Ahh I have to code words when I get up early in the morning, what a hard guy!

Anyway, I had dinner with my sister yesterday, and I always felt that my sister's height really put a lot of pressure on the chicken legs, and my sister had to wear high heels. What do you think you want to do with the chicken legs? Do you want to buy an inner heightening?

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When Hermione appeared in front of Harry and Ron the next day, they were both stunned.

They could swear they had never seen such a beautiful and lovely Hermione.

The original messy head has not been reduced, and it has been replaced by large waves as smooth as silk, with a faint golden yellow, which looks very dazzling. The freckles on his face also disappeared overnight, and his fair skin was smoother than milk.

Harry and Ron didn't know what was going on Hermione, they just thought Hermione had become much more beautiful overnight. It's almost the same as two people who have changed, if Hermione was an ugly duckling in the past, then she is undoubtedly a white swan today. And it was a haughty white swan, because when Hermione walked past the two of them, not only did she not greet them, but she didn't even look at them, as if they didn't exist.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes, and both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

Surprisingly, Hermione had changed so much, she didn't come back all night yesterday, what did she do with Orson? How exactly did Orson do it? After all, they are only twelve years old, and they are still two little Zhengtai, so naturally they can't think of too many things. And what makes them helpless is that Hermione seems to be really angry, and extremely angry, the three people who usually have the best relationship with each other, today are actually the same as strangers, obviously Ron's words yesterday really her off.

Ron looked at Hermione's back, wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything, and when he was tangled back and forth, Hermione was already far away, and it was too late to say anything. Thinking that it was all his fault that Hermione became like this, Ron couldn't help but blame himself a little,

"Don't blame yourself." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder, "She's just a little angry, you take the time to apologize to her, and it will be fine in a few days." ”

They didn't expect, they couldn't even think of what happened to Hermione, this was no longer the time to apologize and solve the problem, Hermione's mind was all focused on Orson at this time, and she had signed the contract, and she would have nothing to do with Harry and Ron - unless Orson had other plans.

……

As the days passed, Hermione had reconciled with Harry Ron a few days earlier, but there was an inevitable rift in their relationship, and Ron wanted to remedy it, but couldn't find a suitable solution.

Today's Defence Against the Dark Arts class, they took it with Slytherin, although they hated Slytherin very much, especially Draco Malfoy, but they couldn't help it, the arrangement of the house was like this, and they couldn't go if they didn't want to.

And their substitute teacher is none other than the famous heartthrob - Gilderoy Lockhart.

After they finished their lunch, they walked out into the cloudy courtyard. Hermione sat down and buried herself in reading Traveling on a Ship with Vampires. Harry and Ron stood and chatted for a moment in Quidditch, before Harry felt someone watching him closely. He looked up and saw that the very skinny gray-headed boy from the sorting ceremony last night was staring at him as if he were obsessed. The boy was holding something in his hand, much like a normal Muggle camera. As soon as Harry looked at him, the boy's face immediately turned red.

"Hello, Harry? I...... My name is Colin Creevey. He said breathlessly, taking a timid step forward. I'm also at Gryffindor. Can I take a picture of you?" He held up his camera expectantly.

"Take pictures?" Harry asked, blankly.

"So I can prove that I saw you." Colin said eagerly, taking a few more steps forward, "I know your qiē. Everybody told me. How you escaped the mysterious man's clutches, how he disappeared, etc., and you now have a lightning-shaped scar on your forehead. A boy in my dorm room said that if I used the right development potion, the person in the photo would move. Colin took a deep breath and trembled slightly with excitement, "That's interesting, isn't it?" Before I received the letter from Hogwarts, I didn't know that the strange things I would do were magic. My dad was a milkman and he couldn't believe it. So I'm going to take a lot of pictures and send them to him. If only there could be a picture of you......" he looked at Harry beggingly, "...... Maybe I can stand next to you and ask your friend to help me press it? Then, can you sign a name?"

"Signed photo? You're sending autographed photos, Potter?" Draco Malfoy's loud, scathing voice echoed through the courtyard. He stopped behind Colin with two of his big, vicious sworn friends, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Everybody line up!" Malfoy yelled at the crowd, "Harry Potter wants to sign a picture!"

"I didn't." Harry said angrily, clenching his fists, "Shut up, Malfoy. ”

"You're jealous." Colin said sharply.

"Jealousy?" Malfoy didn't need to shout any more, half of the people in the courtyard were listening. "Jealous of what? I don't want an ugly scar on my head, thank you. I don't think having your head cut open makes you so special. Crabbe and Goyle giggled.

"Eat the slugs, Malfoy." Ron said angrily.

"Be careful, Weasley," malfoy scoffed, "don't get into trouble anymore, or your mother will have to come and take you back." He feigned a high-pitched voice. If you don't follow the rules again......"

