a wizard, but she couldn't read it when she heard and heard

Most importantly, she still retains her Chinese language skills - and this is what makes her deeply aware that the time travel is not a dream she had as Vio Santrill - she is really a modern Chinese who has traveled into the world of books. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now, too, she understands everything Professor Flitwick taught, and she learns it well.

As Vio was joicing down Flitwick's notes in Chinese, Draco leaned over and quickly pulled them out of her hand, saying with some curiosity, "What is this? Vio Santril, you're scribbling in class!"

The smile on his thin cheeks was even more obvious, and his light blue-gray eyes were full of pleasure, vio had to say, the bridge of his nose was very straight, and his facial features were also very delicate and good-looking, with his pale sapphire-like shining eyes and soft golden hair, except that his face was as pale as ever, he was really impeccable and handsome.

However, in the next second, she wanted to retract these evaluations.

Draco held up her notebook and swaggered it to the people around her, they all looked at the Chinese characters in amazement, Crabbe and Goyle let out a weird laugh, Vio looked at him in annoyance, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Give it back to me!"

Without incident, her voice immediately caught Professor Flitwick's full attention, and he hurriedly cast a spell that raised the pile of books he was standing on another foot. In this way, his position is more prominent in the class.

"Sit down, sit down!" Professor Flitwick glared at Vio, "Miss Santrill, do you have to be kicked out of class by me?"

"But Professor, they-" Before Vio could finish speaking, Draco quickly tossed her notes aside and sat down far away at the other end of the long table as if he was being disturbed.

The girl behind him, who had been smirking and deliberately putting on a haughty attitude, immediately stood up and reported, "Professor, it was Santriel who was showing off her graffiti, and she deliberately blocked it from us from seeing the blackboard. ”

"Graffiti?" Professor Flitwick exclaimed dissatisfiedly, "The notebook is flying!" Vio's notebook obediently flew over, and Vio narrowed his eyes coldly, not looking at anyone again.

It was a long time before Professor Flitsch cast another levitation charm to return the notebook to Vio in its entirety, and he wrinkled his eyebrows and said, "No graffiti, it was Miss Santrill taking notes in another text." Really?"

Vio nodded in surprise, she thought that Everyvier's temper should punish her for copying sentences this time, like "I'm not a she-baboon who screams by light", after all, she was late at first, and then yelled at his class.

Professor Flitwick, however, continued, "But, Miss Santurell, I'm just guessing, I can't read that text. If there's any way to prove that you're really taking notes—can we ask you to demonstrate what you're teaching today?"

When I boarded, the class was so quiet that I could hear a pin dropping. Vio glanced around, Draco staring indifferently at the void in front of him, with a rare lack of expression on his face, Goyle and Crabbe were stupidly happy, waiting to see her make a fool of herself, while the rest of the Slytherins looked disgruntled, fearing that she would lose points again, and the Ravenclaws looked at her with interest, and some had already pounced on the books to prepare for the next chapter.

But no one was willing to prompt her.

"Yes, Professor. Vio raised her wand in resignation and nervousness, she had never tried it before - she looked at her notebook, desperately mimicking the spell Flitwick had just cast in her mind, waving her wand and pronouncing the incantation: "Feather-Gadim, Lévi-O-Sa." ”

The notebook really floats!

Vio's hanging heart finally let go, and to be honest, she didn't think it was difficult to do this. Then look at Professor Flitwick, who was holding a wand in one hand and hanging in the air like a music conductor in the other, grinning a huge smile as if he wanted to hug her, and he seemed to forget all his previous dissatisfaction with VIO, and said enthusiastically: "Great, this is only the first class of school! Miss Santrim!