This book is supposed to be a very good reward point, but Anne has not yet been notified of the reward.

If it hadn't been for the previous test, a drop of ink and seeing it eaten, Anne would have thought it was a fake......

After a day of running, the two little Lori's fell asleep after half an hour even if they were very excited to talk for half an hour because of the new school year (most of them Hermione said and Luna listened).

Anne listened to the sound of two even breaths, poked her little head out of the bed to make sure, and then retracted.

"Fluorescent flicker!" Anne used her cane as a flashlight, held a quill in her hand, and rubbed her hands together.

"Hello." Anne was the first to write this paragraph.

Watching the handwriting fade away, and then another string of words appeared, Anne was very excited.

"Hello." Riddle's notebook is like a big bad wolf who tempts a little sheep to open the door, pretending to be harmless and saying hello.

"Hello Voldemort!" Once Anne's heart to die is burned, she will be unable to extricate herself in an instant, and after a year, let alone defeating Voldemort, she will become Voldemort......

After the handwriting disappeared, there was no response for a full minute.

Anne covered her mouth with her little hands and laughed so much that she couldn't mention how thief she was, if it weren't for the fact that there were two little Loli sleeping in the dormitory, Anne would definitely let out her trademark "thief hahaha" laugh.

"Who are you?" Riddle groaned for a long time before replying.

"Dumbledore." As soon as Anne saw Riddle's response, she wrote down Lao Deng's name in her notebook, anyway, no matter what the pot, put it on his head, even if it wasn't his pot, it was not wrong.

Now Riddle was directly dumbfounded......

"Hey! Lao Fu! Anne saw that the notebook did not reply for a long time, and wrote it in the book again.

"Hey, hey, hey? Anyone? ”

"Voldemort, come out!"

"Riddle, Big Sand Coins!"

"Voldemort, old coin!"

"Tom's big idiots!"

Seeing that the notebook was silent, Anne began to swipe the appalling screen of the chat tool that would later be popular in later generations.

This is manual, though.

"At the beginning of human beings, nature is good, sex is similar...... Anne Mo wrote a three-character scripture.

"I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is too cold......" Anne wrote the water tune song again.

"You have to listen to my son here in my territory, the music is provoking me, and I am intimate with hip-hop......" Anne wrote again.

It wasn't until Anne finished writing "There was a lama with Tuoma on his back from the south" that the notebook still didn't move, and Anne became a little bored.

Smash it, smash it, smash it.

"Okay, just ignore me......" Anne closed the book, put it in a ziplock bag, and then stretched a shrinkage charm and placed it in the chest pendant box.

It's not that Anne is cautious, the point is that this thing is not a fuel-efficient lamp, in case something goes wrong...... Anyway, isn't there still Lao Deng's pendant pressed here?

Anne now has more and more magic and ornaments on her body, a collar pendant on her neck that can't be removed, a water drop mark on her head, a cane snake head mark on her palm, a sleeping Xiaoqing on her wrist, and a belly of meditation liquid in her stomach, and then she poured out a pendant box on her neck.

This pendant box is not like any other gemstone or other fine ornament, it looks like a matte black cylinder densely covered with inscriptions. Anne emphasized how sturdy it was when she approached the Craftsman, and that it had to be opened with a four-digit code, and once closed, it would be very defensible inside and out, at least the Craftsman said that it was completely immune to the Split Charm and all lockpicking spells and physical damage.

Anne threw the thing onto the train tracks for testing, causing the train to nearly derail, but the pendant was still undamaged.

So Anne hung the pendant, about the size of her little thumb, around her neck.

It's enough to show how much Anne takes this notebook.

The next day, Ron still didn't seem to recover from his panic, and was absent-minded while eating breakfast.

But when the heartthrob novelist and Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher Gilderoy Lockhart came on, the ironhead once again used his unparalleled instincts.

"I don't like this teacher!" Ron bowed his head and said to Harry.

"Me too." Harry shrugged helplessly, "What's his favorite color?" Oh my god, I don't even know what my favorite color is......"

As for Annie, she answered at the speed of light, and then turned her pen to look at Hermione, who was struggling to write.

"Alright! Ladies and gentlemen, stop answering! Lockhart stood on the podium, looked at the pile of test papers he had received, and began to comment on the students' answers one by one in class.

"Oh, Mr. Potter, it looks like you're not lucky, you've only got four multiple-choice questions right!" Lockhart teased Harry, making Harry's face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"In this test, the first perfect score test paper was born! Hermione Granger, you're such a smart little girl! Lockhart praised Hermione, who looked proud with her head held high.

The young wizards applauded excitedly or helplessly at Lockhart's encouragement.

Lockhart looked at the roll named Anne's student in his hand, but his brow furrowed, and his mouth twitched but he couldn't speak.

Anne looked at the teacher with a smile.

That's right, in the teacher's first class, Anne wrote about Lockhart's old days, such as the fact that defeating a certain dark wizard was actually a kind old woman, and that saving an entire village from a werewolf should be counted as a bald head, of course, these people are currently enjoying their old age in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses.

"Teacher?" Anne saw that Lockhart was silent for a long time holding her scroll, and her eyes flashed with sinister meaning from time to time, so she took the initiative to speak, "What is my answer?" ”

"Oh, oh......" Lockhart couldn't figure out what this bear kid meant before he came to the school, so he had to deal with it, "yes, yes, it's a perfect score!" Looks like we have two little geniuses in this lion academy! Gryffindor House plus 10 points! ”

"It's 20 points!" Anne held out her finger.

"Hmm...... Okay, twenty points! Lockhart pondered for a moment, then agreed.

It's lively after work, and I took the initiative to find a teacher to share? And this operation?

"Annie, come to my office after this class. Now......" Lockhart said, pulling out his killer weapon, a caged elf, from behind him, "find a way to get them back!" ”

Lockhart opened the cage window and turned to look at the bewildered bears.