"I'm sorry, Professor, I'll be sure to pay attention to that later-"

Elena jumped down from the bench with ease, drew her wand and flicked it behind her, and whispered.

"The whirlwind sweeps away. ”

An invisible whirlwind swept over the long table with the girl's voice.

As they followed the Ravenclaw table and finally dissipated by the porch column at the end of the auditorium, the sudden updraft blew away the dust and provoked a scream among the Ravenclaw girls.

Looking up at the girls who were holding the corners of their skirts in a panic, Professor Flitwick looked away helplessly, as a half-blood goblin wizard, even if the skirt was not blown too high, it was enough to see a lot of cute patterns from his angle.

Sure enough, no matter what era it is, the witch who holds a grudge is the most troublesome witch.

Compared with Rowena Ravenclaw thousands of years ago, this Miss Caslana can be said to be superior in terms of talent, grudges, ability to make trouble, and personal background - the most important thing is that in today's Hogwarts, there does not seem to be a peer who can effectively watch this witch like the three founders back then.

Hope...... The other kids can grow up faster, right?

Filius Flitwick sighed silently in his heart, for the first time in his history, as the head of Ravenclaw House, he would pray that other houses would have more geniuses, and that kind of genius beyond the level of the four founders.

"Uh, I think...... The chairs are already very clean. ”

Professor Flitwick looked at Elena, who was still manipulating the wheals, and added with some tiredness.

"Also, Miss Kaslana, it's better not to wave your wand in the school auditorium—with your magical mastery, you can put that energy on something more meaningful. ”

"Yes, Professor. I'll pay attention later. ”

Elena stuck out her tongue, nodded very obediently, and quickly put her wand away.

That obedient, cute, playful appearance is almost like the image of the lawless witch a few seconds ago.

Although Filius Flitwick was not tall, Elena did not disrespect him because of this.

In fact, if you remove the extra points from the memories of her previous life, and judge by the campus life in the past year, Filius Flitwick is almost the most popular professor in the entire Hogwarts Elena.

Maybe it's because he is also a half-human wizard, whether it is in the Charms class, in daily life, in many places where he can, Professor Flitwick will more or less take extra care of this half-breed little girl. On the other hand, compared to ordinary human wizards of the same age, Elena's talent in magic spells is indeed too bright.

Almost all of the snacks that Professor Flitwick had rewarded in class ended up in Elena's hands.

"That's good, classmates still have to get along with each other......"

Glancing at the half-breed little girl who switched to the "Three Good Students" mode, Felius Flitwick shook his head with a smile.

Considering the willfulness in the girl's magical bloodline, it is not easy to be obedient and secure in this way, even if it is ...... It's just pretended.

"I'll give the new placements to the seniors later!And of course, the new schedule! It's a chance to meet new people, and the next class will be quite interesting...... I hope you can get along well and get acquainted with the new Hogwarts teaching model as soon as possible...... Of course, especially to take advantage of this opportunity......"

Smiling happily at the students, he continued to walk towards the staff table, and as he passed by the anxious-looking Marietta Ekmo, he casually waved his right hand and easily lifted her ban.

The goblin bloodline is not weaker than Meiwa, and in terms of spells, it is even slightly stronger.

"You wait, Elena Kaslana, you'll regret it—"

Marietta glanced at Professor Flitwick's fading figure, and whispered hatefully to Elena.

Needless to say, this bastard little white hair didn't know what to say in front of the professor, so much so that many Hogwarts professors were obviously a little biased when facing Elena - what happened just now, is the point of stepping on what chair?!

However, Mariette Ekmo does not believe that all professors do.

She decided to write home later and ask her mother for help......

"Silence!"

Elena waved her right hand nonchalantly, as if she were just fanning away an annoying mosquito.

"If you continue to bother me," Elena said calmly, "then you won't be just a voice next time you lose." ”

You know, Professor Flitwick just told her not to wave her wand in the auditorium.

No matter how you look at it, wandless spellcasting is obviously not within this constraint, and Elena, who is determined to erect the image of a witch in Ravenclaw, will not let some little ones kick their noses in the face.

As Filius Flitwick moved farther and farther away, the courage in Ravenclaw dissipated.

Under this almost blatant favoritism, the vast majority of young wizards wisely chose to give up resistance.

Anyway, they have slept in the corridor for most of the year last year, and this year with the "little key" Danilova joining, they can return to bed at least five days a week, if they continue to question and provoke Elena, not to mention whether it will make this changeable little witch change her mind, the most important thing is-

Unlike ordinary Hogwarts students who have concerns, Elena Kaslana doesn't talk about martial arts.

As a junior student and a girl, Elena will not have any pity when she does it.

Or to be more precise, when facing the older and older Ravenclaw students than her, Elena may even be a little more ruthless - in last year's Quidditch match and the actual combat level of the Dark Magic Defense, the people who cried the loudest were the little princesses who were usually loved and pursued by many boys on the Hogwarts campus.

Except for a very small number of stunned young people, the vast majority of the girls chose to sit down away from Elena, pretending to calmly divert the topic from the girlfriends around them, and no longer pay attention to the witch who exuded a dangerous atmosphere.