"Malfoy ......"

Malfoy was putting on a show when Orson, who had been standing not far away, suddenly walked over and patted him lightly on the shoulder. Malfoy's body stiffened, and sure enough, he stopped his antics movements.

"Nobles must have aristocratic etiquette, you can only embarrass your father by doing this, the time for class is almost up, let's go."

"Yes."

Malfoy nodded respectfully.

Seeing Orson come forward, the other students also obediently restrained their smiles and quickly left.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they both saw a look of surprise in each other's eyes, they had never known that Orson had such a high status in Slytherin. There were several fifth-year students here just now, but Orson spoke like Snape, and all the Slytherin students obediently obeyed his command, which was too exaggerated.

Only Hermione sat aside, glanced at Harry and Ron with a sneer, and signed the contract, she naturally already knew about Orson's status, including his status in Slytherin, and even Alice's existence.

Looking at the time, it was indeed time for class, Hermione closed her book and walked towards the classroom. Harry and Ron looked at each other again, sighed helplessly, and followed.

The other students chatted and walked into the classroom, Ron sat down next to Harry and Hermione sat somewhere else.

"Hermione has changed so much, isn't she going to join us?" Ron said, "Isn't it great to be on Orson?" She didn't want to think about it, could she control such a man alone? Orson was too powerful for Hermione to do anything about him. ”

"Say no more." Harry snapped. He was afraid that when Hermione heard Ron's words, the friendship that had already cracked would collapse completely.

After the whole class was seated, Lockhart, who had been standing on the podium and smiling, cleared his throat loudly to silence everyone. He reached for Neville Longbottom's Walking with the Trolls and held it up in his hand, showing the photo of himself blinking on the cover.

"I," he said, pointing to his photograph and winking at his own, "Gilderoy Lockhart, third class of the Order of the Merlin, honorary member of the League Against the Dark Arts, five-time > of Wizarding WeeklyThe Most Charming Smile Award - But I don't talk about that, I don't use a smile to exorcise the female ghost of Wanlun!"

He waited for everyone to laugh, and several of them smiled faintly.

"I see that you all bought my full set of books, and that's good. I thought we'd do a quiz today. Don't be afraid, just see how well you read and how much you comprehend. When he finished his paper, he returned to the pulpit and said, "Give you thirty minutes." Now—begin!"

Half an hour later, Lockhart put the test paper away and looked through it in front of the class.

"Tsk, almost no one remembers my favorite lilac. I mentioned it in "A Year with the Tibetan Yeti". I made it clear in chapter 12 that my ideal birthday present would be to get along with someone who knows how to do magic and someone who doesn't, but I wouldn't say no to a bottle of Ogden Aged Hot Whiskey!"

He winked mischievously at them again. Ron looked at him with distrust, and Seamofinigan and Dean Thomas in front of him laughed silently.

"Okay, okay, I'm a little disappointed, but for now, let's get down to business......" He bent down and took out a large cage covered with a cloth from behind the podium and placed it on the table.

"Now, beware! I'm on a mission to teach you to defend against the most evil the wizarding world has to know! You will face the most terrifying things in this classroom. But remember, as long as I'm here, you'll not be harmed. All I ask is that you remain calm. ”

Harry involuntarily poked his head out from behind a pile of books, trying to get a good look at the cage. Lockhart placed one hand on the hood, Dean and Seamus stopped laughing, and Neville in the first row shrank back.

"I must ask you not to scream," Lockhart said in a low voice, "that would anger them!"

The class held their breath as Lockhart lifted the hood.

"Yes," he said, as if playfully, "the Cornish elf that I just caught." ”

Simophnigan couldn't help but let out a sneer, and even Lockhart couldn't have thought it was a scream of terror.

"What's wrong?" He asked Seamus with a smile.

"They're not very dangerous, are they?" Seamus burst into laughter.

"Don't be so sure!" Lockhart shook his finger at him and said, "They could also be cunning little saboteurs like the card devil!"

These little elves were iron-blue, about eight inches tall, with small pointed faces and very sharp and piercing voices, as if many budgies were arguing. As soon as the covers were removed, they began to chirp, jump up and down, shake the cage grille, and make all sorts of weird grimaces at those who came nearby.

"Well," Lockhart cried out, "look what you do with them!" He opened the cage door.

The whole classroom was suddenly in chaos. The elves flew around like rockets. But before the little ones could start making trouble, Hermione slammed to her feet, flung her wand out of her sleeve, held it in her hand, and flicked it into the sky.

"Crowd confinement!"

In the next second, all the elves were firmly trapped by a purple circle of light, floating motionless in mid-air, like a floating specimen.

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