"Who the hell is it!" Anne jumped into the chair like a fried cat, and the old boy Professor Binns was a ghost and wandered around all day long, even when he was eating, and even had food on his plate......

God knows what he can do with a ghost who comes to the restaurant for three meals a day and faces a plate of food he can't touch or smell!

"Alright, Professor Binns, I guess there's nothing wrong with what I said, right?" McGonagall waved her hand in a rare childish manner, and Anne was stunned, this leftover girl is a saint...... It's so cute.

"The last person Mr. Sorting Hat punished was the one who sat here." Professor McGonagall whispered into Anne's ear, snickering.

"......" Anne looked down at the chair she was stepping on, the chair that currently belonged to Lao Deng......

Professor Flitwick poked his little head out of the other side of Professor Binns and asked curiously, "What's the matter?" ”

Headmaster Dumbledore's gossip instantly ignited the gossip hearts of all the teachers present.

To the left of the Headmaster's position is Professor McGonagall, Vice Chancellor and Head of Gryffindor, to the left is Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin, and to the left is Professor Lockhart, who doesn't seem to have come to lunch today, and to the left is the professors of the other courses.

The first on Dumbledore's right hand is not the head of another house, but the position of Professor Binns, it can be said that although he is only a professor of the history of magic, his status is second only to the headmaster, and then Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw, and Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff, which shows the respect of the headmaster for him.

"Okay, okay......" Professor Binns finally lost at the seven or eight pairs of eyes that looked left and right.

"Oh, my little Annie." Just as Professor Binns was about to tell the truth, Dumbledore suddenly appeared, picked up Anne who was standing in his chair, and didn't care about the chair that Anne had stepped on, sat down directly, and then put Anne on his lap.

"Put me down!" Anne squirmed and wanted to come down, such a shameful sitting position, he had never done it since he was in elementary school, and now this old boy was still so humiliating ...... himself!

But don't look at Lao Deng's age, he is 1.86 meters tall and can easily lift Anne, who is only about 1.3 meters, even if she wears a hat that is 50 centimeters high, now counting the tip of the hat Anne is nearly 1.7 meters. (The height of the hat is calculated from the brim, so although it is 50 centimeters high, because it is worn on the head, one is beveled, and the other is the height of the head overlapped, so the actual height increase is more than 30 centimeters.) ）

Anne struggled at all.

"What were you guys just talking about? It's a very happy look. Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Was it you the last person Mr. Sorting Hat punished? What did you do? Compared with the embarrassed professors present, Anne was not false at all, and asked.

"Oh, this one......," Dumbledore recalled for a moment, "it seems to be mischievous in class, you must know that when I was in school, the punishment of students was very harsh, and the one who was fortunate enough to be punished by Mr. Sorting Hat himself was undoubtedly the most naughty." ”

Dumbledore smiled and pointed to his big nose, "I had suffered a lot of sins, and Mr. Sorting Hat was so merciful to you, it was as hard as iron and as heavy as lead, and I had to use my magic all the time to prevent my neck from being crushed, and sleeping was even more painful, and I had to put my legs on the floor so that I could put Mr. Sorting Hat on the bed." ”

"......" Anne suddenly realized that she was like this, which was very good......

"This punishment lasted for a month, but because of this month, my mana control has improved a lot, and I can say that Mr. Sorting Hat is also a good teacher for me!" Dumbledore laughed and scratched Anne's little nose.

“！！！” Anne's eyes widened, "One...... One month! ”

"Brother Hat, Master Hat, I was wrong...... Anne cried out with a wow.

Mr. Sorting Hat didn't move, like a dead thing.

"Okay, let's play, we have classes in the afternoon!" Dumbledore slammed Anne to the ground and snapped his fingers, and his lunch appeared on his table.

"Humph!" Anne reached out and snatched one of the best-looking pastries from Dumbledore's plate and returned to her seat in a huff.

"Annie, ...... you just passed?" Ron had already finished eating at this time, looked at Anne with a look of "don't mess with me", and asked ironly.

"Click!" Colin held his camera and recorded Anne's puffed face.

"Ron! Colin! You two are dead! Anne screamed, stomped her foot, but like a deflated ball, she went down, pulled out the staff from her back, and shook it, the original short stick tooth staff was stretched out at this time, becoming a super large staff more than one meter long, this type of staff suitable for melee mages in ancient times, Anne naturally will not forget, after all, the mage is not worthy of being a mage if she is not a one-person tall staff in her heart......

Anne staggered to her staff, crutches, and walked away in solitude.

The afternoon class was Transfiguration, and Professor McGonagall wore her little mage hat and round glasses as usual, teaching the bear children attentively.

But the autistic Anne leaned against the wall, one hand propped up her head, and stared blankly at the blackboard.

For this kind of academic patriarch, no matter which school, as long as he doesn't make trouble, the basic teacher school will turn a blind eye, and the same is true for this class, although Anne didn't mean to listen from beginning to end, but when Professor McGonagall assigned the task of asking everyone to turn the cup into a bird and fly around the classroom and then turn it back into a cup, Anne supported her head with one hand, and made it perfectly with one hand, in contrast, even Hermione's bird almost fell off.

Transfiguration requires more of a wizard's manipulation, and in the face of Annie's perverted manipulation, Professor McGonagall could only open his mouth and say no more.

Tonight, the long-awaited plot push finally happened, and Harry heard a whisper on his way back from Professor Lockhart's office.

When Harry told everyone about his experience, everyone looked at him suspiciously, and even Seamus, the demolitionist, said that Harry was grandstanding, but everyone agreed.

This made it difficult for Harry to do.

He experienced unbelievable things, although he didn't want to, but after all, he still thought about Voldemort's side, causing his whole person to be a little suspicious.