"That's it, but it's sung, and if you want to hear it, I can ...... it"

If it weren't for Hermione's murderous gaze, Harry felt like he wouldn't have been able to stop.

Oh my God, look at what you've done, disgusted that you didn't die fast enough, and then launch a wave of ridicule at Hermione.

That's a pretty strong thing.

For four years, only Ron and Van Lin dared to do this, to be exact, it was death.

Thankfully, something went wrong with Ron's practice, and Harry had a reason to turn Hermione's attention, but Hermione was still thinking about it.

"Obviously, the location of the mission is in the Black Lake, and you'll have to deal with merfolk and, for an hour, look for ......."

Hermione paused.

"Treasures?"

"Maybe it's the mission items they left behind, but the crux of the matter is how can I breathe underwater for an hour, you know, I can only hold my breath for two minutes at most. Harry recalled holding his breath, but it was clear that being in a basin and swimming were two different concepts entirely.

If Van Lin was here, he would be happy to give some advice, but Hogwarts magic practice classes clearly don't work with Van Lin.

Whether it's the intensity or the practice, it's just too simple for Van Lin.

After applying to the school, Van Lin had a lot of time to get what he wanted, provided he had to pass the exam.

It's not that difficult, and if a wizard who can unleash high-level white magic can't pass a low-level exam, that's really a big problem.

As for those magical theories......

Hermione's notes would have given him a perfect score, and if he wanted to take it easy, he could just imprint them in his head with reading magic.

That's what he did in his History of Magic class, and most of the extra stuff in these textbooks was completely useless for exams?

"This ......" Hermione pondered for a moment, then returned the cushion that had fallen behind her to Ron.

"I've heard of some spells, I've seen them in Van Lin's notes, you know, he's been working on merfolk lately, and merfolk are in the water, and we can figure out how to do that with him. ”

Harry nodded, that's the benefit of having thighs.

"But what about others?"

"Library, he applied to the school, as long as he passed the exam. Hermione replied that, in fact, the girl was also considering whether to apply.

Most of the teaching content of Hogwarts has been learned by the girls, and they study on their own......

"Okay. Harry said with some frustration.

Truancy was definitely every student's dream when they were a student, but Harry knew better that if he did, he would have repeated a grade. At least, in Harry's eyes, Snape's daily taunts in class were definitely one of the professor's pleasures.

If he dares not to go to a class, then being repeated is a sure thing.

"By the way, one more thing. Harry said suddenly, setting aside the cushion in front of him.

"I saw a man named Trevley on the map last night, who of you knows? ”

"Tfrey?" Hermione looked at Ron, who didn't know much about the freshmen.

"Well, maybe it's someone from Slytherin, at least, none of the other three houses have that name. ”

"It can't be. Harry said, "I always think I've heard that name somewhere, but I just can't remember it......"

"I think I've heard that, too. Hermione said, but the girl's brain felt like it had been emptied at the thought of the name.

"Not at all impressed. Hermione shook her head, "What's wrong with him?"

"Stealing potions from Snape's office. Harry said. Immediately afterward, Harry told his friend the exact extent of the previous night's experience, but Harry really didn't say what he had said to Moody.

Conjecture cannot be translated into stress.

Still, Hermione and Ron were shocked by the courage of the man named Tfrey.

Snape's office wasn't a place to go into, at least, Hermione had that experience, and had been guided by Van Linn to avoid the forbidden.

"Slytherin freshmen, stealing the headmaster's office? Ron was shocked, "But what is this for?"

No one answered Ron, and no one was impressed about Tfrey.

Ron pondered for a long time, and then, with ease, skipped the paragraph.

Rather than the dispute between the student and the dean of the college, Ron can pay more attention to the aftermath.

"Why would Moody spy on Snape?" Ron asked.

"I don't know if Dumbledore actually told Moody to do this, Moody said that the Headmaster had kept Snappy to give him a second chance. Harry said.

"What? Maybe Moody thought Snape had put you on the list of cups of fire. ”

"Ron," Hermione said, shaking her head suspiciously, "we thought Snape was trying to kill Harry, but we ended up saving him. ”

Snape did save him once. But the problem was that he hated Harry, and whenever he had the chance, he would deduct Harry's points, punish him, or recommend that he be expelled from school.

"I believe what Moody's said. Hermione said, "The Headmaster wasn't stupid, he trusted Hagrid and Professor Lupin. It turned out that he was right to do so, so why can't he say that his trust in Snape was also right?"

"Then why did these people search his office?" Ron retorted.

"You're just trying to show that Snape is playing tricks. Hermione said.

"I wonder what Snape did in his first chance, so much so that he now has a second chance. Ron said again, sending the cushion flying and almost landing on Hermione's head.

Snape also taught Vanlin, which proves that Snape has no harmful intentions, or at least is willing to defend the school's students. Hermione said angrily, and let her throw the cushion back with her wand once more.

Only this time Hermione didn't show mercy, she directly used her magic to control the cushion and smashed it on Ron's chest.

Ron didn't seem to be prepared, and he was knocked over by the cushion.

Is this an accident in a practice class?

Everyone who noticed it laughed, but no one cared that it was a routine magic practice class.

Everyone is always happy to accept all the laughter around them.