At Hogwarts, there are generally only two penalties for violating school rules: expulsion, or helping Hagrid with some voluntary work. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Helping Hagrid with his volunteer work wasn't a novel attempt, basically helping to clear the lawn, feeding the owls, or cleaning up the aviary, but Shane was patient and didn't use magic----- school rules were sometimes necessary, especially on the surface.

"Shane, that's all for today, are you going to have some tea?" The honest Hagrid soon became another of Shane's friends, a half-breed with giant blood who was honest and cute, and Shane liked to deal with this kind of person.

"No, I still have to go to the library to return the book." Shane shook the book in his hand, he was one of the few people who could borrow a book from Mrs. Pince, and Hermione had always wondered how he managed to get it.

In fact, Shane just thought that Hagrid's tea was too unpalatable------ it was simply a magical existence beyond shabu-shabu water.

"Goodbye." Hagrid waved his arm, which was thicker than Shane's waist, his messy beard stained with grass clippings.

"Shane!" Miss Hermione Granger and A' Normal' eleven-year-olds are always in a hurry, and the other little wizards seem to have been forcibly suppressed by nature, trying to make a half-baked appearance like a little adult, oh, of course, except for those Weasley boys, Shane somewhat understands why Hermione can be friends with Harry and Ron, but not with other wizarding apprentices, in fact, our Miss Granger and Harry and Potter are not really friends, Ron is very envious and jealous of this three-good student who is loved by all professors, and she is quite close to Shane。

"Smack~" Shane snapped his fingers lightly, and a stumbling block on Hermione's road turned into a pile of lime.

"Elsa~" Hermione gasped, not forgetting to summon the silver dragon on Shane's shoulder, Elsa waved her little paw very face-savingly. Crook Hill, the ginger-faced cat threw away his usual arrogance, and lay down like a puppy on Shane's script.

"Is there a problem again? Miss Jack-of-all-trades. Shane picked up the "Dangerous Transfiguration" in his hand, patted the grass clippings on the wizard's robe and walked towards the hall, dinner time was almost up.

Gryffind's jack-of-all-trades, that's the title Miss Granger just received, and there's a title that Shane also agrees with very much----- Miss Question.

Scholars are inherently jealous, and the wizarding world is no exception, and while those who go by the nickname don't know how passionate our Miss Granger is about reading, it's a passion for learning that makes Shane feel ashamed of her enthusiasm for learning.

"Do you know the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione trotted to catch up with Shane, and the eleven-year-old boy had already begun to show an advantage in height, a head taller than Hermione.

"I thought you'd care more about those nicknames." Philosopher's Stone----- did these little guys start tossing again as soon as they finished fighting the trolls?

"I found something in the library, and I bet you'll be interested!" Hermione didn't care about the nicknames, or rather, what could she do? Go to those people for the theory? Or a crying nose? She doesn't care what strangers think!

"Nicol Mailer? The elixir of life? There were a lot of students in the hallway, and it was time for the seniors to get out of class, so Shane and Hermione followed the flow of people all the way to the hall, and the space became larger.

The hall was still empty, and the two of them found a place where there were no people and sat down.

"You know what, right?" Hermione's big eyes flashed with excitement, and whenever her curiosity and thirst for knowledge were about to be satisfied, she had this expression, which was very cute.

"You didn't go to any library at all, did you?" Shane took out hot coco's hand and smacked it, his palm completely disappearing into thin air as if it were invisible. "Don't expect me to say more! I don't want you to go with me to fix the lawn, it's not going to be easy. ”

Shane took out the steaming cocoa and returned it to Hermione.

"I'm just curious." Hermione looked left and right, lowering her voice. "You know better."

"I can't say that." Shane held up hot cocoa.

"I'll know." Hermione puffed up her book and trotted out of the hall.

'Don't tell her?' Elsa snorted boredly.

I'm not as energetic as these little ones, so let them mess around on their own.' If those three little ones don't toss, they won't be themselves.

Shane put away the hot cocoa that no one was drinking, and continued to open "Dangerous Transfiguration", which is full of descriptions of the possible consequences of the wrong Transfiguration, such as a wizard who turned himself into a bat and never got back, or a huge stone statue that turned into a lion comparable to an elephant, destroyed three streets, and was thrown into prison to be with a Dementor.

The hall was filled with people in a few moments, and Sean went to the library after eating something casually, and gave the book back to the man who bribed him with several bottles of sober potions

Mrs. Pince, who borrowed another basic book, returned to the lounge.

Are you going to read seven years at Hogwarts like this? Elsa propped herself up and stretched her head high.

Of course not, but I'm only eleven years old, and learning is the most important thing right now, isn't it? Sean kicked the stupid knocker and made it swallow the stupid questions back.

"Shane!" It's Bryn. "Let me go in with you." He'd been tired of the knocker that was more than a star, and only Ravenclaw had to waste time answering questions before he could rest.

"Have you heard? That famous Harry Potter has become a Gryffindor Seeker! First grade, that's unprecedented! Brin had the excitement and jealousy of a child, but he used words like a thirty-year-old uncle, which is a common problem among young wizards, and the aristocratic or other thing has never disappeared in the wizarding world.

"Maybe you can too?" Shane opened a copy of "Points to Note for the Transfiguration Charm" and sat down on the comfortable sofa in Ravenclaw.

"Me? I can't even scream those damn brooms. Brin looked frustrated. Ah, by the way, it's almost Christmas, are you going to go home or stay in school? ”

"School."

"That's good." Brin turned envious again, this guy has the potential to be an expression emperor.

Speaking of Christmas ------, it's time for Hermione and their 'adventure' to begin, why don't you go and watch?