"Hermione, please don't follow me like a spirit behind me, okay? Gryffindor is enough to have Mr. Nick. ”

Early the next morning, a decadent-looking Shana slowly floated from the dorm to the hall for breakfast, and Hermione followed her closely.

That's right, it's floating. Last night, Shana finally couldn't help it after everyone fell asleep, and planned to visit Buckingham Palace at night. As long as you run faster after transforming, you will definitely be able to come back before dawn. But Xana fails, and when she walks to the break room, Hermione is waiting for her.

What the hell! Xana was sure that when she woke up, she had confirmed that Hermione was sleeping in her bed, only to go out and find another Hermione waiting for her in the break room.

"Xana! I didn't expect you to do it anyway! ”

And then there's the endless preaching.

Xana, who was so annoyed that she had to go back to the dormitory, prepared to wait for Hermione to stay up and try again, only to go back and find Hermione asleep in bed. Going out again, Hermione was standing guard in the break room.

No magic fluctuations were felt, and detection revealed that it was the same person. When did Hermione have this ability! Forcibly cast teleportation magic? That wouldn't be Hermione's problem alone, the entire castle would be awakened. Xana had no choice but to lie on the bed and cover her head with the quilt. Tossed in the middle of the night, coupled with depression, I woke up with a decadent face.

As soon as I sat down, hundreds of owls flew overhead, and there were many messengers today.

"I get a parcel all the time - my grandmother always mails me something I forgot to bring."

"Oh, my summer homework. Thank you grandma. ”

Neville's forgetfulness was a big problem, and he was glad that his grandmother had sent him his summer homework at home in time, otherwise the other teachers would have been left alone, and it would have been hell if he couldn't get it by the time Snape went to class to collect his homework.

All the owls dropped their packets and left, at which point a gray UFO swooped in from the outside and crashed directly into Hermione's milk jug, splashing white liquid all over the body and sticking feathers all over the place.

"Errol!"

Ron screamed, lifted the wet owl from the milk jug and began flapping. Errol the owl staggered to his feet, and then fell back to his feet, unconscious. Even so, it had a wet red envelope in its mouth.

"Ah, isn't it......" Ron gasped.

"It's not dead yet, just take a break."

Hermione poked her wand and found that the owl was just dizzy.

"It's not it—it's this."

Ron said, pointing to the red envelope.

"I don't see anything wrong."

Xana unleashed the Detection Curse and Negative Energy Check on the envelope, but there was no response, and the letter was not supposed to be a dangerous good. But the people on the side didn't seem to see it that way, and Neville looked at it with a look of horror, as if the envelope would explode at any moment.

"Roar... Howl letters..."

Ron nearly fainted.

"Is this a howl letter?"

Xana also curiously took out her wand and continued to poke the letter that had begun to smoke like Hermione poked an owl. Although she had talked about the yelling letter in her inner vomit last semester, in fact, Xana had only heard about it and had not seen the real thing. I didn't see it for sale in the shops in Diagon Alley, nor did it in the Magic Book catalog at the Blotted Bookstore. This time I saw it alive.

"Ron, you'd better open it." Neville whispered timidly, "If you don't open it, it might be more troublesome." My grandfather once sent me one, and I ignored it, and it turned out to be ......," he swallowed, "it's scary anyway." ”

As if to prove Neville's words, the smoke from the roaring letter grew like a powder keg that lit a fuse.

"Open it!" Neville urged, "It'll be over in a few minutes anyway." ”

Ron shuddered and took the letter from Errol's mouth, smoothed it out, tore it open. The moment he tore it open, Neville immediately plugged his fingers into his ears, not at all like his usual clumsy appearance.

“… Stealing ......"

"Poof!"

Mrs. Weasley's voice was at least a hundred times more amplified than it had been that day. But it didn't matter, just when this huge voice was just remembered, Xana picked up the milk jug that had just been knocked over by the owl, buckled it directly on the letter, and then pressed it tightly.

