"I always feel a little uneasy, it looks like something is going to happen again?"

Taking a breath of the morning cold air, Pei Chen first looked at the lake outside the window, it seemed that the ice had condensed more thickly, yesterday it was still white and vaguely able to see the darkness under the water surface, but now it is pure ice blue, obviously thick to the point of madness.

Peichen saw Hagrid through the upstairs window with his astonishing eyesight, and of course, it might have something to do with the sheer size of the other man—he was wrapped in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves, and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting his broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch.

After all this, the Quidditch season is finally about to begin. After weeks of training, Harry is playing his first game of his life on Saturday, and the schedule is a bit delicate, with Gryffindor vs Slytherin. If Gryffindor wins, they will move up to third place in the House Cup.

- Actually, if it weren't for the fact that the two of them were deducted as much as 40 points in the Halloween incident, they might have risen back to second place after winning this time.

However, because the trolls were so attention-grabbing, they provided the people of the castle with a topic for more than a week, and they were also distracted, and before they could find out that the jewels in the huge hourglass that recorded the score of the Academy Cup were missing forty points at once.

By the time they found out about the gap, more than a week had already passed, and they didn't know who had lost the points. Moreover, students in almost all grades had to attend Potions class once a week, and it was customary for Gryffindor to lose ten or twenty points in this class, and Professor Snape was merciful in losing five or three points...... Forty points or something, it seems like a lot, but most people really don't take it very seriously.

Pei Chen looked at the sky and wondered if he should go to breakfast. But since the beginning of November, the weather has always been like this, the sky is gloomy and the north wind is roaring, and the night is darker than the day, and there is no clear dividing line between day and night.

He's been living in the Room of Requirement for a while, and Hogwarts Castle has said before that it's a magical castle, it's alive! Although no one has ever said such a thing, everyone assumes that Hogwarts Castle has a will! It will make subtle but necessary adjustments as needed, all the time, and for it, the so-called internal structure is never fixed.

As for civil engineering and architecture? That's even more of an insult to it.

And just two days ago, that is, on the morning of the day when Quirrell had just been killed, Dumbledore had told Pei Chen the good news, just in the west corridor on the fourth floor, there was a new teacher's office, all the facilities were available, and Pei Chen could move in. Hogwarts Castle recognized his identity.

So, Pei Chen came to the fourth floor.

Closing the window casually, the fierce cold wind was completely blocked out of the window, but the residual cold still made Pei Chen shiver, a slight tiredness hit him, and he was subconsciously pressed down. Pei Chen didn't know if the snake would hibernate, but if it was just an ordinary winter, it would make him a little sleepy at most.

It was time for the thick tome of books on the desk to be returned to the library, and Mrs. Pince had not been able to give herself a good look when she had been borrowing them lately.

Open the skill list, click all the way in, and finally in the auxiliary skills column, Pei Chen has already gained a long list of skills-

Basic Wand Crafting Craft LV1......

Potion Configuration LV1......

Basic Herbology Knowledge LV1......

Basic Alchemy LV1......

Basic Astrology LV1......

……

It's all a branch of skill that is biased towards Western fantasy scenes, but there will always be something in common. Because this kind of auxiliary skills cannot directly enhance combat effectiveness, it is more reflected in skills and knowledge, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is specialized ability. Anyway, this kind of thing, if you have a lot of stock, it must be good, and it can't be harmful.

The best power system is [simple] and [specialized], and I am very clear about the distinction between non-self, but the knowledge system is not so particular.

Pei Chen walked to the desk and was about to pick up all the books when there was a sudden knock on the door. He had to turn back and see who was coming.

"Good morning, Professor!" It was Qiu Zhang, this Chinese girl did not wear a skirt today, but wrapped herself tightly, looking a little bloated, but not ugly, "I just came from the library, and Mrs. Pince heard that I knew you, and asked me to bring you a word - when will that guy return the book?!! ”

The gentle and elegant girl said seriously, and the front was quite elegant and generous, but when it came to the last sentence, she suddenly imitated Mrs. Pince's tone and said it loudly. Although it was the first time for such a reckless act, her little face turned red, and her tone gradually weakened, and by the time of the last word it was already inaudible.

"......"! Pei Chen could almost imagine Mrs. Pince waving a feather duster and jumping like thunder.

"Uh, Professor, I'm sorry, I just wanted to play a joke on you." Finding that Pei Chen had not spoken, Qiu Zhang suddenly panicked and explained helplessly. Looking at her like that, she almost didn't cry out in a hurry.

"Okay, okay, I'm not angry, I just can't react for a while." Pei Chen smiled bitterly and comforted, "Really, you don't have any fierce ......."

