There is a kind of school called someone else's school.

Other people's schools have a strong academic atmosphere and strong humanistic care, with single rooms, independent bathrooms, and even mixed sex.

Not to mention the high scholarship, at least one professor can use it for seven years and will not be scrapped.

This kind of stability is even more precious in the eyes of a student who has changed four Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in a row.

Anyway, compared to other schools, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is like a one-time consumable, a daily consumable.

Hearing William's introduction, not to mention Anne's three little ones, even Harry and Ron were stunned.

The relationship between the two brothers is not good, it turns out that there are objective reasons.

It's all held back by the school, and I can't fulfill my talent.

The two began to criticize the quality of teaching at the school, especially by an unknown teacher.

It seems that he is the rat poop in that thick soup, and the nasty coriander in the big bowl of noodles.

Seeing them so angry, William casually mentioned:

At Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, students go on strike or sit-in in the auditorium to seek their own appeals.

Every time the school will back down.

Both of them twinked up and nodded thoughtfully.

So it's a good school!

William hurriedly flashed, this kind of topic is not something he can participate in as a prefect.

He was a staunch supporter of Dumbledore's leadership and shared the same fate with all the Hogwarts professors.

As time passed, the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at pitch-black Hogsmeade Station.

Stepping out of the train, William looked up at the sky.

The sky was raining heavily, and it fell to the ground.

The downpour was so heavy that it was like buckets of ice-cold water pouring over the students' heads.

The old bacon all took out warm-up badges and waterproof badges, and many first-year freshmen also followed suit after seeing them.

The little wizard who didn't buy it was extremely annoyed.

Several waves of little wizards were looking for the little girl who handed out flyers.

Believe in her wickedness!

Hagrid approached from the other side of the platform and shouted, "First-year freshmen, all this way!" ”

Hagrid saw William and them, waved his hand vigorously, and said excitedly: "One mother and seven children...... Fried tail snails are a good breed. ”

“……”

It seems that Hagrid's hybridization plan has succeeded.

But fried tail snails...... What a strange name, I don't know how it tastes?

The flow of people moved little by little, and everyone walked through the dark platform. Outside the station, more than a hundred carriages were waiting for them.

William, Hermione, and Anne climb into one of them.

But the carriage didn't go, and all the Thestrals turned their heads and stared at William with eyes without pupils.

The expression seemed to say, "You don't taste right!" Isn't there a horse outside?

"No strange smell, huh?" Hermione leaned around William's neck and sniffed vigorously.

Anne also lay on her brother's back, sniffed at the robe, squinted and said, "Strange...... The scent is exactly the same as Hermione's. ”

"Thestrals probably sensed the breath of the rune horse." William explained.

Fleur helps him steal ...... Ahh

Now it was put in the safety sheet by William.

Thestrals probably sensed the breath.

William slammed the door shut, and after a few moments, Thestrals finally began to move.

After a violent jolt, the long motorway set off along the path of Hogwarts Castle, crackling and splashing along the way.

The carriage passed through the gates lined with winged boar sculptures and drove along the wide lane, shaking violently due to the strong winds.

Through the window, William saw Professor Snape near the playground.

Dressed in strange clothes, let's call them a survival suit, he was loudly directing the house-elves to repair the lakebank.

The ground was so slippery that he stumbled and almost got planted in a puddle.

This picture is inexplicably a bit funny.

The rain was pouring down on top of his head, and through the glow of his wand, he could even see the dripping water turning black.

William seriously suspected that Professor Snape's hair was originally blonde, but after not washing it for a long time, it turned black.

Moreover, you may wake up tomorrow morning to find that all the creatures of the Black Lake have surfaced, turning their white bellies.

They were all poisoned.

Soon, the carriage stopped under the stone steps in front of the two oak gates.

The students got out of the car and ran towards the castle.

A ** glue balloon filled with water suddenly fell from the ceiling and exploded above the student's head.

The foul-smelling liquid spilled all over the floor, and Ron was doused as well, mumbling and stumbling on top of Harry next to him.

The two rolled towards the Slytherin students like bowling balls.

Malfoy sneered, and jumped up the moment the two rolled in.

However, he overestimated his bounce ability, and he tripped directly, losing his balance, and fell the floor.

The second water bomb fell again, and the people around them screamed and pushed each other, all trying to get out of this place as soon as possible.

William's wand shook, and the water bomb above his head seemed to hit the iron plate, and suddenly stopped, and then the water did not fall, but bounced upwards and back.

Snap softly.

Peeves' screams rang out, and he popped into the sky, tearing open a curtain of rain, but instead of going straight, he twisted and slid like a fish and snake.

Many people were dumbfounded, and some applauded.

William had already taken Hermione and Anne and walked briskly into the castle.

The auditorium is still so splendid and magnificent, and it has been specially decorated for the banquet of the new semester.

Hundreds of candles float above the table, illuminating golden saucers and goblets.

Hermione and Anne walked towards the Gryffindor table, while William and Cho sat at the Ravenclaw table.

Professor Dumbledore had returned from Venice, dressed in a dark green robe and a row of rings on his hand, glittering.

Because it's so flashy, it looks like rhinestones.

The headmaster's two slender fingertips touched each other, his chin resting on top of them, his eyes looking through the half-moon lenses at the ceiling above.

The ceiling is enchanted to allow you to see the scenery outside.

Black and purple clouds tumbled above, and with another thunderclap outside, a fork of lightning streaked across the ceiling.

William thinks that their family also lacks such a ceiling.

Professor Flitwick wears a deer-hunting hat and holds a large pipe.

He was talking to his astronomy teacher, Professor Sinista, about tobacco.

After a summer vacation, Professor Flitwick seems to have become addicted to smoking.

The two of them were still blowing smoke rings there, causing Professor Sprout's displeasure.

The tobacco of the wizarding world, that's also a magical plant...... Such a cutie was burned by you like this?

Just then, Professor Snape pushed open the door and rushed in.

He walked quickly over to Professor Sprout and whispered a few words to her.

Professor Sprout's face became extremely ugly.

It turned out that the heavy rain caused the Black Lake to rise, flooding her small greenhouse.

Her tens of thousands of cuties...... Nope.

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