“…… We wouldn't be surprised if they fired you...... See how I'll clean you up then...... You probably didn't even think that your dad and I would find out...... You and Harry...... What is the mood. ”

Perhaps Mrs. Weasley was too angry when she wrote the letter and poured all her magic into it. Although Xana had tried very hard to hold down the jar, for the yelling letter, the untransformed Xana still had not enough strength, and the voice still came out of the milk jug intermittently and unrelentingly.

Ron slumped in his chair, eager to huddle himself so that his scarlet face would not be seen.

"Receiving Dumbledore's letter last night, your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We've worked so hard to bring you up, but I didn't expect you to do such a thing, you and Harry ......"

“…… It's infuriating...... It's all your fault. You almost even made Harry ...... How can you be worthy of Harry's family...... If you don't follow the rules, we'll bring you back right away!" ”

The sound stopped, and Xana tapped the milk jug, only the sound of it being empty, and when she removed it, the table top was left with only a circle of burning ashes.

Harry and Ron sat in their seats, speechless for a long time.

"Alright, it's over."

The sound of talking, talking and laughing all around gradually sounded.

However, some of the older girls looked at them a little strangely. How so? I feel that there is sympathy and understanding (this can be there), but why is it mixed with blessings and encouragement? And there are several people who look intoxicated and bite each other's ears.

"Xana, why do I feel something is wrong?"

Hermione felt that the atmosphere seemed a little awkward. The murderous gaze can poke people out of the hole, and the gaze of the senior sisters is enough to make people indigestion without exaggeration.

"I don't know. But my instinct told me that I didn't know how happy it was. ”

Xana felt goosebumps straighten as well, and it wasn't until Professor McGonagall came in to hand out the class schedule that the eerie atmosphere in the auditorium gradually dissipated.

"The first class was a herbal class."

On the way to class, they meet a guy that Hermione admires, and Xana, Harry, and Ron hate—Gildelow Rockhardt. After showing off his vast knowledge of herbology, he left Harry outside the greenhouse.

"What is Professor Rockhardt looking for Harry?"

"I don't know, it's definitely not good."

Sure enough, Harry didn't come in until midway through the lesson, only to be nearly knocked unconscious by the screams of today's newly-learned mandrake and join Neville (who had already passed out).

After the herbal medicine class, everyone was covered in mud, and hurriedly went back to the dormitory to clean up, and everyone rushed to the transformation class classroom.

"Purifying Flame."

Instead of grabbing the bathroom with her classmates, Xana pulled Hermione to a corner and cleaned everyone up with her free method.

"It's all Rockhart's fault."

Although the method of freedom was very convenient, after all, it was not as comfortable as taking a shower, and the reason why he could not relax properly was because Rockhardt spent too much time before class to show off how erudite he was in botany, and as a result, Professor Sprout dragged the class, and there was no time when the class was over.

"Xana, it's not the professor's fault."

Hermione was a fan of the Professor's brains, and Xana's complaints seemed rude to her.

Luckily, Rockhart didn't plague Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, and everyone arrived in the auditorium on time for lunch.

"Stupid...... Rubbish...... What the hell ......."

Syllable! Ron slammed his wand on the table.

Today's Transfiguration class was a disaster for Ron, his wand was broken when he came to school. Don't look at the boasting in front of everyone last night, in fact, Ron became a bitter gourd face when he returned to the dormitory. The old second-hand wand was not very useful, but at least it worked, and now it was broken in two and could only be used to play nunchucks.

I barely glued it with glue and was going to make do with it, but I couldn't make do with it. Just holding it, it makes a strange "click" and the accompanying sparks from time to time, not to mention using it. Ron suffered a lot in the transformation class, and the whole class was shrouded in a thick gray smoke, mixed with the smell of rotten eggs, which made the students on the side retreat.

"Write home and ask for another one." Harry built yì road.

The wand is also very suitable for the occasion, making a "bangbang" in unison, like fireworks.

"Hmph, let them send another yelling letter?" Ron said as he stuffed the still "hissing" broken wand into his bag.

"Hello, Harry. I... I'm Colin, Colin Creevey......"

A student with a camera in his face, blushing like an apple, approached Harry.

"I'm also from Gryffindor House. Do you think... Can...... Let me take a photo? ”

Colin held up his camera and said hopefully.

