The popularity of Quidditch continued into the second week, and everyone was still hotly discussed.

At noon on Thursday, Hermione sat at the table with a thick notebook and read aloud.

There were a lot of students gathered around her, like believers.

Hermione was holding Quidditch Origins all day, and William saw that she was very nervous, so he sorted out his Quidditch notes a little.

There's his skill in playing the ball, as well as the tactical points he keeps collecting.

The notes of the top students are always the most sought-after strategic materials, especially before the exam.

In the afternoon, Gryffindor Year 1 had their first flying lesson, and everyone was eager to take it twenty-four hours a day.

It doesn't matter if it's useful or not, it's always a scholar's note, even if it's pretending, it's good to only be psychologically comforted.

It's always more reliable than the teacher's so-called "the whole book is the key" and "I am on the test point".

Everyone thought so, and many first-year wizards gathered around her, listening carefully to Hermione's reading.

The girl cheered up with twelve points, like a representative of an excellent Chinese class.

Soon, a row of owls flew in.

Malfoy received a large package that he opened and was filled with all kinds of imported sweets.

He shouted to show off, telling the Slytherins not to be polite.

In fact, no one was really polite to him, and after only five seconds of the package being placed on the table, everyone rushed up and divided all the candy.

This feeling is very similar to sending a red envelope by yourself, and you just clicked on it and found the red envelope...... Collected.

Pansy snatches a piece of heart-shaped chocolate and doesn't mind sharing it with Malfoy, but is coldly refused.

I didn't eat a single piece of candy, and although Malfoy was distressed, he still showed off:

"We have a lot of this kind of candy in our house, if you like to eat it, I will ask my father to send it every day, who is polite to me, I am in a hurry.

It's really pitiful, someone doesn't talk about gifts, it's just faith...... I didn't receive a copy. “

Malfoy's eyes skimmed at Harry, as if he had deliberately addressed him.

William could hear Malfoy's voice from a distance.

He saw through the truth at a glance.

Malfoy was not so much showing off as he was hinting at Harry to ask him for candy.

Unfortunately, Harry was unmoved, hatefully biting on the pineapple cake, as if it were Malfoy's head.

Ron hadn't noticed Harry's anomaly and was whining loudly.

"I'm your own brother, I want to ride a broomstick for a while, and I still need money?!"

"So we'll only charge you half the price." Fred said seriously.

"But I don't have five west!"

"Then you just wait for the afternoon flight lesson, ride the school's light wheel 1700, that's not bad." George laughed.

"A few of you have made so much money, you can buy a light wheel of 2000, can Wuxi still accept me?!"

Fred smiled and said, "Look at what you said, Wuxi is not money?" ”

Ron was biting into the bread with hatred, as if it were twin brothers.

Neville, not far away, also received a gift, and Mrs. Longbottom sent a small package.

Neville excitedly opened it, and inside was a glass orb, as if filled with white smoke.

"It's a memory ball!" Neville explained, "Grandma knows I'm always out of memory – she'll tell you if there's something I've forgotten. ”

"Look, you hold it tightly, like this, if it turns red - oh......"

Neville's face suddenly lengthened, and the memory ball suddenly glowed red.

Neville desperately remembered what he had forgotten...... No, he hasn't forgotten anything.

Far away in the history of magic classroom, Riffford was standing in front of the glass window, croaking desperately.

Gryffindor's last class of the morning was the history of magic, and Levif just squinted at the table for a while, and woke up to find that there was no one around.

The classroom door was locked, and Professor Binns dragged his transparent body through the wall, leaving only a clam, blankly searching for Neville......

In the dining room at this time, Neville was still desperately reminiscing.

Malfoy, for some unknown reason, suddenly got up and left the Slytherin table.

He passed the Gryffindor dining table and snatched the memory ball from Neville's hand.

Harry and Ron leapt to their feet, seemingly wanting to fight Malfoy to vent their anger.

Malfoy also looked at Harry defiantly, completely ignoring Ron.

However, Professor McGonagall was always more aware of the mess than any other teacher, and she was still chatting with Dumbledore just now, and appeared at the table in the blink of an eye.

Hermione was stunned to stop reading the book, seemingly intrigued by this ability to quickly find the source of trouble.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall squinted.

"Malfoy snatched my memory ball, Professor." Neville said hurriedly.

Malfoy's face darkened, and he quickly tossed the orb back onto the table.

Pick-up Plan – Failed!

"We'll see." He slipped away in a hurry.

Neville still couldn't remember what he had lost, and he cried with a sad face: "Did I forget the map, it seems that I did lose it." ”

George raised his forehead slightly, "Neville, you're throwing the map at this speed, are you sure your pocket money will be enough?" “

Neville would buy it again if it was lost, but William was too embarrassed to sell it.

People consume one a year, and he consumes seven a week, which is too exaggerated.

"Why don't you have William carve a map of Hogwarts on your knee?" Fred suggested earnestly.

"That's a good idea." George laughed, "I heard William say that Dumbledore has a map of the London Underground engraved on his knees. ”

George's voice was so loud that many of the students heard it, and they all looked at William, as if they were interested in the news.

So are Autumn and Marietta.

William took a cup of black tea and took a sip.

"Don't look at me like that, I haven't seen it before.

He was the one who told Dumbledore when I asked for a map last year.

He also asked me to make a map well, not to be like the complicated London Underground, which is extremely unfriendly to wizards and can't find a place to go to the toilet......"

Despite what William said, the fastest thing to spread at Hogwarts was rumour.

Before the afternoon class, rumors were everywhere that Dumbledore had a map of Hogwarts drawn on his back, that he had tattoos on his chest, that he was a blonde wizard.

If you love him, she will tattoo him on her chest!

Everyone swore by it, as if they had seen it with their own eyes, and even William believed it a little.

In the afternoon, William and Autumn followed the group to the greenhouse, and Professor Sprout was already standing at the door waiting for them.

Professor Sprout was a dwarf witch with a patched hat buttoned over her fluttering hair and a lot of dirt on her clothes.

Everyone likes her very much, she has a good temper, and she always makes some strange plants to open everyone's eyes.

Professor Sprout was in a way similar to Hagrid, and she loved the strange flowers and plants.

But she has a good grasp of the scale, and she won't get some particularly dangerous plants, which is completely different from Hagrid's painting style.

"It's still the third greenhouse today!" Professor Sprout said.

They all spent their first year in Greenhouse 1 and only entered Greenhouse 3 for the first time last week.

Thirdly, the plants in the greenhouse are more interesting and more dangerous.

Professor Sprout removed a large key from his belt and opened the door. William smelled a smell of damp earth and fertilizer, mixed with a strong floral scent.

The flowers were the size of an umbrella and hung from the ceiling.

Professor Sprout lagged behind and stopped William.

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