"How's it going, did I just show that A exploded?"

Elena sat back down next to Luna, touched the girl's shoulder excitedly, and whispered.

Finally showed her true colors, and if it weren't for the conditions, she even planned to ask Luna to find a way to help her record a video, as a valuable documentary of the three generations of the Dark Lord challenging all Ravenclaw.

"Oh-ow, uh-huh, uh-huh, that's amazing......"

Luna Lovegood glanced at the white-haired dumplings beside her, nodded helplessly, and dealt with it casually, and couldn't help yawning again - she knew that Danilova was so good in physical strength, she shouldn't have been stupid in front of that girl last night, so she simply gave up resistance and let Elena toss, maybe it would be faster.

You know, in order to protect the "little key", Luna feels like she is now gone.

The only thing Luna Lovegood was looking forward to now was breakfast starting soon—so she could order herself a steaming glass of cocoa milk to replenish her energy and stamina from last night's "battle."

............

The controversy that took place at Ravenclaw College did not spread very far.

At least for the young wizards of the other three academies, whether it was the Eagle Ring conspiracy, or any bet or threat, it was too far away for them to care, and no one cared if the floor outside the Ravenclaw door was comfortable to sleep on.

Not to mention, in the eyes of many students, Elena's strength is not an accident at all.

As the students arrived in the school auditorium, Dumbledore announced the start of breakfast, as usual.

In the fragrant breakfast, the small friction that occurred at the table at Ravenclaw House was like the thin morning fog outside Hogwarts Castle, silently dissipated in the sound of knives and plates.

The ceiling of the Great Hall was blue and blue, with a few faint clouds drifting, like the sky outside the high, mullioned windows, as if to indicate that something was about to happen.

At the Gryffindor table, students gulp porridge, omelette, mashed potatoes and ham as they apprehensively discuss the upcoming class assignments and unfamiliar new curriculum standards.

"What if I don't get in the same class as you in the waiting class!" Neville Longbottom said, looking very distressed, "I mean, it's not a small possibility...... You know that...... Somebody will always be placed in another class, maybe they will be divided into two groups based on merit or merit?"

"I think so, most likely. ”

Hermione yawned as she spread a thick layer of strawberry jam on her slices of bread, "Although Professor Dumbledore said yesterday that he would be randomly assigned, he also mentioned that he would be conditionally combined. Theoretically, this is the most efficient way to do it, and I have a hunch that I'm probably going to be with Elena anyway. ”

"Hunch, Hermione, this isn't your style. ”

Harry poked the lump of mashed potatoes in front of him with a sad face, "It's better not to score based on grades, or I feel like I probably won't see you...... If you take out the extra points, my grades last semester were really ......"

"Don't worry, Harry, you're the little prince of potions—"

Ron pursed his lips, the potato wedges in his hands stirring absentmindedly inside the ketchup.

"Although you may not be so conspicuous compared to the eldest sister and Hermione, but judging from the final grades, you are at least better than Malfoy next door, if you can't even be in the front row, then I must be in the same class as you. ”

"I'm also a little worried, grandma must hope that I can be assigned to the first class of the eldest sister-"

Neville Longbottom also sighed.

Since Grandma came to Hogwarts last year, Grandma's already strict grandmother has risen a notch compared to before.

Especially after the "summer homework" assigned by the eldest sister was sent to the house, Neville Longbottom's life at home was even worse than at school, after all, in Hogwarts, no one stared at his homework all day.

If he is unfortunately placed in a different class from Hermione and the eldest sister in the next class, then ......

Neville shuddered at the terrible sight he might encounter when he came home for Christmas.

"Hey, what the hell are you struggling with? Really, aren't your grades pretty good?!"

At this moment, Dean Thomas finally couldn't help it and tapped the plate with a fork with some dissatisfaction.

"You guys are in the top three, even if it's half to half, except for Ron's anxiety, how many of you are showing off? If your grades are poor, then what are Seamus and I? Trolls? Besides, it's not necessarily whether or not you score according to your grades, I think it should be according to random or surname-"

"Dean, you're right, but there's a little ......"

Ron sighed helplessly and pouted at the long table not far away.

"Although there are only eight Gryffindors in the second year, we are not the only ones in the whole second year of Hogwarts, and if we really think about grades as Hermione said, I am not sure that I will be at the top of the school - don't forget, there are quite a few great guys on the Ravenclaw side, not to mention Slattering and Hufflepuff. You say yes?"

If Ron is right, if nothing else, academic performance will certainly be an important reference indicator.

Sister Elena was no ordinary student, as a teaching assistant in Potions class, a chef at Hogwarts, and a walker in the four courtyards, she must have heard a little bit about the class assignment, which can be seen only from the pile of homework during the holidays.

As Elena's closest best friend, the news from Hermione's mouth is naturally quite credible.

Neither Harry nor Hermione answered. This question does not need to be answered.

In fact, unlike several other students of the same level, Hermione and Harry actually knew very well in their hearts that in the next class, no matter how they were assigned, the two of them would definitely be placed in the same class as Elena Kaslana.

It's just that the way the two get gossip is not exactly the same.

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(End of chapter)