"Take a picture?"

Harry repeated Colin's words blankly, even though he had been in the wizarding world for a year, Harry still didn't have the consciousness of a savior, and he didn't even know how to deal with the paparazzi.

"That proves I've seen you."

Colin Creevey took a few more steps forward, fiddling with his camera and starting to look for the right angle, despite the fact that Harry was still in a natural state before he could react.

"I know all about your deeds, and others have sued me. How you escaped from the hands of the 'mystery man', and how he disappeared, and about the shiny scar on your forehead. A boy in our dormitory told me that if I used the right amount of potion to wash the film, the scenery and people in the photos would come to life. ”

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

"I had no idea that magic could do anything until I received an offer from Hogwarts. My dad was a milkman and he didn't believe it. Now I want to take some pictures and send them to him. It would be great if I could take a picture of you......"

"Can your friend take a picture for a favor while I'm standing next to you and you sign it?"

Just as Xana was about to drive away this very tengu Wenwen successor, Su zhì junior, a voice of underbeating joined in.

"Signed photo? Are you handing out signed photos, Potter? ”

Malfoy looked weird, followed by his two strong cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Everybody line up!" Malfoy shouted to the crowd, "Harry Potter has sent us autographed photos!" ”

"No, I didn't...... Shut up, Malfoy! ”

The smell of gunpowder is getting stronger, and a Gryffindor's daily activity against Slydrin is about to begin.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?"

Just as the two sides were ready to fight, Gildelow Rockhardt strode over.

"Who's handing out autographed photos?"

Without understanding the situation at all, Rockhart directly talked to himself and made up the "truth", forcing Harry to prepare a signed double photo.

"Ball of Light"

"Ahh My eyes ...... "× N."

Shana released a large flashbang and took the opportunity to pull a few people around and slip away. I'm going to have a good talk with Prefect Percy, restrain Colin, don't be chased by the paparazzi every day, it's annoying.

In the afternoon, Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Xana, you won't be deducted points for the noon incident, right?"

"No one saw that I put it."

"But, Professor Rockhardt ......"

Hermione was worried that the teacher would deduct points or labor services for the matter of blinding a group of kryptonite dogs by flashbanging at noon, especially Rockhart was also a victim, and she was afraid that Shana's small actions would be discovered by the "highly skilled" Professor Rockhart, and she would settle the account directly after a while.

"Don't worry."

Maybe it was because Xana's methods really didn't go undetected, or maybe Professor Rockhart didn't remember the villains (Hermione agreed more), and after the class, Rockhart didn't mention the noon incident, but directly sent out a quiz about his book.

Xana looked at the scroll in disgust, which read:

1. What is Gidelow Rockhart's favorite color?

2. What is Gidelow Rockhardt's greatest wish?

3. What do you think is Gildelow Rockhardt's greatest achievement?

Almost all of them are of this type, and there are three major sheets of paper in total. The final question is: What is Gildelow Rockhardt's birthday? What would he most like to receive as a gift?

Half an hour later, Rockhart put away the paper and flipped through it in class.

"Tsk, tsk...... Few of you remember my favorite color as lilac. I mentioned this in Days with the Snowman. Also, you'll have to read "Weekend with Wolves" carefully, as I made clear in Chapter 12 that my birthday wish is for those who can do magic and those who can't live in harmony...... However, I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of aged whisky! ”

“…… But Hermione Granger knew that my greatest wish was to rid the world of demons and successfully promote my hair care potion line...... Not bad! Actually......" he flipped through her papers, "all right!" Who is Hermione Granger? ”

Hermione raised her hand tremblingly.

Shana looked at her friend in surprise, although she already knew that her friend had become a brainchild of Rockhardt, but this severe late stage symptom was completely unexpected by Shana. This man is completely boastful, and he is not Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes, who is so adored by a certain Grim Reaper elementary school student named Conan (Kudo, who is taking classes in Japan: Ahh ）。

"Very good!" Rockhart laughed and said, "Very well done!" Gryffindor Plus 10 points! ”

"But which one is Xana Sakai? I thought you had read my book! Why White Rolls? ”

Sneering laughter rang out, mostly Gryffindor boys, who finally found out if there were any girls among the girls who were bewitched by Rockhardt. Hermione was panicked by this, the teacher who was so hostile to Shana last school year was Snape, is Rockhart going to be added this time?