"Huh?! W-What?! Qiu Chang wondered if he was having auditory hallucinations, and bit his lower lip so tightly that he almost didn't pass out.

"Oh, nothing." Pei Chen then remembered that this is not a Chinese girl in the 21st century, she is a joke with rotten double cultivation, and she can do anything to be coquettish and cute. If you don't know yourself, you are likely to be put on a title that is not so honorable, such as 'molesting students', and there is really no place to cry at that time.

"I mean, I'm going to return the book now, do you want to come along?"

"Now?" Qiu Zhang's expression was a little strange, as if he was looking forward to it, but because he was worried about something, "Do you want to go now?" Aren't you going to watch a Quidditch match, Professor? ”

"Quidditch......" Pei Chen's eyes flickered, a little tangled, "To be honest, I really don't want to watch this kind of strange game if I can, there are seven hundred ways to foul in a game, and it is the kind that will not be punished...... What's the point? ”

It sounds like a cheating daddy's setting, and Pei Chen really has no interest in it at all. It's just a school rule, all teachers and staff will have exclusive seats to watch the game, and it would be rude if they were just free.

"Let's go, let's go and return the books first, it's still early, we might be able to have breakfast or something."

"That'...... Okay, professor, I'll sort it out for you. Qiu Zhang stepped forward to help, but he also saw a piece of parchment pressed on the table, on which a dozen strange place names were scribbled, and some of them had annotations such as ticks and crosses drawn on them. The girl glanced at it hurriedly, and saw only a few familiar names—

Hogwarts Village ......

Azkaban Wizard Prison ......

Diagon Alley ......

Tumbledown Alley......

Spider Alley ......

Ronania ......

……

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Harry had hardly ever been seen playing Quidditch, as Wood had decided to keep Harry's participation a secret and to keep him a secret weapon for their team. However, the news that Harry was going to be the Seeker leaked out. As a result, some people told him that he would play well, and others told him that they would have to hold the mattress when the time came. Run after him down below to prevent him from falling?

Harry didn't know which was worse.

Luckily, Harry now had a friend like Hermione - although he didn't know if Hermione considered him a friend, because she was always lukewarm to herself and Ron, but if she offered to talk to her, ask for homework, or something, that girl would never say no.

The three of them who have been going back and forth like this have become acquainted, after all, they are all the kind of friendship that has carried a gun together and has been a pot together.

But there are two sides to everything, and one thing has both good and bad. The good thing is that they don't have to worry about homework and homework anymore because they have the backing of top students. The disadvantage is that after the girl got acquainted with them, she began to make various study and review plans for them, and strictly supervised the implementation of the two, which almost drove them crazy.

The weather was sunny and cold, the enticing smell of grilled sausages filled the restaurant, and everyone was looking forward to a good Quidditch match and chatting happily. Just looking at them, it's hard to believe that one of their professors has just died less than a week ago.

This is also related to the fact that the cause of Professor Quirrell's death was announced to be in the line of duty.

This year's Quidditch season is about to begin, and all the students are looking forward to it, except for themselves.

"You have to have a few bites of breakfast."

"I don't want to eat anything."

"Let's have some toast." Hermione coaxed, perhaps knowing how much pressure Harry was under, her unusually gentle tone, and the fact that she hadn't forced him to do his homework the day before. Ron didn't have that privilege, and he almost didn't turn his own Mediterranean hairstyle overnight for the sake of an eleven-inch length thesis.

"I'm not hungry."

Harry felt terrible. In another hour, he'll be on his way to the ring. "Harry, you need to keep your stamina strong." "The Seeker is always the one the opponent is guarding against. ”

"Thank you, Seamus." Harry said, watching Seamus spread a thick layer of ketchup on his sausages.

And several people were too concerned about the upcoming ball game, and no one noticed that at the Ravenclair table, Pei Chen was talking and laughing with the beautiful and lovely girls.

"By the way, Professor Lyle, if you really like reading so much, why don't you come to our library at Lavenkle College?" Qiu Zhang sent an invitation to Pei Chen, "Ravenclaw Academy does not force outsiders not to enter, as long as you have this qualification. ”

"Ravenclaw Library? Isn't there a library in the school? Pei Chen's focus was obviously a little strange.

One girl explained: "No, there is a small library hidden in our Ravenclaw Tower, which does not have as many books as the school library, but it has many rare books, as well as many notes and unfinished research. ”

"Really? Then I'll check it out when I have time. Pei Chen had heard that Ravenclaw had its own library, but he had always thought it was just an empty academy myth.