"There are indeed a lot of knowledge points in potions, and I just happened to write them down, otherwise I would be the one who will lose face today!" Zhang Xuan smiled and said:

"Hermione, take it easy, let's go to dinner, it's Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon!"

"You have a point!" Hermione nodded.

Harry and Ron also looked at Zhang Xuan gratefully and said, "Next time we will study carefully!" ”

Zhang Xuanxin said, even if you study carefully, you can't stop Snape's picking, sometimes, it's not that you think you do a good job and do it right, it will be smooth, otherwise there will be no interpersonal relationship.

However, the children's emotions are as capricious as the weather, and they are still sullen at the end of class, but they are smiling again when they eat lunch.

"You know, last night the four of us played wizard cards, and I ended up winning a Jedi counterattack!" Ron said triumphantly.

Harry was also radiant and said: "I had the advantage in the first half of the night, but unfortunately I was successfully counterattacked by Ron!" ”

Even Terry and the others are discussing non-stop, obviously children are still irresistible to play, this wizard card is equivalent to playing cards, after all, there are no video games in the wizarding world.

Hermione also looked moved and wanted to get involved. Zhang Xuan looked at them with a smile, he has been a human being for several lifetimes, and he is more than 500 years old, but with this group of children, he also feels a lot younger.

It is not unreasonable for many elderly people to like to play with children, after all, emotions are contagious, and in the eyes of some old men, liking little girls in their twenties is their constant hobby.

In the defense of the dark arts class in the afternoon, the professor was Professor Quirrell in a turban, such a big turban reminded Zhang Xuan of Ah San, and Professor Quirrell did have a rancid smell on his body, mixed with curry, just like the streets and alleys of Mumbai.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class, as the name suggests, teaches you how to resist the attacks of the Dark Arts, and most spells are not offensive and focus on practicality.

But power comes first in any world, and the wizarding world is no exception, black magic is the means of their struggle, and seeking the most efficient killing techniques is the only theme of black magic.

In addition to teaching you how to deal with the dark arts, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class also teaches you how to deal with the evil creatures in the wizarding world, after all, the wizard in the wizarding world is only one of them.

"Big~Hello everyone~, I'm you~your black~magician~old~teacher of the imperial class, I~'m called Quirrell~!"

Professor Quirrell looked a little nervous, but at the opening ceremony, everyone already knew that he was stuttering, and they didn't pay much attention.

Zhang Xuan's spirit swept slightly, and found that Professor Quirrell didn't have a single one. Heart:

No wonder even Dumbledore didn't notice Quirrell's abnormality, Voldemort's soul hid on Quirrell's body, there was really nothing abnormal at all, it was just a human breath.

If Zhang Xuan hadn't known the plot for a long time, he would have thought that Quirrell was a sloppy curry-loving person at best.

But Voldemort must be proud now. After all, unscrupulous activities under the noses of one's sworn enemies are very proud.

Professor Quirrell had already spent more than ten minutes stumbling through the roll call before he explained the basic theory of defense against the dark arts.

"I wonder why the school hired Quirrell!" Hermione whispered to Zhang Xuan: "I can become a professor by reading according to the textbook like this!" ”

"You'll find out later!" Zhang Xuan also laughed in a low voice.

Professor Quirrell was only a student who had only graduated for a year, and he had only studied magic for eight years, so he was really not a character.

At the end of the class, everyone was bored.

After school, Zhang Xuan and Hermione made an appointment to go to the library again, and Harry Ron Terry was quite indifferent to the library.

"I really don't understand why I don't study hard in school, don't I get anxious when I can't finish my studies?" Hermione said slightly angrily.

Looking at this little girl's angry appearance, Zhang Xuan felt very interesting.

Zhang Xuan smiled: "I think they will study for a surprise before the exam, after all, they are not stupid!" ”

On the way to the library, Hermione complained about her roommate and Ron Harry, and it was clear that she had been faintly targeted.

Not bad-looking, with excellent grades, and arrogant speech, such girls often stood out passively when they were students.

Zhang Xuan was a patient listener, and waited for Hermione to finish complaining before entering the library to concentrate on reading. For a few days, Zhang Xuan's life was very fulfilling.

At dinner time on this day, Bingyun suddenly flew to the restaurant and stopped on Zhang Xuan's shoulder.

"Oh, what a beautiful snowy owl!" Ron and Hermione were amazed.

"Who sent you the letter?" Ron asked.

Zhang Xuan smiled: "It's my mother who wrote the letter!" ”

When I opened the letter, it was my mother's babbling instructions.

Zhang Xuanxin said, fortunately, her mother Li Chaomei can't write magic letters, otherwise it will automatically play the voice out, but it is a little embarrassing.

After all, Ron's mom used the letter to reprimand him last time, making him a laughing stock at dinner.

"Why are you so fat, snowy owl? It's so cute! Hermione reached out and touched the Snowy Owl, whose eyes narrowed in comfort.

Zhang Xuan found that the snow owl's belly was bigger, its neck was shorter, its claws were thicker, and its feathers were more snow-white, soft and full.

"Well, my mother must have given it too much! After all, as soon as I started school, I asked Bingyun to send a letter home, and it took almost half a month for it to come back! Zhang Xuan said with a black line on his face.

"Leisure!" Bingyun screamed, flew off Zhang Xuan's shoulder, came to the dining table and ate by himself, making the feathers on his mouth full of oil.

Hermione also forgot to eat, and hurriedly fed Bingyun, who did not refuse to come, and her belly gradually grew.

"Oh, Bingyun, you're so cute!" Hermione laughed, and when Bingyun finished eating, she wiped her mouth again.

Bingyun made a comfortable "cooing" a few times, and then flew out.

Zhang Xuan shook his head and said: "It's a good bird, but it was raised as a pig, I'm really convinced!" ”

When Zhang Xuan returned to the dormitory after eating, he found that Bingyun was already standing outside the window, and hurriedly opened the window, and Bingyun flew to the bed and fell asleep.

"I said, are you still sleeping in bed at home these days? Don't even go to the cage? Zhang Xuan looked at Bingyun and was speechless.

Bingyun fell asleep on the bed. Fortunately, Zhang Xuan is the only one living in this room, otherwise Zhang Xuan is really a little unaccustomed to sharing a bed with a bird.

After another half a month, after learning the levitation spell, the first-year freshmen can finally go to flying lessons!