"Because I think if I answer the quiz, it will lower my IQ."

Xana replied coolly with her hands on her chest.

"If you really want to sweep away evil and make wizards and ordinary people live in harmony, then why haven't I seen a copy of My Battle with Voldemort published? You must know that the first time you wrote a book was when Voldemort was wreaking havoc! ”

The name Voldemort was so lethal that Rockhart's face turned green, and the students panicked.

"Quiet! Be quiet! Miss Sakai, if you deliberately create chaos in the classroom again, I will deduct points. Okay, let's get down to business......"

I'm afraid no one wants to talk about this topic except Xana, and neither does Rockhart. He quickly changed the subject as he comforted the students, then bent down under his desk to lift out a large cage covered with cloth.

"Now, I have to warn everyone! My job is to educate you about the most vicious creatures in the world of witchcraft, so that you can be prepared for the future. Now I'm showing you probably the scariest thing you've ever seen. But don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, nothing will go wrong. I ask everyone to remain calm and not panic. ”

"He got the Dementors?"

Xana made another startling remark, and Neville slipped out of her chair in fright.

Everyone was staring at Rockhart, one of his hands already on the cloth of the cage.

"I've got to make sure you don't scream when you see it." Rockhart whispered, "Because that might anger them." ”

Rockhart lifted the cloth at once.

"Look!" He said with a rich expression, "The elf of Cornwall that I just caught." ”

The hall burst into laughter, and even Neville laughed out loud, no one thought it was dangerous.

"Ah, they won't... They are not...... Very dangerous, right? ”

"You don't want to jump to conclusions so early!" Rockhart said, shaking his fingers angrily in front of Neville's face.

"These little ones are very vicious, clever and terrible!"

These elves shone blue with electric light, about eight feet tall, with pointed faces and thin voices. After the cloth was lifted, in the cage, they began to run around, knocking the iron rods into the kakaka and making faces at those who sat closer.

"Okay." Rockhart exclaimed, "Let's see what you do with them." ”

The cage lid is opened. It was as if Pandora's box had been opened, and the elves scattered like rockets.

Two of them tugged at Neville's ears and lifted him in mid-air. A few others crashed out of the windows, and the people in the back row were scattered by broken glass.

The rest continue to effectively wreak havoc on the classroom, which is more destructive than a rampaging rhinoceros. They picked up the inkwell and spilled it all around. Tear up textbooks, test papers, and paint on the walls. Dump the garbage basket upside down, grab your bag and textbooks and throw them out the window.

Within minutes, half the class was hidden under their desks, and Neville was suspended from a chandelier on the ceiling. Only Xana's side is unharmed. The elves have a much stronger perception of magic than humans, they know that Xana is not easy to mess with, pranks and troublemakers are not dead, and the elves will naturally stay away from danger.

"Come on, subdue them! Catch them, they're just elves......"

Rockhart shouted.

He rolled up his sleeves, waved his wand, and shouted, "Ba......"

But it didn't work: an elf grabbed Rockhardt's wand and threw it out of the window.

Rockhart swallowed and hid under the table. Just enough to avoid Neville's bump, he fell with the chandelier a few seconds later. In addition to giving Neville a protection, Xana looked at this qiē coldly.

The bell rang for the end of class, and everyone frantically crowded to the door. Rockhart finally stood up, and saw Harry and Xana also trying to go out.

"You guys help get all these elves back into their cages."

After saying that, he walked by and tried to go out.

Syllable!

A long sword stopped in front of Rockhardt.

"Divine Singing Flow Sword Technique - A Hundred Flowers Bloom!"

It seems that the scene in the cave last semester has been repeated, and when everyone comes back to the senses, only a stunned elf remains.

"Professor, it's better for you to pick it up yourself. Rest assured, I use the back of the knife. ”

"Well... Good. ”

There was a trilling in Rockhart's words.